Chapter 126 Specialization

The boundless gray mist floated quietly, and there was a slight friction sound on the long bronze table.

Klein changed his sitting position and pondered over the details of the evil spirit incident more and more solemnly. He believed more and more that he and Miss Sharron completely ignored the possibility of Rafter Pound's problems at that moment:

"This belongs to the extraordinary ability of the 'Conspirator' of the 'Red Priest' pathway?

"And this is closer to the deception in the normal category. It only has the effect of supernatural power in the subtleties. Therefore, even if I enter the mysterious space above the gray fog, I will not be passively aware of being deceived. I must actively think and Analysis to find the problem?

"If I didn't know from Mr. Azik that the evil spirit is suspected to have fallen from the 'Red Angel' Medici, I wouldn't think there was a problem at all, and it would be impossible to hire Miss 'Magician' to go to Williams Street to find anomalies. sign……"

After thinking for a few minutes, Klein took out a pen and paper, ready to use divination to confirm his speculation.

After deliberating for a while, he finally wrote down the "Dream Divination" statement:

"The current situation of Rafter Pound from Baron."

Putting down the crimson round-bellied pen, Klein held the paper on which the divination statement was written, and leaned back on the back of the chair.

He first recalled the Rafter Pound information he possessed, then closed his eyes, recited the sentence silently, and entered meditation.

Klein's thoughts quickly calmed down, and he quickly fell into a dream.

In the gray world, intermittent images flashed one after another, and finally settled on the house at No. 29 Sivelas Street.

In the warm living room, Rafter Pound was wearing cotton wool pajamas, holding a wine glass filled with red liquid, standing quietly at the window, looking at the headquarters of the Backlund Police Department diagonally opposite.

The baron's gray temples became more and more obvious, the puffy bags under the eyes were stained with a black color, and the wrinkles on his forehead, eyes and mouth were deeper than his forties.

His pupils were not serious but abnormally dilated, his cheeks were flushed, and his expression was smiling. There was a slight but abnormal change from what Klein had seen before.

Sure enough, there was something wrong with him here... Klein left the dream and thought about how to deal with the evil spirits.

There is no doubt that he has a habit of thinking in this regard. When Miss Sharon cannot be contacted, his first reaction is to report!

But how to report it? Klein thought about it for a while, then manifested the figure of "The World" and asked him to pray:

"Through reliable channels, deliver the following message to the Church of the Evernight Goddess and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.

"The news is: Senior spies from Fusac and Intis gathered on Williams Street for an unknown purpose.

"Remuneration, 100 pounds."

This is a statement that Klein has repeatedly considered. He directly revealed that things such as the "King of Angels", "Red Priest", the Medici family, and the remains of the Tudor dynasty are indeed more important to the church and the military, but it is also easy for the responsible The "magician" Miss Forsi who reported was targeted by the official organization, which was extremely dangerous.

The statement "Senior spies from Fusac and Intis gathered on Williams Street" is not only relatively soft, it is something that ordinary Extraordinary people have the opportunity to detect, and it is enough to make the church and the military vigilant.

Send out corresponding powerhouses and take the most effective means.

As for what was found out later, it belongs to their contribution and has nothing to do with the whistleblower.

As for the option of asking Mr. Azik for help, Klein had considered it, but finally decided to give it up, because the evil spirit was suspected to be the king of angels in his lifetime. It was very dangerous, and Mr. Azik who was still recovering might not be able to deal with it.

After pondering for a while, Klein turned the manifested scene into a stream of light, and threw it into the crimson star that symbolizes Miss "Magician".

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Backlund, Jorwood District.

Forsi received the reply from Mister "World", and was taken aback for a while.

"Is that the senior spy of Fusac and Intis?" She murmured to herself in astonishment, believing that the materials she had provided could not draw such a conclusion at all!

However, she soon felt relieved, thinking that the reason why Mister "World" suspected that there was an anomaly in Williams Street was precisely because he had received the corresponding high-level spy information. can draw conclusions.

Deliver the news to the Church of Evernight and the Church of Steam? Isn't this just a euphemism for reporting... It's a pity that you can't watch from the sidelines, otherwise you can definitely see a good show... Forsi is no stranger to reporting, after all, her roommate and friend is a bounty hunter.

She quickly came up with an idea and decided to hand over the matter of reporting to the experienced Hugh.

When she left the bedroom, she saw Xio sitting on the sofa, leaning forward to flip through the target document, raising her hand from time to time to grab the messy yellow hair, looking very serious.

Forsi picked up a decorative item, moved closer to the sofa, and handed it over:

"Here, have a piece of cake."

Xio glanced at the cake smeared with cream, her thoughts were not distracted, and she raised her palm to grab it.

At this time, Forsi turned her wrist, and the cake in her palm had turned into a golden cloth flower.

"Surprise?" she asked with a smile.

Xio couldn't help but roll his eyes and said:

"Stop your show, I'd rather be food."

"Okay, I have something to entrust to you, 70 pounds." Forsi smiled and sat down.

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After initially dealing with the matter of good and evil spirits, Klein returned to the real world, and held a ceremony by the way, bringing the radio receiver that had been placed on the gray fog for several days back to the master bedroom of the first-class cabin.

He lay down on the bed and regained his energy through meditation until he was woken up by the sound of rattling.

When Klein opened his eyes, the crimson moonlight outside the window had already shone in, covering the dim room like a gauze, covering the wireless telegraph that was spitting out illusory white paper on the desk.

This really feels like a ghost horror movie... It's a pity that it is connected to a magic mirror with no morals and no lower limit... Klein turned over and sat up, walked over, and saw lines of Loen text appearing on the illusory white paper:

"A great existence above the spirit world, your loyal servant Arrods has arrived and greets you.

"Do you have something to test me?"

Look, look, this is called talking! This is called professional! At this moment, Klein really wanted to bring in the fat pharmacist Darkwill to experience the speaking art of the magic mirror.

Obviously, I had something to ask it, but it turned out that I was taking the test, and there was a question attached... Klein controlled the upturn of the corner of his mouth, and replied in a low voice:

"Yes."

"Tell me, the ignorant and shallow Arrods is ready." Amidst the rattling voice, not only Loen words appeared on the illusory white paper, but also a flattering smiling face appeared.

This is already the embryonic form of kaomoji... This guy has evolved so fast... Klein asked directly:

"Where can I get magical items that can steal other people's extraordinary abilities?"

The sound of da da da was suddenly intense, and pictures quickly appeared on the illusory white paper, as real as a screenshot of a movie.

Inside, there is the Chanis Gate at the bottom of St. Serena Church in Tingen, which Klein is familiar with. There is the handsome poet Leonard Mitchell with black hair and blue eyes. There is a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa and smiling at the noble lady opposite. Man, there is a proud girl wandering in the dark sewer...

There are twelve pictures in total, and at the end is a line of Loen text:

"These are the types that you can easily or conveniently obtain, and there are many others, but they are either complicated and troublesome, or involve a high level, and I can't see clearly."

Not bad, you know how to help me take the initiative to screen... This is simply the fantasy version of the mysterious version of the smart version of Google... Klein nodded slightly, knowing the answer and said:

"It's your turn to ask questions."

"You have already answered." Amidst the clicking sound, Arrods, the magic mirror's unsurprising answer, appeared on the illusory white paper.

Klein chuckled secretly, and then asked:

"Where did Leonard Mitchell live recently?"

The sound of da da da was intense again, and scenes jumped into Klein's eyes in the form of pictures:

That is Backlund's most famous landmark, the towering Gothic clock tower with the "Bell of Order" hanging above it;

It was a street sign standing at the entrance of the street, with "Pinster Street" written on it;

It was a townhouse with house number 7, and that was Leonard Mitchell, casually dressed in a black coat and red gloves, looking through the files of the Lanrus case and the Kapin case. fellow poet.

This guy is in Backlund, and he is investigating the Ranrus case and the Kapin case? What kind of thing is this... The corner of Klein's mouth twitched slightly, and he seriously thought about the clues he had left in these two cases.

The only clue is that Detective Sherlock Moriarty is related to both cases. If Leonard dreams of Daisy, he should be able to discover this. But at that time, I had already grown a beard and made a good camouflage. Only relying on the blurred images in the dream and a few portraits, he probably wouldn't recognize me... As long as he can't recognize me, it doesn't matter, Sherlock Moriah What's the relationship between Dee's problems and me, Gehrman Sparrow? Klein withdrew his thoughts and remembered Leonard Mitchell's current residence:

7 Pinster Street, North Backlund.

He was going to entrust "Moon" Emlyn White later, asking him to visit Leonard Mitchell tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and use the badges of the Hermits of Destiny to buy magical items.

I hope that the poet classmate has a spare... If not, there will definitely be a lot of premium... Klein let out a "hmm" and said to the radio receiver:

"It's your turn to ask questions."

Frankly speaking, he was quite curious about what questions the magic mirror Arrods could ask this time.

Da da da, the wireless telegraph machine spit out a new illusory white paper, on which a question was spelled out in Loen script:

"Great master, Leonard Mitchell hides a big secret, do you want to know?"

... Is this a problem? Klein raised his head in amazement and amazement, and looked at the crimson moon quietly shining on the deep black sea.

Soon, he answered honestly:

"think."...

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