The servants of noble families are often "ancestral", how can it be so easy to get in... Unless it is a temporary need for a large number of people, for short-term employment...

Speaking of it, this kind of thing really happened. At the ball tonight, a lady mentioned that a small number of nobles with poor financial conditions sold a lot of land and manors, dismissed almost all the servants, and left less than ten servants. Maintain a decent life, and when there is a need for a large banquet or dance, I will spend money to hire a group of temporary workers from organizations such as the "Association to Help Domestic Servants" to support the scene...

Also, Earl Wolf actually has a collection of masks from the descendant family of the God of Death,

I remember that Mr. Azik's surname is Eggers... It's a pity, I don't want to be disturbed by accidents at the moment, otherwise I might find a way to help Mr. Azik get this mask... Klein muttered a few words silently, let Senior continued to ask: "How did you know Richardson?"

Godops said dully: "We met in East Balam's manor, and at that time, we were all slaves.

"While among the slaves, someone was quietly spreading the belief of death, and I, Richardson, his mother, in that life, inevitably became a believer in death, secretly joining the influential organization.

"Later, Richardson's mother fell ill and died, and he was brought to Backlund, while I stayed in East Balam, looking for an opportunity to escape from the manor.

"A few years later, I was sent to Backlund. By chance, I met Richardson again. He, he actually forgot his mother's death, forgot the abuse he had suffered, and forgot his love for him. The belief in God has been corroded by the so-called peaceful life!

"In order to avoid me, he deliberately made mistakes and changed three employers in a row, but how could he have thought that his former companions are no longer ordinary people!"

Everyone has the right to choose, as long as it doesn't hurt others, but Richardson and I are two different people... Klein in the room closed his eyes, and Senior asked in a low voice: "Who is that? What is the name of the most influential organization among the slaves?"

Godops hesitated and said: "The Society of Eternal Life, those who believe in the God of Death, will obtain eternal life in the underworld after leaving the painful real world."

The Eternal Life Society... I know this, the branch of the Spiritual Religion... Klein, who was born in the "Nighthawks", knows this quite well.

He continued to manipulate Secret Puppet Senor to question the other party, obtained a lot of information related to the Eternal Life Society, the East Balam Restoration Congress, and the Black Skull Party, and confirmed that Godops and his gang were full of innocent blood.

After finishing the psychic, dealing with the traces, and waiting for a quarter of an hour, Klein let the "wraith" enter Godops' body again, drove him out of the sewer, and returned to the shadows on the side of the street.

At this time, in No. 160 Boklund Street, the servants with double-barreled shotguns patrolled less attentively, as if they thought that the hidden danger had passed.

Klein pretended not to notice anything, and was still sleeping in the master bedroom. However, he had arranged a ceremony, summoned himself, responded to himself, and brought Azik's copper whistle, iron cigarette case, and "squirming hunger" to The state of Wraith Shadow left the house without a sound.

He stayed behind Godops, keeping a distance of 80 meters at all times, so as to manipulate the "hostage" possessed by the secret puppet, let him go around to another block, and board the rental carriage at the intersection.

More than an hour later, "Goldops" returned to the headquarters of the Black Skull Party, a hut near the pier.

There is a large amount of ammunition hidden here, and there are several members sent by the Eastern Balam Restoration Congress, who constitute the top level of the Black Skull Party.

"Goldops" knocked on the door according to the agreed method, and said to a member who came up: "Richardson has succumbed."

"Very good." The member gave Godops a half-concentrated glance, stepped out of the way, and let him pass.

"Goldops" looked around and saw high-performance explosives and a batch of rifles that were bought before piled up in the corner of the house, and several senior leaders of the Black Skeleton Party were gathering together, discussing something.

"Godops, would you like one?" The member just now handed over a cigarette.

This is a Southern Continent style smoke made directly from sun-dried tobacco leaves wrapped in a small amount of herbs.

Godops took it, picked up the matches on the table, pulled out a few, and struck the ground.

Then, he threw the few burning matches to the corner, to an explosive that was easily ignited next to the high-performance explosive.

"..." All the people present looked at Godops dumbly, and didn't realize what happened for a while.

Rumble!

Klein was sitting on the sidewalk chair tens of meters away, with his back facing the houses that were blazing with flames and billowing with air.

A few seconds later, Senor, who was wearing a dark red coat, appeared beside him, with a little trace of being burned by the fire. JrNovels.com