160 Berlund Street, in a study with great natural lights.

There are rows of bookshelves and a large collection, and at first glance it looks like entering a private library.

Klein was sitting in a high-backed chair, looking at today's newspaper, and noticed that both the "Tasok Newspaper" and the "Bakerland Daily" had an advertisement in a conspicuous position - the transfer of 10% of the shares of the Bakerland Bicycle Company.

Mr. Stanton is quite neat, and it has only been a few days since he completed the financial investigation and valuation...... Klein just sighed to himself, and inspiration suddenly struck.

He quickly turned on his vision, and saw Miss Messenger Renette Tinicol emerge from the void, still holding the four blonde red-eyed heads in her hands, one of which was biting a letter.

I guess it's Miss Sharon's reply...... Crane thought as he reached out and took it, and said lightly:

"Thank you. ”

As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at the door of the study, because there was a personal valet Richardson on duty outside.

Removing the envelope and spreading out the paper, Crane took a quick glance and confirmed that the owner of the letter was Miss Sharon, and she said that she had no idea of buying a "biotoxin bottle" at the moment, and that after a while, if this magical item was still there, she might consider it.

Is this a lack of financial well-being?Or are they saving money for something more important?Klein thought about it casually, and intuitively thought that it was the latter possibility, because the demigod named Zatwin could not stay in Beckland forever, Sharon and Marich were initially freed from the pursuit of the Rose School, with their extraordinary strength and sequence characteristics, it was relatively easy to make money in a relaxed environment, and besides, they seemed to control the "Bar of the Brave" 's black market arms dealing, acting as a supporter behind Ian, can make a lot of money just by this line.

Thinking about it, Crane looked up and saw Miss Courier's four pairs of eight red eyes staring at him without moving.

He was startled, thinking that the other party was going to urge him to repay his debts, so he cleared his throat and said:

"No need to reply.

"Within this week, the first arrears will be paid. ”

Renette Tinicole's four heads spoke in turn:

"No need to ......", "Anxious ......", "No ......", "Interest ......"

Miss Courier is still very good...... Crane sighed, and Renette Tinicol's figure disappeared into place, returning to the depths of the spirit world.

After burning the letter and resting for two quarters of an hour, he went to the door and instructed Richardson to prepare the carriage.

He planned to go to church once in the afternoon before his philosophy class.

The journey went smoothly, and Klein, who had only taken a few sips of black tea, soon came to the square outside St. Samuel's Church.

After admiring the tranquility of the white dove, he strode past the church door into the prayer hall and sat down at random, while Richardson sat diagonally behind his employer's hat and cane, as he had done last time.

In the prayer of his empty thoughts, Klein was inspired again, and instinctively opened his eyes and looked to the left.

He then saw Leonard Mitchell with black hair and green eyes.

The "Night Watchman" did not wear a trench coat, an untucked white shirt with straight-leg pants and a black waistcoat, and his style was very casual.

Seeing the middle-aged gentleman with frosted sideburns looking over, he nodded with a smile, withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and pretended to pray.

He wasn't worried that the other party would find out that he was looking at him, because he just glanced at him, and there was no superfluous movement, and many believers had similar behaviors just now.

A good-looking gentleman will inevitably receive a certain amount of attention when he enters here, and Leonard Mitchell himself is often watched by others, and he knows this very well.

At this time, in his mind, a slightly old voice sounded:

"That's him. ”

Oh, live up to my efforts to run to church yesterday and today...... Leonard thought a little, but he didn't move on the surface.

Klein was also pretending to pray, pondering the doubts that were rising in his mind:

"When did this guy Leonard become so religious?

"Although he is certainly more religious than me, he is definitely not the kind that goes into church every day, once a week, or even two weeks......

"He came for a purpose? He seemed to be looking at me just now......"

Thinking of this, Klein suddenly realized:

"The old grandfather inside him is the angel of the Zoroasd family, that is, the angel of the 'thief' path......

"Amun the 'Blasphemer' is the king of angels on this path, who can find the gray fog and even want to invade it......

"Therefore, it is very likely that the old man in Leonard's body has sensed the power or traces of gray mist on my body!"

With this judgment, Crane's heart suddenly lifted, as if there were dangerous traps around him.

He kept his prayer movements unchanged, his eyes under his nose did not move, and his whole person was calm and restrained, exactly in line with the atmosphere inside the church.

After some time, he slowly got up, walked to the altar, came to the offering box, and threw a total of 50 pounds of money into it.

Then, as before, he smiled and nodded to the bishop and pastor in charge today, and received a rather friendly response.

Walking all the way out of St. Samuel's Church, Klein took the hat from Richardson and fed the white doves in the square for about ten minutes.

Behind him, prayer-filled believers came out, including Leonard Mitchell.

Crane didn't look at the front entrance, slapped his hands leisurely, took the gold-encrusted cane, and walked to the four-wheeled sedan carriage parked nearby.

Leonard also fed the white doves in the square, watching his target board the wagon and leave, but had no intention of following him.

Since the other party has an ancient aura and has been valued by the sojourner in his body, of course he does not dare to be negligent and dare not take direct action, it will be very dangerous.

He was going to check the perimeter first and gather the necessary information.

When the time comes, see what the old man says...... And now it is not without the direction of investigation, that kind of high-end carriage, in the whole of Beckland, the number is quite limited, whether it is my own family or rented, it is easy to determine the source, and then I can know the identity and origin of that gentleman...... Leonard looked at the white dove and thought leisurely.

He is a "night watchman" with rich experience, and he is the elite "red glove" of the "night watchman"!

At that moment, a white dove flew over with its wings fluttering, and it seemed to have a note in its mouth.

Leonard frowned and stretched out his left palm, watching as the white dove lowered its altitude, dropped the note, and then flapped its wings and flew up again.

Raising his hand to grasp the note, Leonard unfolded it vigilantly and confusedly, and saw that there were only two words on it:

"Zoroaster;

"Parasites. ”

This...... Leonard's pupils contracted, and he felt that the hairs on his body stood up, and his emotions had a tendency to explode in an instant.

That gentleman saw through my secret?

Worthy of a man with an ancient atmosphere!

He may indeed be one of the remaining undead monsters of the Fourth Age!

Is he warning me? Let me not meddle in his affairs, or even come near him?

At this moment, thinking back to the middle-aged gentleman with white sideburns and deep blue eyes, Leonard Mitchell only felt that the other party's every move carried a strong sense of intimidation, making people dare not look directly or approach.

He suddenly lost the idea of investigating the other party, watched the white dove fall at the same time, and lowered his voice:

"Old man, that may be your old friend.

"If you want to investigate anything, wait until your strength is almost restored. ”

"Old friend......" The slightly old voice repeated these two words, as if there was a certain doubt, but he was not sure of anything.

Leonard quickly restrained his emotions and chuckled:

"So you're from the Zoroasd family......"

At this time, less than a hundred meters away, the intersection of Pesfell Street and other streets.

Daun Dantès, with black hair mixed with a little silver thread, leaned back against the wall of the car and slowly closed his eyes, allowing the contours of his well-defined features to hide in the shadows of the car.

Beside his stand-in manservant Richardson, a middle-aged man wearing a dark infrared jacket and an old three-cornered hat appeared illusory, saluted his master, and then disappeared without alarming anyone.

The carriage turned slowly, and in the square, a flock of white doves flew up.

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

Back at home and into the room with a large balcony, Klein, who was silent along the way, sighed silently.

If Leonard, under the old man's inducements, did not accept the warning, he would have to write another note that read: "I know where Amun the 'blasphemer' is."

The implication is that if you try to disturb my affairs again, I will tell Amun the "Blasphemer" that there is an angel of the House of Zoroasd here.

This did not make the old man feel that Dawn Dantès was weak and had to rely on someone else to oppose him, but it was closer to a courtesy that did not warn more than three times and respect for an angel.

If there is no restraint after two warnings, then the solution is not just to notify the "blasphemer" Amun.

Well, there is a high probability that it can deter them, and that old man must have other plans or difficulties in choosing a shallow parasite, and he should not want to be knocked off the table by me...... Hehe, I have to thank the "Magic Mirror" Arodes for this, if I hadn't known in advance that Leonard had a "thief" angel inside him, I would definitely not have found out that I had been targeted, let alone warned them with the right words and methods...... Klein thought calmly, no longer as nervous and flustered as before.

As he relaxed, there was a knock on the door, and Richardson, the valet, said:

"Sir, the butler is looking for you. ”

"Ask him to come in. Crane turned away from the large balcony and returned to the semi-open room.

Walter, wearing white gloves, opened the door and entered:

"Sir, your philosophy teacher, Mr. Hamid, has arrived. ”

Philosophy ...... Klein rubbed the corners of his forehead with a headache.

He had heard Walter say before that Mr. Hamid was a follower of the Lord of the Storm, as was the famous scholar Lurmie, and so did a large part of the philosophers of the Kingdom of Rune.

This surprised him considerably, because in his heart, storming believers was tantamount to grumpy old brother.

It seems that we have to change the impression that we are rigid and not objective enough...... Heh, the prerequisite for becoming a philosopher is that you can't find a wife, or that the family relationship is not harmonious?

"Okay, I'll go over now. ”

PS: I'll take half a day off tomorrow, which is the noon chapter, because it's a bit of a Kawen on how to unfold next, and I have to think about it.