On the shooting range of the Cragg Club, Klein accepted the test of the equestrian teacher Talim in marksmanship and fighting. The latter finally realized his purpose: one of his friends wanted to commission a detective, and he told the other party. Recommended the well-known detective Sherlock Moriarty.

But don't catch the **** or look for the cat again... Klein slandered and asked with a smile:

"What kind of commission does your friend want?"

"Hehe, he will be at the club later, and you can talk for yourself." Talim rubbed the place where Klein hit with his backhand. "I don't know what the specific commission is. By the way, he is a reporter. Journalist Mike Joseph of the Daily Observer, I think you should have heard of him."

"Mike Joseph of the "Daily Observer"?" Klein thought the name was quite familiar. After thinking about it, he remembered that the first few articles of "Hero Detective" that became famous seemed to be the reporter's hand...

When he discovered that one of Mr. Tower's identities was the "hero detective" Brian, he had collected some information, including many articles written by reporters Mike.

However, after thinking about it, Klein tentatively asked, "The reporter who reported on Detective Bryan?"

"That's right, based on his relationship with Detective Brian, Mike has gotten several interview opportunities. For this, he not only received awards, but also was promoted to the top quasi-high level of the newspaper." Talim said with emotion.

Since His Royal Highness has also invested in the "Daily Observer", he is more concerned about this.

"But why didn't Mr. Mike entrust detective Brian?" Klein asked puzzledly.

"As far as I know, Detective Bryan will be leaving Backlund for a while, and Mike should be seeing him off now...so it will take a while." Talim replied as he walked towards the stairs of the shooting range.

Klein who was following him was a little relaxed and regretful.

Relaxing is because since Mr. "Tower" left Backlund, he didn't have to worry about encountering each other for a short time, and he was recognized. With his current disguise, he is not at all sure that he can hide it from a well-known detective. What's more, the "confession" is still in his hands. If he is really seen, I am afraid I can only consider himself "the world".

Regrettably, it was because after "Tower" left Backlund, it was difficult for him to mobilize enough power to help him accomplish his goal. After all, whether it is Miss Justice or Miss Judgement, although they are good in terms of funding and intelligence capabilities, their frontal combat capabilities are too far behind the tower, and may even be inferior to their own...

Just as he was secretly calculating, a layer of illusory prayers suddenly rang in his ears.

Seeing him stop, Talim asked suspiciously: "What's the matter?"

Klein smiled and said, "I want to go to the bathroom first."

...

In a hunting ground in Backlund parish, Audrey took a maroon little mare and deliberately got to the corner, pretending to discuss matters with Viscount Glent.

She is wearing white trousers and knee-length black boots. The upper body is a simple lady's shirt with a black jacket-style rider suit with a waist. Coupled with a protective helmet of the same color, the whole person looks very sassy, ​​different from usual. beauty of.

Coming from the station and disguised as Viscount Glent's attendant, Hugh glanced enviously at Audrey's long and straight legs, and stepped on her toes unconsciously.

But she quickly restrained her emotions and took a stack of papers sent by the big golden retriever named "Suzy" in her hand, and looked through it pretendingly with curiosity.

Although she already knew what was inside, after all, she was there when Mr. Fool issued this "inspection" mission.

Then, after the two sides placed the commission to find "Lan Er Wu Si" at a gold rate of 100 pounds, Audrey asked again: "Is there any news about psychological alchemy?"

After getting the secrets about the "God" from Mr. "Ta" at the Tarot Club, she was not looking for the "Psychological Alchemy Club" solely for the potion formula, but wanted to hear about the "Demi-God Dragon Skeleton" as soon as possible. "The news, after all, she doesn't like the feeling of being in debt at all.

Fors adjusted his long curly hair, and looked at each other with Xio:

"I recently joined a new Extraordinary party. It is said that there have been potions formulas for'audience' and'mind reader' in it. I suspect that among the members of that party there are people from the Psychological Alchemy.

"When there is a party next time, I will apply and take you there."

"Okay." Audrey deliberately didn't hide her joy.

...

Enmat Harbor, the Church of Plenty.

Dunn Smith rubbed his forehead tiredly. He wore the face of the movie version of "Iron Man" at the moment, but his eyes were as deep as ever...well, the hairline was also slightly higher.

Recalling the embarrassing things he had just done in his dreams, Dunn glanced at the long-brown pastor "Miss" not far in front of him, and couldn't help but say helplessly:

"Ms. Closfia, you can obviously suppress the negative effects of this mask, why do you let it go wrong every time?"

Closfia, the mother of Judy, the demigod of the audience, the "lazy" lady of the Psychological Alchemy Association, gave her a grin and said, "Because I'm too lazy to make it."

I really like to tease people more than Daly... Just as Dunn turned this thought, he heard the other person say again: "However, you should feel it? The incoordination in your spirit has been roughly closed. The remaining problems, just need' Just play the role of the'digestion' potion'."

"But the performance doesn't need to rely on that mask..." Dunn understood what the other party meant and wanted to argue.

"But if you go to'play' by yourself, can you really become a qualified'Nightmare'? You snatched a child's ice cream in your dream, and because the other party cried so loudly, you had to send it back to the laughing'Nightmare' what."

Ms. Closfia sarcastically smiled weirdly.

Dunn was speechless, and he was actually very puzzled. He obviously went to dream to grab Klein's food, and the effect was very good... Why can't a similar role play now?

"That can't always let me perform the scenes in the "Iron Man" of Emperor Roselle... Don't be embarrassed. If there are too many performances, the nearby residents will no longer be afraid of this because of this dream?" Deng Yeah tried hard one last time.

"You have a point..." Closfia nodded thoughtfully, and when Dunn thought she was finally free, she heard the other party continue to say, "Then I will communicate with the'Joker Mask'. , Let it be played in a different script... Well, what do you think of the Hulk? It must scare people."

Dunn rubbed his forehead again, picked up the cup on the table, took a sip of coffee, and said with a wry smile:

"Madam, please forgive me."

"Haha, I'm just joking." Ms. Closfia covered her mouth and laughed a few times, and then reduced her expression, and asked with a serious face: "If it is your enemy, would you dare to make a nightmare? 'Apply to the opponent?"

Hearing the words~lightnovelpub.net~ Dunn's faint eyes glanced at her, and while thinking about it, he said: "Do you know the whereabouts of Lan Erwus?"

"Why not Ince Zangwill?" Closfia asked with interest.

"Oh, the power of'Nightmare' can't make the demigod afraid...What's more, that person is now a much better'Nightmare' than me." Dunn sighed and laughed at himself.

"Although you have self-knowledge...but Lan Erwus is not that simple. He has a trace of the divinity of the true creator. If you don't want to get rid of it, you can't deal with him... You said before that you were in a dream. Those who have seen the'image' of the real Creator... it feels uncomfortable to think about." Closfia shook her fingers and said.

"Where is he?" Dunn only asked aloud after being silent for a few seconds.

"Becklund... the exact location, you still have to investigate to know." Closfia replied.

"What do I need to pay to get you to take action and destroy that trace of divinity?" Dunn looked at the pastor "Miss" with determination in his eyes, as if he was willing to pay no matter what the price.

"I need you to do something for me." Closfia raised her lips and said with a smile, "Don't worry, you won't violate the code of ethics."

...

On the steam train, Abner, who had studied on Yuanbao for about ten minutes, woke up. He pinched his bulging eyebrows and asked the conductor to buy a cup of sweet iced tea.

At the same time, Klein, who was in the Cragg Club, finally walked out of the bathroom.

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