Part 1v the undead chapter xx a warning
160 Birklund Street, in the well-lit study.
It was lined with bookshelves and had so many collections that at a glance it was as if he had entered a private library.
Klein was sitting in a high-backed chair, looking at today’s edition of the paper, and noticed that both the Tassock and the Birklund Journal had an additional advertisement in a prominent position-for the transfer of ten per cent. of the shares of the Birklund Bicycle Company.
Mr. Stanton is still doing things quite quickly, this is only a few days to complete the financial investigation and value assessment …… Klein just secretly lamented a sigh, inspiration suddenly touched.
He quickly opened his spiritual vision and saw the messenger lady Renette Tignicole come out from the void, still carrying the four blonde hair and red eyes in her hand, and one of them was biting a letter.
It should be a letter back from Miss Sharon,…… Klein thought while reaching out to take it and nodded gently:
”Thanks.”
While speaking, he subconsciously glanced at the entrance of the study, as there was valet Richardson on duty outside.
Unwrapping the envelope and spreading out the paper, Klein quickly skimmed through it, confirming that the owner of the letter was Ms. Sharon, who said that she had no intention of purchasing the “Biotoxin Vial” at the moment, and that she might consider it after a while, if this magical item was still available.
Is this a case of lack of financial resources? Or is she saving up for something more important? Klein casually thought for a while, and intuitively thought that it was the latter possibility, because the demigod called Zatwin could not have stayed in Beckland, Sharon and Maric had initially escaped from the pursuit of the Rose School, and with their extraordinary strength and sequential characteristics, it would be easier to get money in a relaxed environment, and it seemed that they controlled the black market arms of the “Bar of the Brave”. Moreover, they seemed to be in control of the black market arms dealings of the “Bravehearts Bar” and acted as Ian’s backers, so they could make a lot of money from this line alone.
Thinking about this, Klein raised his head and saw Miss Messenger’s four pairs of eight red eyes staring at him without turning.
He was startled, thinking that the other party was going to press for payment of his debt, and cleared his throat:
”There is no need to answer the letter.
”The first installment of the arrears will be paid within the week.”
The four heads of Renette Tignicole spoke in turn:
”No need ……” “In a hurry ……” “No ……” “Interest ……”
The messenger lady is still quite nice ah …… Klein sighed as Renette Tinnikol’s figure disappeared back into the depths of the spirit world.
After burning the letter paper and resting for two quarters of an hour, he walked to the door and instructed Richardson to prepare the carriage.
He intended to make a trip to the church before his afternoon philosophy class.
The journey went smoothly, and with only a few sips of black tea Crane soon arrived at the square outside St. Samuel’s Church.
After admiring the sense of peace brought by the white doves for a while, he stepped over the church doors and entered the prayer hall, finding a seat at random, while Richardson sat diagonally behind him, clutching his employer’s hat and cane as he had done last time.
In the midst of the prayer in which his thoughts were letting go, Crane had another touch of inspiration, and instinctively opened his eyes and looked to his left.
He then saw the dark-haired, green-pupiled Leonard Mitchell.
This “night watchman” did not wear a trench coat, a white shirt not tied into the belt with straight pants and black vest, the style is very casual.
When the middle-aged gentleman with frosted temples looked over, he smiled and nodded, withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and pretended to pray.
He didn’t worry that the other party would realize that he was sizing him up, because he just swept a glance without any extra movements, and just now quite a few believers had a similar demeanor.
It was inevitable that a good-looking and dignified gentleman would receive a certain amount of attention when he entered the place, and Leonard Mitchell himself had often been gazed at in such a manner by others, and knew it well.
At this time, a slightly older voice rang out within his mind:
”That’s him.”
Heh, it didn’t live up to my efforts to run to the church all yesterday and today …… Leonard thought with slight amusement, but on the surface, he didn’t move.
Klein was likewise pretending to pray, pondering the doubts that flooded his mind:
”When did this Leonard fellow get so religious?
”While he’s certainly more religious than I am, he’s definitely not the type to go into church every day, only that once a week, or even two weeks ……
”Did he come with a purpose? He seemed to be sizing me up just now ……”
Thinking of this, Klein suddenly had a realization:
”The old grandfather in him is an angel of the Zoroaster family, the angel of the ‘Stealer’ pathway ……
”Amon the ‘Blasphemer’ is the king of the angels of this pathway, k can spot the gray mist and even wants to invade it ……
”Therefore, there is a great possibility that the old grandpa inside Leonard has already detected the power or traces of the gray mist on me!”
After having such a judgment, a heart of Klein lifted up, as if the surroundings had been filled with dangerous traps.
He kept the movement of prayer unchanged, and the eyes under his eyelids did not appear to turn, his whole person was calm and introverted, completely consistent with the atmosphere inside the church.
After an unknown length of time he rose slowly, walked towards the altar to the consecration box, and threw in the bills totaling fifty pounds.
Then, as before, he nodded with a smile to the bishop and priest in charge for the day and received a rather friendly response.
Making his way out of St. Samuel’s, Crane took his hat from Richardson and fed the pigeons in the square for ten minutes or so.
And behind him, one by one, worshippers came out after praying, including Leonard Mitchell.
Without surveying the position of the main entrance, Klein clapped his hands leisurely, took his gold-encrusted cane, and walked toward the four-wheeled sedan chair carriage parked nearby.
Leonard, likewise feeding pigeons at the square, watched his target board the carriage and leave without any thought of following.
Since the other party had an ancient aura and had gained the attention of the body’s host, he certainly did not dare to be negligent enough to take direct action, which would be very dangerous.
He was prepared to line up the periphery first and gather the necessary intelligence.
At that time, see what the old man says …… And it’s not like there’s no direction to investigate now, that kind of high class carriage, in the whole of Bekrand, the number is quite limited, no matter it’s own home or rented, it’s easy to determine the source, and then I’ll be able to know that gentleman’s identity and origins… …Leonard thought leisurely as he looked at the white dove.
He is a “night watchman” with a lot of experience, but also the elite “red gloves” in the “night watchman”!
At that moment, a white pigeon fluttered its wings and flew over, seemingly holding a note in its beak.
Leonard frowned and stretched out his left palm, and watched the pigeon lower its altitude and drop the note, then flapped its wings and flew up again.
Raising his hand to hold the note, Leonard unfolded it with a wary and puzzled look and saw that it bore only two words:
”Zoroaster;
”Parasite.”
This …… Leonard’s pupils contracted suddenly, only to feel the hairs of sweat stand up all over his body, and his emotions had a tendency to explode in an instant.
That gentleman saw through my secret?
Not bad for someone with an ancient aura!
He might really be one of the undead monsters left over from the Fourth Age!
Is this his way of warning me? Telling me to stay out of his business, or even stay away from him?
At this moment, recalling that middle-aged gentleman with white sideburns and deep blue eyes, Leonard Mitchell only felt that the other party’s every move carried a strong sense of intimidation, so that people did not dare to look directly at him or approach him.
He immediately lost the idea of investigating the other party, watched the white doves fall at the same time, lowered his voice and said:
”Old man, that one might be your old friend.
”If you want to investigate anything, it’s better to wait until after your strength is almost recovered.”
”Old friend ……,” the slightly aged voice repeated the two words, seeming to have a certain amount of doubt but not daring to be sure of anything.
Leonard quickly collected himself and said with a light laugh:
”So you’re from the Zoroaster family ……”
At this time, less than a hundred meters away, the intersection where Pacefair Street crossed with other streets.
Dawn Dantes, whose black hair was laced with a few silver strands, leaned back against the wall of the compartment and slowly closed her eyes, letting the contours of her well-defined features hide in the shadows of the car.
Flanked by his valet, Richardson, a middle-aged man in a dark red coat and an outdated tricorn hat emerged illusively, saluted his master, and then disappeared without alerting anyone.
The carriage slowly turned, the square position, a flock of white pigeons clattered up.
……
Returning home and entering that room with a large balcony, it was only after the silence along the way that Klein sighed silently.
If Leonard, under the compulsion of that old grandpa, did not accept the warning, he was going to write another note over to him, which read, “I know where ‘Blasphemer’ Amon is”.
The implication was that if I was disturbed again, I would tell Amon the Blasphemer that there was an angel of the House of Zoroaster here.
This doesn’t make the grandfather think that Dawn Dantes is weak and has to rely on others to fight him, but is closer to a courtesy of not warning him more than three times and respecting an angel.
If he doesn’t stop after two warnings, there’s more to it than just informing Amon the Blasphemer.
Well, there is a high probability that it can deter them, that old grandpa must have other plans or difficulties in choosing the shallow side of the parasites, and should not be willing to be lifted off the table by me …… Oh, this is also thanks to the “Magic Mirror” Aroldus, if it is not known in advance that Leonard’s body If I didn’t know in advance that Leonard had a “Stealer” angel in his body, I certainly wouldn’t have realized that I had been targeted, let alone using the right words and methods to warn them …… Klein thought in a calmer mood, no longer having the same kind of nervousness and panic that he had before.
In the midst of his relaxation, the door to his room was knocked on, and Richardson, the valet, said:
”Sir, the butler is looking for you.”
”Ask him to come in.” Klein turned away from the large balcony and returned to the semi-open room.
Walter, wearing white gloves, opened the door and entered:
”Sir, your philosophy teacher, Mr. Hamid, has arrived.”
Philosophy class …… Klein rubbed the corner of his forehead with a headache.
He had previously heard from Walter that Mr. Hamid was a devotee of the Storm Lord, as was the famous scholar Lulmi, and a large portion of the philosophers in the Kingdom of Ruen were likewise.
This surprised him quite a bit, because in his mind storm followers equaled grumpy old brothers.
It seems to have to change the impression of being dull and not objective enough …… Heh, the prerequisite for becoming a philosopher is that you can’t find a wife, or that your family relations are not harmonious? While spitting, Klein organized his clothes and walked towards the door while saying to his butler Walter:
”Okay, I’ll go over now.”