Mr. A picked up the newspaper and found the location designated by Mr. Red, and saw a small notice.

"Sherlock Moriarty, a private investigator who specializes in all kinds of matters, charges a reasonable fee, strictly adheres to the principle of confidentiality, and lives at 15 Minsk Street, Jowood District."

He put down the newspaper and said, "What is the strength of this person?" ”

"The Diviner's Pathway, Sequence 8." Mr. Red said expertly, "However, there may be someone around him to protect him, most likely it will be a xenopathy sequence 5." ”

"Resentful spirits." Mr. A was silent for a moment: "This is not easy to deal with. ”

"I'll add money." Mr. Reid said, "What about twenty thousand gold pounds?" Pay four thousand gold pounds in advance, and when the matter is done, you come to me and give you the final payment. ”

Mr. A: "."

It's so bold, for a while, I don't know how to react.

Twenty thousand gold pounds? Yesterday's assassination of Master Indis was only 10,000 gold pounds.

This task is obviously much simpler than killing the master, and in any case, you don't need to think about how to infiltrate a well-defended aristocratic party, let alone how to escape after the fact.

Also, it is much less difficult to kill a soothsayer than it is to kill a Sequence 6 conspirator.

"Ask for cash." Mr. A finally said in a low voice.

Originally, he was going to slaughter the fat sheep after the rally, but now it seems that it doesn't matter if the other party lives for another day.

Don't give money for nothing, your own plan in Beckland does need a lot of money.

Mr. Rhett smiled and said, "It's a pleasure to work with. ”

Finally escorted back to the house by Mr. A, Mr. Red stood in front of the window of the house price and watched as the transcendent returned to the carriage and disappeared into the crowd.

Then, with his feet weak, he sat down on his knees.

"Scared the hell out of me!"

Cold sweat frantically erupted from his body, his face turned extremely pale for a moment, and he gasped heavily for a long time before he could barely speak: "Is this the oppressive power of high-order transcendents?" Every moment I faced him, I thought I was about to be eaten. ”

"Literally eating, I can feel his thirst for flesh and blood, I can feel the fear of every inch of my skin, every cell."

"He's not a high sequence yet." Tang Sen said flatly next to him: "Of course, your feeling is right, if he wants to make a move on Ling, you will definitely be eaten alive." ”

"The transcendents of the Secret Prayer Path are all good at playing with flesh and blood."

Mr. Red smiled bitterly, "If it weren't for you standing next to me, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have the courage to look him in the eye, Reilly, I'm really not good at this kind of thing." ”

"No, you're good at it." Townsend encouraged: "Not everyone can maintain their posture under such pressure and fear. ”

"In this area, you have a lot of talent."

Mr. Red let out a long sigh and got up from the ground.

He didn't try to argue with Townesend, because he knew that it was his job, the price of getting that money, that status, and that life he was currently in.

He is the disguise, or surrogate, of the deceased in front of him.

"Mr. A will definitely do something to me." He just whispered, "I can feel his malice." ”

"If I hadn't dragged him with a huge amount of cash, I'm afraid he would have done it when he got here, no, even when he just walked out of the rally."

"Obviously." Tang Sen smiled: "This is also the result I want, Mr. Red, Mr. A has taken you as his prey, but as everyone knows, he is also his prey." ”

He slowly walked to the window and looked at the flow of people outside: "Beckland is too big, if a person wants to hide, even the three major churches, it is difficult to find out, especially a shepherd like Mr. A, he can hide in someone's body at any time, or teleport away through the ability of the apprenticeship." ”

"Instead of looking for a needle in a haystack, let him take the initiative to find us."

He smiled: "Of course, before that, he still has value to use." ”

"No value should be wasted."

Klein's mood was rare and happy, he finally solved the crisis that was hanging over him, and he reaped a lot of benefits.

Potion recipes for the subsequent sequences of the Soysayer's Path, Sequence 7: The Magician, Sequence 6: The Faceling, and Sequence 5: The Master of the Puppet.

There's even an extraordinary trait of a secret puppet master. Although tainted by the true Creator.

"Although the Aurora Club is a crazy organization, I have to say that it is quite neat and careless, and it also carries the pot on its back intimately."

As Klein enjoyed his dinner, he pondered, "Now it's certain that Mr. A, who assassinated the ambassador, must be the shepherd of Sequence 5, so that it can be explained that he was able to complete the assassination so quickly and cleanly." ”

"Part of the 10,000 pounds for the assassination of the ambassador is the reward that Miss Justice is scheduled to give me, and part of it can be compensated for her with knowledge"

"The thousand gold pounds to hire Miss Wronged Soul have been gathered, and then we can pay her, although it has paid a monetary price, but at least the crisis is over."

Thinking of this, Klein sighed slightly, and couldn't help but whisper:

"It's so poor, and it takes money to buy extraordinary materials that magicians need later."

"Maybe you can ask the devil to sell a little more potion recipes? He's got a fair price and he's got everything."

"No, never reach out to the devil."

"The devil has no kindness to me."

Thinking so, Crane suddenly felt a familiar whisper ringing in his ears.

"Someone prayed to me?" His brow twitched slightly.

"Maybe it's Miss Justice who reports about the Golden Pound. Miss Wraith is still in employment, and although I don't know where she is, it is very likely that I will stare at me and no longer expose the existence of the gray mist in front of Miss Wraith. ”

"It shouldn't be a big deal, it's safer to wait for Miss Resentful's employment period to end before going to the gray fog."

Thinking like this, Klein felt a little uncomfortable.

The soothsayer was extremely sensitive to his discomfort, and he stood up with a frown, covered his stomach, and muttered, "Damn, today's steak wasn't very clean." ”

Then, naturally, he walked to the bathroom, looked into the mirror of the bathroom, and whispered, "I want to go to the bathroom." ”

In the mirror, a woman in a black court dress appeared, her pale face was expressionless, just staring at Klein meaninglessly, and then the figure slowly faded away.

Crane breathed a sigh of relief, but did not let his guard down, took off his pants and sat down on the toilet in a regular manner, waiting for a few more minutes before raising his hand and letting the citrine pendant fall from his wrist.

"I should go above the gray fog and check it out."

"I should go above the gray fog and check it out."

“.”

After reciting it seven times, he opened his eyes.

The pendulum is moving clockwise, with great amplitude.

This means that you should go above the gray fog, and it is extremely necessary, otherwise there will be serious dangers.

"Miss Justice's prayer contains extremely important information, and may even endanger my safety?" Klein's brows furrowed, "No, my identity hasn't been revealed at all, the only one who knows my identity-"

His pupils shrank.

"Devil!"

"It didn't come from Miss Justice's prayer, but from the devil's communication!"

The devil hadn't been in communication with him since the last time he predicted his death, and Crane was sure that the coveted being wouldn't have been well-intentioned.

And, often, put yourself in a position where you can't refuse.

He quietly lifted his pants and took four steps backwards to the gray mist, and sure enough, the twinkling crimson star was not Miss Justice's.

Crane stood in front of the devil's crimson and was silent for a moment, taking a few deep breaths before reaching out for a spiritual sense.

An indescribable darkness appeared before my eyes, and the voice of the devil was heard from it.

"Hello, Crane."

The corners of Crane's mouth twitched, and he felt discomfort every time he heard the devil mention his name above the gray mist. and thriller.

The devil's voice continues: "What does it taste like to die? Not everyone will be able to climb out of the grave and get a second chance. Of course, for you, maybe not the second time. ”

Claes's heart tightened.

Not the second time? The devil actually knows what he was like when he just crossed over?

How much does he really know?

Klein felt cold all over, and his devil's sight seemed to be naked.

"I'm glad to bring you a prophecy."

The devil uttered the last word:

"Crane, you're going to die."

There is another chapter in the middle of the night, you can wake up and read it again.

By the way, a new book is sacrificed

(End of chapter)