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Jowood area, inside a house.

When Hugh opened the door, he smelled the smell of fried food. He couldn't help but smoke his nose and looked at the kitchen:

"Fols?"

“Is there anyone else?” Fols looked out of the kitchen and smiled and asked.

After taking a break from the newspaper in his hand, half of it was a strange and whispering response:

"Do you remember how long have you been in the kitchen? The amount is not counted when you bake the toast in the morning."

Fols returned to the kitchen, only the sound drifted out:

“I chose the food outside because they are better, and now there are no good fried chickens in the surrounding streets.

"I suddenly want to eat this. From the food that came from Intis, I like it the most!"

Take a break to the kitchen, back against the door frame, watching Forsy busy preparing dinner, consider the following:

"I took a commission, 100 pounds a day, 3 to 5 days, but I need to find another helper.

"You were not very short of money before, do you want to be together?"

My financial situation has actually improved. However, the task of 50 pounds a day is not bad. I can make more points, and there will be a lot of money in the future... Fols stares at the oil. Iron pot, while asking:

"What kind of commission?"

She has automatically calculated the reward she can get.

It’s a bit rough and a little rough:

"Secretly protect a rich man named Dawn Dontes."

"What happened to him? Is it dangerous?" Fols asked cautiously.

I thought about it after taking a break:

"It seems to be a business dispute, and the competitor threatened him.

"It's not a dangerous thing. You know, Beckland's powerful people are not going to do similar adventures. It's easy to expose themselves and be stared at by the "nights" and "the punishers."

"Maybe there is a madman? Can't rule out this possibility." At the same time, Firth rebutted the "world" of German Sparrow, the madman who dared to do big things in Beckland!

She paused and picked up the fried chicken nuggets:

"Since you have taken over the task, I have nothing to do recently, so let's go together.

"Fortunately, this is a secret protection. I will not be found to be a bodyguard. Otherwise, I can't participate in the literary salons of the upper class. Oh, actually, I can tell them that I am experiencing life, I am collecting. Material, my next novel is about the story of a female bodyguard and a male employer!"

Hugh’s habit of daring to think about divergent thinking has long been adapted, and he once again smoked his nose:

"Let's finish the dinner, let's go."

............

At 160 Burke Lund Street, Klein placed a ceremony in the main bedroom washroom and entered the fog.

He plans to handle some chores before the bodyguards hired by the butler Walter, lest it be inconvenient to do in the next few days.

The most important thing in these chores is to confirm the situation of “squirming hunger”.

After sitting in the position of "fool", Klein let the leather gloves fly from the debris pile.

After some divination checks, he found that "squirming hunger" was quite reluctant this time, and the negative effects did not change.

"This is infected by Mr. A. Never give up the praise of the ‘real creator.’” Kline’s mouth smacked and seriously thought about how to solve the problem.

Also find ways to intimidate it? No, how can it be called intimidation? It should be said that it is friendly communication under the premise of maintaining an active position... Kline fingers tapped the edge of the mottled long table and silently said:

"In any case, I have to write to Mr. Azke, and I can mention by the way that the squirming hunger seal has failed.

"You can also bring some mushrooms with you, no, no, this can make 'squirming hunger' no longer praise the 'real creator', but it will also make it unusable, um... look for Frank to have several original variant mushrooms See if there is a different effect..."

To determine the good idea, Klein dropped the Azick copper whistle and the adventurer harmonica into the "gate of sacrifice and giving", and then he returned to the real world, took up the items, and processed the traces.

Leaving the bathroom, Klein went to the desk, took out the stationery and the pen, and wrote:

"Mr. Azick... I haven't written to you for too long, I don't know how you have been doing recently...

"... Because of some changes, your seal on 'squirming hunger' has expired. Can you give me the corresponding method? I want to do it again...

"... Have you heard of the creature of the spirit predator? What level is it, what characteristics are it, and which areas are it active?

"...I may have to go to the Southland recently. If there is new information about death, I will write to you in time..."

Put down the pen and read it twice. Klein folded the letter paper, picked up the copper whistle, and put it to his mouth and blew it.

Silently, a white bone emerged from the floor, and the fountain rushed into the air, forming a huge raft that was nearly four meters high.

Then he looked down at Dawn Dontes for a second, actively bent down his back, dropped his right arm and spread his palm.

The messenger became more and more polite... Klein nodded with satisfaction and handed the letter he had just written to the other party.

The white bone messenger did not stop, collapsed instantly, fell to the ground like a waterfall, and disappeared quickly.

Klein sighed in relief, took his eyes back and continued to write letters to Frank:

"...the kind of dried mushrooms you gave last time is good, is there?

"...I thought about the idea I mentioned before. Do you think there is a possibility of implementation? If you have any difficulties in the process of research, you can write to tell me..."

Folding the letter paper, Klein picked up the adventurer's harmonica and blew it a bit.

He immediately saw the messenger Miss Renee. Nicole Cole appeared next to him, still without a head, wearing a complex gloomy long skirt, carrying four blond red eyes and a gorgeous head.

"Can you locate Frank Lee?" Klein asked with greater confidence. After all, the messenger and the general communication were different, and they were spiritual creatures at the level of the gods.

- Under normal circumstances, the messenger can only locate the contractor and the person who used the summoning ceremony, while the latter has a distance limit. Once the ceremony is too far away, the messenger will not be able to find it.

The four heads of Renee Nikol’s head turned at the same time, looking at Klein:

"Yes..." "That..." "What..." "I want to..." "Growing to..." "Turkish..." "The..." "Man?"

...What did Frank do, and the Miss Messenger was so impressed... When I wrote back, she said, I hope he didn't die... Klein Zheng focused on:

"Yes."

Renee 缇 Nicole’s four heads opened in turn:

"Can..." "Position..." "I have..." "Mark him..."

what? Klein heard half of his mouth and almost forgot his purpose.

Poor Frank, no, the mighty Frank, let the messenger specially mark him... May the goddess bless him... Klein slowly vomited and handed the letter to Renee.

"Trouble you to Frank.

"He will pay you gold coins."

Renee 缇 Nicole opened his mouth with a head in his head, biting the stationery, and then directly entered the spiritual world, which could no longer be observed.

After handling the chores, Klein left the copper whistle and harmonica on his body and went down to the second floor to enjoy dinner.

Halfway through, the butler Walter stepped in from the outside and scraped it to Daun. Tang Taisi said:

"The bodyguard has arrived. It is the former Miss Hugh and her friend. I will arrange for them to secretly provide protection."

Miss Hugh and her friend? It won't be a "magician" lady... Klein didn't know what to say for a moment, only to be decapitated, indicating that he already knew.

His spirituality didn't actually induce someone to "invade" the house, but it was normal. Now it's not late at night when everyone has been sleeping. That time, even a little bit of change, is more obvious, unless Kline is in a key place. Use the spirituality to leave a mark that will be noticed, or the person who enters the house has a lot of maliciousness against him, otherwise it is difficult to find out.

............

In the other bedroom on the third floor, Hugh and Folsch each occupied a curtain, looking through the glass and looking at the garden below.

"This is my dream residence. When I have enough money, I will buy a house like this in a beautiful place. No, I still choose Beckland, where food is more convenient." Thoughtfully said.

After she finished speaking, she sighed again in her heart:

Unfortunately, I have a full moon curse and can only continue to improve myself, otherwise I will leave a house instead of cash last time...

Hugh followed the eyes of a friend and looked out and whispered:

"When I was a child, I lived in such a place..."

Foers took a quick eye, because I don’t know what to say, let’s talk about it:

“How can we provide protection?”

Hugh regained his gaze:

"When Mr. Dawn. Dontes did not go out without a visitor, he hid in the room, paying attention to the surrounding, guarding against someone sneaking into...

“When a guest visits, we enter the next door, pay close attention to the movement, and ‘open the door’ at any time to save people...

"If Mr. Dawn Tangtes goes out, Mr. Steward will tell us in advance that I will hide under the carriage and you will find another car to follow..."

"Hugh, you are more and more professional!" Foers seriously praised, and then chuckled, "I just saw the portrait of Mr. Donn. Mr. Dontes, if not you said this time. The danger stems from business competition, and I even suspect that the problem is from emotional disputes..."

The voice of Fols did not fall, and suddenly saw a carriage parked outside the door of the house, and successively walked down several policemen wearing black and white uniforms.

what's the situation? She looked at her friends and found that Hugh was the same doubt.

............

In the small living room on the second floor, Klein saw four police officers.

"Dr. Don Tae, do you know Mr. Karon?"

Karon? When Klein took a look back, he remembered that this was the husband who sold the shares of Coim.

"Know, what happened to him?" Klein calmly asked.

The first police officer responded politely:

"He committed suicide."

"In addition, he left a suicide note, confessing that you forced him to sell shares and torture him in various unskilled ways, causing him to be extremely depressed.

“And his family provided proof of the content of his testament.”