Above the gray fog, in the magnificent palace.

Through the prayer spots of "winner" Enyuni, Klein saw the scene in the room of the close-fitting male servant.

The vision was raised and gradually extended, and the entire Berklund Street came into his eyes little by little. There were small buildings surrounded by flowers and grass, Intis sycamore trees blocking the sun, there were slow driving, decorated or elegant or gorgeous carriages, and there were young people who were racing happily on bicycles.

In the end, Klein locked in the house No. 39, which is the residence of Councillor Macht, and lowered his vision, examining the humans and animals there one by one to see if he could find a man with black hair, black eyes and monocles.

Huh... There is no misalignment or grafting for the time being... Nearly ten minutes later, Klein breathed a little relieved.

Just then, a carriage drove into Macht's house and parked in front of the foyer.

A girl with long dark green wavy hair and bright dark brown eyes walked out of the carriage, which was Heroul who was going home.

She was wearing a dark green dress that was not exposed to her shoulders, her lips were slightly pursed, and her expression was stretched with a little pleasure.

Seeing Herool like this, Klein's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

This is an absolutely abnormal manifestation!

In Klein's opinion, after the mouse demigod encountered Amon's clone, there were only two results. One was that he had a trump card and successfully escaped at the cost of serious injury. The other was that he was extraordinary and became the nourishment for Amon to strengthen his clone. In either case, Heroul would inevitably not find a teacher. He would inevitably be sad, painful, depressed, and sad. How could he be both relaxed and happy?

Judging from her behavior of risking her to go to the suburb manor to inform the teacher, she is not so cold and selfish... Her current state shows that she confirmed that her teacher, the mouse demigod, had nothing to do, and even received a certain reward from the other party, perhaps including all kinds of extraordinary world common sense... This is inconsistent with the fate of the mouse demigod I speculated. No, no, no contradiction. After all the impossible is eliminated, what is left is the truth... Klein leaned back in the back of the chair and had already made a judgment:

Amon not only absorbed the extraordinary characteristics of the mouse demigod, but also stole the fate of "his" and replaced the identity of "his"!

So, in Herool's eyes, her teacher had nothing unexpected happens, she just needs to hide for a while... After confirming something, Klein breathed silently and relaxed a little.

For him, the most terrifying thing about Amon was that no one knew what kind of identity He would appear in. One day, Congressman Macht put on monocles and the mosquitoes in the garden turned around at the same time. Therefore, after roughly grasping the identity of Amon, Crane would inevitably feel more at ease.

As for whether Amon will show details in front of Heroul, Klein believes that it is impossible. After all, this is a angel king based on fraud. Even if the common sense he revealed casually is different from what the mouse demigod taught before, he can easily fool him with the excuse of "it was originally a test, but now it is officially started."

Of course, according to Pales Soroasde, Amon would never appear only as a mouse demigod, and should not be careless... Klein observed for another moment, withdrew his gaze and left the grey fog.

In the semi-open room with a large balcony, he sat in an easy chair, drank a sip of black tea with lemon slices, half closed his eyes, and thought about how to deepen the connection with Cunas Korge afterwards.

I don't know how long it took, but Klein suddenly opened his eyes and opened his spiritual vision.

When he reached the level of Demigod, he could switch the spiritual vision purely by his mind.

Almost at the same time, Renette Tinicol, carrying four blonde and red-eyed heads, walked out of the void, one of them biting a letter with his mouth.

"Whose letter?" Klein stretched out his right hand as if he was talking to himself and asking.

"Sharon..." Reinette Tinicol replied with another head.

Miss Sharon? She should be doing her final preparations before the promotion, why did she suddenly write to me? Crane took the letter from Miss Courier with a little confusion.

After unfolding the letter paper, he found that there was very little content on it, so he had to simply write a line of words:

"Emlin White is looking for people from the Rose School."

Emlin was looking for someone from the Rose School? Klein raised his eyebrows in surprise.

In his opinion, Emlin is a blood clan who is afraid of trouble. If he does not even want to go out, how could he take the initiative to find people from the Rose School?

This is definitely not Emlin's own intention... Well, Emlin mentioned before that a big blood clan figure wanted to see him... This is a new task given to him by the blood clan? It is very likely! But why didn't he mention it at the Tarot Conference? Uh, he focused on the punishment action and had other clues, so he temporarily suppressed this matter? Klein thoughtfully, leaned forward, and while the courier's eight eyes were gaze, he pulled a piece of letter paper from the coffee table and took a pen.

He was not curious about Emlin's clues, because this was very obvious:

Since Miss Sharon knew that Emlin was looking for members of the Rose School and consulted with her mutual friend Detective Sherlock Moriarty about this matter, it means that the vampire was definitely seeking help from Ian, the black market arms dealer in the "Brave" bar.

This indirectly shows that Emlin found traces of Sharon or Marichi in his previous commission, otherwise he would not have been able to directly mention the Rose School to an ordinary person.

I don't know enough about the "pharmacist" approach, and I can't tell how Emlin discovered the "resentful soul" or "living zombies"... Klein raised his right foot, put the letter paper on his leg, and wrote with a fountain pen brush:

"This should be a task given to Emlin by the senior leaders of the Vampire. They hated those members of the Rose School who believed in the 'primitive moon' and took their anger to other factions of the Rose School..."

Having written this, Crand paused and added:

"I suspect that the 'Mother Tree of Desire' has the intention to erode the authority of the 'Moon' field, but what I don't understand is why the believers of the 'Primary Moon' want to join the Rose School. The relationship between this secret existence and the 'Mother Tree of Desire' seems to be very complicated, with hostility and cooperation, and it is difficult to guess..."

Putting down the pen and folding the letter paper, Klein looked at the courier waiting next to him and laughed:

"How do you know I want to reply?"

One of Renette Tinicol replied with a simple head:

"Feel……"

Immediately afterwards, the four blonde and red-eyed heads spoke in turn:

"You... have been...a little lively recently..."

"The expressions... are also richer...a lot..."

While taking out the box connected to the gold-shelled pocket watch, Klein took a gold coin from it, and laughed at himself:

"Always wearing a thick mask is not conducive to physical and mental health. After passing through the Demigod Gate, you have to pay more attention to this."

Therefore, if there is no need to conceal or disguise, he has reduced the number of times he uses the ability of "clown" to control his expression.

Renette Tinicol didn't say anything anymore, bit the gold coins and replied, and disappeared from the spot.

Watching the messenger Miss leave, Klein leaned back gently and said a few words to himself in his heart:

"I wonder if Miss Sharon and others will use the Vampire to deal with the members of the Rose School in Beckland...

"Miss Sharon's current energy is mainly focused on promotion, and may not be involved, but Marichi may not..."

…………

Emlin changed out of the priest robe from the church of Mother Earth, put on a black formal attire, and put on a silk top hat. He walked out of the Harvest Church and got into a taxi carriage parked next to the street.

After giving the destination, he casually turned his gaze out the window.

At this moment, Emlin felt something, and her body suddenly moved, leaving her original position at the speed of being able to drag out the afterimage, and moved to the side.

Then, he saw a figure suddenly appearing in the void opposite:

This is a young man with a coat not buckled, revealing the white shirt and black vest inside. His black hair was a little messy and seemed to have not been combed properly. His brown eyes were full of depression, as if he was restraining some impulse hidden.

Looking at the other party's pale face, Emlin raised his chin slightly and smiled without any nervousness:

"You're finally here to find me."

"Aren't you afraid that I am a member of the Rose School, and I'm here to deal with you?" The young man's figure was a little transparent.

Emlyn said "hey":

"Do you think I would not know the history of the Rose School, and the Temporary School defection that happened before?

"Well, what's the name?"

"Maric." The young man responded, "Is this the information you got from the top leaders of the blood clan?"

Emlin was stunned for a moment, then said:

"You guys are smarter than I thought."

He used this method to affirm the other party's guess.

Marichi took a slow breath and leaned forward slightly:

"How did you find out we existed in Ian?"

Emlin You then leaned against the wall of the wing and said with a smile:

"Humans have the taste of humans, and resentful souls have the taste of resentful souls."

Marichi remained silent for a few seconds before speaking:

"You blood clan really want to deal with members of the Rose School in Beckland?"

"Major member." Emlin answered in an emphasis.

"If this is true, I can use myself as bait to help you catch members of the Rose School, but I need a confirmation." Marichi rubbed his eyes and said bluntly, "I know you can't make a decision. You go back and ask the senior leaders of the blood clan to get the necessary promises, and then you know where to find us."

Speaking of this, he handed out a file bag he was holding:

"This is what Ian gave you, follow Ernest Boyal's preliminary feedback, and it was completed by multiple bounty hunters."

Emlin took the file bag and nodded seriously:

"good."
Chapter completed!