A living person and a dozen dead bodies played poker in a dimly lit room for half a night. This scene became more and more terrifying the more you thought about it, and your scalp became numb inch.

Klein curbed the fear that was instinctively, looked at the pale face in front of him, with strong malice hidden in his brown eyes, and his whole body showed a little crazy 28 or 9-year-old man. He pretended to be intimidated by the other party's aura and took a step back. Caspas left the card room and closed the door.

The man asked in a low voice:

"Are you looking for a bodyguard?"

"…Yes.” Klein swallowed deliberately.

The other party's strangeness not only scared him, but also brought him a certain sense of peace of mind.

The stronger the bodyguard, the more powerful he is, the safer he will naturally be!

The pale-faced man raised his chin and said:

"Why do you need a bodyguard? How much are you willing to pay for this?"

Klein didn't answer immediately, thought for dozens of seconds before saying:

"I will tell you the specific situation of the task first. After you evaluate it, give me a price. If I can pay it or have an equivalent item, the transaction will be completed. If the situation is the opposite, I can only give up and find someone else."

The man with a malicious eyes did not speak, nodded gently, signaling Klein to tell the story.

Klein deliberately looked at the zombies, treated them as normal card guests, and asked with his eyes, "Whether to drive those guys out of the room before answering."

"No need." The pale man said in a deep voice.

Klein thought about it and described it truthfully:

"I offended a big man, and there may be a big man supported by the country behind me."

There was suddenly no movement in the card room, completely silent, the man with a malicious and slightly crazy eyes stiffened and seemed to have turned into a plaster statue.

After nearly a minute, he slowly spoke:

“This mission is priceless.”

"You go out."

Ah? Klein didn't react at the first time. It was not until the other party turned around and walked towards the poker table that he realized that the deal had not been reached.

You pulled a bunch of zombies to play cards in the room, and you performed very well and had a strong strength. So you were scared away? You were obviously a little crazy... Klein added, not knowing whether to cry or laugh:

"That big man is not that free in Beckland."

The man in the dark vest ignored him and sat down again. The zombies began to deal cards and throw chips again.

Klein breathed, exited the room, and saw Caspas Canlining, a half-bian with rosacea and hideous wounds, waiting outside.

"The deal was not reached." Klein spread his hands.

Caspas did not show any surprise and pondered for a few seconds:

"He's selling too high?"

"No, he felt the task was too difficult." Klein did not hide it.

Caspas browed and said:

"Maric is the most terrifying person I know. He is not even afraid of bullets. Since he thinks the mission is difficult, I don't think I can help you contact other powerful guys."

"It's a pity." Klein sighed.

Caspas clenched his right fist and hit his left chest:

"May the storm be with you."

Then I will die... Klein smiled happily in pain:

"Thanks."

"You can try to ask me a great guy from other places, I will pay you a certain amount of money, well... I'll do it again tomorrow night."

After receiving the affirmative answer, he left the Braves Bar with a little sadness and was not even interested in playing a billiard.

Am I too honest? If I describe the commission simply, Marichi should have agreed just now... I just don't know how much compensation he will ask for... Alas, letting others help me face danger when they are concealed is not my style... As an extraordinary person, if he always goes against his true thoughts and his own principles, he may not be far from losing control... Klein was half sighing and half relieved to transfer to the carriage and return to Minsk Street.

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After washing up, Klein did not waste charcoal and went directly into the bedroom, plucking up the curtains, and isolating the room from the outside world.

On the way back, he thought about it carefully for a while and found that the possible dangers were not unsolvable.

For the unknown ambassador, his main and fundamental purpose was to find Ian Wright. The reason why he sent someone to deal with me was because he wanted to get Ian's clues and could not get the answer in the front, so he considered killing psychics... If he could know that I could not find Ian, under the monitoring of the possible existence of special military departments, he would not have to take risks for a thug...

Of course, my appearance was beyond his expectations, and their actions were exposed and they suffered serious setbacks. If I were that ambassador, I would definitely think about revenge and venting anger, but it was definitely not now, not now, not now with tension and undercurrents... Well, the prerequisite is that the ambassador has a brain, not just relying on relationships to only be angry... Being able to let him preside over such an important thing means he should be relatively reliable...

In other words, the crux of the problem lies in the whereabouts of Ian Wright!

Well... there are still some hidden dangers. After the ambassador finally failed, would he deliberately reveal to the special military department that Meurso was an extraordinary person, so that they knew that my strength was doubtful, and to use their hands to retaliate against me... This is just a matter of saying goodbye, without any difficulty, you must be careful...

Klein analyzed his own situation clearly and suddenly had the urge to buy a murder to kill the unknown ambassador.

But thinking about the mighty powerful sequencer around him, he felt depressed again.

"I don't know if the messenger can accept my appointment without the consent of Mr. Azke... It should not be... Pay close attention to this matter and find an opportunity to silence me? Since he sent someone to kill me, I won't have any psychological burden... By the way, I can consider promulgating this task at the Tarot Club to see if Miss Justice and Mr. Hanging Man have any solutions... Maybe, I can spend a lot of money to invite that Mr. A or a strong man of the same sequence..." Klein suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of the "Taro Rot Club".

With an idea, he settled a lot, found out the paper and pen, and wrote the divination sentence:

"The whereabouts of Ian Wright."

After confirming that there was no hidden extraordinary person in the room, Klein looked at the curtains that were snooping outside, recalling Ian's appearance and silently reciting the divination sentences, leaning back on the back of the chair.

He soon entered his dream and saw a dark, small and dirty room in the illusory and hazy world, with high and low beds and floors, and four people slept in total.

Ian was sitting at the top of the high and low bed, curled up, pressing his old shoulder bag, and was sleeping soundly.

The dream broke, Klein opened his eyes and interpreted the revelation:

"This kind of accommodation environment only exists in the East District and the Beckland Bridge area, but it is an extremely huge place. Even if all the police in Beckland are dispatched, they cannot truly investigate..."

"Ian is very careful. Nothing left behind is with me, otherwise I can find him by relying on the divination technique..."

After thinking for a few minutes, Klein picked up the pen and added a paragraph before and after the divination statement, turning it into a defensive statement:

"I don't know where Ian Wright is. After discovering Zerrel's body, I have never seen him again."

The paper was placed on the desk like that, with a pen pressing on the edge.

After doing all this, Klein stood up and returned to the bed, quickly confirming in a less obvious way to splash coins.

After obtaining the negative answer, he quickly took four steps, silently recited the spell, and entered the gray fog.

In that ancient and majestic palace, Klein did not care about judging the surrounding situation and repeated the divination just now.

Seeing that the negative answer had not changed, he was no longer so nervous. He looked up and found that the newly added dark red star had a little sunny golden color.

"Is this the source of the warmth I feel?" Klein spreads his spirituality and touches it carefully in the way of recalling and praying.

The light and shadow changed, and a vague scene quickly appeared in front of him.

The petite girl and a slightly curly brown lady who were trying to pull into the grey mist were standing in front of the "altar", and a man wearing a white hard-shelled mask chanted the name corresponding to the eternal ray of brilliance, creating a warm and pure light.

Is this looking for someone to exorcise evil spirits? Klein almost burst into laughter.

At this time, he finally understood the reason for the previous situation. It was not that anyone penetrated the gray fog and locked him up. This kind of person who recited the name of the Lord and prayed for it. After receiving the information, the gray fog would naturally instinctively feed it back to him, but because it was not a prayer, the illusory layered sound turned into a warm current.

"Cue, this is a prompt, not a harm or an impact..." Klein made a clear judgment.

At the same time, he probably confirmed one thing, that is, the way in which the mysterious space above the gray fog connects with Miss "Justice" and others is not absolutely strange. It is not within the rules of this world, it will still be subject to certain constraints and will be affected to some extent by specific methods.

Klein continued to look at the picture in front of him, listening to the sound of his speech, and was shocked to find that this lasted longer than ever.

Before this, he could not take the initiative to spy on the corresponding target of the crimson star. He could only receive the corresponding scene unless the other party prayed.

Another situation is that when he gives feedback, he can see the scene and hear synchronized sounds, but once the response is over, he can no longer obtain additional information.

And now, he is like watching a video, maintaining a reality show full of mosaics for a long time.

He witnessed the petite lady talking in the study with a man wearing a golden mask, heard her companion call her Xiu, and understood that she was seeking the extraordinary material corresponding to the "Sheriff" potion...

It was not until the two ladies returned home that Klein regretted not being able to see their house numbers clearly, and the "video" came to an end.

Looking at the gradually dissipating sunny golden color, he nodded thoughtfully, vaguely understanding why this abnormality occurred.

"In other words, the power of purification helped me maintain the corresponding channel? The 30 pounds spent is quite worth it... I don't know when I can maintain it myself..." Klein shook his head and smiled, showing paper and pen, intending to continue to divine Ian Wright's whereabouts on the gray fog.
Chapter completed!