Chapter 135 Returning to the old place

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With the help of the bestowing ceremony, Klein handed 2,500 pounds in cash and the gold-colored primitive mask provided by "The Hanged Man" to Miss Justice, and used the image of "The World" to pray to the other party to complete the formula and material transaction as soon as possible.

In the past two weeks, I have spent almost 5,000 pounds. If I had not left Tingen, this amount of money would be enough to support me in my retirement, and my daily life could still be maintained at the level of Mrs. Starling's family... I will ruin my life and drink.

Three generations of medicine have been poor... Klein looked at the boundless mist and the ancient palace that had returned to silence, feeling quite sad, as if he had lost something important.

He calmed down for a few seconds, returned to the real world, picked up the remaining 1,830 pounds of banknotes on the desk, and specifically counted six 5-pound bills.

Then, Klein took out a thousand pounds and placed it on top of the gray fog. Then he put the 30 pounds in cash into a completely deflated wallet, and solemnly stuffed it into the inner pocket of his clothes.

He folded the other 800 pounds into two piles and placed one pile in each pocket.

Immediately afterwards, Klein opened the drawer, extracted two of the five deep-sea Naga hairs that he had brought back to the real world in advance, wrapped them layer by layer in paper, and carefully put them into a secret pocket in his clothing.

After doing all this, he took his hat and cane, walked to the street in the light of the gas streetlight at night, took a carriage, and went straight to the "Brave" bar in the Backlund Bridge area.

In the lively and noisy environment, Klein insisted on finishing the glass of Southwell beer he ordered, and then slowly walked through the waves of cheering boxers, left the bar, and got into a taxi.

Feeling the wheels rolling, he deliberately closed his eyes, and suddenly there was a tap on the window in his ears.

Klein's facial muscles moved slightly, he opened his eyes and looked forward, and saw the pale, delicate-looking Miss Sharon sitting quietly opposite.

Without waiting for the other party to ask, Klein smiled and said:

"I sold the information you provided last time for a good price, the one about the Amon family mausoleum."

Sharon said nothing and looked at him quietly.

Klein leaned on his cane and took out two wads of cash and a small wad of paper from his pocket.

"800 pounds plus two hairs from the Deep Sea Naga, the total value is around 1,000 pounds. This is what you should get." Klein took a silent breath and handed over the cash and paper wad with a smile.

Sharon glanced at him and reached out to take the two things.

She lowered her head, looked at the items in her hands, and asked in an erratic and unreal voice:

"How much did you sell?"

"2,000 pounds, half for each person." Klein chuckled.

If "Mechanical Heart" only gives 1,500 pounds as planned, then I can only repay part of it first... He thought happily.

Sharon turned her bloodless palms, and the cash and paper balls disappeared.

She raised her head, said "hmm" and asked succinctly:

"What's in the tomb?"

"I don't know, I didn't go." Klein did not disclose the help of Magic Mirror Arrods.

At this moment, he felt that if he described that experience in detail, Miss Sharon would definitely hold her chin in one hand and listen intently like before.

This "Grudge" lady seems to have a hobby of watching dramas and listening to various rumors... Klein summed it up.

Sharon's expression did not change, she was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Someone is digging a passage to the underground ruins."

"Ah?" Klein couldn't figure out what the other party was talking about.

But he soon understood where the underground ruins in Sharon's words meant.

Huh? There are still people digging tunnels there? The evil spirits inside have left, and they must have taken everything with them when they left. What else can you find if you go now? Could it be that you can't afford a tomb?

Cold sweat broke out on Klein's back, and then inspiration suddenly burst out:

"What is that Baronet?"

He had forgotten the name of the hidden descendant of the Tudor dynasty. He only remembered that he still had the title of baronet and lived on Severas Street where the Backlund Police Department was located.

"Yeah." Sharon responded affirmatively.

"What is he looking for? Doesn't he know there is an evil spirit inside? Doesn't he know that all the previous Extraordinaries in his family died inside?" Klein asked a few questions as if talking to himself.

Sharon sat quietly and answered seriously:

"I don't know if he knows."

"...How long does it take for him to dig through it?" Klein asked thoughtfully.

"For two to three months, he will be alone for the time being." Sharon gave her own judgment.

Phew, Klein let out a small breath and said:

"By the way, I have one more thing to tell you."

Sharon turned her eyes to him calmly.

"The underground ruins are already empty."

"Empty." Sharon repeated this sentence, and Klein could hear a trace of doubt in it.

Klein didn't know how to explain this, so he could only express sincerity and innocence as much as possible: "I kept the agreement and didn't mention the ruins to anyone. And, you know, I don't have the ability to enter there, or even go there.

It’s difficult to save one’s life.”

"I got the information from one of my private channels. It was empty and there was nothing left. I tried to verify the authenticity and paid a heavy price and confirmed that the information was true."

Sharon looked at him without any emotion. Klein suddenly felt in danger, and everything around him seemed to be suddenly hostile to him.

But after just a few seconds, this feeling disappeared.

"Yeah." Sharon didn't ask him what preparations he wanted to make, and his figure quickly faded and disappeared into the car.

Klein took advantage of the situation and leaned back against the compartment wall, feeling relaxed.

Before being promoted to "Faceless Man", I will not get involved in anything else! He warned himself in his heart.

The ingredients for the "Faceless Man" potion have been ordered and are just waiting to be "shipped"... All foreign debts have been paid off, and there is a balance of one thousand pounds, so there is no need to worry about anything... His mood is like settling in sparkling wine,

Occasionally, a little joy surges up silently.

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Amon took a car to the outskirts of Backlund. After stealing distance several times in a row, he flashed to a suburban manor area dozens of kilometers away.

He took a few steps forward and found that the extraordinary power in his body was slightly suppressed. He did not resist, but restrained his spirituality and actively contacted the other party according to the method in his memory. As expected, he successfully formed an extremely hidden connection with something.

After making contact, he realized that he had arrived at the outskirts of the Aurora Society, within the range of the "Lock of Forbidden".

Amon pinched his eyes and continued walking forward calmly. After a while, the wrought iron gate outside the manor opened automatically, and the man standing in the shadow bowed to him.

"My name is Kesma, and I am honored to serve the Lord." Seeing Amon looking over, the Dark Saint bent his waist deeper, "I am flattered by your arrival, Your Highness Amon."

The Dark Saint plays the role of the owner of this manor, so he wears exquisitely made clothes, with complicated and elegant patterns on his coat, a meticulous tie, and a sparkling tie clip inlaid with gems.

Kesma is very devout in his faith. He was still very young when he became a saint, and he looks to be only in his twenties or thirties now. He is very suitable to be an unknown young wealthy businessman, manage a huge manor, and then rely on his mysterious

His identity became the talk of the social season.

Amon had no impression of this person. He vaguely remembered that he was a hard-working staff member of the Aurora Society. He usually hid in the shadows and could not see his face and clothes clearly, but now that he had changed his outfit and stood in the sun, he still couldn't recognize him. He didn't know

How to respond to this theoretical "ontology-limited" title? It wasn't until he entered the door that he nodded slightly:

"Um."

"I've come to say goodbye to my father."

This sentence made Kesma's heart tighten, whether it was his father or farewell. He followed Amon step by step, staring at the shadow of the Son of God, as if he saw what he was experiencing now becoming the content of the future holy scriptures.

One scene.

He asked in a somewhat excited tone: "I understand, do you need me to take you to the indoor church used for private prayer?"

That is an indoor chapel that only the top three in the monthly selection and His Royal Highness the Red Angel can enter...? Amon stole such a thread of thoughts from Kesma's mind. While marveling at the current style of the Aurora Society, he was also impressed with himself.

Gain a deeper understanding of who you are in the eyes of others.

He shook his head and said: "No. I will go directly to see my father."

While they were talking, they had entered the open space in front of the main entrance of the manor, and gardeners were arranging the flowers and plants on both sides.

If you look closely, you will see that the spiritual brilliance of this gardener fluctuates, his expression is sometimes pious, sometimes serious, and sometimes crazy, and he keeps mumbling to himself. He should be a low-sequence extraordinary person. He looks as if he has just been promoted and has been promoted to a new level.

Or they are not able to control their own abilities well. In this state, they are naturally unable to complete tasks and obtain credit, so they are assigned to trim flowers and plants and expand the details of the manor.

Amon found it interesting and took a few more glances as he passed by. Kesma also followed him involuntarily, but saw the believer suddenly turned his head, wearing a monocle on his right eye, and smiled at him.

Kosma was shocked, and then saw the monocle falling off naturally and turning into powder and disappearing in the air. The believer was stunned for a few seconds, looked around blankly, and continued to clean up the weeds while praying to the true Creator.

"Where does father usually live?"

Seeing that Amon did not take the incident into his heart at all, the Dark Saint immediately thought of the special title "God of Mischief" mentioned in the holy scriptures. He praised the Lord in his heart, and then replied respectfully:

"The Lord's dwelling place is behind the temple."

The God of Mischief? Yes, the main body does prefer the title "God of Mischief" to "Angel of Time"... This person has many ideas, but on the surface he is very calm... Amon asked casually:

"Hasn't the small temple you spent a lot of money to build already been smashed by the church? Has it been done again here?"

The Dark Saint paused for half a second and said in an unchanged tone: "Yes, Your Highness Amon. Although it costs a lot, it is only a drop in the bucket compared to the importance of inheriting the glory of the Lord."
To be continued...