Chapter: 2432
Tonight... Klein nodded thoughtfully, and flicked his wrist, causing the letter paper to ignite with crimson flames and quickly become scorched black.
The flame expanded accordingly, enveloping his body at once.
When the flames subsided, Klein's figure had disappeared from the seat of the easy chair. Dots of embers hovered in the air, and under the blowing of the invisible wind, they fell into the trash can not far away by themselves.
In the North Backlund District, the Jowood District, and the Bridge District, in houses that were not next to each other, the light of the gas wall lamps became brighter one after another, and then returned to normal one after another.
It didn't take long for Klein to appear in a room he rented privately on the edge of the East District. He changed his clothes, put on gold-rimmed glasses, and went out in the image of Sherlock Moriarty, all the way to the "Brave Bar".
This time, instead of looking for Ian, who was playing board games with a group of people in the chess and card room, he listened for a few seconds, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of one of the billiard rooms, and walked in slowly.
As soon as he locked the door with his backhand, he saw figures outlined on the left and right sides.
Sitting on the high stool on the left is Sharon, who is wearing a small bonnet, a court dress, pale gold hair, and blue eyes. Compared with before, her face is no longer so pale, but she feels a little blood loss. This makes her more and more away from the image of a female ghost and closer to a puppet.
Standing by the billiard table on the right is Maric. This young man who likes to play cards with living corpses is getting paler, and the malice that needs to be restrained in his eyes becomes less obvious, but intuitively gives people a sense of depression.
"Good evening, both of you." Klein smiled, took off his hat, and saluted.
"Good evening, Mr. Detective." Sharron's body floated a little as if she had no weight, and she saluted earnestly, and Maric did the same.
At this moment, the billiard room felt extremely haunted.
Klein randomly pulled a high stool and sat down, he laughed and said, "What's going on this time?"
"I'm sorry, I may have to trouble you again." Sharon bowed again.
Maric followed up and said: "We have reached an agreement with the blood race to cooperate in dealing with important members of the Rose School of Thought in Backlund.
"The specific things must be done by ourselves, including how to lead out, how to ambush, and how to do it. I just hope that you can watch the whole process and take us away when there is an accident.
"Whatever you want, even if you ask, you can discuss it."
That is to say, I'm a backup player in case of accidents... What if Emlyn also asks "The World" to help secretly? At that time, their plan is to have two demigods as the reserve team... Uh, it seems to be okay, I will be Sherlock Moriarty myself, and Qonas Kilgor will be Gehrman Sparrow ... Klein thought for a few seconds, but did not respond directly to Maric's words, but instead said, "I'll ask a few questions."
After Maric glanced at Sharon, he nodded slightly and said, "Okay."
Klein looked at Sharon who was sitting on a high stool like a puppet: "The mummy of Tutansis II I obtained earlier was prepared for your promotion to Sequence 4 'Puppet', and are you sure you have become a demigod?"
This is what he knew from the conversation and the letter before, and the main purpose at this time is to make a confirmation and start the next topic.
Sharon looked back at him quietly, her voice was slightly ethereal, and she said with a bit of ethereal and inhuman feeling: "Yes."
Klein nodded lightly, and asked bluntly, "What's your relationship with Reinette Tinekerr?"
Sharon's blue eyes moved almost imperceptibly: "He is my teacher."
Teacher... He... Although Klein had already made some guesses, he almost gasped, feeling his teeth ache again.
In the blink of an eye, his expression didn't seem to change, but countless thoughts popped up in his heart:
...Miss Messenger was originally an angel?
Did I use an angel as a messenger? Is this going to be too exaggerated?
He is also Miss Sharon's teacher... The matter that He applied to be my messenger back then, I'm afraid it was not that simple!
From this point of view, He must be opposed to the "Mother Tree of Desire". He signed a contract with me before, did he think that the "Mother Tree of Desire" coveted me, no, he must be my enemy? JrNovels.com
The flame expanded accordingly, enveloping his body at once.
When the flames subsided, Klein's figure had disappeared from the seat of the easy chair. Dots of embers hovered in the air, and under the blowing of the invisible wind, they fell into the trash can not far away by themselves.
In the North Backlund District, the Jowood District, and the Bridge District, in houses that were not next to each other, the light of the gas wall lamps became brighter one after another, and then returned to normal one after another.
It didn't take long for Klein to appear in a room he rented privately on the edge of the East District. He changed his clothes, put on gold-rimmed glasses, and went out in the image of Sherlock Moriarty, all the way to the "Brave Bar".
This time, instead of looking for Ian, who was playing board games with a group of people in the chess and card room, he listened for a few seconds, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of one of the billiard rooms, and walked in slowly.
As soon as he locked the door with his backhand, he saw figures outlined on the left and right sides.
Sitting on the high stool on the left is Sharon, who is wearing a small bonnet, a court dress, pale gold hair, and blue eyes. Compared with before, her face is no longer so pale, but she feels a little blood loss. This makes her more and more away from the image of a female ghost and closer to a puppet.
Standing by the billiard table on the right is Maric. This young man who likes to play cards with living corpses is getting paler, and the malice that needs to be restrained in his eyes becomes less obvious, but intuitively gives people a sense of depression.
"Good evening, both of you." Klein smiled, took off his hat, and saluted.
"Good evening, Mr. Detective." Sharron's body floated a little as if she had no weight, and she saluted earnestly, and Maric did the same.
At this moment, the billiard room felt extremely haunted.
Klein randomly pulled a high stool and sat down, he laughed and said, "What's going on this time?"
"I'm sorry, I may have to trouble you again." Sharon bowed again.
Maric followed up and said: "We have reached an agreement with the blood race to cooperate in dealing with important members of the Rose School of Thought in Backlund.
"The specific things must be done by ourselves, including how to lead out, how to ambush, and how to do it. I just hope that you can watch the whole process and take us away when there is an accident.
"Whatever you want, even if you ask, you can discuss it."
That is to say, I'm a backup player in case of accidents... What if Emlyn also asks "The World" to help secretly? At that time, their plan is to have two demigods as the reserve team... Uh, it seems to be okay, I will be Sherlock Moriarty myself, and Qonas Kilgor will be Gehrman Sparrow ... Klein thought for a few seconds, but did not respond directly to Maric's words, but instead said, "I'll ask a few questions."
After Maric glanced at Sharon, he nodded slightly and said, "Okay."
Klein looked at Sharon who was sitting on a high stool like a puppet: "The mummy of Tutansis II I obtained earlier was prepared for your promotion to Sequence 4 'Puppet', and are you sure you have become a demigod?"
This is what he knew from the conversation and the letter before, and the main purpose at this time is to make a confirmation and start the next topic.
Sharon looked back at him quietly, her voice was slightly ethereal, and she said with a bit of ethereal and inhuman feeling: "Yes."
Klein nodded lightly, and asked bluntly, "What's your relationship with Reinette Tinekerr?"
Sharon's blue eyes moved almost imperceptibly: "He is my teacher."
Teacher... He... Although Klein had already made some guesses, he almost gasped, feeling his teeth ache again.
In the blink of an eye, his expression didn't seem to change, but countless thoughts popped up in his heart:
...Miss Messenger was originally an angel?
Did I use an angel as a messenger? Is this going to be too exaggerated?
He is also Miss Sharon's teacher... The matter that He applied to be my messenger back then, I'm afraid it was not that simple!
From this point of view, He must be opposed to the "Mother Tree of Desire". He signed a contract with me before, did he think that the "Mother Tree of Desire" coveted me, no, he must be my enemy? JrNovels.com
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