In his heart, he even expected the attacker to come to his door.

The "Hunter" Meursault in Sequence 9 was killed by me, and if I send someone over, it will be at least a Sequence 7, maybe even a Sequence 6, a Sequence 5, or the number of piles. No matter what, as long as I solve them, I will get Recipe, gain Extraordinary characteristics, recover some losses... well, I will tell my bodyguard lady, I was lucky, I got benefits from the "black ears" I bought, and became an Extraordinary. After all, if the battle is fierce, I can't Concealing this, and what I said is almost the truth, I did get a lot of benefits from that "black ear"... Klein thought about the next thing, and almost instinctively wanted to draw the crimson moon on his chest .

May the Goddess bless you, the Extraordinary who came from the "Seer" path! He said a silent prayer.

Thinking of this, he looked around the room, trying to find his bodyguard, worried that the other party would run away quietly after hearing the whole story.

The living room and dining room are warmly lit, illuminating the coffee table, sofa and chairs, but there is no one else.

Just when Klein was getting nervous, he suddenly saw a face appearing on the glass cover of the gas lamp in the living room area. It had pale golden hair, delicate features, and a pale face.

This lady still has some confidence in her own strength... Klein's mind stabilized immediately, and he whispered as if talking to himself: "I am also a Extraordinary."

"I went to the party through Caspers, bought a lucky item, and got certain benefits, of course, it's just a benefit for people like me."

These two words of his are the truth, no matter what method they face, they can stand the test.

But putting these two sentences together would make people think that that benefit made him a Extraordinary.

The face shown on the glass of the gas lamp nodded slightly, then disappeared quickly, and there was no other response.

Klein's appearance seemed unchanged, but he quietly let out a sigh of relief inwardly.

He returned to the sofa area, picked up a newspaper without taking off his coat, and flipped through it casually.

After a while, the tinkling sound echoed again, and someone rang the doorbell again.

who? Klein's spirit tensed instantly, and he put his hands into his pockets, touching the Tarot card and the "Foul Words" spell respectively.

He walked slowly towards the door, and with the help of the clown's ability, he had a premonition of the scene he would see after opening the door:

The crimson moon is still looming, the elegant gas street lamps have not changed, and a sheriff wearing a black and white checkered uniform with three V on his epaulets waits impatiently by the door.

He had a short brown beard under his chin, and he was the sheriff who handled the "Sherlock Moriarty's self-defense case" before.

Jurgen seems to have mentioned his name, Sergeant Farthing? Well, I can go and get back the 10 pounds bail tomorrow and the day after... What is he here for? MI9 sent him to find Ian Wright? Or tell me where to go to temporarily avoid danger? In doubt, Klein held the handle.

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Located in the Intis Embassy in Backlund's West District, the lights are bright, and the smell of various perfumes and liquors spreads to every corner along with the melodious melody.

There is a dance going on here.

During the past few years when Bakerland was an ambassador, he often held balls at the embassy, ??inviting bankers, big factory owners, big philanthropists, and other famous rich men and barristers from the Kingdom of Loen to participate, and randomly gave certain subordinates business opportunities.

In such an atmosphere, he would tell the guests about the prosperity and openness of Trier, and that the Republic of Intis is no longer dominated by nobles. Bankers, factory owners, lawyers and other groups are the masters of the country. They directly and indirectly Sweeping most of the seats, determining the direction of national policy, enjoying real freedom, and having a lofty status.

Today's Bakerland is also doing similar things, holding a wine glass and constantly appearing in front of the guests, as if he wants to prove that he is at the banquet at this time and has not gone out.

I should have already got the manuscript... After I learned from the trembling detective that Ian Wright had appeared at the telegraph office on Bram Street, I was arranging everything, and now it's time to harvest... ...Bakerland, who had a thin face but a great taste, drank the bloody Almir wine and walked towards the balcony, intending to enjoy the cool night breeze.

After learning that Ian had sent a telegram, as a senior "conspirator" and professional intelligence officer, Bakerland keenly thought that the other party was contacting his boss's boss, so he quickly let the Beckland team lurking in the intelligence agency of the Feysac Empire The double-sided spy investigation obtained the meeting time, place and method agreed by Ian and the "team leader".

After that, he pretended that there was no such thing, and continued to send people to look for Ian near Bram Street. He successfully found the other party, which also attracted the blocking of MI9.

According to his arrangement, the on-site intelligence personnel deliberately let Ian go, so that MI9 believed that the two sides were on the same starting line.

After paralyzing the main opponent, he dispatched other, undisclosed intelligence personnel to ambush Ian and the "team leader" of the Feysac Empire, hoping to find the manuscript and bring out Lu's manuscript without MI9 noticing it. En Kingdom. JrNovels.com