was a man wearing a black clergy robe and a black glove on his left palm.

　　 has a thin face, brown skin, sunken eyes as if a corpse, black beard roots and white extensions, spreading from the sides of the mouth to the ears.

　　 However, they are not dense, they are quite short, and they appear to be scattered.

　　The eyes are close to the skin color, and they are light brown. They clearly have the temperament of a priest, but they are cold and terrifying, and they seem to feel abnormal in silence.

　　 If Alvia definitely recognizes here as the saint Zatwin of the Rose School.

"Hahaha!"

　　 Dark saint Xmahaha laughed,

　　 "If I say that the Witch Sect does not have this strength, I believe it, but Master Zatwin of the Rose School said that it has no strength, I would never believe it."

　　 "Everyone knows that there are strong people of Sequence 1 in the Rose School."

　　 Actually meeting Zatwin was also the luck of the dark saint Xma. He had previously saved a rose school of people from a ruin.

　　 was just doing it casually.

　　 I didn't expect that the teacher of that person turned out to be Zatwin, so he got in touch with Zatwin naturally.

"really!"

　　 "But what price are you going to give us."

　　 "Although you saved my students, I command the King of Untouchable Angels. You have to pay the price."

　　 "A price that makes Sequence 1 heart-stirring."

　　 "Otherwise it is impossible to succeed."

　　 Dark Saint Xima nodded, he knew this too,

　　 "I didn't intend to invite gods, Sioa. I only intend to invite the King of Curses, Barranka."

　　 "The Cursed King Barranka?"

　　 "This is indeed a good choice."

　　Zatwin picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.

　　 "Talk about the price you can pay."

　　 "This action is related to the real creator, and the angel has several level 0 non-items in his hands."

　　 "As long as you kill her, I only need a small box, and all other level 0 Extraordinary items will be given to you."

　　 "Level 0 Extraordinary Item?"

"you sure?"

　　Zatwin couldn't help but straightened up. If what Xema said is true, then this is definitely a big deal.

　　 A sale that is big enough to make an angel's heart move.

　　 "If that's the case, then you can. I'll talk to Lord Barranka, the King of Curses, for you."

　　 Dark saint Cosma saw Zatwin's consent, and turned his head to Pannadia, the desperate Miss Nightingale who had not spoken.

　　 "Aren't you all with the help of Lord Zatvin?"

　　 "Do you still see what I do?"

　　Panadia looked at the dark saint Xma with a grimace, as if looking at the cheating scum man.

　　 Those eyes are as pitiful as they are.

　　 makes people look at it and want to hold her in his arms and love it.

　　 But as Cosma, who has cooperated with Pannadia many times, there is no wave in her heart, not to say that Cosma is strong.

　　 At first, Xima was also fascinated by this witch, but once I saw her being affectionate and affectionate with a man one second before, overturning and overturning, he was brutally killed in the next second.

　　 Can you imagine blood splashing on the beautiful bumpy ketone body?

　　 There is a trace of horror in the enchantment.

　　 Since then, the dark saint Xmar has kept away from this desperate nightingale lady.

　　 This is definitely a prickly poppy, both addictive and hurtful.

　　 "I need a few demigods!"

　　 "Aurora, I will notify the other saints in the meeting, but I hope that the witch sect will send out a few more demigods."

"Can!"

　　 "What is the reward?"

　　Panadia saw that he couldn't seduce the dark saint Xma, but also felt bored, put away that posture, and said sternly.

"Um!"

　　 "The angel, except for level 0 extraordinary items, all other level 1 to 3 extraordinary items can be given to you."

"make a deal!"

　　…………

　　 After breakfast, Klein read the newspaper leisurely, sneezed occasionally, and wiped his mouth and nose with paper.

　　 As soon as the church bell at 8 o'clock subsided, his doorbell had already been rang.

　　 Klein saw the reporter Mike Joseph of the "Daily Observer" not unexpectedly.

　　 This reporter with beautiful blue eyes, a moustache but rather rough skin took off his hat and greeted him, and then went straight to the subject:

　　 "Detective Moriarty, are you free to pick up my commission?"

　　Although I have a bit of a cold, I am less suspected of receiving orders during this period...

　　 Klein, who had just made a vote, smiled and said:

　　 "I am slightly sick, but this does not affect my fighting and shooting."

　　 Mike suddenly smiled and said:

"Thank you for your help."

　　 "Let's go now."

　　 "Uh, Detective Moriarty, have you had breakfast? I ask you, as an employer, I should be responsible for your food today."

　　 invite me to have breakfast?

　　 Klein was startled and said:

　　 "I just finished eating."

　　 "But I suggest you go to the East Side to have breakfast again, so that you can see a lot of things, just give me a cup of coffee."

"…no problem."

　　 Mike pointed outside, "The carriage I hired is waiting."

　　 Klein looked at him up and down and said:

　　 "Sir, you'd better dress less, otherwise my work will be very busy."

　　 Mike lowered his head and glanced at his woolen coat, and said with a sense of understanding:

　　 "Is this too compelling?"

　　 "This is the case in the Eastern District." Klein pointed inside and said, "I have some specially prepared clothes. Well, we are about the same figure."

　　 Mike couldn't help but exclaimed:

　　 "You are really professional."

　　Professional crime? Klein sneered.

After 　　 changed their outfits and became ordinary workers, the two got into the carriage and headed to the edge of the Eastern District.

　　……

　　 "Ahee!"

　　 Klein took out the paper again and wiped his mouth and nose, UU reading www. uukānshu. com and snorted.

　　 Because there is no trash can nearby, he folded the paper and put it back in his pocket.

　　 "The food in this cafe is okay. Of course, this is relative to the residents of the Eastern District."

　　 Klein pointed to the slightly greasy coffee shop on the corner of the street.

　　 When he occasionally lived in a nearby one-bedroom room, he came here for breakfast several times.

　　 "It seems to be a better restaurant here." Mike didn't think it was a cafe.

　　 It was past nine o'clock at this time, and there were very few customers in the café—the residents of the East District often ate up their breakfast after seven o'clock and started working or looking for a job.

　　 After accompanied Mike to order potatoes, beef stew, bread, coffee and other foods, Klein looked around, looking for a position by the window.

　　 At this time, he saw an acquaintance, the middle-aged man he had pretended to be a reporter before.

　　 He brought me here first...

　　 Why is he eating breakfast now...

　　 Klein's thoughts turned and he said to Mike:

　　 "You have someone to interview."

　　 He said while holding a coffee cup and walked towards the "tramp".

　　 The other party is still wearing the thick jacket before, with a little gray hair that looks more greasy, and the beard is quite obvious, but the feeling of sleepiness between the eyebrows and the eyebrows is not the same, and the face is no longer so pale and scary.

　　 "Good morning, we meet again." Klein sat opposite, said hello, and found that the other party's breakfast was brown bread with a penny and a large glass of cheap tea.

　　 The middle-aged man raised his head, took a closer look, and said in surprise:

　　 "Mr. Reporter, is it you?"