Chapter: 1803
Mr. Stanton is quite agile in his work. He has completed the financial investigation and valuation in just a few days... Klein secretly sighed with emotion, feeling a sudden inspiration.
He quickly activated his spirit vision, and saw Miss Messenger Reinette Tinekerr coming out of the void, still holding the four blond and red-eyed heads in her hand, one of which was biting a letter.
It should be Miss Sharron's reply... As Klein thought about it, he stretched out his hand to take it, and nodded slightly, "Thank you."
While speaking, he subconsciously glanced at the door of the study, because Richardson, the personal servant, was on duty outside.
Removing the envelope and spreading the paper, Klein took a quick glance and confirmed that the owner of the letter is Miss Sharron. She said that she has no intention of buying the "biotoxin bottle" at the moment. After a while, if this magical item is still there, Maybe consider it.
Is this financial situation not well-off? Or are you saving money for more important things? Klein thought about it casually, and intuitively thought it was the latter possibility, because the demigod named Zatwin couldn't stay in Backlund forever. With their extraordinary strength and sequence characteristics, it is relatively easy to get money in a relaxed environment. Moreover, they seem to control the black market arms trade in the "Brave Bar" and act as the supporters behind Ian. line, you can earn a lot.
Thinking about it, Klein raised his head and saw four pairs of eight red eyes of Miss Messenger staring at him without turning.
He was taken aback, thinking that the other party wanted to urge to repay the debt, he cleared his throat and said: "There is no need to reply.
"Within this week, the first arrears will be paid."
Reinette Tinekerr's four heads spoke one by one: "No..." "Worry..." "No..." "Interest..."
Miss Messenger is still fine... As Klein sighed, Reinette Tinekerr's figure disappeared in place and returned to the depths of the spirit world.
After burning the letter paper and resting for a quarter of an hour, he walked to the door and told Richardson to prepare the carriage.
He planned to go to church before his afternoon philosophy class.
The journey went smoothly, and Klein, who only drank a few sips of black tea, soon arrived at the square outside St. Samuel's Church.
After admiring the sense of peace brought by the white dove for a while, he stepped across the church gate, entered the prayer hall, and sat down at a random place. Richardson sat in the same place as last time, holding his employer's hat and walking stick. Diagonal rear.
During the prayer to empty his mind, Klein was inspired again, and instinctively opened his eyes, looking to the left.
He immediately saw Leonard Mitchell with black hair and green eyes.
This "Nighthawk" didn't wear a windbreaker, a white shirt not tied into the belt, straight-leg pants, and a black vest. His style was very casual.
Seeing the middle-aged gentleman with frosted temples looking over, he nodded with a smile, looked away, closed his eyes, and pretended to pray.
He wasn't worried that the other party would find out that he was looking at him, because he just glanced at him without any unnecessary movements. Many believers had similar behaviors just now.
A gentleman with good looks and good temperament will inevitably receive a certain degree of attention when he enters here. Leonard Mitchell himself is often watched by others, and he has a deep understanding of this.
At this time, a slightly old voice sounded in his mind: "It's him."
Heh, I have lived up to my efforts to run to the church yesterday and today... Leonard thought with a little satisfaction, but remained calm on the surface.
Klein was also pretending to pray, thinking about the doubts in his heart: "When did Leonard become so devout?
"Though he is certainly more pious than I am,
But definitely not the kind that goes to church every day, only once a week, or even two weeks...
"He came here with a purpose? He seemed to be looking at me just now..."
Thinking of this, Klein suddenly realized: "The grandfather in his body is the angel of the Zoroaster family, that is, the angel of the 'thief' path...
"'Amon the Blasphemer' is the king of angels in this path, he can detect the gray fog, and even wants to invade it...
"So, the grandfather in Leonard's body has a great possibility to have noticed the power or traces of the gray mist on my body!" JrNovels.com
He quickly activated his spirit vision, and saw Miss Messenger Reinette Tinekerr coming out of the void, still holding the four blond and red-eyed heads in her hand, one of which was biting a letter.
It should be Miss Sharron's reply... As Klein thought about it, he stretched out his hand to take it, and nodded slightly, "Thank you."
While speaking, he subconsciously glanced at the door of the study, because Richardson, the personal servant, was on duty outside.
Removing the envelope and spreading the paper, Klein took a quick glance and confirmed that the owner of the letter is Miss Sharron. She said that she has no intention of buying the "biotoxin bottle" at the moment. After a while, if this magical item is still there, Maybe consider it.
Is this financial situation not well-off? Or are you saving money for more important things? Klein thought about it casually, and intuitively thought it was the latter possibility, because the demigod named Zatwin couldn't stay in Backlund forever. With their extraordinary strength and sequence characteristics, it is relatively easy to get money in a relaxed environment. Moreover, they seem to control the black market arms trade in the "Brave Bar" and act as the supporters behind Ian. line, you can earn a lot.
Thinking about it, Klein raised his head and saw four pairs of eight red eyes of Miss Messenger staring at him without turning.
He was taken aback, thinking that the other party wanted to urge to repay the debt, he cleared his throat and said: "There is no need to reply.
"Within this week, the first arrears will be paid."
Reinette Tinekerr's four heads spoke one by one: "No..." "Worry..." "No..." "Interest..."
Miss Messenger is still fine... As Klein sighed, Reinette Tinekerr's figure disappeared in place and returned to the depths of the spirit world.
After burning the letter paper and resting for a quarter of an hour, he walked to the door and told Richardson to prepare the carriage.
He planned to go to church before his afternoon philosophy class.
The journey went smoothly, and Klein, who only drank a few sips of black tea, soon arrived at the square outside St. Samuel's Church.
After admiring the sense of peace brought by the white dove for a while, he stepped across the church gate, entered the prayer hall, and sat down at a random place. Richardson sat in the same place as last time, holding his employer's hat and walking stick. Diagonal rear.
During the prayer to empty his mind, Klein was inspired again, and instinctively opened his eyes, looking to the left.
He immediately saw Leonard Mitchell with black hair and green eyes.
This "Nighthawk" didn't wear a windbreaker, a white shirt not tied into the belt, straight-leg pants, and a black vest. His style was very casual.
Seeing the middle-aged gentleman with frosted temples looking over, he nodded with a smile, looked away, closed his eyes, and pretended to pray.
He wasn't worried that the other party would find out that he was looking at him, because he just glanced at him without any unnecessary movements. Many believers had similar behaviors just now.
A gentleman with good looks and good temperament will inevitably receive a certain degree of attention when he enters here. Leonard Mitchell himself is often watched by others, and he has a deep understanding of this.
At this time, a slightly old voice sounded in his mind: "It's him."
Heh, I have lived up to my efforts to run to the church yesterday and today... Leonard thought with a little satisfaction, but remained calm on the surface.
Klein was also pretending to pray, thinking about the doubts in his heart: "When did Leonard become so devout?
"Though he is certainly more pious than I am,
But definitely not the kind that goes to church every day, only once a week, or even two weeks...
"He came here with a purpose? He seemed to be looking at me just now..."
Thinking of this, Klein suddenly realized: "The grandfather in his body is the angel of the Zoroaster family, that is, the angel of the 'thief' path...
"'Amon the Blasphemer' is the king of angels in this path, he can detect the gray fog, and even wants to invade it...
"So, the grandfather in Leonard's body has a great possibility to have noticed the power or traces of the gray mist on my body!" JrNovels.com
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