Just as Dunn finished speaking, the carriage stopped, and the apartment where the Klein family lived appeared on the side.

"I see." Klein turned around and got off the carriage, and stopped beside him, "By the way, Mr. Smith, if I think about it, where should I find you?"

Dunn smiled lowly and said, "Go to the 'Hound Dog Tavern' on Beswick Street, find their boss, Wright, and tell you that you need a mercenary team to do the mission."

"Huh?" Klein was confused.

"Our address is also kept confidential. Before you agree, it is impossible to tell you directly. Well, Mr. Klein Moretti, I wish you still have a good dream tonight." Dunn greeted with a smile.

Klein took off his hat and saluted, watching the carriage leave from slow to fast.

He took out his pocket watch and opened it with a click, and saw that it was only early four o'clock in the morning, the street was breezy and the street lights were dim.

Klein took a deep breath, feeling the silence of the night around him.

The noisiest and noisiest neighborhood during the day is so deserted and quiet at midnight, which is completely different from the silent gaze and psychic hallucinations in Welch's residence.

It wasn't until this time that he realized that the back of his linen shirt was covered with sweat at some point, cold and wet.

Phew, finally passed the level of the psychic...

Klein exhaled foul air, turned around slowly, and while enjoying the tranquility of the night and the refreshing cool breeze, he paced closer to the door of the apartment.

He took out the key, inserted it, and twisted it gently, so that the crimson black mixed with creaking sound expanded.

Walking on the unoccupied stairs, breathing the cold air, Klein inexplicably had a wonderful feeling of living a few hours longer than others, so that his steps became brisk.

Click, he maintained a similar mentality, opened the door of his own room, but before he stepped in, he saw a figure sitting quietly in the darkness in front of the desk, with black hair bathed in red, bright brown pupils, and a handsome face, as if It's Melissa Moretti!

"Klein, where have you been?" Melissa asked doubtfully, frowning.

Without waiting for Klein to answer, she added another sentence, as if she wanted to explain the cause, effect, and logical relationship of the matter clearly and plainly: "I just got up to go to the bathroom and found that you were not at home."

Klein has a wealth of experience in deceiving parents. After turning his brain around, he replied with a wry smile in a calm and unhurried manner: "After I woke up once, I couldn't fall asleep. I thought it would be better to exercise than to waste time like this, so I went out for a few laps. You Look, it's covered in sweat."

He took off his coat, turned around halfway, and pointed to his back.

Melissa stood up, glanced nonchalantly, and thought for a few seconds before saying, "Klein, actually, you don't have to, you don't have to put too much pressure on it, you can definitely pass the interview at Tingen University, even if you can't, um, I mean if you do, you can find better ones."

I haven't even thought about the interview... Klein nodded and said, "I understand."

He didn't say that he had got an "offer" because he hadn't considered whether to go or not.

Melissa took a deep look at him, turned around suddenly, trotted into the room, and took out a turtle-shaped object made up of gears, rusted iron, springs, and clockwork.

Quickly twisting the clockwork, Melissa put the item on the desk.

Click, click, click, the "turtle" jumped and walked very rhythmically, making people involuntarily turn their attention to it.

"When you feel troubled, watching it move like this will make you feel much more comfortable. I often do this recently, and it's very effective! Klein, give it a try." Melissa invited with bright eyes.

Klein didn't refuse his sister's kindness. He looked closely at the "turtle", waited until it stopped, and said with a smile: "Simplicity and regularity can indeed bring about relaxation."

Without waiting for Melissa to say more, he pointed at the "turtle" and asked casually, "Did you do it yourself? When did you do it? Why don't I know?"

"I made it with materials I didn't want at school and things I picked up on the road. I just finished it two days ago." Melissa's expression remained the same, the corners of her mouth curled up a little.

"It's amazing." Klein praised sincerely. JrNovels.com