Chapter: 270
Forsi's expression suddenly became a little awkward: "My companion is actually very respectable, and people want to obey from the bottom of their hearts. Her character is noble and kind. Well, uh, she is just trying to convince a villain. The approach taken was a little too drastic..."
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After entrusting the task, Klein kept to his schedule of occult studies in the morning and combat practice in the afternoon. The routine of his life made him almost forget that he was a Nighthawk, and the "curse" of frequently encountering extraordinary events seemed to disappear.
Come Saturday, it's his turn to be at Chanis Gate.
"You can enjoy the coffee I left here and the black tea in the office of the civil servants as you like." Dunn scanned the guard room with his dark gray eyes.
Klein, who had made up a reason and explained it to his brother and sister in advance, nodded happily and said, "Okay, Captain, you are truly a generous gentleman."
Dunn smiled and said: "This helps you relax mentally, too tense is not good for your health."
He took his hat and walking stick, and walked slowly to the door.
When he was about to go out, he suddenly turned around and said, "I forgot to remind you, no matter what noise you hear, don't open the Chanis door unless it is opened from the inside."
"Remember, no matter what sounds you hear, no matter what happens."
Captain, I'll be scared if you say that... Klein's spirit tensed up, and he felt that the darkness of the underground was better than the light of the elegant gas lamp.
In the early hours of the morning, in the well-ventilated but silent and deep underground, the faint yellow light of the gas lamp was protected by the glass, shining steadily and unwaveringly on the deserted and peaceful passage.
Klein sat in the guard room, casually flipping through the newspapers, magazines, and books stacked in front of him, and paid half his attention to the outside to prevent someone from breaking into the Chanis Gate.
His coat and top hat were hanging on the coat rack at the entrance, and his cane was quietly leaning against the wall, in a convenient place.
The rich aroma of coffee permeated the air, and Klein involuntarily took a sip and squeezed his temples to combat the heaviness of his head and the exhaustion of his body.
Although when he was in college on Earth, he used to go to bed at 5:00 am and get up at 12:00 noon. After working for two or three years, he would stay up all night from time to time and go to work the next day in good spirits. However, this It must be attributed to the fact that games are so fun, novels are so good-looking, and movie variety shows and TV series are so interesting.
And the world clearly doesn't have these late night necessities.
"Emperor Roselle is also the same. If you want to pretend to be strong, you have to pretend to be complete. You want to devote your limited life to infinite careers, and you want to lead the people of other worlds into the information age!" Klein muttered silently. Comfort yourself, at least there are newspapers, magazines and an ever-increasing number of novels.
He originally thought of using focused study to overcome sleepiness, but in practice he found that this contradicted his own responsibilities, because once he entered the state, it was easy to ignore the movement outside and the situation at Chanis Gate.
Phew, Klein picked up the coffee cup and carefully blew on it.
He took a sip, letting the aroma linger in his mouth, letting the liquid slowly flow down his esophagus.
"Filmer coffee from Pass Valley is very bitter, but very refreshing." Klein praised and put down his cup.
The Pass River Valley is located in the southern continent and is a high-quality coffee bean producing area. It is currently in contention between the Republic of Intis and the Kingdom of Loen. Kingdom of Sri Lanka.
In the creepy silence, Klein randomly picked up a magazine and discovered that it was "Lady's Aesthetics", which talked about clothing and matching.
"It must have been taken from Rosanne..." He whispered funny, flipping through it with interest.
Perhaps influenced by the rapid advancement of camera technology in the past ten years, the magazine "Ms. Aesthetics" not only widely used illustrations, but also imitated newspapers, using black and white photos as content.
They quite stylishly invited famous drama and opera actors to show off the charm of clothing and the magic of matching. In just seven years, they developed from a new regional magazine in Backlund to a mainstream journal with channels all over the country.
"This dress is not bad, and it looks good too..." Klein looked through it leisurely, not hiding his yearning for beauty.
He is a man with normal physical and mental development. He has always admired beautiful girls very much, but he has already set a goal to find a way to go home, so he tries to keep a distance from the opposite sex as much as possible, not wanting to delay the other party, and not wanting to leave a debt of affection debt.
As for finding a street girl, he has a little bit of a cleanliness in this regard. JrNovels.com
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After entrusting the task, Klein kept to his schedule of occult studies in the morning and combat practice in the afternoon. The routine of his life made him almost forget that he was a Nighthawk, and the "curse" of frequently encountering extraordinary events seemed to disappear.
Come Saturday, it's his turn to be at Chanis Gate.
"You can enjoy the coffee I left here and the black tea in the office of the civil servants as you like." Dunn scanned the guard room with his dark gray eyes.
Klein, who had made up a reason and explained it to his brother and sister in advance, nodded happily and said, "Okay, Captain, you are truly a generous gentleman."
Dunn smiled and said: "This helps you relax mentally, too tense is not good for your health."
He took his hat and walking stick, and walked slowly to the door.
When he was about to go out, he suddenly turned around and said, "I forgot to remind you, no matter what noise you hear, don't open the Chanis door unless it is opened from the inside."
"Remember, no matter what sounds you hear, no matter what happens."
Captain, I'll be scared if you say that... Klein's spirit tensed up, and he felt that the darkness of the underground was better than the light of the elegant gas lamp.
In the early hours of the morning, in the well-ventilated but silent and deep underground, the faint yellow light of the gas lamp was protected by the glass, shining steadily and unwaveringly on the deserted and peaceful passage.
Klein sat in the guard room, casually flipping through the newspapers, magazines, and books stacked in front of him, and paid half his attention to the outside to prevent someone from breaking into the Chanis Gate.
His coat and top hat were hanging on the coat rack at the entrance, and his cane was quietly leaning against the wall, in a convenient place.
The rich aroma of coffee permeated the air, and Klein involuntarily took a sip and squeezed his temples to combat the heaviness of his head and the exhaustion of his body.
Although when he was in college on Earth, he used to go to bed at 5:00 am and get up at 12:00 noon. After working for two or three years, he would stay up all night from time to time and go to work the next day in good spirits. However, this It must be attributed to the fact that games are so fun, novels are so good-looking, and movie variety shows and TV series are so interesting.
And the world clearly doesn't have these late night necessities.
"Emperor Roselle is also the same. If you want to pretend to be strong, you have to pretend to be complete. You want to devote your limited life to infinite careers, and you want to lead the people of other worlds into the information age!" Klein muttered silently. Comfort yourself, at least there are newspapers, magazines and an ever-increasing number of novels.
He originally thought of using focused study to overcome sleepiness, but in practice he found that this contradicted his own responsibilities, because once he entered the state, it was easy to ignore the movement outside and the situation at Chanis Gate.
Phew, Klein picked up the coffee cup and carefully blew on it.
He took a sip, letting the aroma linger in his mouth, letting the liquid slowly flow down his esophagus.
"Filmer coffee from Pass Valley is very bitter, but very refreshing." Klein praised and put down his cup.
The Pass River Valley is located in the southern continent and is a high-quality coffee bean producing area. It is currently in contention between the Republic of Intis and the Kingdom of Loen. Kingdom of Sri Lanka.
In the creepy silence, Klein randomly picked up a magazine and discovered that it was "Lady's Aesthetics", which talked about clothing and matching.
"It must have been taken from Rosanne..." He whispered funny, flipping through it with interest.
Perhaps influenced by the rapid advancement of camera technology in the past ten years, the magazine "Ms. Aesthetics" not only widely used illustrations, but also imitated newspapers, using black and white photos as content.
They quite stylishly invited famous drama and opera actors to show off the charm of clothing and the magic of matching. In just seven years, they developed from a new regional magazine in Backlund to a mainstream journal with channels all over the country.
"This dress is not bad, and it looks good too..." Klein looked through it leisurely, not hiding his yearning for beauty.
He is a man with normal physical and mental development. He has always admired beautiful girls very much, but he has already set a goal to find a way to go home, so he tries to keep a distance from the opposite sex as much as possible, not wanting to delay the other party, and not wanting to leave a debt of affection debt.
As for finding a street girl, he has a little bit of a cleanliness in this regard. JrNovels.com
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