Chapter 20 Warning

No. 160 Boklund Street, in a study room with excellent lighting.

There are rows of bookshelves here, and there are many collections. At first glance, it looks like entering a private library.

Klein was sitting on a high-backed chair, looking at today's newspaper, and found that no matter whether it was "Tasok Newspaper" or "Becklund Daily", there was an extra advertisement in a prominent position - transfer of Backlund bicycles 10% of the company's shares.

Mr. Stanton is quite agile in his work. He has completed the financial investigation and valuation in just a few days... Klein secretly sighed with emotion, feeling a sudden inspiration.

He quickly activated his spirit vision, and saw Miss Messenger Reinette Tinekerr coming out of the void, still holding the four blond-haired and red-eyed heads in her hand, one of which was biting a letter.

It should be Miss Sharron's reply... Klein reached out to take it as he thought about it, and nodded slightly:

"thanks."

While speaking, he subconsciously glanced at the door of the study, because Richardson, the personal servant, was on duty outside.

Removing the envelope and spreading out the paper, Klein took a quick glance and confirmed that the owner of the letter is Miss Sharron. She said that she has no intention of buying the "biotoxin bottle" at the moment. After a while, if this magical item is still there, Maybe consider it.

Is this financial situation not well-off enough? Or are you saving money for more important things? Klein thought about it casually, and intuitively thought it was the latter possibility, because the demigod named Zatwin couldn't stay in Backlund forever. With their extraordinary strength and sequence characteristics, it is relatively easy to get money in a relaxed environment. Moreover, they seem to control the black market arms trade in the "Brave Bar" and act as the supporters behind Ian. line, you can earn a lot.

Thinking about it, Klein raised his head and saw four pairs of eight red eyes of Miss Messenger staring at him without turning.

He was taken aback, thinking that the other party wanted to urge to repay the debt, he cleared his throat and said:

"No reply required.

"Within this week, the first arrears will be paid."

Reinette Tinekerr's four heads spoke one by one:

"No..." "Worry..." "No..." "Interest..."

Miss Messenger is still fine... As Klein sighed, Reinette Tinekerr's figure disappeared in place and returned to the depths of the spirit world.

After burning the letter paper and resting for a quarter of an hour, he walked to the door and told Richardson to prepare the carriage.

He planned to go to church before his afternoon philosophy class.

The journey went smoothly, and Klein, who only drank a few sips of black tea, soon arrived at the square outside St. Samuel's Church.

After admiring the sense of peace brought by the white dove for a while, he stepped across the church gate, entered the prayer hall, and sat down at a random place. Richardson sat in the same place as last time, holding his employer's hat and walking stick. Diagonal rear.

During the prayer to empty his mind, Klein was inspired again, and instinctively opened his eyes, looking to the left.

He immediately saw Leonard Mitchell with black hair and green eyes.

This "Nighthawk" didn't wear a windbreaker, a white shirt not tied into the belt, straight-leg pants, and a black vest. His style was very casual.

Seeing the middle-aged gentleman with frosted temples looking over, he nodded with a smile, looked away, closed his eyes, and pretended to pray.

He wasn't worried that the other party would find out that he was looking at him, because he just glanced at him without any unnecessary movements. Many believers had similar behaviors just now.

A gentleman with good looks and good temperament will inevitably receive a certain degree of attention when he enters here. Leonard Mitchell himself is often watched by others, and he has a deep understanding of this.

At this time, a slightly old voice sounded in his mind:

"it's him."

Heh, I have lived up to my efforts to run to the church yesterday and today... Leonard thought with a little satisfaction, but remained calm on the surface.

Klein was also pretending to pray, thinking about the doubts in his heart:

"When did Leonard become so pious?

"Though he is certainly more pious than I am,

But definitely not the kind that goes to church every day, only once a week, or even two weeks...

"He came here with a purpose? He seemed to be looking at me just now..."

Thinking of this, Klein suddenly realized:

"The grandfather in his body is the angel of the Zoroaster family, that is, the angel of the 'thief' path...

"Amon the Blasphemer is the king of angels in this path. He can detect the gray fog and even want to invade it...

"So, the grandfather in Leonard's body has a great possibility to have noticed the power or traces of the gray mist on my body!"

After making such a judgment, Klein suddenly raised his heart, as if the surroundings were covered with dangerous traps.

He kept his prayer movements unchanged, and the eyes under his eyelids did not move. The whole person was calm and introverted, which was completely consistent with the atmosphere inside the church.

After an unknown amount of time, he got up slowly, walked towards the altar, came to the offering box, and put a total of 50 pounds of banknotes into it.

Then, as before, he smiled and nodded to the bishop and pastor in charge today, and got quite friendly responses.

All the way out of St. Samuel's Church, Klein took the hat from Richardson and fed the white pigeons in the square for ten minutes.

And behind him, believers who finished praying came out one after another, including Leonard Mitchell.

Klein didn't look at the location of the main entrance, clapped his hands leisurely, took the gold-encrusted cane, and walked towards the four-wheeled carriage parked nearby.

Leonard also fed the pigeons in the square, watching the target board the carriage and leave, but he had no intention of following.

Since the other party has an ancient aura and has gained the attention of the sojourner in the body, he certainly dare not be negligent or take direct actions, that would be very dangerous.

He was going to check the periphery first and collect the necessary information.

It will be time to see what the old man says... and there is no direction for investigation now. The number of high-end carriages in Backlund is quite limited. Whether it is your own or rented, it is easy to determine the source, and then Then I will know the identity and origin of that gentleman... Leonard looked at the white dove and thought leisurely.

He is a "Nighthawk" with rich experience, and he is an elite "red glove" in "Nighthawk"!

At this moment, a white pigeon flew over with fluttering wings, with a note in its beak.

Leonard frowned and stretched out his left palm, watching the white pigeon lower its altitude, drop the note, then flap its wings and fly up again.

Raising his hand to hold the note, Leonard unfolded it vigilantly and suspiciously, and saw that there were only two words on it:

"Zoroaster;

"Parasite."

This... Leonard's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt that the hairs all over his body stood up, and his emotions tended to explode in an instant.

That gentleman saw through my secret?

As expected of a person with an ancient aura!

He might really be one of the remaining undead monsters from the Fourth Epoch!

Is he warning me? Tell me to stay out of his affairs, not even get close to him?

At this moment, thinking back to the middle-aged gentleman with white sideburns and deep blue eyes, Leonard Mitchell felt that every move of the other party carried a strong sense of intimidation, making people dare not look directly at him or approach him .

He suddenly lost the idea of ​​​​investigating the other party, watched the white pigeons fall at the same time, and lowered his voice:

"Old man, that may be your old friend.

"If you want to investigate something, wait until your strength has almost recovered."

"Old friend..." The slightly aged voice repeated these two words, seeming to have some doubts, but not sure what.

Leonard quickly restrained his emotions, chuckled and said:

"So you are from the Zoroaster family..."

At this time, less than a hundred meters away, the intersection of Paisfield Street and other streets.

Dwayne Dantès, with black hair mixed with a little silver thread, leaned back against the wall of the compartment, and slowly closed his eyes, hiding the sharp facial features in the shadow of the car.

On the side of his stand-in servant Richardson, a middle-aged man in a dark red coat and an old tricorne hat appeared in phantom, bowed to his master, and then disappeared without disturbing anyone.

The carriage turned slowly, and a group of white pigeons flew up in the square.

…………

After returning home and entering the room with the large balcony, Klein, who was silent along the way, sighed silently.

If Leonard did not accept the warning under the bewitching of that old man, he would have to write another note, which read: "I know where 'blasphemer' Amon is."

The implication is that if you disturb my affairs again, I will tell "blasphemer" Amon that there is an angel from the Zoroaster family here.

This doesn't make the old man feel that Dwayne Dantès is weak and has to rely on others to fight him. It's closer to a kind of politeness and respect for an angel with no more than three warnings.

If you still don't restrain yourself after two warnings, then the solution is not just to notify "blasphemer" Amon.

Well, there is a high probability that they will be able to deter them. The old man must have other plans or difficulties in choosing superficial parasitism, and he probably doesn't want to be thrown off the poker table by me... Hehe, I have to thank "Magic Mirror" for this matter Arrods, if I hadn't known in advance that there was a "thief" angel in Leonard's body, I would definitely not have found out that I was being targeted, let alone warn them with appropriate words and methods... Klein was in a calmer mood I thought to myself, the tension and panic that I had before was gone.

While he was relaxing, there was a knock on the door, and Richardson, the personal servant, said:

"Sir, the butler is looking for you."

"Ask him to come in." Klein turned and left the balcony, and returned to the semi-open room.

Walter, wearing white gloves, opened the door and said:

"Sir, your philosophy teacher, Mr. Hamid, has arrived."

Philosophy class... Klein rubbed his forehead with a headache.

He had heard from Walter before that Mr. Hamid was a believer of the Lord of Storms, so was the famous scholar Luermi, and a large number of philosophers in the Loen Kingdom were also.

This surprised him quite a bit, because in his mind the Stormtroopers equaled the Grumpy Brothers.

It seems that the impression of being dull and not objective enough... Heh, the prerequisite for becoming a philosopher is that you can't find a wife, or the family relationship is not harmonious? While complaining, Klein tidied up his clothes, walked towards the door, and said to the housekeeper Walter:

"Okay, I'll go now."

PS: I will take half a day off tomorrow, which is the chapter at noon, because I have to think about how to unfold it a bit.

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . 4 Novels.com mobile version reading website: