Chapter: 1671
The mouths of each of her heads opened one by one in an orderly manner: "Can..." "Create..." "Living corpse..." "Same..." "Can..." "Lead the way..."
While speaking, Anderson's hands finally stopped and left his neck, leaving obvious deep finger marks on them.
Huh, huh... The strongest hunter gasped, bent over and retched.
Klein then quickly browsed through the letter, and found out that the sender was Danitz. This "famous big pirate" claimed that "Vice Admiral Iceberg" had mysteriously disappeared and urgently needed help.
As soon as his eyes left the letter paper, Klein was shocked to find that Reinette Tinekerr was still there.
This isn't mysticism... Doesn't the messenger disappear after delivering the letter, and then reappear after being summoned? Klein pondered for a moment, then asked doubtfully, "Do you have anything else to do?"
"Wait..." "You..." "Reply..." "Letter..." Reinette's four heads said one by one.
"How do you know that I will definitely reply?" Klein glanced at Anderson, who hadn't recovered yet, and was sure that the strongest hunter couldn't pay attention to the words that didn't fit Gehrman Sparrow's personality.
The head in Reinette's hand spoke again: "Her..." "Missing..." "Very..." "Strange..."
"How do you know?" Klein thought for a moment that Miss Messenger had peeked at Danitz's letter.
The heads with light blond long hair simply rolled up each spit out a word, forming a complete sentence: "I..." "Investigated..." "On the boat..." "The situation..."
My courier also works as a spy? Will Miss Reinette Tinekerr be a part-time thug in the future? I just don't know if I need to pay extra... Klein complained while thinking about it and said, "Don't worry, I'll reply later."
He planned to go above the gray mist to do a divination with the earring of "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina.
Reinette Tinekerr didn't speak again, and her figure disappeared without a sound.
"Cough..." Anderson finally recovered, stood up straight, and looked at Gehrman Sparrow in disbelief. "Your messenger, your messenger, is actually at the level of a demigod!"
You don't need to tell me, I was almost sure just now... Hearing Anderson Hood's words, Klein muttered calmly in his heart.
From the very beginning when he met Reinette Tinekerr in the spirit world, and saw her huge real body and gothic-style castle, Klein thought that the other party was not simple, and just now Miss Messenger almost killed the most Strong Hunter's performance made him believe without a doubt that the other party was a demigod, at least Sequence 4!
A demigod delivering letters for me just for a gold coin every time? Thinking with my toes, I know that things will not be simple, and Miss Messenger must have other plans. Of course, it does not rule out that I always encounter weird things that make her feel interesting. I just happen to be free, so I cameo messenger��
Similar situations also include the flattery of "Magic Mirror" Arrods, and the kindness of "Mercury Snake" Will Auceptin... No matter what, you still have to be careful, don't trust too much... There is a chance to discuss Before you deal with the matter, don't think about the danger, whether you want to play the harmonica, maybe Miss Messenger will directly tear me apart... Klein thought a lot in a flash, but his expression was still indifferent, facing the astonishment Surprised, Anderson nodded slightly: "This has nothing to do with you."
... This guy is really mysterious! There was a demigod-level spirit world creature as his messenger! Moreover, he casually knew a member of the life school... No wonder he was so calm and calm after offending the "Undead King"... No wonder the "Undead King" didn't seek revenge, and he didn't even show up! Anderson suddenly realized, and couldn't help but carefully looked at Gehrman Sparrow again.
"Huh?" Klein glanced at the strongest hunter without emotion.
Anderson quickly retracted his gaze, and said with a dry smile: "I found that you are very suitable to be the protagonist of figure paintings, the kind with a gloomy background, which perfectly complements your temperament.
"How about it? Do you want to think about it? I can draw a portrait for you. Believe me, I am a master in this regard!"
Klein didn't listen to his nonsense at all. He took out his gold pocket watch, pushed it open and looked at it: "Go back to your room. I'll come to you in five minutes."
"Okay." Anderson responded with a smile on his face.
After the strongest hunter left, Klein took out the Azik copper whistle and the Will Auceptin paper crane, turned around and entered the bathroom, and set up the ceremony.
After bringing "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina's pearl earrings above the gray mist, Klein sat at the top of the long bronze table, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a simple divination statement: "Edwina. Edwards' whereabouts."
Holding the paper and the earrings, Klein leaned back on the back of the chair, silently recited the divination sentences, and entered the dreamland through meditation.
First, the gray sky and earth occupied his "horizon of vision", and then a snow-covered plain came into his sight.
A blizzard of callsigns hung over everything, and the surrounding fog was deep and deep, not like the real border. JrNovels.com
While speaking, Anderson's hands finally stopped and left his neck, leaving obvious deep finger marks on them.
Huh, huh... The strongest hunter gasped, bent over and retched.
Klein then quickly browsed through the letter, and found out that the sender was Danitz. This "famous big pirate" claimed that "Vice Admiral Iceberg" had mysteriously disappeared and urgently needed help.
As soon as his eyes left the letter paper, Klein was shocked to find that Reinette Tinekerr was still there.
This isn't mysticism... Doesn't the messenger disappear after delivering the letter, and then reappear after being summoned? Klein pondered for a moment, then asked doubtfully, "Do you have anything else to do?"
"Wait..." "You..." "Reply..." "Letter..." Reinette's four heads said one by one.
"How do you know that I will definitely reply?" Klein glanced at Anderson, who hadn't recovered yet, and was sure that the strongest hunter couldn't pay attention to the words that didn't fit Gehrman Sparrow's personality.
The head in Reinette's hand spoke again: "Her..." "Missing..." "Very..." "Strange..."
"How do you know?" Klein thought for a moment that Miss Messenger had peeked at Danitz's letter.
The heads with light blond long hair simply rolled up each spit out a word, forming a complete sentence: "I..." "Investigated..." "On the boat..." "The situation..."
My courier also works as a spy? Will Miss Reinette Tinekerr be a part-time thug in the future? I just don't know if I need to pay extra... Klein complained while thinking about it and said, "Don't worry, I'll reply later."
He planned to go above the gray mist to do a divination with the earring of "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina.
Reinette Tinekerr didn't speak again, and her figure disappeared without a sound.
"Cough..." Anderson finally recovered, stood up straight, and looked at Gehrman Sparrow in disbelief. "Your messenger, your messenger, is actually at the level of a demigod!"
You don't need to tell me, I was almost sure just now... Hearing Anderson Hood's words, Klein muttered calmly in his heart.
From the very beginning when he met Reinette Tinekerr in the spirit world, and saw her huge real body and gothic-style castle, Klein thought that the other party was not simple, and just now Miss Messenger almost killed the most Strong Hunter's performance made him believe without a doubt that the other party was a demigod, at least Sequence 4!
A demigod delivering letters for me just for a gold coin every time? Thinking with my toes, I know that things will not be simple, and Miss Messenger must have other plans. Of course, it does not rule out that I always encounter weird things that make her feel interesting. I just happen to be free, so I cameo messenger��
Similar situations also include the flattery of "Magic Mirror" Arrods, and the kindness of "Mercury Snake" Will Auceptin... No matter what, you still have to be careful, don't trust too much... There is a chance to discuss Before you deal with the matter, don't think about the danger, whether you want to play the harmonica, maybe Miss Messenger will directly tear me apart... Klein thought a lot in a flash, but his expression was still indifferent, facing the astonishment Surprised, Anderson nodded slightly: "This has nothing to do with you."
... This guy is really mysterious! There was a demigod-level spirit world creature as his messenger! Moreover, he casually knew a member of the life school... No wonder he was so calm and calm after offending the "Undead King"... No wonder the "Undead King" didn't seek revenge, and he didn't even show up! Anderson suddenly realized, and couldn't help but carefully looked at Gehrman Sparrow again.
"Huh?" Klein glanced at the strongest hunter without emotion.
Anderson quickly retracted his gaze, and said with a dry smile: "I found that you are very suitable to be the protagonist of figure paintings, the kind with a gloomy background, which perfectly complements your temperament.
"How about it? Do you want to think about it? I can draw a portrait for you. Believe me, I am a master in this regard!"
Klein didn't listen to his nonsense at all. He took out his gold pocket watch, pushed it open and looked at it: "Go back to your room. I'll come to you in five minutes."
"Okay." Anderson responded with a smile on his face.
After the strongest hunter left, Klein took out the Azik copper whistle and the Will Auceptin paper crane, turned around and entered the bathroom, and set up the ceremony.
After bringing "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina's pearl earrings above the gray mist, Klein sat at the top of the long bronze table, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a simple divination statement: "Edwina. Edwards' whereabouts."
Holding the paper and the earrings, Klein leaned back on the back of the chair, silently recited the divination sentences, and entered the dreamland through meditation.
First, the gray sky and earth occupied his "horizon of vision", and then a snow-covered plain came into his sight.
A blizzard of callsigns hung over everything, and the surrounding fog was deep and deep, not like the real border. JrNovels.com
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