At lunch on Thursday, Klein received a warm reminder that the money had arrived.

This time, Klein was hesitant to spend a thousand pounds to hire bodyguards, and he was considering whether he could ask the magic lamp to settle the matter.

But after thinking about it, he didn't know exactly what kind of ability the magic lamp had and how many sequences it could play, and besides, it didn't say how much it charged.

I really can't understand it, a seal, what does it ask for money for?

Thinking of this, Klein approached the coffee table, sat on the sofa, facing the magic lamp, and considered speaking:

"You said you could be hired to help in battle, so how do you charge?"

"Sequence Seven is 1,000 pounds, Sequence Six is 3,000 pounds, Sequence Five is 6,000 pounds, per capitation."

This is much more expensive than hiring a bodyguard, Klein immediately wanted to give up, but he thought about it and asked:

"To what extent do you help, help me escape, or help me kill the enemy?"

"Hey, you soothsayers know how to escape."

"Half price if you don't die, full price when you die."

Asking Mr. A to assassinate Ambassador Intis will cost 10,000 pounds once, but Mr. A has to deal with the ambassador of Sequence 6 himself, and he also has to count the assistants of Sequence 5 and other extraordinary bodyguards, so the calculation is about the same as the charge of the lamp god.

However, if it is done properly, he only needs to deal with the ambassador himself, and in this case, the magic lamp fee is too cheap, and if I hire it to kill the ambassador and let Miss Justice give me the money directly, then I will not make a net profit of seven thousand pounds!

No, Mr. Fool officially released the task for the first time, how can he temporarily regret it, even if it is said that his dependents have revoked the task, this is too cheap, not to mention that Miss Justice has already paid the deposit.

"If I ask you to help me kill the Intis ambassador Békron Jean Martan, how much will you charge?"

"Heh, if you can send me to him, 3,000 pounds, he's a corpse."

"Of course, you can rub the surface of the lamp and make a wish to me that ambassador will return to the kingdom of faith at once, free of charge."

No, I'm not going, and I don't want to make a wish.

It's better to be honest and use a thousand pounds to hire that young lady to protect it.

"Then can I ask you to strike again when I encounter a crisis that I can't resist?"

After some haggling, Klein satisfactorily followed Lady Mary to the Kragg Club to apply for membership.

Because the magic lamp promised him that he would not charge if he did not make a move. Wouldn't I have an all-weather bodyguard and no money.

While in the Cragg Club lounge, Klein suddenly felt a palpitation and a premonition of danger.

Under the pretext of taking a lunch break, he went to the gray mist to do a strengthened divination, and there was no more specific information except for the dangerous results in the next few days.

Klein took out the magic lamp from his coat pocket and looked at it, and the nervousness faded a lot.

Holding the ring handle of the magic lamp, Klein said to himself:

"What's the strange premonition before? I don't know if this danger will come in three days, but I only have this thousand pounds. ”

Suddenly, Crane heard the sound of a magic lamp.

"That's a higher sequence of people who are divining you in the same way as you."

"People like you, you don't divinate before you do things, and you can't even decide which leg to take when you go out."

Crane didn't care about the Magic Lamp's taunts, and the Magic Lamp's words revealed that the Ambassador's assistant to the soothsayer's path was likely to take action today.

He did not hesitate any longer, and immediately left the Kragg Club, rushed to the bank to withdraw his remaining hundred pounds, and then hurried to the Bar of the Brave, where he sought out Marić and demanded immediate protection.

In the evening, Ian, the big boy who had caused Crane so much trouble, came to the door again, and he recounted everything he knew about the incident, and Crane finally understood what he was involved in.

After seriously reviewing his mistakes, Crane sent Ian away, and the feeling of wanting to solve the matter once and for all became more urgent.

He walked around the customer hall to make sure that the bodyguard lady was not scared away, and he whispered to the lady that she was also extraordinary, and that she had some ability to resist.

He was worried that he would cause too much trouble, and he wanted to add a little confidence to the bodyguard lady.

The living room was quiet, save for the occasional sound of newspapers flipping.

Suddenly, the doorbell jingled again.

Walking to the door, the Joker's abilities are clearly reflected in the scene outside the door.

Sheriff Fassin, dressed in a black-and-white checkered uniform, stood against a background of hazy crimson moonlight blending with the dim glow of a streetlamp, his face clouded by the backlight.

What did he come to do?

Before opening the door, Crane did a new divination, and he couldn't help but think of the taunt of the lamp god: if the soothsayers don't divination, they don't know which foot to step on when they go out.

The door opened, and Sergeant Fasin took off his hat and spoke, as he opened his left foot to enter.

"The people above sent me to tell you ......"

With a "plop", Sheriff Fasin fell to the ground head-on, he tripped over something he didn't know, and involuntarily lost his balance.

What's going on! How could I fall straight to it because I was stirred? That's impossible!

Sheriff Fasin lay on the ground a little dazed, and didn't get up for a while.

Klein was also startled, and almost threw the tarot card he was holding.

He hurried closer, ready to pick up Sheriff Fassin.

Sheriff Fasin got up on his own and looked at the door, where a mop was lying lying like a corpse in the doorway.

Following Sheriff Fassin's gaze, Crane saw the mop, and he awkwardly made up a reason.

"I'm sorry, I was cleaning my room."

Did you not do divination before entering the door? Klein couldn't help but have a thought.

Something is wrong here, should I give up and come back another day?

No, the matter of snatching the manuscript has failed, and if this little detective does not solve it, I will not be able to explain it to Mr. Ambassador.

After expressing his apologies, Klein hurriedly let Sheriff Fasin, who conveyed the meaning of his superiors, to the sofa area of the living room.

Sheriff Fassin, who was sitting on the couch, clasped his hands and continued:

"The person above gives you three choices......"

"Whoa!"

The ceiling light pendant in the living room suddenly broke, and the glass chandelier smashed into Sheriff Fasin's head, which was not wearing a police cap.

Sheriff Fasin's words were abruptly interrupted, and he looked up and stared at Klein viciously.

The shattered glass cut his forehead and cheeks, blood gushed out, and the wounds, still stained with broken glass shards, squirmed, squeezed out the foreign body, and slowly closed.

Several tarot cards are thrown, and Sheriff Fasin on the opposite side nimbly dodges them, and Crane is about to jump out and distance himself from Sheriff Fasin.

Suddenly, he felt a flower in front of him, and his body and mind seemed to be injected with lead water, which was extremely heavy.

He failed to complete his leap and stood still.

Sergeant Fasin on the other side smiled proudly, squirming his muscles and changing to another face, and said aloud:

"The other one doesn't need to hide anymore, your presence is like the sun in the daytime in my eyes, it is placed there brightly, and I can't see it."

"You think those little tricks can scare me, just give me time, it's one of the toughest abilities below the high sequence."

"Introduce myself, my name is Rosago."