"Come, try it, bean and turnip soup, this is your bread." Mrs. Doris pointed at the suspicious food with a smile on her face.
Klein glanced at Jurgen, and saw that his expression was more serious than before, and his heart skipped a beat.
Sitting up forcibly, Klein broke off a piece of white bread, dipped some of the yellow-green thick soup, and stuffed it into his mouth with the spirit of an adventurer.
"..." He was surprised to find that the taste was quite good. There was an appetite-stimulating sweetness in the light salty taste, which just brought out the softness and richness of the bread, and the layers were obvious.
"My grandma used to be an excellent cook." Jurgen said casually as he tasted the breakfast in a soothing manner.
...Then why do you have to keep a straight face... Seeing that you have no appetite for food... Klein slandered a few words, and threw himself into the relaxation and pleasure brought by delicious food.
After leaving Jurgen's house, he first transferred to Saatchi Street in St. George's District, and reached a formal agreement with Reppard, paying the first sum of 50 pounds, and the second A sum of 30 pounds will be given after two weeks, depending on the progress of the other party.
At this point, Klein only had 21 pounds and 8 soli left.
Then he returned to Jorwood District, and went to the public library here to look through the past year's "Tasok Newspaper", looking for news about Intis' ambassador to the Kingdom of Loen.
Near noon, he finally saw the black and white photo of the other party, and confirmed that it was the one he saw in his dream divination.
"Bakerland Jean Madan." Silently reciting the name of the ambassador of the Republic of Intis, Klein walked out of the library and found a small restaurant for lunch.
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At 2:50 p.m., Klein pretended to take a rest, closed the curtains, walked four steps backwards, and entered above the gray mist.
He preemptively predicted whether the special military department's monitoring of himself was relaxed, and got an affirmative answer, and then wrote down a divination statement that he had thought up in the morning:
"The intruder from last night."
Leaning back on the chair, reciting the sentence silently, Klein lowered his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
In the illusory, fragmented, and gray world, his bedroom emerged.
At this moment, Klein saw a black shadow wriggling in the gap at the bottom of the door!
A slender, iron-black nematode drilled in. The central position was arched high and flattened, moving towards the desk in a continuous cycle.
Its movements are very stiff, and it seems to be dismantled into slow motion frame by frame, which has a weird taste.
The iron-black nematode squirmed to the desk and climbed to the top, leaving a path of steaming slime along the way.
It stopped in front of the paper on which Ian Wright's information was written, its head suddenly raised, and the central part stood upright, leaving only the tail end to support the body.
At this moment, it looks like a human being!
After inspecting it for a while, the iron-black nematode pushed the paper to turn, then returned to the original path, and disappeared.
It turned out to be like this... In other words, it wasn't that the infiltrator didn't want to take revenge on me last night, it's just that he didn't have the ability... Unless the iron-black nematodes are highly poisonous... Klein suddenly nodded, and then confirmed that by divination. The Extraordinary manipulating the iron black nematode was assigned by Intis ambassador Bakerland Jean Madan.
After finishing all this, he completely covered the paper bag in the corner with gray fog, and then sent a message to Derrick the "Sun".
When the hands of the pocket watch were in place, Klein pulled "Justice", "The Hanged Man" and "Sun" into it at the same time.
This week's "Tarot Club" is coming as scheduled!
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The familiar gray fog and hazy figures came into view, and Audrey, who was successfully promoted to Sequence 8, half stood up, raised her skirt, and greeted happily: JrNovels.com