Joewood District, inside a house.

As soon as Hugh opened the door and came in, he smelled the aroma of fried food, couldn't help but sniffle, looked at the kitchen and said:

"Forth?"

"Could there be anyone else?" asked Furth, poking his head out of the kitchen and smiling.

Hugh put down the newspaper he was holding, and replied, half surprised, half muttered:

"Do you remember how long it has been since you've been in the kitchen? ”

Furth returned to the kitchen, only the voice wafted out:

"I chose the outside food because they were better, and right now, there are no good fried chicken in the surrounding streets.

"I suddenly want to eat this, and I like it the most out of the food I've passed down from Intis!"

Hugh walked to the kitchen, leaned back to the door frame, watched Furth busily prepare dinner, and considered the following:

"I took a commission for £100 a day for three to five days, but needed another helper.

"Wasn't you short of money before, do you want to join us?"

My financial situation has actually improved...... However, the 50 pounds a day task is not bad, you can save as much as you can, and there will be a lot of money to spend in the future...... As he stared at the iron pot filled with oil, Furth asked:

"What kind of commission?"

She had automatically figured out in her mind what she would get.

Hugh straightened the blonde hair that was a little rough and said:

"Secretly protect a rich man named Dawn Dantès. ”

"What has happened to him, is it dangerous?" asked Furth cautiously.

Hugh recalled:

"It was like a business dispute and a competitor threatened him.

"It's not a dangerous thing to do, you know, Beckland's awesome extraordinaires don't take similar risks, it's easy to expose yourself and be targeted by the 'night watchers' and 'substitutes'. ”

"Maybe there's a madman over there? At the same time as Furth retorted, he naturally thought of the "world" Gelman Sparrow, this gentleman is the madman who dares to do great things in Beckland!

She paused, scooped up the fried chicken nuggets and said:

"Since you've taken over the task, and I haven't had anything to do lately, let's go together.

"Fortunately, this is a secret protection, so that no one will find out that I am working as a bodyguard, otherwise I would not be able to participate in those literary salons in high society, hehe, in fact, I can tell them that I am experiencing life, I am collecting materials, and I will write the story of female bodyguards and male employers in the next book!"

Hugh had long since become accustomed to Forth's habit of divergent thinking, and sniffled again:

"After dinner, let's go over. ”

............

At 160 Berlund Street, Klein arranges the ceremony in the master bedroom bathroom and enters the gray fog.

He planned to take care of some chores before the bodyguards hired by Walter the butler came, so that he would not be inconvenient to do it for the next few days.

And the most important of these chores is to confirm the situation of "creeping hunger".

After taking his seat in the place belonging to the "Fool", Crane let the human leather glove fly from the clutter pile.

After some divination checks, he found that "Wriggling Hunger" was quite stubborn this time, and the negative effects did not change in any way.

"Is this infected by Mr. A, and will never give up the praise of the 'true creator'?" the corners of Klein's mouth twitched, and he seriously thought about how to solve the problem.

No, how can it be called intimidation, it should be said to be friendly communication on the premise of maintaining the initiative...... Klein's fingers tapped the edge of the mottled table, and he muttered to himself silently:

"Anyway, I'll have to write to Mr. Azik later, and I can mention the 'Wriggling Hunger' seal being invalidated.

"You can also bring some mushrooms with you, no, no, it will make 'Wriggling Hunger' stop glorifying the 'True Creator', but it will also make it unusable, eh...... Find Frank and ask for a few more original mutant mushrooms to see if they can have a different effect......"

With his thoughts in mind, Crane threw the Azk Bronze Whistle and the Adventurer's Harmonica into the "Gate of Sacrifice and Gifting", and returned to the real world himself, putting away his belongings and disposing of the traces.

Leaving the bathroom, Klein walked over to his desk, took out his letter and pen, and wrote thoughtfully:

"Dear Mr. Azik...... I haven't written to you for too long, I don't know how you've been doing......

“...... Due to some changes, the seal you made on the 'Wriggling Hunger' has expired, can you give me a solution, I want to deal with it again......

“...... Have you ever heard of the Spirit Marauder creature, what level is it at, what characteristics does it have, and what areas are it often active in?

“...... I may have to go to the Southern Continent once in the near future, and if I get any new information about the Grim Reaper, I'll write to you in a timely manner......"

Putting down the pen and reading it twice, Crane folded the letter, picked up the brass whistle, brought it to his lips, and blew it.

Silently, white bones emerged from the floor, and they surged into the air like a fountain, forming a huge skeleton nearly four meters high.

The skeleton looked down at Dwayne Dantès for a second, then bent down, lowered his right arm, and spread his palm.

The messenger is getting more and more polite...... Klein nodded in satisfaction and handed the letter he had just written.

The Bone Courier didn't stop, it disintegrated in an instant, falling to the ground like a waterfall, and quickly vanished.

Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew his gaze, and continued to write to Frank:

“...... The kind of dried mushrooms you gave last time were good, are there any?

“...... Do you think it is possible to implement the ideas I mentioned earlier? If you encounter any difficulties in the process of research, you can write to me and let me know......

After folding the letter, Crane picked up the adventurer's harmonica and blew it lightly as well.

He immediately saw Miss Messenger Renette Tinicol beside her, still headless, dressed in a long, intricate and gloomy dress, carrying four blonde red-eyed and flamboyant heads.

"Can you locate Frank Lee?" Klein asked with greater confidence, after all, Miss Courier was a demigod-level spirit creature unlike ordinary Couriers.

- Under normal circumstances, couriers can only locate contractors and those who have used the summoning ritual, and the latter is limited by distance, and the courier will not be able to find them if they are too far away from the ritual location.

The four heads in Renette Tinicol's hands turned at the same time, looked at Klein and said:

"Is it ......", "That ......", "What ......", "I want to ......", "Plant ......", "...... in the soil", "......", "People?"

...... What exactly did Frank do to make Miss Courier so impressed...... When I wrote back before, she also said that she hoped he didn't die...... Klein nodded solemnly:

"Yes. ”

Renette Tinicol's four heads spoke in turn:

"Can ......", "Locate ......", "I have ......", "Tag him......"

Crane's mouth was half open as he listened, and he almost forgot his purpose.

Poor Frank, no, mighty Frank, even had Miss Courier mark him in particular...... May the Goddess bless him...... Crane exhaled slowly, and handed the letter in his hand to Renette Tinnicol:

"Leave it to Frank.

"He'll pay you the gold. ”

Renette Tinicol opened her mouth with a head in her hand, bit down on the letter, and went straight into the spirit realm, where she could no longer be observed.

After taking care of the chores, Crane left the brass whistle and harmonica on his body, and went down to the second floor to enjoy dinner.

Halfway through the meal, Walter, the butler, came in from the outside, leaned in and whispered to Dawn Dantès:

"The bodyguards have arrived, it's Miss Hugh and her friends from before, and I'll arrange for them to provide protection in secret. ”

Miss Hugh and her friends? Wouldn't it be Miss "The Magician"...... Crane didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only bow his head slightly, indicating that he already knew.

His spirit didn't actually sense that someone had "invaded" the house, but this was normal, and it wasn't the middle of the night when everyone was sleeping peacefully - even the slightest disturbance was obvious at that time, and it was difficult to detect unless Crane had left a mark of detection with his spirit in key places, or if the person who entered the house had a lot of malice towards him.

............

In another bedroom on the third floor, Hugh and Foirth each occupy one side of the curtain, looking through the glass and looking out at the garden below.

"This is my dream place to live, and when I have enough money, I will buy a house like this in a beautiful place, no, I still choose Beckland, where there is more food and convenience. Furth said heartily.

After finishing speaking, she sighed in her heart again:

It's a pity that I have a full moon curse and can only continue to improve myself, otherwise, I would have left a house instead of cash last time......

Hugh followed his friend's gaze, looked outside, and whispered:

"That's where I lived when I was a kid......"

Forthth glanced at Hugh, and because he didn't know what to say, he diverted the subject:

"How can we provide protection?"

Hugh retracted his gaze and said:

"When Mr. Dawn Dantès was not out of the house and had no visitors, he hid in his room, keeping an eye on his surroundings in case anyone sneaked in......

"When a guest visits, we go next door, keep an eye on the movement, and 'open the door' at any time to save people......

"If Mr. Dawn Dantès goes out, Mr. Butler will tell us in advance, and I will hide under the carriage for protection, and you will find another carriage to follow......"

"Hugh, you're getting more and more professional!" said Forth, earnestly complimenting, and then chuckled, "I have just seen the portrait of Mr. Dawn Dantès, and if it weren't for your statement that the danger was due to competition in business, I would have suspected that the problem was an emotional dispute......"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly saw a horse-drawn carriage stop outside the door of the house, and several policemen in black and white checkered uniforms walked down one after another.

She looked at her friend and saw that Hugh was just as confused.

............

In the small living room on the second floor, Klein met with four police officers.

"Mr. Daun Dantès, do you know Mr. Caron?"

In retrospect, Caron Klein remembered that he had sold his shares in the Coim Company to his husband.

"Yes, what's wrong with him?" Klein asked calmly.

The first police officer responded politely:

"He committed suicide. ”

In addition, he left a suicide note, accusing you of forcing him to sell his shares and torturing him in various shady ways, causing him to be extremely depressed.

And his family provided proof of the contents of his suicide note. ”

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