She turned her head, blinked her eyes, and confirmed coldly: "Captain, is there anything else?"

"No." Dunn replied firmly.

Luo Yao nodded invisibly and walked towards the gate first.

The "Corpse Collector" Frye, who had a cold and gloomy temperament, still maintained a neither fast nor slow speed.

At this moment, Dunn spoke again: "Remember, remember to tell Roseanne and Mrs. Orianna that they can come down."

"No problem." Frye replied calmly, almost without emotional fluctuations.

Watching the two Nighthawks walk out of the gate and climb up to the third floor, Klein quietly heaved a sigh of relief, followed the captain, Al, and the others into the ground, went straight all the way, and arrived at the Chanis Gate that opened opposite.

"Go to the arsenal and find Old Neil. We need his ritual magic treatment." Dunn instructed Klein while signaling the "Sleepless" Kenli to open the Chanis door.

As the effect of the potion faded, his spirit gradually weakened.

"Okay." Klein didn't wait for the captain to add, and said to himself, "I will take care of the arsenal on behalf of Old Neil, and I will apply for at least 20 more demon hunting bullets, and wait for the approval of the Holy Church. Curious about the notes of the Antigonus family."

"..." Dunn couldn't find the words to respond for a while.

"Captain, is there anything else?" Klein asked with a smile after finishing his quick answer.

Dunn shook his head, but still couldn't speak.

Taking out his cane, turning his body around, and walking for a while, Klein turned to the armory, and told Old Neil who was drinking clear water what had happened.

"It turned into an out-of-control monster...you also killed a Extraordinary?" Old Neil quickly cleared the table, "I seem to be listening to the script of a drama."

He mumbled and walked around the table, aiming straight at the corridor, without waiting for Klein's answer.

Klein asked rather curiously: "Mr. Neil, doesn't the church have any real healing potions? It even needs the help of ritual magic."

"Pharmaceuticals formulated with ordinary materials cannot solidify the healing effect from rituals for a long time, and extraordinary materials are very rare, and most of them are not suitable for this kind of thing." Old Neil explained casually, "You should know 'Gaze of the Goddess', right? When this potion was first made through the ritual, it was a standard and real healing potion, but every minute after that, the effect evaporated until there was only a little left."

"I see..." Klein nodded slightly disappointed.

As a former "keyboard adventurer", that is, a game lover, yearning for healing potions is really a matter of habit.

Watching Old Neil leave, he sat down and felt the peace as if he had been away for a long time.

In such peace, he recalled the horror of the tuxedo clown when he was dying, recalled his cold-blooded shooting, recalled the hideous wound and the blood gushing out.

Klein's body gradually trembled, and his heart was filled with discomfort. He first stood up, then sat down, and then slowly repeated this process, including walking back and forth.

"Huh..." He let out a breath, planning to find something to do for himself, so as not to always think of those bad pictures.

Klein took off his top hat, took off his suit, took out his handkerchief and brush, and carefully cleaned up the dirt and dust on his clothes.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard the familiar old Neil's footsteps�that was the special sound made by his heels landing first.

"It's really exhausting..." Old Neil complained and walked into the room.

"You tell the others not to come here for an hour, I need a certain amount of rest." He glanced at Klein and ordered casually.

"Why don't you go upstairs to rest, and I'll take care of it?" Klein kindly suggested.

Old Neil shook his head: "It's too noisy up there, little Roseanne is a girl who can't stop talking." JrNovels.com