Chapter: 691
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Klein washed his face and continued the interview as if nothing had happened. Even in the face of Lanrus who had changed so much for some reason, he still asked questions step by step and recorded the answers.
After doing all this well, he bid farewell to leave the dockworkers association, and walked out of the slightly dim house with poor lighting.
Outside, the clouds were stacked and the mist filled the air, as if it had entered the evening early.
The aura of the "True Creator" can only come from himself, his descendants, and things that extend from this basis, such as the items he bestows, such as his divinity... This is very in line with Lanerus's view of The words that Hood Eugen said, coupled with that inexplicable sense of familiarity, I can confirm that it is him without going to the gray mist for divination... If I hadn't dealt with the "True Creator" several times , and was often exposed to his spiritual pollution, it was impossible to recognize that the breath that did not contain power and personality belonged to Him... Klein was very solemn, but his appearance was very relaxed.
Standing on the street, he deliberately sorted out the interview notes.
During this process, he caught sight of Youdao, a slightly familiar figure among the homeless people opposite.
Ms Hugh? Klein made an instant guess based on what happened.
He didn't stop, put away the note, and walked towards the stop of the tram.
At this moment, a carriage suddenly stopped in front of him.
"We meet again." Sitting in the carriage was a thin but elegant middle-aged gentleman. His gray temples were very handsome. He was the great detective who could assist the police in investigating the case, Isengard Stanton.
And Klein's appearance at this time is not much different from usual, except that he is a little taller and has changed his clothes.
"What a coincidence, I was thinking about the interview with you last time." Klein replied deliberately.
Essinger suddenly understood, and changed the topic with a smile: "I came here to investigate the case. The death of Xibel was eliminated, and I was mainly responsible for it. The place of her death is very close to the East Balam Dockyard. close."
"Is it really a copycat crime?" Klein pretended to know it himself.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, he got on the tram, and instead of going home, he took a bus to the Cragg Club in Hillston.
In the lounge of the club, he quickly went above the gray fog to confirm that no one was following him.
It wasn't until this step that Klein completely relaxed, feeling the fear behind him.
The breath of the "True Creator" was like a nightmare, lingering in his mind, making the clothes next to his back dry and wet, wet and dry.
To be sure, Klein presented a piece of yellow-brown parchment and a dark red round-bellied pen in front of him, and wrote down the divination statement he had considered long ago: "The inexplicable familiarity before source of emotion."
Putting down the pen, leaning back against the back of the chair, he fell into a dream while meditating.
In that gray and illusory world, he saw a figure.
This figure has ordinary features, wears round-rimmed glasses, and always has a look down and a mocking smile. It is Lan Erwusi!
Finally found you! Klein no longer used the "clown" ability to control his expression, and gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.
Immediately, he sat up straight, ready to answer Miss Justice's prayer.
Klein controlled his emotions, and said in a low and indifferent voice: "No need to confirm."
"That's Lanwusi."
"You can inform the Church of the Evernight Goddess and tell them that Lanerus has the divinity of the 'Fallen Creator'."
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Audrey, who was watching her father training the hounds with Susie, was taken aback on the spot when she heard Mr. Fool's response. JrNovels.com
Klein washed his face and continued the interview as if nothing had happened. Even in the face of Lanrus who had changed so much for some reason, he still asked questions step by step and recorded the answers.
After doing all this well, he bid farewell to leave the dockworkers association, and walked out of the slightly dim house with poor lighting.
Outside, the clouds were stacked and the mist filled the air, as if it had entered the evening early.
The aura of the "True Creator" can only come from himself, his descendants, and things that extend from this basis, such as the items he bestows, such as his divinity... This is very in line with Lanerus's view of The words that Hood Eugen said, coupled with that inexplicable sense of familiarity, I can confirm that it is him without going to the gray mist for divination... If I hadn't dealt with the "True Creator" several times , and was often exposed to his spiritual pollution, it was impossible to recognize that the breath that did not contain power and personality belonged to Him... Klein was very solemn, but his appearance was very relaxed.
Standing on the street, he deliberately sorted out the interview notes.
During this process, he caught sight of Youdao, a slightly familiar figure among the homeless people opposite.
Ms Hugh? Klein made an instant guess based on what happened.
He didn't stop, put away the note, and walked towards the stop of the tram.
At this moment, a carriage suddenly stopped in front of him.
"We meet again." Sitting in the carriage was a thin but elegant middle-aged gentleman. His gray temples were very handsome. He was the great detective who could assist the police in investigating the case, Isengard Stanton.
And Klein's appearance at this time is not much different from usual, except that he is a little taller and has changed his clothes.
"What a coincidence, I was thinking about the interview with you last time." Klein replied deliberately.
Essinger suddenly understood, and changed the topic with a smile: "I came here to investigate the case. The death of Xibel was eliminated, and I was mainly responsible for it. The place of her death is very close to the East Balam Dockyard. close."
"Is it really a copycat crime?" Klein pretended to know it himself.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, he got on the tram, and instead of going home, he took a bus to the Cragg Club in Hillston.
In the lounge of the club, he quickly went above the gray fog to confirm that no one was following him.
It wasn't until this step that Klein completely relaxed, feeling the fear behind him.
The breath of the "True Creator" was like a nightmare, lingering in his mind, making the clothes next to his back dry and wet, wet and dry.
To be sure, Klein presented a piece of yellow-brown parchment and a dark red round-bellied pen in front of him, and wrote down the divination statement he had considered long ago: "The inexplicable familiarity before source of emotion."
Putting down the pen, leaning back against the back of the chair, he fell into a dream while meditating.
In that gray and illusory world, he saw a figure.
This figure has ordinary features, wears round-rimmed glasses, and always has a look down and a mocking smile. It is Lan Erwusi!
Finally found you! Klein no longer used the "clown" ability to control his expression, and gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.
Immediately, he sat up straight, ready to answer Miss Justice's prayer.
Klein controlled his emotions, and said in a low and indifferent voice: "No need to confirm."
"That's Lanwusi."
"You can inform the Church of the Evernight Goddess and tell them that Lanerus has the divinity of the 'Fallen Creator'."
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Audrey, who was watching her father training the hounds with Susie, was taken aback on the spot when she heard Mr. Fool's response. JrNovels.com
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