Chapter 75 What if he pulls me into Aurora?

On Saturday, Klein had to guard the Chanis Gate, and his colleagues would not come to relieve him until Sunday morning, giving him time to catch up on some sleep.

He replaced Luo Yao, who was on duty at Chanis Gate yesterday. He skillfully made a cup of Filmer's coffee, which was fragrant but bitter. Well, he used Dunn's coffee powder. He spread out newspapers, magazines and novels to pass the time.

After a while, a figure flashed in and caught Klein's attention. It was Leonard, who had the temperament of a poet.

Klein hurriedly asked according to the normal procedure:

"Hmm? Something? What do you want to get? Show me the captain's approval."

Leonard sat across from Klein and looked carefully at this new colleague, who was not new at all. He made the latter feel uneasy before he spoke:

"Why did you digest the potion so quickly? Aren't you afraid it's a trap? Don't you think it's too risky to share your experience and attract more attention?"

Digest... Mr. Poet, you also understand the role-playing method... Traps, um, could it be that Russell could foresee the future and plant traps in his diary for fellow travelers who traveled a hundred years later? It shouldn't be possible... And Old Blue has also popularized it to me...

So that's why Leonard is worried about the attention of the top management even though he didn't use the rumored "acting method". This is somewhat similar to the captain's concerns...

Oh, if it wasn't for the "clown" potion that Old Blue sacrificed to the "fool", I would have submitted a special application for promotion! That would have been eye-catching! Now, well, it should be okay, after all, it's just a superficial experience in digesting potions...

Klein smiled and said:
“I remember someone once told me that there are always some special people in this world who can accomplish things that others cannot.

“Take me, for example.

"For example, you."

Seeing that Leonard changed his stance because of these two sentences and wanted to say something, Klein said with a serious expression:

"Leonard, do you remember the first mission we worked on together? We were just tracking down the kidnapper, but we found clues to the Antigonus family's notes hidden in the room opposite...

"There have been too many coincidences recently... I'm very scared. I'm scared of you, scared of Frye, scared of the captain, and even more scared of myself, of what happened to Old Neil.

“That’s why I’m sharing this method…”

Leonard was silent. He could feel that Klein's tone was so sincere and earnest... His starting point was so perfect, standing at the highest moral point just like that...

"Why? Although Klein is a good person, he was still holding back a few days ago... But now, it's as if he has experienced a purification? Or a spiritual cleansing? He is so pure now..."

Leonard wanted to tell everyone on the spot that Klein had been promoted to "Joker" to taint this purity... but he finally left in silence. He could no longer say anything.

“Huh…” Klein took a sip of the bitter coffee. He felt that his views on many things had changed after the “Face-Covering Clown” incident.

This is not because my personality has quietly changed, but because I am no longer so panicked and helpless;
I no longer subconsciously think that I am a stranger away from home. It seems that I have suddenly integrated better into this world I have traveled to...

This world is so real, and the people around me are so vivid...

That pain... is so real, I just live in this world...

This is... the lesson that Old Bruce taught me with his blood and tears.

... "Did I follow the wrong person?"

Little Fur Mouse was a little puzzled. This old man, um, called Old Blue, was obviously very powerful, but he was just wandering around instead of doing anything? He was so high in status... That gray fog, the sea water... Stop, don't think about it!
Um, it seems, there is nothing to do... Oh, I am just superficial. When I was a demigod, I was still running around to become stronger and hiding everywhere... It was really miserable...

Without paying attention to what the little rat on his shoulder was thinking, Old Blue had been searching for the "remains" I had cooked in Backlund since morning, under the guise of investigation.

Of course, due to the limited scope of "both sides of the Tussock River", many famous check-in spots cannot be visited.

For example, the Krag Club restaurant, the Harvest Church, and the most important No. 15 Minsk Street, which I most want to visit.

"Hey, take your time. After we kill the treacherous pirate, we can check in at Sherlock's former residence..."

After having dinner in a real "greasy" cafe, he was finally able to go to the place he had planned yesterday - Mr. A's extraordinary party.

In Queens, outside a house that looks ordinary.

Old Blue jumped off the cab, nodded Little Fu's head, and began to look around, muttering to himself:
"It seems that this place is only 10 minutes away from Viscount Greylint's mansion by carriage... Do you want to go and check in? Well, that's Miss Justice's check-in place, and it has a lower priority than me. We'll talk about it when there's a chance."

He carried the sacred tree of the sea, put on the iron-black mask from the Wisdom Eye gathering, and put on the black hood he bought in the meantime. He walked towards the front door of the house with steady steps. Dong, dong, dong, dong, he knocked on the wooden door at intervals of three long and two short knocks.

With a creak, the main door slowly opened, and a number of people were sitting scattered inside. Some of them were hiding their faces in various ways, such as wearing hoods and masks, while others didn't care at all and exposed their facial features frankly.

The new participants did not cause any commotion. Mr. A's gathering was different from that of the Eye of Wisdom. The powerful and almighty "Shepherd" was not afraid of the challenge of wild Beyonders at all. And with the tacit approval and even cover of the Loen officials, the Beyonders of the church could not find this place...

Therefore, Mr. A does not care much about the identity of the participants in the party. Anyone who has a channel to find this place can come and participate.

He even wished that more men and women with beautiful appearances would come and develop into "secret praying people".

The man in a black robe sitting on a single sofa quickly glanced at Old Blue, then lost interest and continued to hide himself in the shadows.

"Damn..." Old Blue found a sofa and sat down. Through Mr. A's reaction, he once again confirmed that appearance is really important. It was a pity that before he came here, he had anticipated how to respond when being sold the "Secret Prayer" potion.

"Hey, Mr. A must have a problem with his eyes. Otherwise, with his handsome appearance, calm wrinkles, and stylish beard, he must be a messenger of God..."

With a creak, the gate that had just been closed was opened again by the gatekeeper, and two hooded figures came in. Judging from their body shapes, they should be women, and the height difference was quite obvious.

Old Blue, who prided himself on his good eyesight, noticed that Mr. A's eyes were shining, as if he had seen something beautiful.

He followed the line of sight and saw only light blue eyes under the hood of a taller figure, a nice face, and a lazy temperament.

The other one was about 1.55 meters tall, well, padded out... Under the hood, his facial features were delicate and soft, and he looked quite young, but he had an indescribable majesty and a believable charm.

Old Blue didn't watch "Salted Fish Angel" and "The Breeder's Trial" anymore. He turned his head and looked deeply at Mr. A. From that moment on, he had one more enemy. He was good-looking, so what?!

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