"I'm just asking for you, but I may not be successful."
When Klein heard the other party's uncertain reply, he smiled casually, seemingly casually:
"no problem."
After all, after experiencing the deaths of Detective Zerrell and Meursault, Klein gained a considerable fortune.
The sealed artifacts of the "Interrogator" path, the characteristics of the "Hunter", and the characteristics of the "Weapon Master" add up to nearly 8,000 pounds. No matter how you say it, it can be regarded as a considerable fortune.
At Ian's prompting, Klein, who knew a lot about Backlund's rules, took out a gold coin from his pocket and pushed it to the other person with a smile.
Kaspars looked at him deeply, then put away the gold coins on the table familiarly, and limped out of the billiard room.
Ten minutes later, the apparent person in charge of the Brave Bar returned to the room, his face calm and unremarkable.
"He said that you should go there in person." Caspars reminded him with a snort as he picked up the pool cue that was placed on the table with his own hands.
"Thank you." The smile on Klein's lips became even wider, and combined with the stiff expression on his face, it gave people a somewhat cold feeling.
He nodded slightly, followed Caspars who put down the pool cue again, stepped on the opponent's not very neat footsteps, passed through the bar where the number of guests was gradually increasing, looked at Ian who was still sitting at the bar, and entered
The bar is next to the kitchen.
Caspars, who had always been flowing smoothly, seemed to have encountered an invisible obstacle at this time. He paused and knocked lightly on an ordinary wooden door next to him. After hearing the response from inside the house, he opened the door with Ke
Ryan pushed open the door and entered.
This is a medium-sized card room, and there are more than a dozen people playing Texas Hold'em poker in it.
Klein, who was following Caspars, glanced with his ice-blue eyes. In his vision, which had already turned on his spiritual vision, he saw that there was only one target in the room whose spiritual appearance was relatively normal, but also very cold, similar to a checkmate.
man of.
In the room, more than a dozen people were wearing either dark gray or dark blue workers' uniforms. Only the person sitting in the middle was wearing a decent white shirt and black vest.
The man's face was pale, and there was deep malice hidden in his deep-set eyes.
They are all dead people, and even the extraordinary person does not look like a normal living person. No wonder the church information says that the followers of the "Rose School" are very evil... Klein used the side effects of the human skin mask and "
The "clown" was confident in facial control, taking off his hat and saluting very naturally, smiling and saying hello.
It was clearly a scene of an abnormal living person and a dozen dead bodies gathering in a dimly lit room, but Klein's response at this time seemed to outsiders to be calm, as if it was commonplace.
Little did they know, behind the scenes, the "confident" Mr. Sherlock Moriarty had secretly touched the Azik bronze whistle hidden in his pocket, stroking its cold and soft surface with his fingers.
Kaspars, who was frightened by this strange scene, saw that he had completed his task, nodded to the opposite side, and took the initiative to exit the room.
Since he had already seen a lot of them, and Klein was acting very calm at this time, the man sitting opposite did not pour out his malice and madness wantonly. Instead, he remained silent for a long time before asking in a low voice:
"Are you looking for a bodyguard?"
"That's right." Since he decided to start establishing a character, Klein recalled the images of Professor Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes in his impression, and responded calmly, still keeping a smile on his face.
Although under his disguise, he was wary of the strange abilities of this suspected cultist, he also felt a sense of peace of mind.
After all, the stronger the bodyguard is, the safer he will be, and he should be able to avoid the problems that arise when he works as an assistant to Detective Zerrell.
Seeing that the other party's answer was quite calm, the pale man in the black vest glanced at the dim environment in the room, raised his chin and said:
"Why do you want a bodyguard?"
"How much are you willing to pay for this?"
Klein, who had never wanted to hide his identity as a Beyonder, kept smiling and spoke out the plan he had planned long ago without hesitation:
"I provoked a big shot in the gang. He may have some background in politics, which led to me being targeted by the extraordinary person under the patron."
"If you are willing to take on this task, I may be able to pay for a Sequence Nine attribute and the corresponding potion formula."
"Oh, if you think this reward is not enough, I can also pay with gold pounds and items of higher value, but the gold pounds may have to wait."
The card room suddenly became very quiet, and the corpses that were still moving stopped moving, and there was no movement at all.
With malice in his eyes and a slightly crazy temperament, the man froze in place, his brown eyes showing a hint of confusion.
"You're talking about that gangster. Who is the force behind him?" After half a minute, the gentleman who didn't look like a living person replied belatedly.
Maybe he really has a way? Seeing that the other party did not reject him directly, Klein raised his eyebrows and said calmly:
"The executioner of the Zigman Party, Meursault, as for his supporter, should be the Ambassador of Intis to Backlund."
"Meursault is dead, and the characteristics I want to use as reward are his, including the 'Hunter' formula."
It seemed that he felt that he did not have enough chips, and his experience in this area was limited to TV series. Klein paused for a moment and then added:
"If the bodyguard is really attacked during the process, you will have to choose the trophies first."
To be honest, such conditions are already very generous. If it were placed at an ordinary extraordinary gathering, and if it was really an ordinary bodyguard mission, Klein might still need to make a decision and choose an extraordinary bodyguard that is more suitable for him.
But this task involves an ambassador, an ambassador from a great country.
The man sitting on the chair, surrounded by many living corpses, still seemed to be slow to react, looking at Klein's back with distracted eyes. After a long time, he slowly breathed out and said in a low tone:
"Yes, but not now. After the red moon, there will be a Sequence Five Beyonder who agrees to your request."
"As for the reward, if you use extraordinary characteristics to pay, the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Hunter' are not enough, so you need to increase the price. If it is gold pounds, 1,000 pounds for three days."
1,000 pounds for three days!
You might as well go grab it!
Thanks to the side effects of the human skin mask and the "clown" ability, Klein did not directly change his expression, but still maintained a stiff smile, looking very calm.
He paused for a while, as if he was examining whether the other party's strength was worthy of so much money, and said in a mellow voice:
"Okay, but like I said, I need some time."
This is normal. After all, few ordinary Beyonders can casually take out 1,000 pounds in cash.
To this, the man in the black vest had no objection. He just nodded slowly, then waved his right hand gently, and the living corpses in the room became active again.
With the sound of chips and playing cards being flipped, Klein wisely took the initiative to exit the room.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Kaspars with horrific scars on his face standing in the corridor, supporting his weight with his still intact legs and leaning against the wall.
"I may have to do it again." Klein said calmly as he rubbed his cheeks that were starting to hurt.
"Failed?" Kaspars glanced at the door and asked with some concern.
Feeling the soreness coming from both sides of his cheeks, Klein took a few steps before answering in a deep voice:
"No, it's just that he recommended another more powerful Beyonder. I need to wait."
"More powerful?" Kaspars, who didn't show any surprise at first, was suddenly startled, then returned to his usual composure, and said slowly, "There is actually a stronger Beyonder than Maric. He is the most powerful person I know.
The terrifying one is not even afraid of bullets and can blow up an iron plate with one punch!"
Feeling the sincere tone of the other party, Klein chuckled and said nonchalantly:
"It's normal. There are always stronger ones among extraordinary people."
Maybe it's because Klein gave him a pound of introduction fee just now, or maybe because his introduction was useful, Kaspars is in a better mood now, and he is excited after learning that there is an Extraordinary person who is more powerful than Maric.
He quickly threw it behind his head and slammed his left chest:
"May the storm be with you!"
What does it mean?
Klein, who saw Caspars next to him suddenly praising Storm, was a little confused and looked at him blankly.
As if sensing Klein's puzzled gaze, Kaspers quickly put down his right hand and said with a smile:
"Anyway, there can be no one more powerful than the great Storm Lord."
No, if everything in the "Secret" notes is true, then at least "myself" and the Creator who should have fallen are stronger than the so-called True God now... Klein breathed a sigh of relief and replied in the same way.
with a smile.
"The power of the gods must be unmatched."
As he spoke, he quickened his pace and walked toward the light, preparing to leave with Ian.
............
"It is strictly forbidden to escape from this place!"
A golden flash mixed with starlight floated in mid-air. Surrounded by blue flames, Ambrosius looked down at the gray-white dragon below with extremely cold eyes.
The giant dragon with thorny spikes on its back, broad wings, and scales as thick as stone slabs roared angrily, and several ferocious bloody wounds suddenly appeared on its body, falling from the "sky" of the subconscious ocean.
The vitality on its body is disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The dense mysterious patterns on the thick scales gradually fade away, and the blood waterfall gushing from the wound dyes the gray-white scales red.
The golden vertical eyes glared at the angel in mid-air with hatred. Knowing that it was impossible to leave alive, the "Dreamweaver" dragon let out its final roar.
Even if it dies, it will not let the other party leave like this!
The sound of explosions sounded suddenly, the earth tore apart, the sky became dark, and the vague dragon king ignored the surrounding creatures. The malice and pollution overflowing from his scales were almost substantial.
"Dream Weaver" can always arouse people's inner fears and weave the characters and dreams they want to present.
This is the shadow of Ambrosius when he was a weak human being.
This is an ancient relic that has been buried in history.