In a house in Cherwood Borough.
As soon as Xio opened the door and entered, she caught a whiff of the fragrance of fried food. She couldn't help but sniff and look towards the kitchen.
"Fors?"
"Could there be anyone else?" Fors peeked her head out from the kitchen and asked with a smile.
Xio put down the newspaper in her hand and mumbled in surprise, "That's right.
"Do you remember how long it's been since you last entered the kitchen? Uh, making toast in the morning doesn't count. "
Fors returned to the kitchen and only her voice drifted out.
"I choose food outside because it's better. And now, there aren't any good fried chicken in the surrounding streets.
"I suddenly have a craving for this. Among the food that was passed down from Intis, it's my favorite!"
Xio walked to the kitchen and leaned against the door frame. She watched Fors busily prepare dinner and deliberated.
"I've received a commission. 100 pounds a day for three to five days, but I need to find another helper.
"Weren't you short on money previously? Do you want to do it together?"
My financial situation has actually improved … However, a mission of 50 pounds a day isn't bad. I'll save as much as I can. There will be plenty of places to spend money in the future … As Fors stared at the wok filled with oil, she asked,
"What kind of commission?"
She had already calculated the remuneration she would receive in her mind.
Xio combed her slightly coarse blonde hair and said,
"Secretly protecting a tycoon named Dawn Dantès."
"What happened to him? Will it be dangerous? "Fors asked cautiously.
Xio recalled and said, "It seems to be a business dispute.
"It seems to be a business dispute, and a competitor threatened him.
"It's nothing dangerous. As you know, the powerful Beyonders in Baekeland wouldn't take such risks. It's easy to expose themselves and be targeted by the Nighthawks and Mandated Punishers."
"Maybe it's a lunatic? We can't rule out that possibility. " As Fors retorted, she naturally thought of The World, German Sparrow. This gentleman was a lunatic who dared to do great things in Baekeland!
She paused and scooped up the fried chicken.
"Since you've already accepted the mission and I don't have anything to do recently, let's go together.
"Fortunately, this is a secret protection. No one will find out that I'm working as a bodyguard. Otherwise, I won't be able to participate in those literary salons of the upper class. Hehe, actually, I can tell them that I'm experiencing life. I'm collecting material. My next novel will be about a female bodyguard and a male employer!"
Xio was already used to Fors's habit of letting her thoughts wander. She sniffled again.
"Let's go there after dinner."
…
160 Böklund Street. Klein set up a ritual in the master bedroom's bathroom before entering the world above the gray fog.
He planned to take care of some chores before the bodyguards hired by Butler Walter arrived so that it wouldn't be inconvenient for him to do so in the next few days.
Among the miscellaneous tasks, the most important one was to confirm the condition of the Creeping Hunger.
After sitting in the seat belonging to The Fool, Klein made the human-skinned glove fly over from the junk pile.
After a series of divination checks, he discovered that the Creeping Hunger was rather stubborn this time. The negative effects didn't change at all.
Has it been infected by Mr. A and won't give up on praising the True Creator? The corners of Klein's mouth twitched as he seriously considered how to resolve the problem.
Find another way to threaten it? No, how can it be called a threat? It should be said that I'm maintaining the initiative to communicate in a friendly manner … Klein tapped the edge of the long, mottled table with his fingers as he silently muttered to himself.
Since I have to write to Mr. Aztec later, I can mention the fact that the seal on the Creeping Hunger has failed.
I can also bring some mushrooms with me. No, that won't do. Although this can prevent the Creeping Hunger from praising the True Creator, it will also make it unusable. Hmm … I'll get a few original mutated mushrooms from Frank to see if they have any other effects …
After making up his mind, Klein threw Aztec's copper whistle and the adventurer's harmonica into the Door of Sacrifice and Bestowment. He then returned to the real World, put away the items, and cleaned up the traces.
After leaving the washroom, Klein walked to his desk and took out a piece of paper and a fountain pen.
He deliberated and wrote: "Honorable Mr. Aztec … It's been a while since I've written to you. I wonder how you've been recently …
"… Due to some unforeseen circumstances, the seal you placed on the Creeping Hunger has failed. Can you give me the corresponding solution? I wish to do it again …
"… Have you heard of a creature called Spirit World Plunderer? What level is it at? What characteristics does it have? Which regions is it often active in?
"… I might be heading to the Southern Continent in the near future. If I obtain any new information on Death, I'll promptly write to you …"
Putting down the fountain pen and reading it twice, Klein folded the letter, picked up the copper whistle, and blew at it.
Without a sound, white bones emerged from the ground and surged into the air like a fountain, forming a gigantic skeleton that was nearly four meters tall.
The skeleton looked down at Dawn Dantès for a second before bending down, lowering its right arm, and spreading out its palm.
This messenger is becoming more and more polite … Klein nodded in satisfaction as he handed the letter he had just written to the messenger.
The skeleton messenger didn't stop as it instantly disintegrated and fell to the ground like a waterfall, rapidly vanishing.
Klein secretly heaved a sigh of relief as he retracted his gaze and continued writing. It was addressed to Frank.
"… The dried mushrooms you gave me previously weren't bad. Do you have any more?
"… Do you think there's any possibility of implementing the idea I mentioned previously? If you encounter any difficulties during the research process, you can write to me … "
After folding the letter, Klein picked up the adventurer's harmonica and blew into it.
He then saw Miss Messenger Reinette Tinekerr appear beside him. She still didn't have a head, and she wore a complicated and dark dress. She held four beautiful blonde, red-eyed heads.
"Can you locate Frank Lee?" Klein asked with greater confidence. After all, Miss Messenger was different from ordinary messengers. She was a spirit world creature at the demigod level.
Under normal circumstances, messengers could only locate the contractor and the person who had used the summoning ritual. As for the latter, there was a distance restriction. Once they were too far away from the ritual, the messenger wouldn't be able to find them.
The four heads in Reinette Tinekerr's hands turned and looked at Klein.
"Is it …" "That …" "Person …" "Who …" "Wants …" "To …" "Be …" "Planted …" "Into …" "Soil?"
… What did Frank do to leave such a deep impression on Miss Messenger … When I replied, she even said that she hoped he wasn't dead … Klein nodded solemnly.
"Yes."
Reinette Tinekerr's four heads spoke one after another.
"Yes …" "Locate …" "I have …" "Mark him …"
Ah? Klein's mouth turned agape when he heard that, nearly forgetting his goal.
Poor Frank. No, the powerful Frank actually got Miss Messenger to specially mark him … May the Goddess bless him … Klein slowly exhaled and handed the letter in his hand to Reinette Tinekerr.
"Please hand it to Frank.
"He will pay you in gold."
One of the heads in Reinette Tinekerr's hands opened its mouth and bit the letter before entering the spirit world, preventing it from being observed.
After settling the chores, Klein left the copper whistle and harmonica with him and went to the second floor to enjoy dinner.
Midway through the meal, Butler Walter entered and whispered into Dawn Dantès's ear, "The bodyguards are already here.
They're Miss Xio and her friend from before. I'll arrange for them to provide protection in secret. "
Miss Xio and her friend? Don't tell me it's Miss Magicians … Klein was momentarily at a loss for words. All he could do was nod slightly, indicating that he was aware.
His spirituality actually didn't sense anyone "invading" the house, but this was very normal. It wasn't late at night when everyone was sleeping soundly. At that time, even the slightest abnormality would be rather obvious. Unless Klein had specially left a mark with his spirituality that could be detected, or the person who entered the house had some ill intent towards him, it would be very difficult to discover anything.
…
In another bedroom on the third floor, Xio and Fors each occupied a curtain. Through the glass, they looked at the garden below.
"This is my dream residence. When I have enough money, I'll buy a house like this in a beautiful place. No, I'll still choose Baekeland. There's more delicacies here, and it's more convenient," Fors said sincerely.
After saying that, she sighed inwardly.
Unfortunately, I have the curse of the full moon. I can only continue improving myself. Otherwise, I would've left behind a house and not cash …
Xio traced her friend's gaze and looked outside.
She whispered, "I lived in such a place when I was young …"
Fors glanced at Xio. As she didn't know what to say, she changed the topic.
"How should we provide protection?"
Xio retracted her gaze.
"When Mr. Dawn Dantès isn't out or has visitors, he'll hide in his room and pay attention to his surroundings to prevent anyone from sneaking in …
"When a guest visits, we'll enter next door and pay close attention to any movements. We'll 'open the door' to save him at any time …
"If Mr. Dawn Dantès heads out, the butler will inform us ahead of time. I'll hide under the carriage to protect him, and you'll find another carriage to follow …"
"Xio, you're becoming more and more professional!" Fors praised seriously before chuckling. "I just saw Mr. Dawn Dantès's portrait. If you hadn't said that the danger stemmed from business competition, I would've suspected that the problem stemmed from an emotional dispute …"
Before Fors could finish her sentence, she suddenly saw a carriage stop outside the house. A few policemen in black and white checkered uniforms alighted.
What's going on? She looked at her friend and realized that Xio was equally puzzled.
…
In the living room on the second floor, Klein met with the four police officers.
"Mr. Dawn Dantès, do you know Mr. Cuarón?"
Cuarón? Klein thought for a moment and recalled that this was the gentleman who had sold his Coim Company shares to him.
"I do. What happened to him?" Klein asked calmly.
The leading officer replied rather politely, "I know him.
He committed suicide. "
"In addition, he left behind a suicide note, accusing you of forcing him to sell his shares and using all sorts of underhanded methods to torture him, causing him to be extremely depressed.
"And his family provided proof for the contents of his suicide note."
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