Jost had barely descended the stairs when he saw the dog's paw break up a stand-in, the same one they had met last night.

"I remember that I was broken by those toys last time." Jost thought.

"Well done!" Jost groped the dog's head.

"It's not good to always call you a stupid dog, so why don't I give you a name!"

"Huh."

"When I think about it, it's the most troublesome thing to come up with."

[Residual spirit field detected, match the stand-in "Dance of the Candy Fairy".] 】

"That guy sneakily wants to enter our house, he should be looking for something."

Jost was wary that he had probably come for the attic.

Although one was killed by the husky this time, but one died before, Jost felt that this stand-in was a lot of people.

Carrying a bag on his chest, Jost was just about to make something to eat.

He saw a beautiful letter, and in it he felt the breath of the previous stand-in 'Candy Fairy'.

After reading the letter, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Feelings are just about robbing some candy. This should have been written by a small child. ”

Looking at the handwriting and the envelope, Jost thought it was probably a spoiled child.

Then he threw the letter aside.

Concentrate on spinning the ball.

On the other side, Klaus arrives at the bar and gets to work.

Started his performance.

Charge skills one by one daily.

After the show, he began to inquire about some recent news.

"Hello, brother, is there anything interesting lately?"

The man who was drinking next to him and looked like he had messy hair ignored him.

Scratching his head and scratching his cheeks, he was writing something, and after writing it, he crossed it out and was very dissatisfied, and then took another sip of wine.

Klaus glanced at him, yo, he was still a poet, and he met his peers. Looking at the poems he wrote, he didn't think it was interesting, so he prepared to leave and continue to inquire about the news.

"Hey."

"I can write a letter of recommendation for you to attend tonight's literary salon."

The city's underground literary salons are thriving, with well-known writers, artists, or thoughtful young people participating. Definitely the best place to find out the news.

Klaus was worried that there was no way to py.

Klaus asked, "Thank you very much, I've always wanted to attend a salon, can I help you in any way?" ”

"How about helping me pass on a poem to Madame Butterfly?" The sloppy poet's face flushed a little.

"Yes."

"That's... Then you wait. ”

Saying this, the poet continued to struggle.

"No, that's not good."

He then continued to revise his poems.

I haven't written it yet.

Klaus took a closer look at his poem and then made a few comments.

And then despised it.

I had no choice but to wait.

The owner of the shop brought a bottle of wine.

"I said, man, your show is fantastic. I'm in for a treat. ”

Klaus chatted with his boss for a while, asking about some recent 'interesting things'.

"Tomorrow. I don't think it's perfect. Tomorrow! ”

"The burning emotions in my heart are beyond words."

Klaus had no choice but to make an appointment with the sloppy poet and prepare to leave.

As he left, he heard the poet say, "I love your soft hands, no, no, no, I love your gentle hands." As he spoke, he seemed to hold a pair of delicate hands and kiss them.

Huh.

Klaus's pimples were up.

"Another poet cursed by love."

Still thinking about it while walking on the road.

"I think my opinion is very good, this poet is talented, but he is too conceited."

"At the salon, I have to share my poems."

As I walked, I remembered happy things and laughed.

It seems that one path after another has been deliberately detoured.

Klaus spoke, "It's time to come out." ”

"Is there anything with me?"

After a moment of silence, a spinning ball in Klaus's hand flew out quickly.

It's only the size of a walnut, but it's not a small power.

The man in the corner quickly jumped away, but still fell.

The man seemed to come out helplessly: "I have no ill intentions. ”

He straightened out his decent clothes and put his hat back on.

"Meet me, my name is Andrei Andreevich Andreyev."

"I'm a detective."

Klaus had heard about the detective at the tavern, an emotional expert and a good hand at catching rapists.

He was a little puzzled as to why the famous detective had come to him, and why he had not had an affair with a noblewoman.

Looking at Klaus's eyes, Andre coughed, "I just wanted to see who that talented person Grandpa Dalio said was." ”

Klaus slowly showed a retracted smile, which was difficult to detect.

"I didn't expect it to be you, Mr. Klaus, one of the most famous young pianists in Europe."

Klaus couldn't hide his smile: "Yes." Hahahaha, not so famous. It's all vanity and vanity. ”

Klaus looked at it, and it seemed that he did look a little familiar, but he still said, "Are you?" Sergeant Andrea? ”

"Yes, I'm his..."

"Brother!"

“... Son. ”

Andrey: "......"

Suddenly the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Although Andrei knows that he is old, he is not his father's younger brother.

Klaus was the first to break the embarrassment, as if nothing had happened: "Is there anything Sergeant Andre can ask me for help with?" ”

When Leo's grandfather got into the car a few days ago, he met Sergeant Andre and was a reliable person. Grandpa Dalio asked him that if there was anything he couldn't handle, he could ask Sergeant Andre for help.

"It's nothing, he's busy investigating the giants right now."

"Giants?"

"yes, a squad of soldiers was attacked last night."

"It is said that it is a giant who can control the attack of the wolf pack."

"The giant's legs are thicker than my whole person, 5 meters tall, and rows of trees at the scene have been knocked down."

"My father said it wasn't human destruction, and it was gone all of a sudden, and now he's annoyed."

Then Andrei whispered in his ear: "There should be an organization of stand-in messengers, the giant-type stand-in is very destructive, my father told you to be careful." ”

Klaus: "......"

Why does it sound so familiar to me?

The five-meter-tall giant wouldn't be me, would he?

What thighs are as thick as an adult male's body.

What do these people think...

But that's fine, no one doubts themselves.

His figure is also relatively common, not so exaggerated.

So he said solemnly: "Got it." ”

"So...... Why are you following me??? ”

Andrei's cubic power: I can't explain it clearly...

“...... Professional habits. ”

"It's just a matter of professional habits..."

Andre now wonders why he was discovered, he tracked so many people every day, and he was discovered this time.