This "wraith" saluted with his hands on his chest, and immediately returned to the surface of the gold coin on the iron cigarette case.

It's a pity that you can't pick up the Extraordinary characteristic, otherwise it won't be like an accident... The high level of the Black Skull Party has no Extraordinary, which is definitely suspicious... Klein sighed secretly, dealt with the traces, ended the summoning, and returned directly to the gray mist.

The next morning, as if nothing had happened to him, he got up to wash, and waited for the valet to come in and put on his outer clothes.

Richardson entered silently, and expertly completed his work.

Then, he took a step back, lowered his head and said, "Sir, after serving this week, I want to resign."

He normally receives a weekly salary from his housekeeper, Tanea.

"Why?" Klein looked at himself in the mirror and asked while straightening his vest.

At the same time, he thought leisurely in his heart: It's not bad, knowing that he resigned voluntarily so as not to cause trouble to the employer...

Richardson had already thought of an excuse and said: "I feel that my ability is not enough to be a personal servant. During the dance last night, I had exchanges with the servants of other guests and found that I was still far behind."

Klein smiled and said, "Everyone grew up with little or no experience. Think about it again, and give me the final answer tomorrow."

"Okay, sir." Richardson didn't say any more, and left the room voluntarily, and went to the first floor to help his employer get the morning newspaper.

During this process, he will first flip through and put the most interesting newspaper on the top.

While flipping through the pages, his gaze suddenly froze, and he focused on a piece of news: "A violent explosion occurred at No. 79 Dirham Street in the Backlund Bridge area, which is suspected to be related to the 'Black Skull Party'...

"According to the police, all the senior leaders of the 'Black Skull Party' died in this accidental explosion, including Lima, Moreira, Godops..."

This... Richardson shook his head, suspecting that he was dreaming.

160 Boklund Street, in the restaurant on the second floor.

As soon as Klein took a bite of the toast served with butter, he saw the butler walk in.

Walter saluted and said, "Sir, someone from unknown origin rang our doorbell last night.

"Because it was very late, I didn't wake you up, but I asked the servants to take double-barreled shotguns and take turns to keep watch all night.

"With your permission, I will visit the nearby police station today and ask them to step up night patrols in this neighborhood."

Hiring a housekeeper like this, apart from being expensive, has no other disadvantages... Klein nodded lightly, took a sip of the fresh milk he just delivered, and said, "Very good."

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39 Boklund Street, House of Councilor Macht.

Hazel entered the living room on the second floor and saw her mother, Liana, chatting with the housekeeper.

"What happened?" She pushed a strand of dark green hair behind her ear.

Liana laughed and said, "Someone rang the doorbell of Dant�s' house in the middle of the night last night."

"A prank?" Hazel found a seat and sat down.

"No one knows. Anyway, Dant�s' butler went to the police station this morning." Liana said what she learned from the servant.

Hazel nodded slightly and said, "It's the best way to let the police intervene."

"But it's completely useless, because I don't know who rang the doorbell. It is said that no one at the scene is useless." Liana shook her head and smiled. JrNovels.com