Al Hasson echoed:

"Indeed, it is hard to imagine that the subsequent 'Divorcer' would be 'Clown'. According to normal logic, no one would associate them together."

"Is this strange? I remember many sequence potions of the routes, and there is no necessary connection before and after." The black-haired lady Luo Luota yawned and saw that her injuries were serious, so that "the goddess's gaze" could not help her maintain her vigorous energy.

"No, Luoluota, this is completely different. Even if other sequence potions lack connection, we can find some common ground in other aspects. However, I can't understand that the 'Divorcer' and 'Clown' are not good." Al Hasson shook his head and sighed.

Klein listened to their comments and laughed:

"No, there is still something in common."

"What is it?" Al asked curiously, Dunn's movement of extending his arm also slowed down significantly.

Klein answered seriously:

“Whether it is a 'Divorcerer' or a 'Clown', it can be found in a circus.”

"..." Al, Dunn and Luoluota were stunned.

"Puff...good answer, I like young people like you!" The black-haired lady Luo Luota came to her senses first and laughed out loud.

Al then smiled and shook his head and said:

"In this era, there are fewer and fewer gentlemen with self-deprecating spirit. Fortunately, we meet another one today."

Do you think I like to laugh at myself... Didn't I think of other things in common? Klein whispered a few words in his heart, and replied with a slightly bitter smile:

"I just hope that this sequence path will not show the names of "Beast Tamer", "Acrobat", "Magician", etc., so that it will really form a circus."

And it's a group of one person...

"Haha." Dunn and others were immediately amused by his words, and the carriage was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The carriage walked forward and came all the way to Zotland Street. Klein, who was not injured, first entered the Black Thorn Security Company.

"Goddess! What did you encounter? How did you become like this?" Luo Shan looked casually and spoke in shock.

Klein looked down at his dirty and broken formal attire, and still replied with heartache:

"There are always such and such accidents in the mission. Fortunately, the goddess is blessed and the ending is beautiful."

"Praise the goddess!" Luo Shan painted a "crystal moon" devoutly on her chest.

Before Klein could speak, she asked:

"We need to go to the third floor again to hide? Is that seal really that dangerous?"

"Believe me, it's more dangerous than you think." Klein replied with lingering fear.

If I hadn’t had the more mysterious “transfer ceremony”, I would have explained it today at “2-049”!

"Goddess..." Luo Shan's lips twitched, and there seemed to be a lot of things to say and a lot of questions to ask, but considering that the captain was waiting below, she finally endured the impulse and called Mrs. Oriana and others to the third floor - next door to the Black Thorn Security Company, upstairs and downstairs, either belonging to the church industry or living a pious priest who knew the situation.

After all the civilians were evacuated, Klein did not rush to the entertainment room to notify other night watchers. He immediately returned and assisted the captain and others in escorting the seal "2-049", the remains of the monster Bieber and the notes of the Antigonus family to the second floor.

Through the partition, Dunn pushed open the door of the entertainment room and said to the two night watchers who were playing the Gent card:

"Fry, Luo Yao, you go to the Tyriel Warehouse in the dock area immediately to assist Leonard in handling the follow-up."

"Okay." The lady Luo Yao, who had black hair and a cold expression, got up first.

Fry, the "corpse collector" with black hair and blue eyes and pale skin, stood up straight.

They put down the Gent and walked out of the entertainment room, and obviously paused as they passed through the partition.

"Wait." Dunn shouted without letting everyone down.

"Is there anything else?" Luo Yao asked with his expression turning his head without changing.

"Remember to notify the police and ask them to block the road. Don't let anyone get close until you handle the scene and carry the body back." Dunn patted his forehead lightly.

"Okay." Luo Yao turned around, walked forward two steps, and paused again.

She turned around, blinked her eyes, and confirmed coldly:

"Captain, is there nothing else?"

"No." Dunn replied firmly.

Luo Yao nodded invisibly and walked towards the gate first.

Fry, who has a cold and dark temperament, still maintains a speed that is neither fast nor slow.

At this moment, Dunn spoke again:

"Remember, remember to tell Roshan and Mrs. Oriana that they can come down."

"No problem." Fry replied calmly, almost without any emotional fluctuations.

Watching the two night watchmen walk out of the gate and climb to the third floor, Klein quietly breathed a sigh of relief, followed the captain, Al and others into the underground, and walked straight to the two Channis gates.

"You go to the arsenal and find Old Neil to come over. We need his ritual magical treatment." Dunn signaled the stay-at-home "Sleepless" Cohenley to open the Chanis door while instructing Klein.

As the effect of the potion faded, his spirit gradually became weak.

"Okay." Klein said to himself without waiting for the captain to add, "I will guard the arsenal on behalf of Old Neil, and will apply for at least twenty more demon hunting bullets, and wait for the approval of the church to resist the curiosity of the Antigonus family notes."

"..." Dunn couldn't find the language to deal with it for a moment.

"Captain, there's nothing else?" Klein asked with a smile, finishing the quick answer.

Dunn shook his head, but still couldn't speak.

Taking out the cane, turning around, and walking a piece, Klein turned to the arsenal and told the old Neil who was drinking water about the general story.

"It turned into an out-of-control monster...you also killed an extraordinary person?" Old Neil quickly packed the table, "I'm like I'm listening to a script of a drama."

He mumbled around the table, aiming directly into the corridor, without waiting for Klein's answer.

Klein asked curiously:

"Mr. Neil, does the church have no real healing potion? It still needs the help of ritual magic."

"The agents prepared by ordinary materials cannot solidify the therapeutic effects from the ritual for a long time. The extraordinary materials are very rare, and most of them are not suitable for doing this kind of thing." Old Neil casually explained, "You should know the 'Goddess' Gaze'. When this agent was first made through the ritual, it was a standard, real healing agent, but every minute after that, the effect evaporated until only a little left."

"That's it..." Klein nodded slightly disappointed.

As a former "keyboard adventurer" and a game enthusiast, yearning for healing potions is really a matter of habit.

Watching Old Neil leave, he sat down and felt the peace that had been away for a long time.

In such peace, he recalled the tragic situation of the tuxedo clown when he died, his cold-blooded shooting, and the hideous wounds and the blood gushing out of Bobo.

Klein's body gradually trembled, and his heart was filled with discomfort. He stood up first, then sat down, and then slowly repeated the process, mixed with walking back and forth.

"Hu..." He exhaled, intending to find something for himself to do so as not to always think of those bad scenes.

Klein took off his top hat, took off his formal clothes, took out his handkerchief and brush, and carefully cleaned up the dirt and dust from his clothes.

I don't know how long he heard the familiar footsteps of Old Neil - it was a special one created by the heels falling to the ground.

"It's really exhausting..." Old Neil complained and walked into the room.

"Tell others that I don't come here for an hour, I need a certain rest." His eyes swept over Klein and gave a casual command.

"Why don't you go upstairs to rest and I'll guard here?" Crane suggested kindly.

Old Neil shook his head:

"It's too noisy on it. Little Rosan is a girl who can't stop talking."

"Okay." Klein did not insist anymore, put on his coat, put on his hat, picked up his cane, returned to the corridor, and pulled the door of the arsenal to half-cover.

Da, da, da, he walked slowly in the open aisle and suddenly saw a room next to him that he had never seen before.

"There is a secret door here..." Klein stopped near the corner and looked at the room.

He found that the "corpse collector" Fry had returned and was checking in detail a completely stripped corpse.

The body? Klein's heart moved, he mustered up the courage to approach the room, and knocked on the open door three times.

Dong, Dong, Dong.

Fry stopped, turned around, and looked over with his blue and cold eyes.

"Sorry, I'm disturbing you. I just want to know if this is the corpse of that extraordinary person?" Klein asked in a careful tone.

"Yes." Fry's thin lips opened and closed, but he only spitted out one word.

Klein's eyes passed over him and looked at the corpse, and indeed found the familiar hideous wound on his forehead.

It was the tuxedo clown... Klein secretly breathed:

"Have you found anything?"

"No." Fry replied exceptionally concisely.

The atmosphere was awkward, and Klein was thinking of saying goodbye, but Fry spoke up:

"If you feel uncomfortable, come in and take a look, and you will find that it's just a corpse."

Afraid that I have a psychological disorder? Klein nodded thoughtfully:

"OK."
To be continued...