And I don't know if it's true... He subconsciously shook his head.

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I don't know when the "Nighthawks" and "Mechanical Heart" will take action to deal with the anomaly on Williams Street. I hope they can do it as soon as possible... While thinking about it, Klein left the gray fog and returned to the real world.

After thinking for a while, he pulled out a piece of letter paper and laid it out on the brown desk.

The dark red water-absorbing pen rustled around. Klein first cared about Mr. Azik's recent situation, and then mentioned that when he was looking for a magical item that could steal other people's extraordinary abilities, he found someone was parasitized by an outsider.

Then, he asked casually if there was a way to bypass the parasitic outsider and alert the host.

Using this excuse, he also said that he knew from others the "Insect of Time" related to the high level of the "Thief" pathway, and figured out that this kind of thing can be used as a sacrifice for important rituals and materials for high-level spells. But I don't know exactly what to do.

Phew... Klein put down the pen, folded the letter paper, took out the copper whistle, brought it to his mouth, and blew hard.

The bones gushed out like a fountain, forming the huge courier, but this time, the courier no longer drilled out from downstairs, but, like so many times before, passed through the ceiling and looked down at the summoner from a high position.

Klein knew that it wasn't because the messenger had become impolite again, but because he was currently living on the first floor of the hotel...

With a flick of his wrist, he threw the letter paper like a dart, and let it fall accurately into the huge white bone palm.

The flames in the messenger's eye sockets jumped twice, as if staring at Klein, but nothing happened in the end.

Its body disintegrated into a waterfall of white bones, one by one burrowing into the ground.

After finishing all this, Klein didn't unfold the thousand paper cranes, erased what he had written before, and consulted "Mercury Snake" Will Auceptin with the same content.

This is because he discovered something not so good. The paper crane is not a magical item or a extraordinary weapon, but it is folded from an ordinary piece of paper. After repeated rubbing with an eraser, it has shown signs of weakness. Once, maybe it will be broken directly.

"It's better to wait for something very important to be contacted before considering it. For example, Mr. Ards doesn't know how to bypass the possessed grandfather to remind Leonard..." Klein shook his head silently, and quickly packed the items on the table.

In addition, he has not dared to contact Arrods with a radio receiver recently, because the strong man sent by the "True Creator" is probably still wandering around, looking for the breath of the "Eye of All Black", while the gray mist The "taste" of God may also have attracted the attention of the "True Creator" and informed the believers.

"Continue to be a traveler today, relax a bit, and start looking for real acting opportunities tomorrow!" Klein restrained his thoughts, put on his coat, took off his top hat, and walked out of the hotel room.

He's going to watch the sunset on the hill outside the port of Oravi!

This idea originated from a best-selling novel. Its author is Leon Mustang, who was born in Oravi and settled in Backlund after he was 20 years old. In the book, this gentleman introduced the port San Draco Mountain with emotion. The sunset, thinking that this is the most beautiful scenery he has seen so far.

Klein rode out of the city in a carriage, walked to the foot of San Draco Mountain, and climbed this low mountain in only one hour.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the sun gradually set, dyeing the blue ocean on the left side of the mountain like a fire, and covering the green woods and vast fields on the right with a piece of gold.

All the colors bloomed their final brilliance at this moment, and then gradually dimmed until they became dark.

Ships enter, carriages enter the city, and busy people return home one after another along the road beside the wheat field or orchard.

When the darkness began to cover the land, a little bit of warm light lit up inside and outside the city one after another, they were like bright gems on black velvet.

It's really beautiful... Klein admired it for a moment, until the lights representing each family caught his eyes.

He turned around in silence, walked along the mountain road, surrounded by black-stained trees, returned to the bottom, then walked a certain distance, and hired a carriage at the edge of the port city.

The carriage moved forward steadily, and the iron-black and elegant street light poles retreated quietly and moved away under the dim yellow light.

After an unknown amount of time, Klein returned to the hotel, took out the key, and opened the door.

Inside the room, the bed, desk, and chairs all lay quietly in the thick darkness, silently reflecting some crimson moonlight. JrNovels.com