Part 4 The Undead Chapter 124 – Bodyguard at the Door
Jorwood District, inside a house.
Hugh had just opened the door and came in, when he smelled the scent of fried food, he couldn’t help but sniff and looked at the kitchen:
”Foerth?”
”Could there be anyone else?” Foerth poked his head out of the kitchen and asked rhetorically with a smile.
Hugh put down the newspaper he was holding and responded, half in surprise, half in a mutter:
”Do you remember how long it’s been since you’ve been in the kitchen? Uh, not counting the morning when you were fixing the baked toast.”
Forsyth reentered the kitchen, only his voice drifting out:
”I chose the food out there because they’re better, and right now, there’s no good fried chicken for a couple of streets around here.
”I’ve got a sudden craving for this, it’s my favorite of all the food that’s come over from Intis!”
Hugh walked to the kitchen, leaned his back against the doorframe, watched Forsyth busily preparing dinner, and deliberated:
”I’ve taken on a commission for 100 pounds a day for three to five days, but need to find another helper.
”Weren’t you short of money before, would you like to come along?”
My financial situation has actually improved …… however, the task of 50 pounds per day is also considered good, can save a little more, there are still a lot of spending money in the future …… Forsyth asked while staring at the iron pot filled with oil:
”What kind of commission?”
She had already automatically calculated in her mind what she could get paid.
Hugh straightened his blonde hair that was a little shaggy again and said:
”To covertly protect a wealthy man named Dawn Dantes.”
”What has happened to him? Will it be dangerous?” Forsyth asked cautiously.
Hugh thought back and said:
”It seems to have been a business dispute in which a rival threatened him.
”It wasn’t anything dangerous, you know, the awesome Extraordinaires of Berkland are less likely to do similar adventures, it’s easy to expose yourself and get targeted by the ‘Night Watchers’ and ‘Substitute Punishers’. ”
”Maybe it’s a madman over there? Can’t rule that out.” Forsyth retorted, naturally thinking of Germaine “The World” Sparrow, the gentleman who was the madman who had dared to do great things in Berkland!
She paused, fishing for the fried chicken nuggets, and said:
”Since you’ve taken the job and I haven’t had much to do lately, let’s get together.
”Luckily, it’s covert protection, it won’t be discovered that I’m working as a bodyguard, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to participate in those literary salons of the upper class, hehe, in fact, I can tell them that I’m experiencing life, I’m collecting material, my next novel is going to be about a female bodyguard and a male employer!”
Hugh, long acclimatized to Forsyth’s habit of liking to think out of the box, huffed again:
”Let’s go over there after dinner.”
……
160 Birklund Street, Klein set up the ritual in the master bedroom lavatory and entered the gray mist above.
He intended to take care of a few chores before the bodyguard hired by Walter the butler came over, so that he wouldn’t be inconvenienced to do them for a few days afterward.
The most important of these chores was to confirm the condition of the Creeping Hunger.
After sitting in the “Fool’s” seat, Klein let the human skin glove fly over from the pile of clutter.
After a divination check, he found that the “Creeping Hunger” was quite stubborn this time, and the negative effects hadn’t changed at all.
”Is this infected by Mr. A, never giving up on praising the ‘True Creator’?” The corners of Klein’s mouth twitched as he seriously thought about how to solve this problem.
Another way to find a way to intimidate it? No, how can I call it intimidation, I should say friendly communication while maintaining a proactive position …… Klein tapped his fingers up on the edge of the long, mottled table and muttered silently to himself:
”Anyway, I’ll have to write to Mr. Aztec later, so I can mention in passing the failure of the ‘writhing hunger’ seal.
”And bring along some mushrooms, no, no, that would stop ‘Creeping Hunger’ from glorifying the ‘True Creator’, but it would also render it unusable, and well… . get Frank to ask for a couple more of the original mutant mushrooms and see if we can get a different effect ……”
With that in mind, Klein drops the Aztec Copper Whistle and the Adventurer’s Harmonica into the Gate of Sacrifice and Giving, and returns to the real world to collect the items and dispose of the traces.
Leaving the lavatory, Klein walked to his desk, took out his letterhead and pen, and wrote with deliberation:
”Dear Mr. Aztec …… It’s been too long since I’ve written to you, I wonder how you’ve been doing ……
”…… Because of some changes, the seal you made on the ‘Creeping Hunger’ has failed, can you give me the appropriate way, I want to redo the sub-processing… …
”…… Have you ever heard of a creature like the Spirit World Marauder? What level is it at, what kind of characteristics does it have, and what areas is it often active in?
”…… I may have to go to the southern continent once recently, if I have gained any new information about the Reaper, I will write to you in time to let you know ……”
Putting down the pen and reading it twice over, Klein folded the letter paper, picked up the copper whistle, brought it to his mouth, and blew.
Wordlessly, a white bone emerged from the floor and surged like a fountain into mid-air, forming a huge skeleton nearly four meters tall.
The skeleton looked down at Dawn Dantes for a second, took the initiative to bend his back, dropped his right arm, and spread out his palms.
This messenger is getting more and more polite …… Klein nodded his head in satisfaction and handed over the letter he had just written.
The white bone messenger did not stay, instantly disintegrating and cascading to the ground, quickly disappearing.
Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew his sight, and continued to write a letter, addressed to Frank:
”…… The kind of dried mushrooms you gave me last time was good, do you have any more?
”…… The idea I mentioned before, do you think it’s possible to implement it? If you encounter any difficulties in the course of your research, write and let me know ……”
Folding the letter paper, Klein picked up the Adventurer’s Harmonica and blew on it just as gently.
He whirled around to see Miss Messenger Renette Tignicole appear next to him, still headless, wearing an elaborate and somber gown and carrying four blonde-haired, red-eyed, gaudy-looking heads.
”Can you locate Frank Lee?” Klein asked with a greater degree of confidence; after all, Miss Messenger, unlike a normal messenger, was a spirit world creature on the level of a demigod.
–Normally, a messenger could only locate the contracted person and the person who had used the summoning ceremony, while the latter had a distance limitation, once they left the location of the ceremony too far, the messenger would not be able to locate them.
The four heads in Renette Tignicole’s hands turned at the same time and looked at Klein:
”Yes ……” “That ……” “What ……” “are trying to ……” “plant to… …””in the dirt ……””of …… “”People?””
…… What exactly did Frank do to impress Miss Messenger so much …… When I wrote back earlier, she said she hoped he wasn’t dead …… Klein nodded solemnly:
”Yes.”
The four heads of Renette Tynecol spoke in turn:
”Can ……” “Locate ……” “I have the ……” “Mark him ……”
Huh? Klein’s mouth was half-open as he listened, nearly forgetting his purpose.
Poor Frank, no, mighty Frank, to have the messenger lady mark him in particular …… May the Goddess bless him …… Klein exhaled slowly and handed the epistle in his hand to Renette Tignicole:
”Please give it to Frank.
”He will pay you in gold coins.”
A head in Renette Tignicole’s hand opened its mouth and bit into the letterhead, then went straight into the spirit world, unable to be observed anymore.
After taking care of his chores, Klein left his brass whistle and harmonica on his person, and went down to the second floor to enjoy his dinner.
Halfway through the meal, the butler, Walter, entered from outside and came up to Dawn Dantes’ ear and said:
”The bodyguards have already arrived, they are the same Miss Hugh and her friends, I will arrange for them to provide protection secretly.”
Ms. Hugh and her friend? It can’t be the “magician” Ms. …… Klein didn’t know what to say for a moment, but could only nod gently, indicating that he already knew.
His spirit did not actually sense that someone had “invaded” the house, but this is normal, now is not the night when everyone has already slept peacefully – at that time of the day, even a little bit of movement, it is more obvious, unless Klein specially used his spirit to leave a mark on a key place that would be detected, or to enter the house. noticeable markings in key places, or the person who entered the house held no small amount of malice towards him, it would be difficult to make a discovery.
……
In the other bedroom on the third floor, Hugh and Forsyth each occupied one side of the curtains, looking through the glass at the garden below.
”This is my dream place to live, when I have enough money, I’ll buy a house like this in a place with a beautiful view, no, I’d rather choose Bakerland, it has more food and is more convenient.” Forsyth said heartily.
After saying that, she sighed inwardly:
Unfortunately, I have a full moon curse and can only continue to improve myself, otherwise, I would have left a house instead of cash last time ……
Hugh followed his best friend’s gaze, looked outside, and whispered:
”I lived in a place like this when I was a kid ……”
Forsyth glanced at Hugh, as he didn’t know what to say, and digressed:
”How do we provide protection?”
Hugh withdrew his gaze and said:
”When Mr. Dawn Dantes isn’t out and about without visitors, he hides in his room and keeps an eye on his surroundings in case someone sneaks in ……
”When there are visitors, we go into the next door, keep a close eye on the commotion, and ‘open the door’ at any time to go over and save the day ……
”If Mr. Dawn Dantes goes out, Mr. Butler will let us know in advance, I will hide under the carriage for protection, while you find another car to follow ……”
”Hugh, you’re getting more and more professional!” Foerth praised seriously, then laughed lightly, “I have just seen the portrait of that Mr. Dawn Dantes, if you hadn’t said that the danger this time stems from business rivalry, I would have even suspected that the problem comes from an emotional dispute ……”
Before Forsyth’s words fell, he suddenly saw a carriage pull up outside the front door of the house, and several policemen in black and white checkered uniforms stepped down one after another.
What was the situation? She looked over at her friend and realized that Hugh was just as puzzled.
……
Inside the small second floor parlor, Klein met the four officers.
”Mr. Dawn Dantes, do you know Mr. Caron?”
Caron? Klein did a little thinking back and remembered that this was the gentleman who had sold Cowiem’s shares to him.
”Recognize, what happened to him?” Klein asked calmly.
The lead officer responded in a fairly polite manner:
”He committed suicide.”
”In addition, he had left a suicide note identifying you as forcing him to sell his shares and torturing him in various shady ways, causing him to become extremely depressed.
”And his family provided proof of the contents of his suicide note.”