Both sides knew the whereabouts of Hermoshu due to the manuscript, and this matter would end tonight... The ambassador would be able to take action and have the spare time to take revenge and other actions... This is why danger is coming? Klein probably understood the previous divination results and inexplicable signs.

If there was no "Dirty Word" spell and no powerful bodyguard for 1,000 pounds for three days, he would probably go to the police station now to "stay" at St. Hillland's headquarters of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery to "stay" to avoid possible attacks and wait for the ambassador to be assassinated. As for whether the assassination can be successful, Klein is not sure. Anyway, he has considered the worst result and has certain plans.

But now, since he has double preparations, he will undoubtedly not adopt the strategy of avoiding, and is still staying at home and pretending not to know anything.

In his heart, he even looked forward to the attacker coming.

The "hunter" Meurso of Sequence 9 was killed by me, and I sent someone to it, at least it would be a Sequence 7, or even Sequence 6, Sequence 5, or the number of piles. No matter what, as long as they are solved, I will get the recipe, get extraordinary characteristics, and recover some losses... Well, I will tell my bodyguard lady that I am lucky to get benefits from the "black ears" I bought and become an extraordinary person. After all, if the battle is fierce, I can't hide this at all, and what I tell is almost the truth, I did get a lot of gains from that "black ears"... Klein thought about what happened next, almost instinctively wanted to draw the crimson moon on his chest.

May the goddess protect him, and the extraordinary person who came to the "divinator" path! He prayed silently.

Thinking of this, he looked around the room, looking for his bodyguard, worried that the other party would run away quietly after hearing the whole story.

The living room and dining room are warmly lit, illuminating the coffee table, sofas and chairs, and there is no one else except that.

Just as Klein was gradually becoming nervous, he suddenly saw a face appearing on the glass cover of the gas lamp in the living room area, with a light golden color, delicate appearance, and pale face.

This lady is still a little confident in her strength... Klein's mind was calm and he whispered in a low voice:

"I am also an extraordinary person."

"I went to a party through Caspass and bought a lucky item and got some benefits, of course, just for people like me."

These two sentences of his words are the truth, and no matter what method he faces, he can withstand the test.

But putting these two sentences together will make people think that the benefit makes him an extraordinary person.

The face that appeared on the gas lamp glass cover nodded slightly and disappeared quickly without any other reaction.

Klein seemed to have not changed on the outside, but he quietly breathed in his heart.

He returned to the sofa area, didn't take off his coat, picked up a newspaper, and started to read it casually.

After a while, the jingling sound echoed again, and someone rang the doorbell again.

Who? Klein's spirit was instantly tense, and his hands were inserted into his pockets, touching the tarot card and the "Defiled Word" talisman.

He slowly walked towards the gate, and with the help of the clown's ability, he had a premonition of the scene he would see after opening the door:

The crimson moon was still looming, the elegant gas street lights remained unchanged, and a sheriff wearing a black and white uniform with three Vs of the epaulette was impatiently waiting by the door.

He had short brown and yellow beards under his chin, which was the sheriff who had handled the "Sherlock Moriarty Self-defense Case".

Jurgen seemed to have mentioned his name, Sheriff Farsin? Well, I can go back the 10 pound bail tomorrow and the next day... What is he going to do? MINI sent him to find Ian Wright? Or notify me where to go to avoid danger? In a puzzled manner, Klein held the handle.

…………

Located in the Intis Embassy in the West District of Beckland, the lights are brightly lit, and the smell of various perfumes and wines spread to every corner with melodious melody.

A dance party is being held here.

During the years when Berkeron served as ambassador, he often held balls at the embassy, ​​inviting bankers, factory owners, philanthropists, and other famous wealthy people and barristers to participate, and randomly gave some businessmen at the next level.

In such an atmosphere, he would tell the guests about the prosperity and openness of Trier, and that the Republic of Intis is no longer dominated by aristocrats. Bankers, factory owners, lawyers and other people are the masters of the country. They directly and indirectly took over most of the seats, determined the direction of national policies, enjoyed real freedom, and had a noble status.

Today, Berkelon is also doing similar things, holding a wine glass and constantly appearing in front of all the guests, as if he wanted to prove that he was at the banquet at this time and did not go out.

I must have obtained the manuscript... I knew from the detective who was trembling with fear that Ian Wright appeared at the Telegraph Office on White Rum Street, and I was setting everything up. Now it was time to harvest... Berkeron, who had a thin face but had a very delicious taste, drank the bloody Ormeer wine and headed towards the balcony, intending to blow the cool breeze of the night.

After learning that Ian had sent the telegram, as a senior "conspirator" and a professional intelligence officer, Berkeron keenly thought of the other party's boss's boss, so he quickly asked the double-faced spy investigation lurking in the Beckland team of the Foxac Empire's intelligence agency, and obtained the meeting time, location and method agreed by Ian and the "group leader".

Afterwards, he pretended that this was not the case and continued to send people to look for Ian near Bailang Street. He successfully discovered the other party and also attracted the strife of MI9.

According to his arrangement, the intelligence personnel on the scene deliberately let Ian go away, so that the MINI No. 9 believed that both sides were on the same starting line.

After paralyzing the main opponent, he dispatched another, unexposed intelligence officer, to ambush Ian and the "group leader" of the Fsak Empire, and wanted to find the manuscript without the MINI's awareness and take it out of the Ruan Kingdom.

Things were progressing as smooth as he expected, but the news sent back in the evening made him feel extremely heavy.

The MI9th Department actually appeared!

They who should have been hidden actually appeared!

With Rosago here, it is definitely not a divination factor, and MINI 9 is not good at divination at all... This shows that there are borers inside us... I hope Rosago can take the lead, get the manuscript, and hand it over to the "shadow" to take it away... In order to avoid suspicion, Berkeron deliberately organized a dance party, so he could no longer interfere in the progress of the matter, and could only pray for his subordinates to be effective.

According to his arrangement, after Rosago succeeds, he will immediately transfer the items to another intelligence officer, an intelligence officer who has never been activated before. Then, Rosago will lure away the people from MIIT No. 9, and continue to interfere with the "visit" by creating some troubles to attract attention to his companions. In this process, Berkeron asked Rosago to kill the little detective.

If it weren't for him, things wouldn't be known by the MI9th people, and everything would go very well... The things that I had to do with the Zmanger Party would not be exposed, and I wouldn't be transferred back to the country... He didn't actually run away, thinking that the MI9 people would always protect him, and staying at home was safer than running away? Berkeron rubbed his face.

He had received the order that after the manuscript's actions were over, he would hand over the intelligence-related matters to the first-class military officers of the embassy, ​​waiting for the new ambassador to take office and hand over.

Berkelon is quite reluctant to leave here. Although the weather is poor and the pollution is heavy, it is the most prosperous city in the world, no doubt about it.

Moreover, the ladies and wives here are relatively conservative, not the sluts in China. They slowly seduce them to bed and remove their conservatism bit by bit. It is a very fulfilling and fascinating thing. Unfortunately, I want to say goodbye to these beautiful people... Berkeron thought a little depressedly, and he became more and more resentful of the little detective who dared to resist.

As for Rosago's own safety, Berkeron was not worried at all. He believed that as long as the other party was willing and not locked by the high-sequence powerhouse, he could escape immediately. This was because Rosago had special extraordinary abilities.

As he thought about it, Berkeron's eyes suddenly lit up and saw a young girl in a long dark red dress standing on the edge of the balcony with a wine glass.

She has a beautiful face and elegant temperament, her ink hair is flowing and smooth, and her light brown eyes seem to have many words hidden.

Berkelon immediately walked over and started chatting with the other party with familiarity. He learned that the girl was the daughter of a timber merchant named Erin. Her father was not very rich and was trying to get to the upper level.

With the help of Ambassador Intis, Berkeron quickly gained Erin's admiration.

After dancing two dances together, their physical movements became intimate.

"Beautiful Miss, I want to invite you to my room to taste the Ormeer wine, 1286," Berkeron hinted.

Erin replied without hesitation:

"OK."

The two left the dance hall, quietly arrived on the second floor, entered Berkelon's room, and kept the guard away and did not disturb him.

In 1286, before the Ormeer wine appeared, Berkeron enthusiastically brought Erin to bed.

While rolling, Erin's not-so-complex skirt fell, and her white arms wrapped around the other person.

Her hands grabbed Berkeron's scapula, and her nails and veins suddenly grew black, thin, fluffy "spider's feet"!

Bang!

Erin's eyes suddenly raised slightly, and white foam appeared in her mouth.

Berkeron retracted his fist that hit the opponent's abdomen and stood up from the bed. He no longer showed his rush and looked cold.

"Who sent you?" Berkelon asked in a low voice.

Erin wanted to stand up, but she was in pain and couldn't succeed, her eyes were both frightened and shocked.

Seeing the beautiful girl's expression, Berkelon smiled and said:

"I am indeed obsessed with beautiful ladies, but I know this problem myself, so I am very careful every time I face beautiful ladies."

"Tell me, who sent you?"

"Don't think about patience, I'm very good at using fire."
Chapter completed!