"Are you looking for someone who died in a foreign country but has unfulfilled wishes?"

Klein settled down the inexplicable fear, and initially drew up a direction to try.

"The higher the sequence, the harder it is to act..." He sighed, took out his pocket watch, and pressed it to check the time.

Seeing that it was still early for lunch and the room was too cramped, he decided to take a walk on the deck to enjoy the sea breeze and enjoy the scenery.

After the first hour of sailing, there were not many people on the deck, and Klein walked along the ship's side until he arrived at a secluded area with a large shadow.

The sun is very sunny and warm today... Except for the relatively strong wind, you have to be careful with your hat, there are no shortcomings... He pressed the half-top hat on his head, leisurely inspected the cabin, and listened to the faint sound of music coming from inside.

Suddenly, he saw the former adventurer Cleves busy in the corner, with a triangular thorn, a dagger and a short knife in front of him.

Cleves noticed something, looked up at him, with a sense of wind and frost, and said sternly: "They are all old guys, and they need to be maintained frequently."

At this point, he added: "There are children in the cabin."

"Understood." Klein responded with a smile.

Cleves lowered his head and continued to work, asking casually, "You don't seem to have brought these things?"

"I'm used to using weapons that keep up with the trend of the times." Klein said cryptically, "And I often do maintenance."

Cleves silently raised his dagger, glanced at the sun, and said to himself: "At sea, guns alone are not enough.

"Pirates will board the ship, and there will be a lot of people. After you finish shooting, you won't have a chance to reload. Although these guys are not the trend of the times, they are useful enough."

Very professional... As expected of a former adventurer... Klein leaned against the side of the ship and half-jokingly said, "If there are really pirates boarding the ship, I will most likely choose not to resist."

Cleves turned his head and stared at him for a full three seconds before looking away, then said in a low voice while packing up his belongings: "It seems that you don't need to be reminded, you already understand the rules of the sea.

"A bounty hunter who walks the land is often not an adventurer at sea."

He skillfully hid daggers, short knives, triangular thorns and other weapons under his clothes, which dazzled Klein.

"Thank you." Klein nodded with a smile.

Cleves stopped talking, turned and returned to the cabin, leaving only a broad and deep back.

Klein drew the corners of his mouth, shook his head, and cast his gaze over the ship's side.

The blue waves undulate gently, and silver-white flying fish jump out of the water from time to time, soaring in mid-air.

This kind of fish can "fly" and swim, and is considered by fishermen and sailors to be a member of the "Storm Lord". Flying fish one after another, an idea flashed through his mind uncontrollably:

Well, I don't know how their meat quality is...

"Dear Arrods, my second question is, how did Sherlock Moriarty escape from the ruins?" Ikanser's mood was much lighter than before.

The surface of the silver mirror shimmered, and quickly outlined the picture of Sherlock Moriarty with his back against the wall, his fists sometimes loosened and sometimes clenched.

Then, Ikanser Bernard, the nearby "Mechanical Heart" deacons and captains saw the exaggerated smile of the private detective, turned around, drew their guns and rushed out.

At this moment, affected by the composition, they all inexplicably felt a tragic and passionate feeling.

The picture in the mirror jumped, showing Sherlock Moriarty holding the revolver and shooting at the altar, but it had no effect. Seeing the separated Extraordinary bullets made everyone present feel a little worried.

Then, Sherlock Moriarty threw out a key made of brass, and the altar showed signs of being polluted and unstable. JrNovels.com