In the face of Oriona's inquiry, Klee opened her small mouth, and immediately shook her head, looking like she wanted to say something.

Her instincts, or delusions, told her that the monster was a bit like her father.

For example, the faint sense of oppression during the confrontation, and the angle and direction when the sword is moved......

But only to the extent that it is very superficial and superficial, at best it can be regarded as a monkey imitating a human.

Klee, as the person who learned the most similar to her father's swordsmanship in this world, is certainly qualified to give such an evaluation.

But there was no way to say it, because the imitation was too crude, too clumsy, and probably just a coincidence, and she was not sure.

Anya noticed the change in the expression on her face, and took the initiative to say very understandingly:

"Do you have any ideas, but aren't you sure?"

"Well, we'll have to see again."

Klee nodded.

Oriona didn't ask too much questions, stood up, returned the little milk cat to Klee, and then stretched hard, showed her proud curves generously, and said:

"Well, there's no need for too much discussion before it reappears......"

"Mr. Otto, you and I will go out on patrol today, right? Little Klee stays behind and takes care of the Crucible. ”

The housekeeper hurriedly stood up and said respectfully:

"It's my pleasure."

Klee was a little strange about this arrangement, patrolling should have been her duty.

She quickly stood up and tried to say something.

But Orianna rubbed her little head first, and smiled softly:

"Your father came so far away, stay with him."

Only then did Klee react and nodded vigorously.

"Thank you, Miss Orianna."

"However, don't just play around, the safety of the Crucible is also very important."

Orianna reminded again.

Klee replied confidently:

"Mmmm, don't worry, with Dad, this is the safest city in the world!"

"My dad is amazing, he's the best dad in the world!"

Oriana couldn't help but show a crying and laughing expression, she had heard some rumors about this 'Star Sword Queen' before, although powerful, but a little immature, and still trying to find a way to regenerate the severed limbs.

But is that Mr. Rohr really that powerful?

A flash of doubt flashed through Oriona's mind, a little unsure of where Klee's confidence came from.

She shook hands with Rohr and didn't notice anything wrong, just a trained ordinary swordsman who had no contact with supernatural strength and no fluctuations in his body.

"By the way, I've always been curious, why did you do these things from your father?"

Orianna asked another question that had always been strange.

Klee replied with a serious face:

"Because I'm going to find a way for my dad to regenerate the severed limb, but the process must be full of danger and trouble, and he wouldn't let me out again if he knew."

Oriana nodded her head.

"It's a real problem......

As a knowledgeable Sage, she knew the troubles better than Klee.

"Come on."

With that, Oriana left with the butler.

After she got into the steam car, she suddenly asked:

"How much do you know about Mr. Rohr?"

The housekeeper couldn't help but stiffen slightly, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Mr. Rohr's hidden strength must have his deep meaning, and he should not reveal it......

But it's not good to perfunctory a saint......

The butler suddenly felt torn between two sides.

But Oriana didn't really embarrass him, and seeing his reaction, she nodded and said:

"Well, your reaction has already been counted as an answer, this Mr. Rohr is really not an ordinary martial artist, right?"

I didn't say anything, it's all your own guess.

The butler muttered to himself.

On the Rohr side, this will have slowly slipped into a commercial street.

Looking at the dazzling array of goods in the window, he once again felt the embarrassment of being shy in his pocket.

I can't even afford a train ticket back to the village with the money on my body, so can I really ride a little donkey back when the time comes?

He has no friends outside, and it is impossible for him to be cheeky enough to ask his daughter for money......

So when he passed by a telegraph office, he gritted his teeth and walked in.

He was going to be cheeky enough to send a telegram to the doctor, asking him to help him get the bounty in Duoduo Town, and then send it to himself.

That money was originally what he deserved, and there was no psychological burden to get it back, but he was embarrassed to trouble the doctor to run away.

He can trust the doctor for help in this matter, after all, he is a person who can even give away quasi-holy relics, and it is impossible to embezzle his little money.

Rohr picked up the pen and paper next to him and wrote:

"Money is very tight, and I hope to receive the bounty on my behalf."

Telegrams are based on the number of words, so if you can save money, you can save money, and try to be as concise as possible.

But after writing it, Rohr thought about it, deleted a few more words, and changed it to:

"Very tight, help"

He thought the doctor should be able to understand.

After photographing this telegram, he thought about it and sent another telegram to the village:

“？”

It's concise to the extreme.

After taking the telegram, he bought a newspaper on the way, and walked back slowly while reading it.

As soon as his figure appeared on the white oak street, a maid who had been watching the wind hurriedly ran upstairs and informed Klee, who was playing with the little milk cat.

So when Rohr came back, he saw his daughter sitting on the sofa, holding a big black book in her arms, reading it seriously, full of literary girlish temperament.

"Daddy~"

Seeing Rohr go upstairs, Klee closed the book and threw herself into Rohr's arms.

Rohr picked up his daughter and rubbed her little face to make her giggle before asking:

"Where's Teacher Oriana?"

"She needs to make a trip to the Governor's Palace."

Anya next to her helped explain.

Without asking, Rohr sat down on the sofa, put his daughter on his lap, and continued to ask:

"How's your social practice going? Are there any dangers? I've been worried about this for a long time, so I came to check it out. ”

Klee and Anya glanced at each other, exchanged opinions quickly with their eyes, and then said in unison:

"No, no, we've been safe."

Luo Er nodded in satisfaction and muttered in a low voice:

"That's good, that's good...... That...... Didn't get bullied by other people, right? ”

Klee almost couldn't help but say that she was bullied by the rice cake man, but she managed to hold back and replied:

"No, no, everybody is very nice to me."

"Uh-huh, that's good...... In short, if you encounter any grievances, remember to tell me. ”

Rohr said with a serious face.