Chapter: 859
"Ah Choo!"
Suddenly, Klein covered his mouth and nose with his hand and sneezed.
Only at this time did he realize that he had a headache and was not energetic enough, as if he had caught a cold.
As a Sequence 7 Extraordinary, I actually fell ill... Klein pulled out a piece of paper and snorted.
He thought about it carefully, and soon understood the reason:
The negative effect of the biotoxin bottle is that the holder gradually becomes weak and sick!
If you carry it a little longer, you may even die of illness.
And this cannot be eliminated by spiritual shackles!
Last night, after the great battle, Klein's spirituality was almost dry and his body was quite weak from poisoning. He hid in the "Leverage Church" for half an hour with a biotoxin bottle...
Add to that the time it took to return to Minsk Street, and he became ignominiously ill.
"Fortunately, it's not serious...it doesn't affect anything..." Klein sneezed again, packed up and took a hot bath.
After washing up, he specially fried an egg to treat himself, and it was so fragrant.
"A Witch King's "Book of Secrets", a mystical item biological toxin bottle that is no worse than the sun brooch, and a copy of the Extraordinary characteristics left over from the Sequence 7 'Werewolf', this time I made a lot of money... just nothing It's a pity to get the Extraordinary characteristics of the 'living corpse'..." Klein sat at the dining table, counting the gains while eating.
Another thing that made him feel distressed was that a total of 11 extraordinary bullets were used, each equivalent to nearly 10 pounds!
That is to say, it looks like I burned 100 pounds... It is worthy of the name to throw money at people... No wonder most of the middle and low-sequence Beyonders are so eager for money... Klein glanced down at his breakfast.
They add up to just a few pennies!
After breakfast, Klein read the newspaper leisurely, sneezing from time to time, and wiped his mouth and nose with the paper.
No sooner had the church bells died down at eight o'clock than someone rang his doorbell.
As expected, Klein saw the reporter of the Daily Observer, Mike Joseph.
The reporter with beautiful blue eyes, two mustaches and rather rough skin took off his hat and said straight to the point: "Detective Moriarty, are you free to take my commission?"
Although I have a bit of a cold, it is less suspicious to accept commissions normally during this period... Klein, who just got a ticket, smiled and said: "I am slightly sick, but this does not affect my fighting and shooting."
Mike suddenly smiled and said, "Thank you for your help."
"Let's go now."
"Um, Detective Moriarty, have you had breakfast yet? Let me invite you. As an employer, I am supposed to be responsible for your food today."
Treat me to breakfast? Klein was taken aback for a moment and said, "I just finished eating."
"But I suggest you go to the East End and have breakfast, so you can see a lot of things, and then just give me a cup of coffee."
"...No problem." Mike pointed outside, "The carriage I hired is waiting."
Klein looked him up and down and said, "Sir, you'd better dress a little worse, otherwise my work will be very busy."
Mike looked down at his woolen overcoat, and said with some insight: "Is this too eye-catching?"
"It's like this in the East District." Klein pointed to the inside and said, "I have some specially prepared clothes, well, we are about the same size." JrNovels.com
Suddenly, Klein covered his mouth and nose with his hand and sneezed.
Only at this time did he realize that he had a headache and was not energetic enough, as if he had caught a cold.
As a Sequence 7 Extraordinary, I actually fell ill... Klein pulled out a piece of paper and snorted.
He thought about it carefully, and soon understood the reason:
The negative effect of the biotoxin bottle is that the holder gradually becomes weak and sick!
If you carry it a little longer, you may even die of illness.
And this cannot be eliminated by spiritual shackles!
Last night, after the great battle, Klein's spirituality was almost dry and his body was quite weak from poisoning. He hid in the "Leverage Church" for half an hour with a biotoxin bottle...
Add to that the time it took to return to Minsk Street, and he became ignominiously ill.
"Fortunately, it's not serious...it doesn't affect anything..." Klein sneezed again, packed up and took a hot bath.
After washing up, he specially fried an egg to treat himself, and it was so fragrant.
"A Witch King's "Book of Secrets", a mystical item biological toxin bottle that is no worse than the sun brooch, and a copy of the Extraordinary characteristics left over from the Sequence 7 'Werewolf', this time I made a lot of money... just nothing It's a pity to get the Extraordinary characteristics of the 'living corpse'..." Klein sat at the dining table, counting the gains while eating.
Another thing that made him feel distressed was that a total of 11 extraordinary bullets were used, each equivalent to nearly 10 pounds!
That is to say, it looks like I burned 100 pounds... It is worthy of the name to throw money at people... No wonder most of the middle and low-sequence Beyonders are so eager for money... Klein glanced down at his breakfast.
They add up to just a few pennies!
After breakfast, Klein read the newspaper leisurely, sneezing from time to time, and wiped his mouth and nose with the paper.
No sooner had the church bells died down at eight o'clock than someone rang his doorbell.
As expected, Klein saw the reporter of the Daily Observer, Mike Joseph.
The reporter with beautiful blue eyes, two mustaches and rather rough skin took off his hat and said straight to the point: "Detective Moriarty, are you free to take my commission?"
Although I have a bit of a cold, it is less suspicious to accept commissions normally during this period... Klein, who just got a ticket, smiled and said: "I am slightly sick, but this does not affect my fighting and shooting."
Mike suddenly smiled and said, "Thank you for your help."
"Let's go now."
"Um, Detective Moriarty, have you had breakfast yet? Let me invite you. As an employer, I am supposed to be responsible for your food today."
Treat me to breakfast? Klein was taken aback for a moment and said, "I just finished eating."
"But I suggest you go to the East End and have breakfast, so you can see a lot of things, and then just give me a cup of coffee."
"...No problem." Mike pointed outside, "The carriage I hired is waiting."
Klein looked him up and down and said, "Sir, you'd better dress a little worse, otherwise my work will be very busy."
Mike looked down at his woolen overcoat, and said with some insight: "Is this too eye-catching?"
"It's like this in the East District." Klein pointed to the inside and said, "I have some specially prepared clothes, well, we are about the same size." JrNovels.com
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