Hearing the fat pharmacist’s question, Klein laughed in his heart and looked cold:

“Start with your first payment.”

Duckwell first took out a lot of cash without hesitation, and then counted with pain:

“It’s 300 pounds.

"You can fulfill the agreement."

Klein took the bills and nodded:

"no problem."

Duckwil suddenly relaxed a lot, just like a drowning man finally grabbed the lifebuoy.

More than half an hour later, in the "Teyana" hotel, Duckwell stared blankly at the powerful adventurer German Sparo and said to the front desk at night:

“Change a luxury suite.”

After saying that, Klein took two steps back, as if giving up his position to the fat pharmacist.

Duckwell asked hesitantly, swallowing:

"I'll pay?"

"During the mission, all expenses are borne by the employer, which is the rule of adventurers." Klein responded without changing his face.

I believe you are a stupid donkey! Do you call a few girls from the "Red Theater" to come over and I have to pay for you? Duckwell thought for a while and squeezed out a smile and said:

"We can only use one ordinary room, which is easier to protect."

"Then you can live by yourself." Klein played German Sparo effortlessly.

Duckwell laughed twice, walked to the counter, and said without any expression:

“A deluxe suite.”

When he actually moved in and entered the smaller bedroom, the fat pharmacist Duckwell opened the window and left a "door" for the owl Mr. Harry, while taking out the ring box in his pocket to check the condition of the strange dice.

After confirming that the dice was still the same as before, facing upwards at four o'clock and no change, Duckwell quietly breathed.

…………

Beckland, inside an ordinary house.

Ince Zangwell woke up from a deep sleep, and his first reaction was to confirm his own condition.

This is something he will do every day because he has no way of knowing what story "0-08" will weave and what kind of accidents it will bring after he falls asleep.

After confirming that he was not injured, Ince Zangwell put on his bright leather boots and stood up.

Unexpectedly, he saw "0-08" quietly placed on the desk, like the most common quill.

However, it was locked last night in a metal box with layers of symbolic symbols and magical signs.

Ince Zangwell walked over solemnly, holding "0-08" in one hand, and flipping open the notebook next to him with the other, and found that there were nearly a page of text there:

"Ince Zangwell didn't remember what he did last night, but he was keenly aware of some problems.

"He looked into the mirror and found that he felt strange inside, as if another Ince Zangwell had been born in his body.

"He lowered his head and saw obvious abnormalities in the cracks of his fingernails, but he could never recall what he did last night..."

After reading this description, Ince Zangwell could have looked at the full-body mirror in the room, and saw that he was still blind in his eyes. His classical sculpture-like face had no wrinkles, but there was a little smile on the corner of his mouth, which was in sharp contrast with his solemn gaze.

At this moment, Ince Zangwell felt that his face was a little blue, his eyes were dark underneath. Coupled with the smile that he had appeared at all, it looked very gloomy, cruel and weird overall.

He raised his hands, lowered his head, and saw pieces of dry black mud in the cracks of his nails. It seemed that he went to the garden in the middle of the night to dig out the roots of the tree.

Although he had moved from the "Death" path to the "Night" path and became a "night watchman", Ins Zangwell did not lose his extraordinary ability before. He was still a powerful psychic and a mentor in the Necrotic Realm. Therefore, he immediately planned to communicate with the spirits inside and outside the house to understand what happened last night.

At this moment, he glanced out of the corner of his eye to the last paragraph of the notebook:

"Ince Zangwell tried to communicate with the psychic, but sadly found that he had gained nothing. It seemed that someone of the same professional had dealt with all the clues. He was worried that he didn't know what he was involved in last night."

Ince Zangwell's expression became more and more solid, and he tried to communicate with others, but he did not expect any surprise results.

…………

On Wednesday morning, the boss behind the scenes had changed outside the fragrant leaves bar.

Klein walked around a secluded alley and saw Us Kent carrying a small suitcase.

"Your bounty." Us Kent threw the not-so-large suitcase over.

This is actually not a bounty in the true sense. The advance payment of the former involves the Governor's Office and the Kingdom's finances. There are many processes that require it and it will take at least three days to complete.

Klein took the suitcase and opened it on the spot. He saw a stack of neat banknotes inside, mainly 1 pound and 5 pounds.

"There are 5,400 pounds in total, no commission." Us Kent said with a forced smile.

If it were other adventurers, he would give him at most 4,000 pounds, and the rest would be the income of a series of personnel in the link.

But there was a crazy guy on the other side, and his strength was even closer to the pirate general. He was afraid of being shot on the spot and had to work voluntarily.

The military shouldn't have lie to me with counterfeit money... Klein grabbed a stack of money and shook it casually.

5,400 pounds...Dakwell, hiding outside the alley, heard Us Kent's words, glanced at the suitcase, and was blinded by the stacks of gold pounds full of texture.

This was the first time he saw so much money put together.

"Adventurers are really a profitable profession. A pirate can be hunted for thousands of pounds. Protect me for three days and earn 1,000 pounds plus a requirement. Occasionally, I can find shipwrecks and treasures... Why should I be a pharmacist instead of an adventurer? If I know earlier, I should choose the extraordinary lucky way..." Duckwell thought with extreme envy.

However, he quickly remembered the reality, that is, most adventurers are not so rich. Even if they can make a fortune, one-third of their income will be contributed to the pharmacist. They either treat injuries, eliminate old problems, buy medicine to cheer up and deal with hidden diseases.

It’s still safe to be a pharmacist...Duckwell sighed in his heart.

At this time, Klein, who did not carefully count the amount, closed the suitcase and said to Us Kent:

"I will leave Baiyam for a while. If there is any news, how can I notify you?"

"You are leaving Byyam?" Us Kent asked back in surprise.

Klein nodded slightly and said:

"I took a bodyguard mission."

Us Kent suddenly realized, and an inexplicable sense of ease emerged.

If this madman stayed in Byyam for a long time, one day he would cause a big trouble. It would be better to wander on the sea and fight with the pirates... Us Kent immediately smiled:

"You can send a telegram directly and attach my address. The Telegram Office has our people."

"Okay." Klein, wearing a black tweed coat, didn't say much, picked up the suitcase, turned around and left the alley.

He and Duckwell went straight to the port area and prepared to take the earliest passenger ship to Olavi Island. The owl flew among the street trees, looking sneaky and sneaky. They had bought black ship tickets last night.

Half an hour before boarding the ship, Duckwell was quite distressed, afraid that the person who betrayed the teacher would suddenly arrive and attack him.

This emotion lasted until he entered the first class cabin to which he belonged, and it would be difficult for extraordinary people who had no ability to fly or his own ship to intercept it in the middle.

"Drive the boat quickly, drive the boat quickly..." Duckwell murmured to himself as he looked out the window.

At this time, the owl had followed, stopped on his left shoulder, and Crane sat in the room chair, guarding against possible attacks.

At this moment, the sky quickly became dimmer, the wind became louder and louder, and the humidity in the air was obviously rising.

"There is a storm?" Duckwell blurted out his eyes.

This means that the ship may not set sail on time, and may delay for several hours!

And then, Duckwell will bear many unnecessary risks!

He turned his head and looked at German Sparo, squeezed out a smile and said:

"Is there any way you can do it?"

There is, for example, you immediately pray to the "Sea God" Kavetuva, and I will immediately respond to the fog and dispel the storm... But there is no doubt that in a few minutes or even dozens of seconds, "Sea King" Yarn and Cottman will come over, and his attack will be earlier... Klein looked at the fat pharmacist and responded calmly:

"I'm just an adventurer."

Darkwell knew that he shouldn't have unnecessary expectations, so he cursed the weather, turned back to his body, poked his head out of the window, and studied the specific situation.

Boom!

A silver-white lightning flashed down and hit Duckwell directly before Klein reacted.

Darkwil immediately fell down with convulsions, smoking all over his body, burning his skin, and electric snakes ran around.

Klein was almost stunned. This was the first time he saw someone struck by lightning in a thunderstorm.

This is too unlucky... He forgot to rescue Duckwell for a short time.

The Owl Mr. Harry was also stunned for a few seconds, then screamed:

"Hurry, hurry! There is a bottle of potion in the second hidden bag on his left, so feed him!"

The owl could speak... Klein raised his eyebrows, stepped forward a few steps, bent down, found the bottle of blood-red potion, and then forced it into Duckwell's mouth.

After nearly two minutes, Duckwell finally woke up, and while falling off his charred skin, he stood up and said:

"I, I'll deal with the injury."

He staggered into his bedroom and locked the door.

After doing all this, he took out the ring box and opened the lid heavily.

In the ring box with almost no room for rotation, the milky white dice has changed at some point, with the two red dots facing upwards!

In the living room outside, Klein stood there, recalling what had happened before, his brows frowned a little bit.

At this moment, he felt inexplicably that the enemy he was going to face in this bodyguard mission might be different from the past.

When Dakwell recovered initially and came out again, Klein sat in the chair, leaned forward slightly and spoke:

“Explanation.

“It’s about how I provide protection.”
Chapter completed!