Attending Mr. A's party is not something worth worrying about. A strong man who stands under the saints of the Aurora Society can definitely summon more resources.
And there is a "secret" relationship. Even if something goes wrong, as long as it is not the arrival of demigods from the kingdom's military or the church, I will not be the one to be afraid... Klein calmly analyzed the pros and cons.
The decision was made in a flash.
Oh, when will I become a despicable second-generation extraordinary person...
His slightly dazed eyes looked towards the transaction going on in the last building, feeling a little sad for a moment.
Unfortunately, the final deal failed. After it was determined that the miscarriage had occurred, Mr. "Eye of Wisdom", the convener, arranged for each member to leave separately.
Today's trading volume is higher than before, so there is a greater risk of fighting midway.
He arranged for Klein to be the third one to leave. Instead of taking the secret passage in the basement like the previous ones, he left directly through the main entrance.
Klein took off his robe, returned it to the waiter, and then made a familiar circle, passing through the alley to the back door of the Brave Bar.
This is the place where he and Ian made an appointment.
Sure enough, after opening the door, the greasy smell of the bar chef and Ian were waiting here.
This big boy, who was in a poor mental state and lacked sleep, seemed a little at a loss and was wandering on the slightly dirty floor.
"What's wrong? Haven't you found anyone who is good at blasting?" Klein patted the dust on his double-breasted coat and asked casually.
With a tangled expression, Ian glanced at his employer, bit his lip, and considered:
"No, I found someone who is good at blasting, but he is an Extraordinary, a relatively powerful Extraordinary."
He observed Klein's expression with some concern and added another sentence.
"At least better than Mr. Zarrell."
This is the strongest extraordinary person he has ever seen - not counting those from MI9.
How did Ian judge that there was an Extraordinary person who was stronger than Zerrell? Klein raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything. He just took out a coin from his pocket at some point and tossed it up with familiarity.
Zheng!
The brass-colored penny lay face up and fell back into Klein's gloved right palm.
There is no danger... He smiled more relaxedly, held the chain-blade cane in his left hand tighter, and called to Ian:
"You can take me to see it."
Silently, the spiritual perspective and the "substitute" on the right hand were opened at the same time.
Densely dense illusory black filaments appeared, and in Klein's vision, the movements of every living creature in the bar were clearly visible at this time. The strong visual feedback almost overwhelmed his brain.
After a few breaths, the initial flood of discomfort gradually disappeared, leaving only a little throbbing pain.
He endured this less obvious torture and followed Klein. After walking a few steps, he came to the entrance of a short and narrow corridor.
He glanced at Kaspars who had spotted him in the distance, raised the cane in his hand in response, and smiled in greeting.
Immediately, he walked into the corridor very relaxedly and knocked on the wooden door at the end without any obvious precautions. Ian looked behind him in a daze.
He remembered that Mr. Moriarty was a very cautious person.
After knocking a few times, a cold feeling came from behind the door. A body without spiritual threads opened the door. The green-faced living corpse looked at Klein's appearance. After humming a few times,
He gave way to the door.
"Good evening Malic." He symbolically raised the cane in his hand.
Ian also walked into the room at this time, his face was pale, and he was obviously very afraid of the living corpses in the room.
With suppressed madness in his eyes, Maric, who was wearing a black vest, trousers, and no jacket, looked away from the card table. It was obvious that he was not in a good state at this time. He just nodded without making any further expression.
Then, with Ian's obviously shocked gaze and Mari Chiten's straightening movement, Klein turned slightly sideways and slowly saluted in a relatively standard manner like at the card table, in the air not occupied by living corpses.
He lowered his waist and said in a calm voice:
"Good evening, Miss Bodyguard."
After all, this mysterious "ghost spirit" did not tell Klein her name.
In mid-air, a slightly hazy figure emerged from the color of the background. The complicated palace dress gradually became clear. Her blond hair, blue eyes and pale skin formed her exquisite appearance. She performed a standard palace ceremony with great restraint.
She also remained silent, just like when Klein hired her.
Klein glanced at Ian, who was a little stunned beside him, and smiled:
"I didn't expect that the experts Ian found who were good at blasting would be you."
The malice in his eyes was more obvious than usual, and Maric's voice seemed to have been affected by his sanity.
"We are all experts at blasting."
The bodyguard lady floating in the air lowered her figure slightly, glanced at the black glove on Klein's right hand with her blue eyes, and said in an ethereal voice:
"Have you obtained clues about the entrance to the basement?"
Her question sounded vague, as if it would be extremely difficult to say another word.
But Klein, who went on an adventure to the underground ruins together, easily understood what the other party meant and answered without much thought:
"In about three or four days, I will be able to obtain information about the owner of the basement ruins. Now, sealing its entrance to prevent the hidden secrets from being discovered is the first choice."
At the end of their protection mission, they had already reached a consensus when they parted ways, and the two of them worked together to explore this unexpectedly discovered ruins.
At the same time, what they did not mention was the red-haired soul with extremely high status and terrifying strength hidden in the ruins.
Although they had no intention of helping him out of trouble, the various rewards offered by the other party were still quite tempting.
After receiving a positive answer, Sharon did not ask any more questions, but looked at Maric sitting at the card table.
Do you want me and Maric to blow up the entrance to the basement together?
Klein looked at the seven or eight living corpses in the room with dull movements and was quite satisfied.
Although it is obviously easier for the bodyguard lady to set up the explosion here, Maric's living corpse will have a better disguise effect as long as it is disguised as a worker.
After all, Detective Moriarty completed the blasting work alone, and with a guide and several workers with low IQs completed the blasting work, it must be reasonable behind.
"So when do we act?" This sentence was said to Maric.
But the man who was fighting against the malice in his heart was stunned for a moment, then looked at the bodyguard lady beside him, and said strangely:
"Didn't Sharon mean that she would take some of my living corpses with her?"
Sharon?
This is the name of the bodyguard, and Maric actually said it directly. Is his condition so bad?
Klein's expression was a little confused, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the bodyguard lady, Sharon. He saw an inconspicuous flash of dissatisfaction in the lady's eyes, then returned to calmness in an instant, and nodded calmly.
Ha... The corners of Klein's mouth turned up little by little, he looked at Ian beside him, and explained
"Ian is responsible for our usual activities and contacts, so it shouldn't affect us too much."
Since there is no messenger, we still have to rely on artificial methods... Klein whispered in his heart, missing Mr. Azik's powerful messenger.
Since Tingen's resurrection, he has never used the bronze whistle again, just as a thought.
Alas... He sighed softly, but found that the place where the copper whistle was in his pocket felt cold.
The living corpse standing next to him suddenly became agile and rushed towards his jacket pocket, frightening Ian who was behind Klein and almost screamed.
what's the situation!
He subconsciously thought that Maric was going to attack him, but then he thought, with Miss Sharon here, if he really wanted to attack, his extraordinary characteristics would be ready to be released in less than ten seconds.
Sure enough, the living corpse that popped up without warning only had the strength of an ordinary person. Before he could take two steps, Klein used his fighting skills to bring him down to the ground.
At the same time, with Miss Sharon as the center, a cold wind blew up, and the struggling living corpse quickly calmed down. After Klein tentatively let go, it wandered to the corner of the room and squatted down facing the wall.
The other living corpses seemed to be similarly affected. Their already dull eyes looked even more dazed, and they all stood there like tree trunks.
Seeing that the situation was out of his control, Maric's eyes became more malicious, glaring at the hem of Klein's coat, barely maintaining his rationality, and asked:
"What did you just trigger?"
As the cold feeling on the left side of his body gradually disappeared, Klein adjusted the glasses that were falling on the bridge of his nose and said with some helplessness:
"A magical item. It attracts dead bodies from time to time."
He blurred the negative effects of Azik's bronze whistle, and at the same time moved his shoulder and left hand, allowing the "Silent Sword" and chain-blade cane, which were carried behind his back like musical instruments, to attract Maric's attention.
The last time he took action, he had exposed the fact that he possessed extraordinary items. In a few days, Miss Sharon might have told her companions about this.
............
At the intersection of Iron Cross Street, under the dim gas streetlight, Azik, wearing a black formal suit and a white shirt, looked around blankly for a week, and an indescribable feeling came to his heart.
"It's a very familiar scent, but it's not too real. Are there other Beyonders of the 'God of Death' path around here?"
Azik closed his eyes slightly, feeling that his fate was no longer clear, as if a large fog was floating in front of the road.
Ever since he started hunting down Ince Zangwill, this foggy feeling had been haunting him.
"Perhaps it was him using 0-08 to influence me..." After thinking for a while, Azik gave up the decision to pursue the erratic aura.
In his current state, if he really encounters a demigod on the "Corpse Collector" path, nothing good will probably happen.
The already biting cold wind became even colder. On the streets of Iron Cross Street, the gentleman of medium build who was standing under the streetlight had disappeared.