chapter 30

Chapter 45 500 Worlds

Chapter 134 Five Hundred Worlds

Miss Justice is as curious as ever... Klein sighed silently and smiled without hiding anything:

"It's a 'blasphemy card'."

"The Card of Blasphemy"! Is it the deck of cards rumored to contain the path to God made by Emperor Russell, the so-called Tarot prototype? Mr. "Fool" actually got a "blasphemy card"! Alger was surprised and happy, excited and excited, and his reaction was far more than "just".

It turns out that Mr. "Fool" has been collecting Russell's diaries just to find clues to these cards!

Sure enough, there are many secrets hidden in Emperor Russell's diary... "The Hanged Man" Alger lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, his attitude more humble than ever before.

"Congratulations on taking another step back."

The way back? Why did Mr. "The Hanged Man" say that?

Audrey looked around and found that the "Magician" also opened his mouth in astonishment like herself. She didn't know whether he was sighing or confused.

"The Blasphemous Tablet"...is it something similar to the "blasphemous tablet" that Mr. "The Hanged Man" mentioned?

A carrier that records the secrets of God's way?

Klein, who was quite satisfied with the members' reactions, smiled slightly and clapped his hands, not letting everyone's suspicions ferment.

As the "God of Mystery", what is a "blasphemous card"?

"You can communicate freely."

The commemorative exhibition hosted by the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery had just been stolen, and the Lord got a "blasphemous card." Was it His Highness Zaratul who did it?

Seeing that the Lord didn't want to say more, Forsi didn't dare to go into details. He let out a breath and looked at the top of the head impatiently:

"Mr. Fool, I apply to communicate with Mr. World alone."

Communicate alone with "the world"? Klein was a little surprised.

He nodded in agreement, and then slightly raised his wrist a few centimeters to a certain distance from the table, and manipulated the thread of the spirit body.

The invisible power in the gray mist blocked the senses of several other members. "World" turned its neck and cast its gaze hidden under the hood.

"whats the matter?"

Forsi hesitated for a moment and said:

"You remember what I said at the last party. I have the formula for the 'Secret Puppet Master' in my hand. I don't know if you need it."

Although Zaratul firmly told her that there was no other way in the "world" to obtain the potion formula necessary for the next promotion, Forsi still felt that the "Angel with Lamp"'s judgment was very strange.

"The World" is the favored one of the Lord, how come he lacks the channel to obtain the promotion formula?

Miss Magician's tone sounded urgent... Klein took a moment to react.

No, Miss Magician wants to sell me a formula?

Doesn't she know that I am the favored one of "The Fool"?

The "World", whose whole body was shrouded in robes, frowned slightly and did not answer immediately.

Miss "Magician" is just an ordinary employee of the Intelligence Department. It stands to reason that she should not have access to the potion formula of sequence five, and her confidentiality level is not enough, let alone the adjacent sequence of "divineer" or "apprentice".

So this is actually what Zaratul means?

The deeper he thought about it, the more surprised Klein felt.

no?

If Zaratul really meant it, what did he want to do? He gave me all the information on the "Card of Blasphemy" and then asked me for money in a roundabout way with a recipe?

Under Klein's control, The World's hoarse voice said without any fluctuations:

"need."

Forsi, who was afraid that "the world" would regret it, suddenly became energetic, licked his lips, and glanced at the top of the head with his peripheral vision, thinking that he was being vague, before continuing:

"Five thousand pounds, an absolutely fair price."

It's only five thousand pounds, which is indeed very fair... Klein felt a little moved for a moment.

But I don't have that much money at the moment. Well, I can wait. I'll ask that bastard Jerry Zaratul first, and then try out Zaratul's attitude. If Jerry's price is higher than Miss "Magician", Zaratul did not respond, and it would not be too late to bargain with Miss Magician.

Besides, I can't come up with so much cash at once... "The World" shook his head.

"I need to think about it."

As the private exchange ended, "The Hanged Man" Alger looked around and said as if he had already prepared a draft:

"I recently received an investigation mission. I wonder if you have any corresponding clues."

"In the past two or three years, many indigenous tribes have been plundered in the West Balam area of the southern continent. The same thing has happened in the islands. Even the indigenous slaves living in the plantations have not escaped, no? To flee is to disappear."

"After the slave trade was abolished in the countries of the Northern Continent, this kind of thing has not happened for a long time. Have you heard the corresponding news?"

His eyes swept over the "Magician", "The World", and "Justice", but did not look at the "Sun".

"Magician" Forsi carefully recalled the few words he heard in the branch recently, his expression gradually became serious, and after a while he said:

"There are two possibilities."

"For example?" Alger didn't talk about payment.

"The empire has recently launched a targeted military operation to liquidate the 'Rose School' elements and several branches of the 'Spiritual Order' that have been invading the western border areas in the past."

As usual when thinking about the plot of a novel, Forsi habitually clasped his hands together, clasping his fingers on the corresponding joints and resting his palms against each other.

"At the beginning of this year, the Artificial Death Sect, a branch of the 'Spiritual Order', took the initiative to send a joint invitation to the 'Rose School'. Under the leadership of the 'King of Curses' Barranca, they took over a large number of people living in West Balan. The indigenous residents in the occupied areas transformed them into undead and alien species, and took the initiative to attack the empire's western defense line."

"I don't know much about the Islands, but the missing indigenous people in the West Balam area are most likely abducted by the 'Rose School'."

"I also know the news about the large-scale conflict between the Trunsoest Empire and the 'Rose School', but it is far away from what I heard about the area where a large number of slaves disappeared." Alger said without changing his expression, "Another What's the possibility?"

Forsi glanced at him and shook his head meaningfully.

"confidential."

"I don't know the specific details either."

Miss "Magician" doesn't know the details, but the intelligence department has classified the incident of the slave's disappearance as a secret. It seems that the water inside is very deep... Klein sat at the top of the long bronze table and thought about this matter in confusion. .

After the initial colonial phase passed, in order to appease the indigenous people and stabilize the situation in the original West Balam and the highlands, the countries in the northern continent voluntarily abandoned the Slave Act. Any private sale of slaves would be regarded as as bad as murder. The crime carries a prison sentence ranging from ten to twenty years.

Although there are still many people who are tempted by the astonishing benefits and take risks, as major churches later joined the ranks of law enforcement supervision, these hidden illegal slave ships have almost disappeared.

Overly high-pressure colonial rule will only facilitate the Second Empire of Trunsoest, ruled by the True Creator, forcing the population to flee eastward, destroying the original missionary plans of the churches in the northern continent in the West Balam area, and causing the church and the gods to interests are harmed, this is something that cannot be compromised.

Therefore, the recent surge in the disappearance of slaves mentioned by "The Hanged Man" is not a sign that the black market slave trade is booming again, but that a certain huge and extraordinary power is hindering it.

Being able to reach this point made the Church of Storms not hesitate to invest manpower in searching for the source... Klein suppressed his thoughts and instinctively felt the dangerous aura.

Where would so many slaves be needed? Is it a sacrifice or a huge project?

Under the cover of gray mist, his eyes unconsciously fell on the upside-down card in his hand.

The "Black Emperor"'s becoming a god ceremony requires nine mausoleums built in secret areas, which serve as anchor points for the emperor's return...

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

From the time I traveled to the present, including a few years ago, Roen has been carrying out social reforms... Thinking about it carefully, a layer of cold sweat suddenly aroused on Klein's back. He felt creepy and couldn't look directly at the thoughts in his mind. in conclusion.

Normally, he would have thought that he was under the mysterious influence of the gods recorded on the "Black Emperor" card, and would have led the matter to a conspiracy theory in a far-fetched way.

But Zaratul is also following up on this matter, and nothing he does is simple!

I don't know if Bernadette, the eldest daughter of Emperor Russell, knows all the secrets of how the "Black Emperor" became a god. If it is really as I think, her intention to obtain the "Black Emperor" card is to verify one of her conjectures. Then the problem is really troublesome.

Once a new emperor is born, the old one will be swept into the past, along with the order he established and all the traces he left behind!

Bernadette is definitely the person who least wants this scene to happen. This is the only and slim chance for Russell to come back from resurrection.

Seeing that no one could provide clues, Mr. Fool showed no interest and did not interrupt. Alger, the Hanged Man, stopped talking, and his right to speak was taken away by the Sun next to him.

"Everyone, I am still collecting the materials needed for the 'Light Prayer', and I need more contributions in exchange, so I hope to join the next exploration team. Do you have any suggestions?"

suggestion? Miss "Justice"'s curiosity came online again. Compared to the high-level topics she couldn't interrupt just now, the exploration proposed by "The Sun" had no threshold.

"Can you tell us about the main areas that your exploration team usually explores?"

Why did Miss Justice also learn this trick? Mr. "The Hanged Man" was so influenced by it that he taught even the good aristocratic lady... The corner of Klein's mouth curled up slightly, and he was also looking forward to the answer from "The Sun".

During the brief calm, "The Sun" introduced in detail slightly clumsily:

"Thousands of years after the sun set, the 'Angel of the Holy Word' received the Lord's oracle, walked in the darkness, and united the surviving city-states."

"According to records at that time, there were nearly five hundred city-states and strongholds of various sizes that could still be maintained. However, due to the curse and danger in the darkness, and after thousands of years of independence, each city-state regarded itself as The only survivor."

"The inherited cultures are different. By the time the angels have opened up new roads based on the ancient roads of the glorious past, the city-states on the Eastern Continent can almost be regarded as independent small worlds. During the First Continental Congress, the Holy Word The angel also called the nations at that time into five hundred worlds."

"The initial duty of the exploration team is to carry the records of this city-state over the past thousand years, exchange history and intelligence with each other, and better connect all survivors."

"However, after the last Continental Congress convened, the exploration team's duty became to eliminate monsters near the pilgrimage road, that is, the ancient road, so as to open up a safe route for the Lord's salvation to come and the city-states to leave the darkness in the future."

After saying that, Derrick nodded and looked up slightly for a few seconds, as if he was replying something.

"Oh yes, the chief also said that in addition to eliminating monsters, the exploration team also needs to collect the extraordinary characteristics of Wu Zhu and the power in the lost ruins. Only in this way can we improve our own strength as quickly as possible in a short period of time."

"The main exploration area that Silver City is responsible for is the direction leading to the easternmost part of the Eastern Continent, where the Giant King's Court is located, and part of it is the wilderness near the ancient road between us and 'Shanmen City'."

Five hundred worlds? Ancient road? Extramural investigation and exploration?

Is this "Secret" playing tricks? Klein suspected that if the little "Sun" continued to talk, he would not be surprised if he was called a war group or a guard.

The "Magician" listened with great interest and almost took a notebook to write it down. "Justice" Audrey's green eyes seemed to have discovered a treasure from the description of "The Sun", and they shone one by one. Only "The Hanged Man" Alger made serious suggestions.

"It shouldn't be a big problem."

To be on the safe side, he asked two more questions.

"Is the ancient road the main road used between your city-states? UU read www.uukkaｎshu.netｔ"

"It only exists between city-states?"

"Not exactly, Mr. Hanged Man," Derrick replied honestly, "For example, after passing through our Silver City, the ancient road extends forward for a certain distance. We are the westernmost of the city-states connected by the ancient road. "

Alger nodded slightly.

"Then there's no problem."

"Since you said that the ancient road was restored under the leadership of the Creator and Mr. Fool's angels, then the dangers lurking along the ancient road must have been eliminated by the angels. The only thing that needs to be vigilant is that you need to launch a campaign into the wilderness that the ancient road cannot reach. exploration."

"I don't know the specific situation of the Eastern Continent, so I can only give you these suggestions."

After pondering for a moment, Alger said in a low and gentle voice:

"Did you just say that the ancient road leads to the direction of the Giant King's Court?"

"Is the exploration team you want to join led by your elder?"

"Yes." Derrick spoke without any precautions about the focus of the next exploration. "The chief and Elder Lovia will act with us."

"The chief said that the road to the Giant King's Court has to pass through a large area of darkness. In addition to the purification brought by the 'warrior' ability he has mastered, he also needs the assistance of a 'shepherd' who is familiar with 'darkness' and 'shadow'."

He touched the back of his head in embarrassment.

"If I were not an extraordinary person of the 'Sun' pathway, I would not have the chance to participate in this exploration."

It's a joke, I don't know if anyone can see what it's about. To be honest, it's a bit obvious.

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Chapter 46 After the Party

Chapter 135 After the Party

"You can try." Alger, "The Hanged Man" gave pertinent advice.

In his opinion, like "Justice" who had just become an Extraordinary, the greatest value of "The Sun" in the party was to serve as a way for others to understand the situation in the God-Forsaken Land, and to provide opportunities to conveniently obtain potion materials that were difficult to collect from the outside world. .

To be honest, he didn't care whether "The Sun" would encounter danger after joining the exploration team and whether he could save his life. He just didn't want to lose this bridge to the land abandoned by the gods.

"Remember, any abnormalities you find during the exploration process must be reported to the demigod leading the team in a timely manner. Many dangers are hidden. They usually do not occur instantly, but as time goes by, they may be cursed or inflicted on you. The special mystical connection established unintentionally will be a disaster for you who only have Sequence Nine." Alger was not yet reassured, "When necessary, you can try to pray and use the gaze of the great being to get rid of whatever you encounter. Danger."

As he spoke, Alger looked at the top. Klein, who felt his gaze, nodded slightly and silently expressed his acquiescence to "The Hanged Man"'s proposal.

"Thank you Mr. Fool, thank you Mr. Hanged Man."

What a good kid to fool... But that's fine. Most of the suggestions "The Hanged Man" gave to "The Sun" were relatively objective and valuable, regardless of his own little thoughts behind them. At least it can be avoided that no member of the Tarot Club will be absent in the near future... Klein sighed silently, controlling the "world" and said:

"I have a surplus of properties that I need to sell."

"'Scammer', sequence eight of the 'Stealer' path."

"The World"'s gaze slowly swept over "Justice", whose eyes were shining, "Magician", who was meditating, and other members, and he suddenly laughed and said:

"But the identity of the owner of this characteristic is quite special during his lifetime."

"He has established contact with a certain great being and is a member of a secret organization. I suspect that his legacy characteristics may attract unknown attention."

"So I hope you can sell this feature on my behalf."

The eyes of the "world" are fixed on the "Hanged Man" who expresses no emotion, and the subtext in his words is self-evident.

Klein did not want any Tarot Society member to fall into a possible trap, and his moral standards did not allow him to arbitrarily put the "scammer" trait at underground gatherings and sell it to wild extraordinary people who knew nothing about it.

The only way he could think of that was suitable for exchanging troubles for gold pounds without putting any more psychological pressure on himself was to use the "Hanged Man" to sell his attributes so that his hands would be stained with blood, and he would be shot in rows without finding an innocent person. The pirates.

He had established contact with a certain great being, and he was also a "scammer" during his lifetime... Without much thought, Forsi used the elimination method to screen out the former owner of the properties that "the world" would sell, a victim of a brutal hunt. .

No, I should call him a traitor... It turns out that the person who killed Lanerwus was "The World"... Almost immediately, Forsi stopped thinking in her heart, even if she was only one step away from narrowing down the scope and delineating There are several possibilities for revealing the true identity of "The World".

Most people in the Trunsoest intelligence department, especially the "faceless men", do not like to expose their true identities to necessary superiors and colleagues outside the cooperation partners, especially branches stationed outside the empire. This is especially true for the Department.

This is not only a habit created by consistently adhering to internal regulations, but also a responsibility for one's own life safety.

From Forsi's point of view, the same is true for the "world" that is also a "faceless man" and has the identity of a favored one... She doesn't want to touch the brow of a favored one yet.

After a short period of silence, Alger, who was a little restless after being stared at by "The World", changed his sitting posture, leaned back slightly and said:

"I can help you figure it out."

He spoke slowly, as if he was thinking:

"After some time, within a week or two, 'King of the Five Seas' Nast will hold a conference only for pirates. I can help you find a buyer there."

…

At 7:30 pm, in Queens, in a house that seemed to belong to a certain noble.

Forsi, who was wearing a long skirt and a hooded cloak, was alertly paying attention to the shadows under her feet, and the urge to find a piece of blood and kill him arose spontaneously.

"God of Mystery", she is a member of the intelligence department, why did she come to the "Secret Prayer"'s lair when she didn't receive the mission?

As a staunch indoor person, Forsi has always adhered to the creed of being able to lie in bed without leaving the house, and the reason why she was desperately sitting in the corner of the living room that served as the party hall at this time, everything had to be done by the golden retriever jumping around her. Speaking of.

"This is what you told me before, a high-level extraordinary gathering?" Forsun asked helplessly in his friend's ear, speaking every word, his voice as flat as a The sheet was crumpled and spread out, full of crumpled waste paper.

Sitting on another seat in the corner, Xiu, who was similarly dressed, nodded slightly and said in the same low voice:

"The convener here is very powerful. He does not allow anyone to sell fake formulas and materials at his party. I have compared several large parties in Backlund, and his place is the most fair."

"That is the convener, but he never told us his name." Xio said with fear in his eyes as he looked at the single person sitting on the sofa in the center of the living room.

Justice is inevitable, and those who dare to commit depraved crimes on his territory will end up in his belly... Forsi did not dare to look at the man whose face was hidden in the shadow of the hood for a second, only thinking in his heart Made a few complaints.

"I heard that some female Beyonders exchanged their bodies for potion materials from the convener. This is why I kept it a secret from you before and didn't want to reveal the specific time of the gathering to you."

Xio obviously misunderstood Forsi's true thoughts surging under the silence, and there was obvious disgust in the small whispers.

No, no, no, no, stop talking, he can definitely hear it!

Forsi didn't even delve into why Xio emphasized that there was a female Beyonder exchanging potion materials from Mr. A. This was the main reason for hiding the existence of the party from her.

As the viewpoint hidden in the shadow slowly fell, she had to press her legs tightly to prevent the seat beneath her from making a sound as her body trembled.

"Stop talking, you will be noticed by the convener." Forsi tried to dissuade Xio from seeking death, while quickly drawing a few messy lines on his chest.

The biting gaze extending from the shadow into the air disappeared immediately, and Forsi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As the danger was lifted and the party was about to begin, the rest of the night became quiet. Only then could she find her mind and use her wild and imaginative thinking to soothe her fragile nerves.

Seniors from the empire headquarters all say that the Creator's envoys are all handsome men and beauties with different styles, and they don't know what type Mr. A belongs to...

…

"Someone is asking for the formula of the 'Arbiter' path. Her companions also used the Lord's prayer gesture to signal A?"

Jerry Zaratul listened to the waiter's report, and the curve of the corner of his mouth became more and more playful.

"Which one do you think is more likely, the little mouse sent by MI9 or the true believer?" He tilted his head to the side and said casually.

Klein made an appointment with Sharon and stopped by Jerry Zaratul to inquire about the price of the "Secret Puppet Master" potion formula. Klein crossed his arms, stood against the wall, and said angrily:

"Determine the identity of the suspected believer. If there is no information about this person in your records, wouldn't the answer come naturally?"

Jerry Zaratul, who was accustomed to other people's harsh words, was indifferent to Klein's tone and said that it was not strong enough.

He faced Klein's surprised and angry gaze, shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Have you read too many future novels written by Russell?"

"Where do we have that technology?"

"A can indeed touch the two young ladies from top to bottom without being discovered. However, different departments have an independent and hierarchical relationship. Even as a divine envoy, he has the highest authority among us. , I am not qualified and cannot possibly read and write down the identity information of all department members active in Loen." Seizing the opportunity to slander his partner Jerry Chara's image is still too small, and it seems a bit obscene to Klein. With a smile, he stressed, "Those two girls are really good-looking. Even if they are confirmed to be MI9 spies, they might be able to be rescued from A and develop into our downlines."

"How do you know they are good-looking?" Klein was shocked by Jerry Zaratul's limitlessness and did not react for a moment.

"certainly..."

"Don't be sure, one of them has met grandfather."

The illusive and slender figure emerged from the dark wall little by little, and the long skirt fluttered forward accompanied by a sense of coldness. Sharon, with blond hair and blue eyes, looked down at Jerry condescendingly, emphasizing the last few words.

Miss Hunter actually took the initiative to call Zaratul her grandfather. That day in the Kingdom Museum, she used this word so as not to let Baron Sindras and the others see their rift, and she was reluctant to do so...

What did Zaratul give her to change her attitude after just two days of not seeing him?

Klein calmly stood up straight from the wall, turned around, and stood on one side with Sharon.

Jerry Zaratul, whose words were interrupted, noticed the subtle movements of the two people in front of him. Not only were they not angry, but the smile at the corner of his mouth was even wider, and his eyes were full of playfulness.

"Of course A has seen it."

"Whether he recognizes them or not, as the person in charge of the party, he always writes down the faces of suspicious people."

As he spoke, Jerry Zaratul deliberately pretended to have an exaggerated expression that suddenly occurred to him, and changed the subject a little stiffly.

"Did you just ask me about the magic potion formula of the 'Secret Puppet Master'?"

Do you know how to answer my questions now? Klein nodded coldly.

"Seven thousand pounds."

"How much?" Klein's brows couldn't stop the twisted desire again.

"Seven thousand pounds." Jerry Zaratul confirmed without giving Klein any room to question or bargain.

"I'm about to be promoted. I didn't go through the church's order of merit. I gathered the materials and prepared the ceremony myself. Now my application has been approved. But it's all my private money and I haven't been reimbursed. I have to let it go. Can we recover some of the cost from other places?"

He clapped his hands, pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, and it was stamped with the national emblem of the Trunsoest Second Empire. He held it up in front of Klein and Sharon to prove that he was not lying.

"If nothing happens, I will be promoted this week."

It has only been less than ten years since Jerry Zaratul became an Extraordinary, so fast...

It seems like there is no way to get a lower price out of this guy. Well, he is a member of the Zaratul family, and his current development may be within the future trend that the "Angel with the Lamp" sees?

It is precisely because He firmly believes that Jerry Zaratul will not easily give me the formula at a low price, and he has other thoughts, that he dares to instruct Miss "Magician" to sell the formula to me?

What the hell was He planning... Klein breathed out a sincere blessing.

"I will pray to God that your promotion goes smoothly."

"Come on." Jerry Zaratul obviously didn't like this, "I don't know you yet?"

He sneered and shook his head.

"Who knows, does the god you speak of refer to the Lord or the 'Queen of Disaster'?"

"The relationship between my family and Heiye is not good. I have killed many of His followers myself. You really want to pray to Him. If His Majesty wants to take revenge on me, a little guy like me, I guess A will collect the corpses for me. It's too late."

Jerry Zaratul's eyes wandered, and his light blue eyes moved dexterously.

"The formula is seven thousand pounds. I won't sell it to you for even a penny less."

"Anyway, your status is special. It's just a process to accumulate merits and exchange for formulas. It's not as difficult as ours, so why worry."

"I know what you think of me." Klein said suddenly. UU reading www.uukanshu． net

Recalling Zaratul's alms-like tone when he was in the museum, Klein's temper was aroused a little bit.

"I'm different from you. I'm an outlier, and I'm favored for no reason. I was an ordinary person two months ago, and my luck and strength don't match at all."

Jerry Zaratul nodded slightly.

"Said it right."

"So I need to be promoted." Klein ignored Jerry's agreement. His serious mask gradually cracked, revealing a malicious smile. "Judging from the current attitude of the 'Angel with a Lantern' towards me, my future promotion should be smooth. ."

"When I advance to a high level, you can continue your opinion of me, and I can also use my methods to prevent you from complaining anymore."

When he said this, Klein showed an extremely serious attitude, and combined with Sherlock Moriarty's resolute and mature face, it actually forced Jerry Zaratul to lean back a few degrees.

Hiss... He took a deep breath and closed his mouth.

…

At the edge of the Jowood District, Klein tightened his collar as he stepped off the carriage, looked around to make sure there was no one around, and then said to the air next to him:

"I made an appointment with someone from the vampire clan to meet tonight, you..."

A black dress loomed in the light haze. Sharon looked at the apologetic Klein and said in a calm voice:

"I'll wait for you here."

The blue-axis keyboard rang in my ears all night. From the time I went to bed at ten o'clock to the time I woke up in the morning, nine hours, nine hours, I didn't even fall asleep half of the time. I really had a neurasthenia.

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Chapter 47 Emlyn White

Chapter 136 Emlyn White

The Blood Tribe Bar was as noisy as ever. Klein and the Blood Tribe waiter Burkhardt were sitting in a private room. There was a bucket of ice cubes and several glasses of absinthe that had been cooled in advance on the table.

In a dim environment lacking light, the absinthe in the glass shimmered with a faint green color, and bubbles constantly broke free from the shackles of the liquid surface, blooming into a gorgeous psychedelia.

"Sorry, there is only one vampire who meets your requirements."

The waiter with side-parted black hair maintained a professional smile and glanced at Klein's left hand, which was constantly opening and clenching.

"I just hope you pick the right one."

"Okay." Putting down the wine glass in his hand, the smile on Burkhardt's face became obviously relaxed.

He opened the door generously and walked out of the bar room.

About two minutes later, another young vampire with straight formal clothes and bright red eyes walked in alone.

He was a man with slicked back hair and a serious look that was somewhat dashing. He is about twenty-seven or seventy-eight years old. His appearance is delicate and handsome, but there is undisguised arrogance between his eyebrows. He has a high nose and thin lips. Compared with a doctor, his temperament is more like that of a popular model on the cover of "Men's Aesthetics". , showing elegance and arrogance in every gesture.

The young vampire raised his chin proudly, glanced quickly, and locked his eyes on the only guest in the private room.

"Are you the candidate of the Aurora Society?"

Candidate for God's Envoy, did the Vampires misunderstand my identity?

No wonder they were so concerned about my request... Klein looked at the uninvited guests in the box and did not hide his doubts.

"Where's Mr. Burckhardt?"

"He suddenly had other things going on."

The young man's eyes glanced at the only alcohol in the box. He did not get the green-gleaming absinthe, but only took a glass of water from the ice bucket.

"Leave the guests here alone... Your Excellency Nibais indulged them too much, which made the lax atmosphere in the Backlund vampire clan even worse." The young vampire calmed himself down and lowered his chin slightly. "Emlyn White, Burkhardt said you want to find a doctor with good qualities and superb professional abilities to work with?"

I only said that I needed a doctor, but I didn't make so many requests... Klein smiled again and extended his palm to the vampire sitting with his legs crossed.

"Yes, I hope we can have a happy cooperation in the future."

However, Emlyn did not immediately respond to Klein's kindness. His scarlet eyes stared at the "faceless man" with a faint smile, wondering what he was thinking.

After repeated hesitation, Emlyn, who did not want to be rude in front of outsiders, finally gave up waiting and hesitantly extended a palm.

"A pleasure to work with."

He lightly touched Klein's hand hanging in the middle of the table with his fingertips, then quickly took it back, and then he could no longer hide his displeasure and said:

"As a partner, I think I deserve at least your respect."

Emlyn took out the gold pocket watch he carried with him from the pocket of his formal coat and looked at the time.

"We've been talking for a minute and thirty-two seconds, and you haven't told me your name, or your code name."

How can I tell you something that doesn't exist... Klein, who found it difficult to meet his future partner, Denpa, suddenly had a bad feeling.

He sighed and said:

"Sorry, I usually don't have the habit of introducing my identity to others when I first meet them."

"Sherlock Moriarty is not a candidate for God. He is just a small figure who follows the other members and acts independently most of the time."

Klein picked up the absinthe on the table and took a small sip.

"We can have a casual chat first and confirm how to contact each other in the future, where to meet, and how to find each other in case of emergency."

At the end, Klein saw that Emlyn's body remained tense and he was sitting upright with a rather reserved look, so he kindly comforted him:

"Don't be nervous, you can put forward your opinion first. To be honest, I usually perform tasks more flexibly, and I don't have any strict requirements."

Once he heard that Klein would adopt his idea, Emlyn's aura of keeping strangers away from him instantly disintegrated.

He raised his chin again, pride and other emotions almost overflowing from his scarlet eyes.

"I am currently discussing with Yousef Clinic. They have invited me to be their intern. You can go to see me there and I will be there during working hours."

This is a good clinic in the West District. Its customer base is mainly wealthy businessmen living nearby, with good salaries. In addition to the senior doctors working in the clinic, doctors from several other large hospitals in Backlund are often invited to exchange and learn.

After saying that, Emlyn White raised his chin higher.

that's it? Apart from the location, time and contact information, you didn't tell me anything?

Which clinic is Yousef Clinic? On what road? Is it in the Jowood area or the West End?

Is it because your clinic is closed so I can't find you?

Do I still have to visit you during working hours?

Klein couldn't imagine that if one day he was really "lucky" and had to drag himself to a regular clinic covered in blood with an injury that would be judged serious by a doctor on an ordinary person, would he be directly frightened? The innocent medical staff at the clinic reported him to the police as a crazed psychopath, and he was given a silver bracelet and a solitary confinement package.

What kind of talent did Burckhardt find for me? Why do I feel like he and I can't talk to each other on the same channel?

Klein originally thought that with Burkhardt busy and carefully selecting, he would only need to discuss the details of contact and connection with a vampire, and then no one would know the other person's true identity, and they would say goodbye, only needing each other. time to meet.

Unexpectedly, the actual situation was far worse than expected. He let out a breath.

"Emlyn, I should be able to call you by your name directly, right?"

Emlyn, who did not see the expected envy and admiration on Klein's face, nodded, somewhat reluctantly.

"Very good, Emlyn, listen to me next." Klein ignored the complicated inner drama of the young vampire, "I don't have my own messenger, which is a spirit world creature that can be summoned and signed a contract, so we You can only use some stupid methods."

"I don't know if you haven't participated in the underground gatherings organized by the wild extraordinary people. They usually rent an advertising space in the newspaper and bury the time and place of the gathering in the normal advertising information. We You can also..."

"No need to bother."

Emlyn readily rejected Klein's proposal.

"Even if I already work at Yousef Clinic, I only need to work four hours a day. The rest of the time I will rest at home. You can find me at 48 Riverbend Avenue in the South District of Bridge."

"If I'm not here, you can also find my father. He is a doctor of medicine recognized by Backlund University. He is enough to deal with your injuries."

A doctor of medicine recognized by Backlund University does sound more reliable than you... Klein nodded subconsciously.

But when he thought about it, the smile he managed to maintain almost collapsed again.

He tried his best to control the muscles on his face and tried:

"Your father, he also has his own partner. Will it embarrass him if I take the liberty of visiting?"

"What are you thinking? Not all vampires have partners. Only the barons who need to sign contracts with the emperor's men and fulfill their obligations have this kind of trouble." Emlyn looked at Klein strangely, "My Although my father has superb medical skills and has obtained a doctorate degree from a mortal, he has never been able to wait for the opportunity for promotion to be approved by the team. According to you humans, he is still only Sequence Seven, just like me."

Oh, that means you only have Sequence Seven, and you are not among the barons who are looking for partners... The corner of Klein's mouth twitched imperceptibly.

He suddenly wanted to leave the box, feeling a resentment that could not be dispelled until the handsome waiter with the side parted hair was found and given a beating.

Burkhardt vowed to find a suitable partner for him, but in the end he found a young vampire with no qualifications to fool him?

Is it that the Aurora Society's name is not easy to use, or do I seem to be too talkative?

Klein picked up the remaining half glass of absinthe and drank it all in one gulp, ignoring the addictive component of absinthe that affects the mental state of extraordinary people.

The spicy wine flowed down his throat and into his stomach. With the help of alcohol, Klein was able to stabilize his mood.

Touching his hand near his chest under his coat, he noticed something was wrong.

He is not usually a person whose emotions fluctuate with the difficulties he encounters in life.

"Poison wine brooch" amplifies my emotions?

With dexterous movement of his fingers, Klein pulled out a coin, quickly turned the coin over, and performed a divination with slight movements.

The answer is yes.

Sure enough, the side effects of the "poisoned wine brooch" are usually not noticeable, but it is like a radiation source, affecting my thinking all the time and amplifying the negative emotions and desires in my heart.

Well, if you encounter enemies like "audience" and "demon" who are good at controlling people's hearts in battle... Klein gestured to Emlyn to give him some time.

He checked his condition briefly and used meditation to suppress the negative emotions amplified by the "Poisonous Wine Brooch" before continuing the conversation:

"I understand."

Obviously, Emlyn White was just the unlucky guy that Burckhardt found to deal with himself. Klein had always known this clearly and would not vent on Emlyn White, who was also a victim.

Although he was only at Sequence Seven, since Emlyn received the invitation from Yusef Clinic, he would have made great achievements in medicine.

Moreover, "Magician"'s "Damage Transfer" can also reduce injuries to a certain extent by transferring wounds, which is not a big problem...

After finishing the last glass of absinthe on the table, Klein stood up with his hands on his knees and smiled.

"That's it for now. After I leave, I will send a letter to No. 48 Hebang Avenue. If there is no problem, you can just send the letter intact to the address I put in the envelope. "

"no problem."

Emlyn was also very satisfied with this way of handling the situation. He also stood up and walked towards the door with Klein.

The two passed through the partition, and the noisy chatter and laughter in the hall no longer seemed to come from a distance, but reached their ears kindly.

After asking the bartender with a high ponytail if he knew Burkhardt's whereabouts, he only received a denial. Before he regretfully prepared to leave the bar, out of curiosity, Klein asked the question he regretted most tonight.

"How old are you this year?"

"Thirty-seven years old." Emlyn said indifferently.

Thirty-seven years old... Klein was stunned for a moment.

…

"Not smooth?"

Back at the apartment, Sharon, who had been moving in spirit form all night, revealed her true face. She slowly lowered her body in an unrealistic manner. Her complicated long skirt drooped to one side with the help of the breeze, and she sat on her high heels in the living room. on the bench.

At the door of the apartment, Klein, who was taking bits and pieces from the coat hanging on the hanger, suddenly stopped, his face sank into the shadows, and he said with a stuffy nose:

"fine."

He took a deep breath, first took off the "Poison Wine Brooch" on his chest and the light human skin glove on his left hand, and then continued:

"I just suddenly realized that I don't know enough about the vampires."

Who would have thought that the standards for adulthood among the vampires, who number in the hundreds or even thousands at every turn, would be ridiculously low!

The average lifespan of human beings in this world is less than fifty years old. Excluding the important figures above the level of demigods, the average age of the vampires is at least five hundred years old, which is a tenfold difference.

Thirty-seven years old... Thirty-seven years old, divided by ten and converted to human age, wouldn't it be less than four years old?

No wonder I think Emlyn White is immature and more innocent than "The Sun". It turns out that he is not old enough!

Klein, who finally had a chance to talk, sat at the dining table and told Sharon everything about what happened to him tonight.

On the high stool, Miss "Grudge" watched Sherlock Moriarty turn crimson due to drunkenness, her vision was blurred, her eyes were clear and confused, and her pale eyes showed no sympathy. Instead, he shook his head seriously and said pertinently:

"Your conversion is not rigorous. Thirty-seven years old is already an adult in the vampire clan."

…

The light blue starlight adheres to the surface of the amber necklace. The sight cast from a distant place uses this carrier floating on Forsi's chest to appreciate the foggy night scene of Backlund, half with nostalgia and half with joy. sighed:

"The changes are huge. It's a pity that I can't experience the changes here personally."

The iron worm with an oval body stood strangely beside the table. Opposite it was Forsi, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and the gem that was temporarily freed from the restraints of the silver chain and surrounded by the shadow of angel wings.

"I saw signs of disaster coming, and there was a higher-level existence that blocked my view. I think it won't be long before you can truly set foot on this land in the form of a historical projection."

The two tentacles on the head of the wireworm kept trembling, writing characters one by one on the dust in the air.

As soon as these words made entirely of dust were freed from the shackles of the tentacles, they floated to the sky along a fixed trajectory, arranged and combined to form words in front of the sight of the being behind the gem.

"In addition to you, I may also need the help of Duke Antigonus. I hope you can help me convey this."