Chapter 156: A Glimpse of Horror

For a moment, Klein's casual glance stopped and fixed on the familiar figure.

He immediately realized that he was showing a little abnormality, and in the demigod's inspiration, this was a problem that could not be ignored.

As the muscles in his back tightened, thoughts in Klein's mind turned and sparks collided.

He didn't suddenly look away like a conditioned reflex, but still looked there, looking at the demigod suspected of the "Dark Emperor" path, and said to Councilor Macht with a smile:

"Sure enough, it's not just veterans who come here."

This is nonsense that seems to be carefully observed and actually has no meaning.

Congressman Macht laughed and said:

"Any club that develops to the end will exceed its original boundaries."

His answer didn't seem to say anything, but after careful taste, it would make people feel that he said something, or just the opposite.

At this time, the gentleman with broad shoulders and slightly long arms and wearing a black formal suit naturally turned his head, glanced at the positions of the two, and saw a rich man who had donated fifteen thousand pounds curiously looking at himself and others. , and whispered to the Macht MP next to him.

This made him feel that the other party's astonished gaze just now was more like a normal reaction after knowing his position.

Then, he withdrew his gaze and continued the unfinished topic.

But at this time, Klein's vest was already covered with a thick layer of cold sweat, and he felt that his legs were a little weak.

Although he has faced a demigod before, and even fought, it is the first time he has encountered such a small occasion, close contact, and a situation where a crisis is contained in a thought, and more importantly, he is far from doing it now. Well prepared to face the demigod, not only did he not have a secret puppet, but he only brought the "Death Knell" revolver, Azik's copper whistle and the adventurer's harmonica.

——The "Scepter of Sea God" cannot be carried by the body, and it has strict requirements on the use environment, otherwise it will cause a lot of casualties; once "Grossel's Travel Notes" is kept on the body for a long time, Klein will passively enter the world of books , when the time comes, it will be very troublesome to figure it out again; "Squirming Hunger" still owes the seal, and is restless every day, it is not necessary, so it is impossible to take it out in advance; the "Stealer" spell is made of "Worm of Time" , maybe it will attract Amon, unless it will be used up soon, how would Klein have the guts to keep it with him...

If the demigod who is suspected to be of the "Dark Emperor" path really discovered the problem, the best solution he can think of is only one:

That is to play the harmonica, summon Miss Messenger, and ask her to lead me to escape Backlund with the help of the spirit world!

He never thought of letting Reinette Tinekerr fight directly with the other party. He held the "Death Knell" revolver and looked for an opportunity to fire a sniper at the side, because this is Backlund and the home of the official Extraordinary. With the lady's peculiar shape, if that gentleman charges him any crime, what awaits Klein is bound to be a siege, and there must be more and more demigods and powerful Sealed Artifacts.

What a thrill... Klein looked away logically, controlled his legs with the ability of "Joker", and walked out towards the gate without showing any abnormality.

He didn't ask Mr. Macht next to him, he didn't ask who those people were and who they were just now, and he didn't seem interested at all, which proved that he really just had a casual look before.

However, the other party's look back exposed his appearance to Klein's eyes:

Thick but not messy black eyebrows, short and hard hair of the same color, dark blue and almost black eyes, a nose bridge as tall as a mountain, a large beard extending from around the mouth, a deep outline, a long face, and Cold lines.

This is a man with a very tough taste. He may be in his thirties or forties, and it is difficult to judge accurately.

From the looks alone, Klein felt that he was more like a demigod from the "arbitrator" path than from the "Dark Emperor".

Of course, this demigod's temperament is actually closer to that of a "warrior", but he is too short.

With this clear appearance, Klein didn't need to ask any more questions, and could directly ask Arrods for answers. Even though he was still wary of the "Magic Mirror",

You can also entrust Miss Hugh, Miss Sharon and others to do a simple identity investigation.

——He believed that no matter how hidden a demigod was, his position would not be too low, and he could be easily detected.

One step, two steps, three steps, Klein behaved normally and left the "East Balam Veterans Club".

After getting into the carriage, he leaned against the wall of the carriage, closed his eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, and sighed long in his heart:

"The broken trail of the Great Smog incident in Backlund is finally connected again..."

He didn't open his eyes for a long time, and he didn't speak, as if he was still reminiscing about the business issues discussed before, but in fact, he was more trying to calm down the inner emotions that had been suppressed just now.

During this process, Klein noticed that the valet Richardson wanted to speak several times, but then closed his mouth again, as if he was embarrassing something.

In the end, he didn't say anything, and concentrated on preparing Marquis black tea for his employer.

Because of what happened just now, Klein was not in the mood to care about his problems for a while, and pretended not to notice anything.

In the silent atmosphere and the sound of wheels turning, they returned to No. 160 Berklund Street.

Up to the third floor, Klein was about to take a bath in the bathtub where the first maid had adjusted the water temperature. Richardson, who was holding his top hat and walking stick, took two steps forward and asked respectfully:

"Sir, are you going to the Southern Continent recently?"

"Yes." Klein responded frankly, and he was even ready to give the housekeeper Tanea another 500 pounds in cash for the daily expenses of Dawn Dantès' mansion when he was in the Southern Continent.

At the same time, he also gained a deeper understanding of the importance of the two positions of high society butler and personal servant:

The masters can't hide many things from them at all, so when there are irreconcilable contradictions in each other's belief attitudes or political positions, they must be replaced.

Richardson hesitated and said:

"Sir, I was born in the Southern Continent, I have mastered the Dutan language, and I know all kinds of local customs very well, so I should be able to help you."

Dutan language is the lingua franca of the ancient Balam Empire. In today's East and West Balam, ordinary people still use this language. Only those in the middle and upper classes can understand ancient Fusac, Ruen and Yin. Tees and other foreign languages.

Klein feels more fortunate about this, because ancient Balam used to be a unified empire with the existence of a true god, so although each state in the interior has its own accent, they all use Dutan language, and the same is true for the written text. It saved him a lot of trouble.

It would be a big headache if dozens or hundreds of languages ​​are mixed together... However, Dutan and ancient Fusak are not a system, and I can't learn it as quickly as I learn the many branches of the latter. Mastering, finding an interpreter is essential. Well, Anderson seems to be very good at Dutan, and I haven’t seen him mention that there is a communication barrier in West Balam... Klein suddenly understood what Richardson said. What were you struggling with just now?

As a personal servant, when the employer goes out to do errands, he needs to follow, but the housekeeper does not.

That is to say, the valet is not only a life secretary, but also plays the role of a business secretary to some extent.

Obviously, Richardson likes Backlund's life and everything here, and he doesn't want to go back to the Southern Continent. He wanted to explain his expertise but couldn't speak. I hope Dwayne Dantès can find another more suitable candidate.

Klein pondered for a while and said:

"It can be seen that you don't like the Southern Continent very much, why did you take the initiative to tell me these things?"

Richardson lowered his head slowly, looked at his toes and said:

"You've given me the opportunity to gain experience, to grow up, and I think, I think I should be able to help."

Very simple gratitude complex... If you don't say it, no one can be sure that you will be able to speak frankly. After all, you were born and raised in the colonial manor in East Balam... Klein carefully looked at Richardson's few words. Seconds, he smiled silently, and said a few words of emotion in his heart.

However, he didn't intend to let this personal servant follow him to the Southern Continent. Firstly, it would make his various actions inconvenient, and secondly, in case the other party was recognized by some acquaintance of the Spiritual Sect of the Restoration Society Yes, maybe it will affect the rest of my life.

Klein smiled and said:

"I have quite a few friends there, and they all understand Dutan and all the customs.

"Well, you have more important things to do. You have to stay in Backlund and send some gifts to some friends' houses instead of me every once in a while. I will give you a list at that time. Also, read more newspapers. Pay attention to valuable investment news, and do a field inspection, and then give me a corresponding report, and I will ask Ms. Tanya to prepare a sum of money for these things."

Richardson was a little stunned at first, and then said in surprise and joy:

"Yes, sir, I, I will work hard!"

At this moment, he felt that he was being reused, and his vision became inexplicably blurred.

From birth to now, for the first time, he feels that the future is full of hope and makes people yearn for it.

After sending Richardson away, Klein took a comfortable bath and relieved his tense spirit. Then, he put on his pajamas, went back to the bedroom, took out a pen and paper, and drew a blend of "Peeping" and "Secret". complex symbols.

On the surface of the full-length mirror, water waves swayed abruptly in circles, and the silver light formed each one of Loenwen:

"Most supreme and great master, Arrods, your loyal and humble servant, is here at your summons!

"Are you leaving Backlund again?"

Klein nodded and said:

"Yes."

Before Arrodes said he could ask questions, he said directly:

"In the Southern Continent, can I still contact you?"

"Of course! As long as you take out that magical telegraph." On the surface of the mirror, the silver words quickly reorganized, "However, you can't let it stay in reality for too long, or use it too frequently. It is possible for him to sense many gifts from the 'Mother Tree of Desire'."

Klein nodded slightly, and asked along the way:

"What do you know about the 'Mother Tree of Desire'?"

"Magic Mirror" Arrods fell silent, and it took a long time before the silver traces of light on the mirror squirmed into a complete sentence:

"I dare not say it, and I dare not show it."

PS: Looking for a guaranteed monthly pass for July~