Chapter: 1255
"So handsome..." Denton forgot the pain from the fall just now, and stared intently.
Uncle Sparrow seemed to be setting off fireworks... Donna nodded in agreement with her brother's words.
After using the "paper figurine substitute method" to interfere with the on-site information and residual traces, Klein looked at the direction of return and said calmly and concisely: "Leave here."
After finishing speaking, he turned around directly, took a slow pace, and took the "Sun Brooch" and Azik's copper whistle from Ireland and Danitz respectively.
Urdi and the others didn't talk nonsense, and didn't cry out for pain, they followed quietly like a quail.
In the battle just now, they fully experienced the specialness of Extraordinary people, especially Danitz's flame ability, which was the most eye-catching and obvious, and left a deep impression on them, making them truly understand that this is not something that ordinary humans can mix. The only thing that I and others can do is to obey the arrangement and try my best to follow.
Only in this way can we guarantee our survival!
Compared to Danitz, Klein and Bishop Miller's battle performance was concentrated on the almost invisible wind blade and the truly invisible spiritual realm, except for the holy light that seemed to descend from the gods and Bishop Miller's terrifying appearance after losing control, The whole process was uneventful and calm, and did not make the onlookers feel too shocked.
Passing by the area just now, Cleves, Cecil and the others suddenly stopped in their tracks, because they saw that the ground was covered with cracks, densely packed, everywhere.
This... They immediately understood one thing, that is, the battle between Gehrman Sparrow and the fallen bishop was many times more thrilling and terrifying than the performance on the other side.
A sense of fear and security emerged at the same time, and they all quickened their pace.
Twenty or thirty seconds later, Klein stopped on the street outside the telegraph office, and said to Captain Elland expressionlessly, "Are you going to make a telegram?"
After finishing speaking, he couldn't help reminding: "Don't force it in."
"Okay." On this eerie night, Elland was equally cautious.
He walked a few steps quickly, came to the gate of the telegraph office, raised his hand and knocked three times.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the reverberation of a slightly dull voice, someone inside asked, "Who?"
Klein, who was already vigilant, frowned suddenly, because it was a man who spoke!
Ireland was also a little strange: "I want to send a telegram.
"Who are you? I remember the previous watch was a lady."
The man inside replied calmly: "I am Pawcourt, Melanie's colleague.
"She's right next to me, she's fine."
As soon as Pavokot finished speaking, the female voice said immediately: "Yes, I'm fine.
"You don't need it, pay attention, Pavokot, he's back."
Friends, isn't it your folk custom not to respond and not to open the door? How did Pavokot get in? Klein resisted the urge to question.
Elland took a step back and cleared his throat: "I want to send a telegram to the headquarters of the Church of Storms."
"I'm sorry, we can't open the door." Pavokot responded without emotional ups and downs.
Elland also felt that kind of weirdness, so he didn't dare to force it, and offered an alternative: "Can you help me distribute it, and then give me the draft through the crack of the door?
"The content is about the incident in Bansy Port, the deaths of Bishop Miller and Pastor Jess, signed by Ireland."
"Okay." Melanie's voice faded away, as if she had returned to the telegraph. JrNovels.com
Uncle Sparrow seemed to be setting off fireworks... Donna nodded in agreement with her brother's words.
After using the "paper figurine substitute method" to interfere with the on-site information and residual traces, Klein looked at the direction of return and said calmly and concisely: "Leave here."
After finishing speaking, he turned around directly, took a slow pace, and took the "Sun Brooch" and Azik's copper whistle from Ireland and Danitz respectively.
Urdi and the others didn't talk nonsense, and didn't cry out for pain, they followed quietly like a quail.
In the battle just now, they fully experienced the specialness of Extraordinary people, especially Danitz's flame ability, which was the most eye-catching and obvious, and left a deep impression on them, making them truly understand that this is not something that ordinary humans can mix. The only thing that I and others can do is to obey the arrangement and try my best to follow.
Only in this way can we guarantee our survival!
Compared to Danitz, Klein and Bishop Miller's battle performance was concentrated on the almost invisible wind blade and the truly invisible spiritual realm, except for the holy light that seemed to descend from the gods and Bishop Miller's terrifying appearance after losing control, The whole process was uneventful and calm, and did not make the onlookers feel too shocked.
Passing by the area just now, Cleves, Cecil and the others suddenly stopped in their tracks, because they saw that the ground was covered with cracks, densely packed, everywhere.
This... They immediately understood one thing, that is, the battle between Gehrman Sparrow and the fallen bishop was many times more thrilling and terrifying than the performance on the other side.
A sense of fear and security emerged at the same time, and they all quickened their pace.
Twenty or thirty seconds later, Klein stopped on the street outside the telegraph office, and said to Captain Elland expressionlessly, "Are you going to make a telegram?"
After finishing speaking, he couldn't help reminding: "Don't force it in."
"Okay." On this eerie night, Elland was equally cautious.
He walked a few steps quickly, came to the gate of the telegraph office, raised his hand and knocked three times.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the reverberation of a slightly dull voice, someone inside asked, "Who?"
Klein, who was already vigilant, frowned suddenly, because it was a man who spoke!
Ireland was also a little strange: "I want to send a telegram.
"Who are you? I remember the previous watch was a lady."
The man inside replied calmly: "I am Pawcourt, Melanie's colleague.
"She's right next to me, she's fine."
As soon as Pavokot finished speaking, the female voice said immediately: "Yes, I'm fine.
"You don't need it, pay attention, Pavokot, he's back."
Friends, isn't it your folk custom not to respond and not to open the door? How did Pavokot get in? Klein resisted the urge to question.
Elland took a step back and cleared his throat: "I want to send a telegram to the headquarters of the Church of Storms."
"I'm sorry, we can't open the door." Pavokot responded without emotional ups and downs.
Elland also felt that kind of weirdness, so he didn't dare to force it, and offered an alternative: "Can you help me distribute it, and then give me the draft through the crack of the door?
"The content is about the incident in Bansy Port, the deaths of Bishop Miller and Pastor Jess, signed by Ireland."
"Okay." Melanie's voice faded away, as if she had returned to the telegraph. JrNovels.com
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