Klein imagined it for a while, and felt that this would not only tarnish the use value of the gold pound, but also make the delicious food lose its attractive appearance, so he shook his head slowly.

"So..." Emlyn twitched his lips and said, "Although I like exquisite and beautiful dolls and beautiful and pure girls at the same time, if they are combined together, it will inevitably make me feel a little strange, um, every one of mine I think dolls have their own characters and their own stories. If they come back to life suddenly, but they are not what I imagined, I will be very disappointed and worried... Of course, if there is a chance to get the "puppet" potion, let everyone Drenched the puppets a little, I might try..."

Emlyn talked about his contradictory thoughts, acting like a philosopher.

If Miss Justice was here, she should be able to analyze Emlyn's true psychological state from such a reaction and words... Before Klein could respond in time, his figure faded away and disappeared.

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In the house that Fors and Xio rented.

In front of the fireplace, Forsi leaned back against the back of the easy chair with a pale face, pulled up the wool blanket covering her body, and directly entered a deep sleep state with the help of meditation.

Two hours later, she woke up refreshed, but there was still a little fatigue on her face.

The "Magician" lady took a deep and slow breath, stretched out her hand again, and dragged Gehrman Sparrow out of the air in front of her.

��Half of her "recorded" demigod ability is to summon images in the pores of history.

Klein glanced at her, without even nodding his head this time, he "teleported" out of the house and entered an empty room in a hotel.

He was busy with Emlyn, Miss Sharron and the others two hours ago, and this time he was "returning" to Backlund for himself.

Without wasting any time, Klein immediately took out the adventurer harmonica, brought it to his lips, and blew on it.

When Miss Messenger stepped out of the void again, Klein focused on the matter of his desire to hunt the dark demon wolf, and finally asked, "Do you have any suggestions?"

Reinette Tinekerr's four blond-haired and red-eyed heads shook at the same time: "Origin Castle!"

It was essentially the same as Pales Zarathustra's answer... Klein asked puzzledly, "How to use it?"

"I don't know!" Reinette Tinekerr's four heads answered in unison, very consistent.

Klein breathed out silently and thanked him: "I'm sorry for your trouble.

"You can leave now."

The blond-haired, red-eyed heads held by Reinette Tinekerr responded immediately: "Bill..." "Records..." "1351..." "Year..."

"9..." "Month..." "Gehrman..." "Sparrow..."

"Owe..." "I..." "One..." "Gold coin..."

After speaking, his figure was transparent and he returned to the spirit world.

"..." Klein was stunned for two seconds, then slowly took out the wallet from the inside pocket of his clothes, and picked up a paper crane.

"Ask me if you have any questions." He wrote on the surface of the paper crane with the pen he carried with him.

After doing all this, Klein lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

In the gray dream world, he once again saw Will Auceptin lying in a black baby carriage wrapped in silver silk in that pitch-black spire.

They are all over one year old, and they still think they are babies a few months old? Klein pretended not to see the other party sucking his fingers, and quickly described his problem.

The chubby Will Auceptin withdrew his thumb, looked Klein up and down and said, "Isn't the answer to the question obvious?"

"Huh?" Klein was both surprised and puzzled. JrNovels.com