Danis responded with disdain: "I'm just short of materials."

Thinking of Gehrman Sparrow's instructions, he reluctantly asked again: "How to deal with it after quarantine?"

Anderson stroked the first button of his shirt, and said with a chuckle, "Two ways of thinking, one is to seek the help of a demigod like 'No Dark One', and let that thing be separated out a little bit. In this regard, your captain has acquaintances. The only The problem is that when that thing is released, my Beyonder characteristics are likely to be released at the same time, making me go backwards in sequence, and even become an ordinary person.

"The second way of thinking is to find a way to get the potion formula of the 'Iron Blood Knight', prepare the corresponding rituals and auxiliary materials, and see if there is a chance to actively tolerate that thing and use it to become a demigod."

"This sounds dangerous." Danis gave a pertinent evaluation of the latter idea.

Anderson's smile became a little more obvious: "Yeah, it's dangerous, I don't even know if it's going to work.

"But, don't you think such a difficult and challenging thing is very interesting? This is at least more in line with my aesthetics than the first method."

Danis shook his head seriously and said, "I don't think so."

He then asked half provocatively and half tentatively: "Don't you have a lot of inheritance somewhere, no, property? I can help you send the ashes back."

Anderson was not angry at all, and nodded solemnly: "You can consider eating my ashes directly when the time comes."

...Why is this guy completely immune to provocation... The corner of Danitz's mouth twitched, and he decided to give up, go to the captain, and ask how he could get items related to "Vice Admiral Disease".

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Late at night, at No. 160 Boklund Street, Klein was about to fall asleep when he saw Miss Messenger walking out of the void with four blond-haired and red-eyed heads. One of them was biting a thin letter and stuffed it into the envelope. letter.

"Who sent it?" Klein asked habitually, and reached out to take it.

Reinette Tinekerr's four heads opened their mouths one by one: "I don't like it..." "Nickname..." "The..." "Sharon..."

Don't like the nickname Sharon? How did she know? Has she communicated with Miss Sharron? Hearing Reinette Tinekerr's answer, Klein was taken aback for a moment, and then doubts emerged one after another.

In his opinion, under normal circumstances, the messenger and the sender will not communicate, the whole process is to appear, get the letter, and leave.

Moreover, since when did this Miss Messenger need the consent of the other party to pick a nickname? Did Frank Lee and Patrick Bryan agree?

A few seconds later, Klein intuitively guessed that Miss Messenger and Miss Sharron must have some kind of connection, and Reinette Tinekerr didn't want to hide anything.

Reining in his thoughts, Klein opened the envelope, unfolded the letter paper, and quickly glanced at the contents above: "There is one thing I hope to get your help with. For details, go to the 'Brave Bar' for an interview..."

Compared to before, Miss Sharron's words are not so stingy, it's a little bit better. Is this a change from being promoted to a demigod? Klein thought for a while, walked to the desk, picked up a pen, and wrote on this piece of paper: "When do you want to meet?"

As soon as he put down his pen, he glanced at Reinette Tinekerr, who was standing beside her and hadn't left, as if she was waiting for him to write a letter. Klein felt a little more certain in his heart.

He then folded the letter paper, handed it over, and said casually, "To Miss Sharon."

One of Reinette Tinekerr's heads bit the letter paper, and the other three said in turn: "You..." "This time..." "And..."

"No..." "Pay..." "Postage..."

�Klein cleared his throat, took out a gold coin, and handed it to Miss Messenger.

Seeing Reinette Tinekerr disappear, he showed a slightly thoughtful expression, walked to the easy chair and sat down, waiting patiently.

Less than a minute later, the messenger lady in a gloomy and complicated dress walked out of the void again, biting the letter just now.

Klein didn't inquire. He took the reply and took a look: "If you have no questions,

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