Chapter 130 Backlund's Secret Gathering

() Looking at Swain standing in front of the monster's corpse, and looking sideways at the "Punisher" who was in charge of restraining him just now to help his half-conscious companion, Klein suddenly felt unspeakable sadness.

Regardless of the Nighthawks, Punishers, or members of the Mechanical Heart, it is almost impossible to become a hero, because everything they do will not be known to the public, and can only be hidden in various confidential documents, but the dangers and Painful yet so real.

Maybe one day, my opponent will be my teammate Klein sighing silently, feeling the heavy weight contained in terms such as "Nighthawk", "Punisher" and "Member of the Mechanical Heart".

At this time, Old Neil sighed and said:

"Let's go and leave them alone."

"Okay." Klein picked up his cane and was about to take a step when he suddenly saw Old Neil still clutching his left hand, so he asked with concern, "Are you injured?"

Old Neil let out a hey and said:

"I got stuck by the flying fragments. If I were young, I would have been able to avoid it. Fortunately, this is just a small problem."

He slightly let go of his right hand, allowing Klein to see the small wound on the back of his left palm that was still dripping with blood.

After confirming that there was no major problem, Klein sighed as he went down the gangway:

"Mr. Neil, you are calmer than I imagined. When the monster is less than two meters away from you, you can still speak words and use spells calmly."

Although the Punisher who lost control and turned into a monster at that time threw himself at Klein, Old Neil was always very close to him.

Facing the compliment, Old Neil immediately laughed and said:

"I'm a senior Nighthawk. Among the dangerous scenes I've experienced, what happened just now didn't even rank in the top ten. I remember one time, when Dunn and I were patrolling the Raphael Cemetery, there were dead people who changed their minds at some point. It became a living corpse, left the grave, and quietly lay in ambush in the shadow of the trees. I passed by without noticing it at all, trying to find a hiding place, hey, you know, but he threw me on the back, pinched the neck."

Klein was a little frightened when he heard it, and he guessed and asked:

"Under these circumstances, can you still calmly cast a spell, or a spell that some voyeur can cast quickly?"

Old Neil glanced at him,

He smiled lowly and said, "No, Dunn dragged the living corpse into deep sleep in time. I said this to tell you that as a Nighthawk, you must not only trust yourself, but also trust your teammates."

"" Klein was silent for a few seconds, half joking and half saying from the bottom of his heart, "Mr. Neil, you are so wise today."

Old Neil took a small step, stepped onto the pier, and replied with disdain:

"It's because you usually only recognize the smallest side of me."

The two walked out of the pier and returned to the front of the Dragon Bar.

Klein put away the revolver, leaned on his cane, took off his coat, and checked for any damage by the light of the gas street lamp.

"It's really lucky, it's just a few wooden thorns that stained a small area." He pulled out the sundries, roughly wiped off the dust, and dressed neatly again.

Old Neil watched with a smile, imitated his tone, and added leisurely: "It's a pity, I can't get reimbursed."

"" Klein couldn't find the words to respond for a while.

I am not such a person! He emphasized a sentence in his heart.

At this time, the public carriage arrived, and Klein took out the silver pocket watch with vine patterns, and opened it to take a look.

"If there is nothing else, I have to go home." He turned his head and said to Old Neil.

Old Neil nodded slightly and said:

"Go back and enjoy your dinner. Don't think about the sleeping spell just now. I will ask Swain to compensate him. He is a rich man. Of course, not today. I have to consider his mood."

"Thank you for your generosity." Klein opened his mouth, and in the end all he could say was this.

He quickly got into the carriage and walked all the way back to Narcissus Street. At this time, it was past seven o'clock, and the sky was completely dark.

Taking out the key and opening the door, Klein saw Melissa taking off the gauze hat and hanging it on the coat rack, so he smiled and said nonsense:

"You just came back?"

At this time, the complex emotions he had accumulated before dissipated, and his whole body became relaxed and warm.

"The school has practical courses today." Melissa explained seriously.

Klein sniffed and smelled the aroma of food. He was startled and asked subconsciously:

"Who is that preparing dinner?"

As soon as the words fell, he and Melissa rushed to answer at the same time:

"Benson!"

There was a little panic in the tone of the two of them.

At this time, Benson, who heard them talking, walked out of the kitchen, wiped his hands on his apron and said:

"Don't you have confidence in my cooking skills? I remember when Melissa didn't know how to cook, you would wait for me to go home and watch me cook eagerly. In fact, cooking is very simple. , such as beef stew with potatoes, boil the beef first, then put the potatoes, and then put the seasoning”

Klein and Melissa glanced at each other and remained silent.

Leaning on his cane and taking off his hat, Klein turned to smile and said:

"I think it's time to hire a handmaid, it's very unhealthy to miss dinner all the time."

"But I don't want strangers to be around when we are chatting, it will make me feel uncomfortable." Melissa subconsciously found another reason to veto it.

While taking off his coat, Klein smiled and said:

"do not worry about it"

At this moment, his expression froze suddenly, and his movements stopped:

It was so dangerous, I almost took off my coat, I have a revolver under my armpit

"Ahem." He cleared his throat and said as if nothing happened, "Don't worry, after we get home, we can let the chore maid to rest in her room, I don't think there is any servant who doesn't like to rest, um, We must find a handmaid who is willing to learn how to cook."

He didn't want to suffer from the dark cooking all the time in the future.

Benson stood at the door of the kitchen, nodded in agreement and said:

"When we are free, we can go to Tingen City to help the Domestic Servants Association. They have a wealth of resources and sufficient understanding in this regard."

"Okay, it's such a happy decision!" Klein ignored Melissa's reluctant eyes.

Backlund, Queens District, Viscount Glaint's house.

Audrey Hall left the ball with her personal maid Annie, went up to the second floor, and entered the bedroom arranged by the Viscount.

With the help of Anne, she slowly took off the gorgeous skirt and light dancing shoes, and put on the pre-prepared black hooded robe.

After putting on the hood, Audrey stood in front of the full-length mirror and began to examine herself.

She saw that most of her face was covered by the shadow of the hood, and only her beautifully curved lips could be clearly noticed.

The black robe, the appearance hidden in the shadows, the mysterious and deep feeling, this is the dress I have always dreamed of! Audrey thought happily.

Uneasy, she added a blue boat-shaped bonnet to the hood, with black check tulle hanging down, making her facial features hazy.

"That's right, that's it!" Audrey stuffed her feet into the calfskin boots, and turned her head to Annie, "You wait here for me, no matter who comes, don't open the door."

Annie looked at the young lady helplessly and said, "But you have to make sure that you will not go out for more than an hour this time."

"You should trust me. In the past few times, I kept my promise." Audrey smiled and approached the personal maid, hugged her, and made a kiss.

Then, she took a few brisk steps back, pulled on her hood, turned around and left the bedroom through the secret door.

She went all the way down and came to the side door of the Viscount's house, and saw a carriage parked there.

The master Grelin stood in the shadows, glanced at Audrey, and praised sincerely:

"Your outfit is really, um, just like the description commonly used by Emperor Roselle, very cool."

"Thank you." Audrey raised her robe and saluted gracefully and joyfully.

The two got into the carriage, left the villa, and came to a house ten minutes away.

Outside the main entrance of the house, Audrey saw the "Apprentice" Forswall and her friend "The Arbiter" Hugh Dilcha who had been in daily contact during this period.

Forsi's brown hair is slightly curly, and her light blue eyes are naturally lazy. She pointed to Hudil next to her and asked:

"She is an excellent persuader and can help you get what you want."

Hudilcha is short in stature, at most 1.5 meters, with delicate and soft features, but his eyebrows and eyes seem to have never opened, and he is quite young.

Although she has messy and rough shoulder-length yellow hair and wears traditional knight training clothes, she has an indescribable majesty and believable charm.

Audrey met the other party several times, and greeted with a smile:

"Miss Hugh, can I trust you?"

"You don't have to worry at all." Hudilcha smiled and made a gesture of invitation.

Just as she was stepping up to keep up with Audrey and Viscount Glaint, a "dang" sound suddenly sounded.

Audrey followed the prestige and saw a three-edged thorn lying quietly at Hudilcha's feet.

"" Audrey and the other party looked at me and I looked at you, and forgot to speak at the same time.

After more than ten seconds, Hudilcha squatted down quickly and quickly, picked up the three-edged thorn, and hid it on his body.

"We must guard against accidents. Some people lack enough sense to be persuaded so easily." Hudilcha explained solemnly.

Audrey nodded speechlessly, and replied in a clear voice:

"I believe you"

"This is a prop to let some guys talk to us calmly." Fors turned her face sideways, looked at the lawn, and added next to her.

The four of them didn't say any more, they took a few steps forward, and knocked on the wooden door with three long and two short intervals.

With a creak, the front door slowly opened, and Audrey, who entered the audience state, saw a lot of people sitting scattered inside. Some of them used various methods to cover up their appearance, such as relying on hoods and masks, while others did not at all. Don't care, frankly bare facial features.

Almost instantly, Audrey noticed the man in black robe sitting on a single sofa.

The man also wears a hood, hiding his face in shadow.

He watched the visitors silently, giving people a sense of condescension.

Very confident, but her eyes are disgusting, her eyes keep moving on me, like two slippery tentacles, trying to take off my clothes goosebumps.

At this time, Forsi introduced:

"That's Mister, a powerful Extraordinary, the convener of this secret gathering."