"Let me collect it for you." Aldridge naturally took over.

Andrea glanced at him and didn't object.

After dinner, Aldrich sent Andrea back to school. Of course, he would not enter the school, and it would not be good to be seen by students or colleagues.

"Let's practice tomorrow."

Before leaving, Andrea said to Aldrich.

"Okay."

Aldridge agreed with a smile.

When walking to the residence, Aldrich was still thinking about the armor.

He didn't believe that the armor would find Andrea for no reason, plus Aldrich himself was attacked by the opponent... Could it be that the opponent's target was a Beyonder?

Aldridge stopped, frowning to consider the possibility.

Here's a question, how did the other party know that he and Andrea are Beyonders?

And Aldrich believes that there are definitely more than two of the Beyonders in the school, he and Andrea, but only the two of them have been "specially taken care of".

Hmm... But the other party only haunts the campus in the middle of the night. It's normal for no other Beyonders to wander outside at that time, and Aldrich caught up unintentionally last time.

"I have to go to school at night to see."

Aldridge muttered to himself.

He was just guessing, what if the other party was not targeting all Beyonders, but really targeting Andrea?

You have to defend, and the best defense is undoubtedly to cut the opponent directly!

The previous remarks with Andrea were just to dispel the idea of ​​her wanting to investigate, after all, Andrea is only rank 0 now.

With this idea, Aldrich accelerated his pace and returned to his residence.

……

Sunderland, wearing a black robe, silently knocked on the door of Dylan's house.

"Come on!"

A slightly cheerful voice sounded, and then the door was opened by a little girl, it was Tina.

"Brother Black Mamba!"

Tina greeted with a smile, without any intention of being afraid of the other party.

The corner of Sunderland's mouth under the hood couldn't help showing a pleasant smile, but he quickly retracted it and said sternly, "Don't open the door yourself next time."

This era is not absolutely safe. Tina can't even reach the cat's eye on the door, so it would be too careless to open the door directly.

"I know, come in quickly, Brother Black Mamba!" Tina pouted and said with a smile, her little hand pulling directly onto Sunderland's black robe.

Sunderland knew that he was talking in vain, but the name "Brother Black Mamba" still made him flutter, walking awkwardly with the little guy pulling the black robe.

"Brother! Brother Black Mamba is here!"

Tina shouted cheerfully as she ran inside.

The child is adapting well to the environment.

Sunderland was glad to think that when she first saw this child, the strangeness and fear on her face were obvious, and now she has a smile on her face.

There is also my credit here, Mr. Tutor will also appreciate me, Sunderland thought proudly.

Dylan hurried out of the bathroom and greeted embarrassedly, "Mr. Black Mamba."

"Um."

Sunderland hurriedly adjusted his demeanor, but he was not willing to pull his robe out of Tina's little hand.

Dylan, however, looked like a brother, and whispered, "Tina!"

Tina pouted unhappily, but she obediently loosened her robe and ran away unhappy.

"I'm really sorry, the little girl has been spoiled by me." Dylan said embarrassedly.

"It's okay." Sunderland said calmly, pretending to be natural, then slowly took out a letter from his robe and handed it to Dylan.

Black envelope, gold trim, how could Dylan not know the source of this letter? Excited to the point of being a little rude, he took it over and opened it carefully:

March 7th, 23:00, the Scepter of the Waves.

The content above is still brief, but isn't that the style of Mr. Mentor. The exquisite fonts on it make Dylan feel kind and safe, and the anxiety of coming to the new environment these days has slowly subsided.

"Mr. Black Mamba, this is..." Dylan raised his head and said excitedly.

"Well, let's go there together." Sunderland said calmly, in a happy mood. This is to meet the mentor again after receiving the mentor's task.

"OK!"

Sunderland came here to deliver the letter. He couldn't stay for a long time, so he turned to leave, but before going out, he said, "Spurzy has been a little chaotic recently, something happened at the port, don't run there if you have nothing to do."

"Okay, Mr. Black Mamba." Dylan was a little moved, and immediately responded with a respectful tone.

Sunderland suddenly knew why he had to come here almost every night—it was such a great feeling to be a senior!

He nodded and left gracefully.

Dylan looked at his distant back, a little strange, why is Mr. Black Mamba swaying when he walks?

Did he hurt his foot... Dylan decided to ask Mr. Black Mamba next time to express his concern.

……

"Sir, are you sure you want to buy this manor?"

A thin middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and asked cautiously.

He is a real estate agent. At this time, he is talking with a client who suddenly comes to the door. It is night. The other party wants to buy a manor with a large area. This feels very strange, and the other party's dress... is very dangerous.

"how?"

The man wearing a black robe and a hood on the chair in front of the table asked casually, the real estate agent couldn't see the other's face.

"No, no, nothing, it's just that although this manor is very new, it's in the forest outside the city after all... it's in a remote location, and you haven't actually seen it..." Of course the estate agent wanted to sell the estate He went, but this decision to go straight after confirming the basic information and location still caught him off guard.

"It's okay~lightnovelpub.net~ Sign the agreement." The black-robed man waved his hand casually and said.

"Okay." The middle-aged man didn't say much. As long as he could sign the agreement now, there would be no problem.

The other party handed over an identity certificate. After the middle-aged man carefully confirmed that there was no problem, he took out the real estate agreement in duplicate.

Cristiano Ronaldo... This is a strange and long name, the real estate agent thought happily while filling in the information on the agreement with a pen.

But this is undoubtedly a good name, because he brought a business involving 1,200 jinnars!

And as a real estate agent, I can get a commission of 120 ginnars, which is more than what I earned last year, ha!

After signing the agreement, the black-robed man opened the box he was carrying and took out 120 golden banknotes with a face value of 10.

The real estate agent could hardly control the expression on his face and accepted it with a bright smile.

The man in black robe said: "I believe you won't mind, help me clean up some unnecessary things in the manor?"

"Of course, sir!"

"I hope I can clean up by noon on March 7."

"no problem!"

The middle-aged man happily agreed, compared to this price, these are all small problems!

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