Chapter: 1824
She climbed down from the balcony of her bedroom, carefully avoided the bodyguards at home, and sneaked out of the garden all the way to the middle of Boklund Street�not all sewer entrances allow humans to pass through freely and have vertical Straight metal ladder.
Hazel skillfully removed the manhole cover, climbed down, and closed the manhole cover from the inside.
It took nearly three quarters of an hour before she moved the manhole cover and returned to the shadows of the street.
At this moment, Hazel saw a black figure flipping lightly into the garden not far away.
"No. 160..." She read out the corresponding house number.
This is Dwayne Dant�s' home.
On the third floor of the building, Klein woke up from a dream again due to his spiritual intuition, wishing he could catch the infiltrator who interrupted his sleep and feed it to "Squirming Hunger".
This time, he directly opened the iron cigarette case and released the "Resentful Soul" marionette.
Senior's figure in a dark red coat first walked into the full-length mirror, and then jumped onto the oriel window glass in the personal servant's room.
"He" stared at Richardson and saw the manservant turn over and sit up, looking at the door with fear and nervousness.
The door opened silently, and a figure flashed in.
Under the crimson moonlight, the infiltrator revealed a brownish-yellow complexion, a soft outline, and short black curly hair. He was obviously of the Balam race in the southern continent.
Standing at the door with a bit of a gloomy air, he looked at Richardson who was looking at him, and said in a deep voice, "Have you considered it?
"Don't think that if you break away from us, you can get the peaceful life you want. You have the blood of Death God's people flowing in your body, and you are destined to give everything to restore the glory of God.
"Think about your dead mother, think about the bullying you have been subjected to, do you hope that your children will still grow up in the eyes of others' discrimination in the future, and will always be someone else's servant?"
"...But, what can I do..." Richardson said with difficulty, lowering his head.
"Waiting for your task." The infiltrator's voice softened a bit.
Richardson didn't answer whether it was good or not, and seemed to be struggling in his heart.
The infiltrator didn't care about his hesitation. When he had agreed, he turned around, exited the room, and left the same way.
"People of the God of Death... the Spiritual Cult, or other people from the Balam Restoration Organization?" Klein, who had witnessed everything just now, lay on the bed and said silently to himself, "What task will they ask Richardson to do? Stealing my money, funding an organization? Or creating terror at some high-class party?"
At this time, the intruder had climbed down from the large balcony, walked through the garden, climbed out of the outer wall with the iron fence, and returned to the street.
Suddenly, he saw a figure on the left rushing towards him, hurriedly dodged, clenched his fists, and launched a powerful bombardment.
boom!
The fist hit the black shadow, but it penetrated directly, as if it hit the shadow created by the light of a gas street lamp.
At the same time, he was hit hard on the back of the head, and he fainted to the ground.
Hazel's figure immediately appeared behind the infiltrator, with a slightly excited expression, as if she had completed a successful deception.
She quickly restrained her emotions, maintained her haughty posture, and glanced sideways at the black iron gate at No. 160 Boklund Street.
The girl bent down, grabbed the intruder's arm, and dragged him step by step to Dawn Dant�s' door.
Immediately afterwards, Hazel let go of her left hand, dealt with the traces, raised her chin slightly, took two steps forward, and rang the doorbell.
Then, she left quickly with her back straight, and returned home along the shadow of the street. JrNovels.com
Hazel skillfully removed the manhole cover, climbed down, and closed the manhole cover from the inside.
It took nearly three quarters of an hour before she moved the manhole cover and returned to the shadows of the street.
At this moment, Hazel saw a black figure flipping lightly into the garden not far away.
"No. 160..." She read out the corresponding house number.
This is Dwayne Dant�s' home.
On the third floor of the building, Klein woke up from a dream again due to his spiritual intuition, wishing he could catch the infiltrator who interrupted his sleep and feed it to "Squirming Hunger".
This time, he directly opened the iron cigarette case and released the "Resentful Soul" marionette.
Senior's figure in a dark red coat first walked into the full-length mirror, and then jumped onto the oriel window glass in the personal servant's room.
"He" stared at Richardson and saw the manservant turn over and sit up, looking at the door with fear and nervousness.
The door opened silently, and a figure flashed in.
Under the crimson moonlight, the infiltrator revealed a brownish-yellow complexion, a soft outline, and short black curly hair. He was obviously of the Balam race in the southern continent.
Standing at the door with a bit of a gloomy air, he looked at Richardson who was looking at him, and said in a deep voice, "Have you considered it?
"Don't think that if you break away from us, you can get the peaceful life you want. You have the blood of Death God's people flowing in your body, and you are destined to give everything to restore the glory of God.
"Think about your dead mother, think about the bullying you have been subjected to, do you hope that your children will still grow up in the eyes of others' discrimination in the future, and will always be someone else's servant?"
"...But, what can I do..." Richardson said with difficulty, lowering his head.
"Waiting for your task." The infiltrator's voice softened a bit.
Richardson didn't answer whether it was good or not, and seemed to be struggling in his heart.
The infiltrator didn't care about his hesitation. When he had agreed, he turned around, exited the room, and left the same way.
"People of the God of Death... the Spiritual Cult, or other people from the Balam Restoration Organization?" Klein, who had witnessed everything just now, lay on the bed and said silently to himself, "What task will they ask Richardson to do? Stealing my money, funding an organization? Or creating terror at some high-class party?"
At this time, the intruder had climbed down from the large balcony, walked through the garden, climbed out of the outer wall with the iron fence, and returned to the street.
Suddenly, he saw a figure on the left rushing towards him, hurriedly dodged, clenched his fists, and launched a powerful bombardment.
boom!
The fist hit the black shadow, but it penetrated directly, as if it hit the shadow created by the light of a gas street lamp.
At the same time, he was hit hard on the back of the head, and he fainted to the ground.
Hazel's figure immediately appeared behind the infiltrator, with a slightly excited expression, as if she had completed a successful deception.
She quickly restrained her emotions, maintained her haughty posture, and glanced sideways at the black iron gate at No. 160 Boklund Street.
The girl bent down, grabbed the intruder's arm, and dragged him step by step to Dawn Dant�s' door.
Immediately afterwards, Hazel let go of her left hand, dealt with the traces, raised her chin slightly, took two steps forward, and rang the doorbell.
Then, she left quickly with her back straight, and returned home along the shadow of the street. JrNovels.com
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