Chapter 50: Klein the Face-Covering Clown

Benson said goodbye to Old Blue with a smile on his face. He watched the old man open the door and walk away with the dog. He couldn't help but sigh that this old man's financial situation was better than many so-called middle-class people, but he didn't have the arrogance and particularity of the latter...

——He just saw old Bruce casually pull out three 10-pound notes, 10-pound notes!
Do I need to pay tax on this money? What kind of income is this? Category E, government and company employee salary income tax? 20% for anything over pounds...

Melissa's eyes sparkled as she said to Klein, who was standing outside the door with his back to the two of them, "Klein, I can help you walk the dog. I take the carriage to school and home, and it costs 4 pence each way, but I can earn it all back just by walking the dog once!"

"Well, OK, I think it's a good idea." Klein still had his back to his brother and sister and said in a steady tone, "You guys go and pack up first. I suddenly remembered that I have something to ask Mr. Blue..."

After saying this, Klein took a step forward and walked into the street where darkness had completely fallen.

“Don’t I need to wear a coat?” Melissa was a little confused. She looked at the figure wearing the old shirt walking away, and then looked at Benson next to her, a little confused.

Benson, who was still thinking about the tax issue, explained, "It's not very cold now, No. 11 is not far from here, and Klein is still young, so it's okay."

“Oh…” Melissa returned to the house and walked to the dining table to clean up, and asked:
"Benson, Klein seems to respect Mr. Blue? Did you know the occupant of Room 11 before?"

"No, I don't know Mr. Blue... After all, we just moved to Daffodil Street. We used to live in Iron Cross Street... Maybe our neighbor, Mrs. Shaw of No. 4 Daffodil Street, knows..."

“Mrs. Shawde…their whole family believes in the Lord of Storms…” Melissa muttered softly, “They even think that girls shouldn’t go to school and can only receive home education…How could they possibly know a gentleman like Mr. Blue who is a follower of the goddess!”

Benson smiled. His sister still minded this matter... Would she reject Storm's followers in the future? But it didn't matter. If his sister wanted to get married, it would be better for her to find a gentleman who believed in the goddess...

Um, it’s too early to think about this…

I still have to find a job with a higher weekly salary as soon as possible. Klein can already support the family, and I can't be left behind too much...

……

Klein held three banknotes in his left hand, which hung on the left side of his body. His right hand covered the left half of his face. The exposed right half of his face was covered with a big smile. His cheeks were squeezed and deformed by the smile, and he looked a little distorted. His eyes were full of madness.

His strides were so huge that it was like he was on a trampoline, and every step was like a big jump.

His steps were so light, as if there was cotton under his feet, and he made almost no sound when he stepped on the ground.

His upper and lower body seemed uncoordinated, yet he managed to maintain balance miraculously with every step.

……

"Ouch!" Ah Fu seemed to sense something. He pulled the chain desperately, trying to pull the old man away, but he was not as strong as his master and could not pull him away at all.

call out!call out!
"Huh?" Old Blue turned around and saw a thin piece of paper stabbing at his throat like a flying knife. His half-grown white beard was cut off by the sharp paper and slowly fell off. Boom!
Old Blue's eyes widened with the sound of an angry heartbeat, and a layer of illusory scales appeared under his skin, directly deflecting the "flying knife" at his throat. The black cane in his left hand, with a whistling sound, was swung violently at the black shadow following closely behind the flying knife!

Old Bruce was shocked to find that the black shadow seemed to have seen his movements in advance, and leaned back in advance, lowering the center of gravity, with the body almost parallel to the ground, and actually managed to avoid the furious attack!
"Klein?" The old man finally saw the figure clearly, relying on the sailor's vision that allowed him to see certain things underwater. "What's going on? He's actually covering his left cheek? And still laughing? Damn, his laugh is a bit scary... Was that the Joker's card throwing knife just now?"

"No, no, that's not the point. Why did Klein attack me? Did Mr. Fool finally realize that I was deceiving him? Or did he suddenly discover my true identity and want to kill me? Before he kills me, can you tell me who I am..."

Old Bruce's mind was in a mess, but his body movements were decisive and swift. He stopped the cane from moving forward, loosened the chain with his right hand, and pressed his palm hard towards the "Face-Covering Clown" who had just avoided the cane's sweep.

Gululu, Ah Fu, who was desperately pulling at the chain, rolled several times on the ground and fell into the distant night, feeling a little dazed.

Boom!
With his furious right palm, he pressed on the cement road, which actually created a dent in it. Several cracks spread from the dent to the surrounding areas, forming a spider web.

Clown Klein twisted his body with his hands covering his face, just like Tom in the cartoon he watched as a child. He twisted his waist and dodged the brutal blow. His smile was a little stiff, and his body suddenly bounced up. The last "flying knife" held in his left hand stabbed into the expected most vulnerable part of the old man - the eyes with a blue glow.

Old Bruce tilted his head, and the deep wrinkles at the corners of his mouth flattened in an instant. His mouth opened wide, and his upper and lower sharp teeth that seemed to be made of steel suddenly closed together, directly biting the "flying knife" in front of him into pieces. With the remaining force, he opened his mouth again, and bit the clown who dared to provoke the angry people with gold pound fragments and sticky liquid.

Clown Klein quickly retracted his left hand that had just held the gold pound "flying knife" with his hand covering his face. Seeing the big mouth approaching him, he couldn't help but want to retreat. He was about to jump back, but suddenly felt a pain in his foot and almost lost control of his body... He couldn't lean back or jump back.

A picture emerged in his mind: while the old man in front of him bit the golden pound flying knife into pieces, the silver-black cane in his left hand, with the force of thunder, pierced through his shoes and the sole of his right foot, and reached the ground.

In front of him, there was a bloody mouth, and around this mouth was the extremely hideous face of Old Blue with old skin.

In his ears, he heard maddening screams, useless complaints, cries of fear of death, and groans of pain.

At the tip of his nose, he seemed to smell an endless smell of blood, the disgusting smell of stomach acid digesting food, the smell of various seasonings he had just used to cook, and... the smell of gold pounds.

Klein subconsciously closed his eyes and raised his left hand, trying to cover the right side of his stiff, laughing face. However, because his right hand was covering his left face, he couldn't cover it tightly.

"It hurts! It hurts so much! My feet... oooo..."

"Klein, you can't even look me in the face?!"

Clown Klein, who was covering his face, felt a large, rough, calloused hand placed on his forehead. His right arm, which was covering his left face, was slowly but firmly moved away from his face as if bitten by a beast, revealing his crying face on the left side. At this time, his right face, which was also exposed, also turned into a crying face.

His right arm was released by the beast, but he did not cover his face again.

"Klein? Are you... Klein?"

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