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“Is only black tea okay?”

"Can't."

"Then there's only green tea." The True Creator said casually, and after taking a sip happily, he deliberately irritated it, "Why don't you drink it?"

The humanoid creature sitting on the other side of the table raised his eyes and looked at him for two seconds: "Comparing similar things, would you like to drink a cup of hot blood water made from the flesh and skin of animals? Why don't you give me a bottle of vodka."

"Trees can still drink alcohol?" The real creator was shocked. "If there is one, please give me two bottles!"

"Then I suggest you drink industrial alcohol directly."

The Declined King picked up the enamel jar with the most glorious sign of labor with one hand and blew the hot tea. His movements were skillful, and his posture and demeanor were very much like an old man walking in the park watching chess. He looked to be in his thirties.

Years old, yet it exudes a lingering air of age.

Under the shocked gaze of the true Creator, He calmly took several sips of "hot blood water soaked in the flesh and skin of animals" and smacked his lips: "What a surprise? Plants also have a predatory relationship. They are not

I can eat my own kind, my kind."

The True Creator showed great interest in his eyes, and he was always particularly energetic whenever he talked about his native civilization. But the Declined King did not dwell on this topic for long. He held the enamel jar with both hands and drank the tea through his palms.

The roots under the cloak curled up comfortably under the heat.

"Purple candy for afternoon tea? I also want cheesecake."

"Okay." He took another sip of green tea, "I saw the bouquet of flowers that Medici presented to you this morning. They were just dug from my garden."

"Ah...then I let Him plant it back?"

"I have planted Him, and I will not let Him out before the sun goes down. Since you have pulled out my flowers, then come and be my flowers."

The Declined King put down the enamel jar and counted Medici's sins in detail: "The great Red Angel has added more than five hundred pounds of glorious achievements to the Aurora Society. The specific manifestation is that he quarreled with himself when interviewing others in the personnel department and then began to influence

They fight each other and destroy the facilities. When they go to participate in charity activities, they are afraid that the world will not be chaotic. Then they destroy the facilities while fighting each other. I said that if you really have nothing to do, just go and look at the sewers. I don’t know why there are always people walking at night, and then he

During the fight, the sewer was blown up for at least 200 meters, but the gas pipeline was not blown up, allowing Backlund to ascend to the sky. The Steam Church is still looking for the terrorist."

"... He is indeed my angel of war. As expected, when He comes, weapons also come." The real creator, Gu Gu, seemed to be full of humanity but not strong enough in martial arts. "What do you have in mind?"

"Apologise. Pay money. Either let Fabuti or the Bound God appear on my dining table immediately." The Outer God said, "This manor is still mine, and you must pay rent if you treat this as a new stronghold. Also, please don't

Doing some extra pointless actions before our gamble comes to fruition, I hate you, I hate the earth, and I hate all the gods. I don’t want to be friends with you, please don’t break the peace we have now.”

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3,000 pounds is really heartbreaking. I have saved for so long, but it is still less than 1,000 pounds... However, the "blasphemous card" is a priceless treasure that cannot be exchanged for money. Miss "Justice" is in this matter.

The contribution is definitely worth the price...

Fortunately, it was all deducted from what she owed me, which relieved some pressure. If I meet Mr. Azik in the future, I will use the high-sequence formula to pay the 15,000 pounds belonging to the "favored one"... Others

I don’t know what the “blasphemous card” was disguised as. According to the emperor’s character, it should be quite unexpected... Klein finished his response, looked at the sea of ​​gray fog outside the palace, and sighed silently.

Being cautious, he temporarily left the "Black Emperor" card above the gray fog, on the surface of the long bronze table facing the "Fool" seat, as well as Azik's bronze whistle.

When he returned to the real world, he held a ceremony, summoned himself, and threw away the "Master Key", a combination of lost and unlucky. This seemingly small negative impact, but in serious situations, could be fatal.

When we get above the gray fog, we plan to use it for nothing.

The "Master Key" is just a relic of an unlucky guy who has just been promoted to Sequence 9. It actually has such a negative impact that even mid-sequence extraordinary people cannot weaken... Mr. "Gate"'s ravings are really terrifying...

Klein took a shower with much cooler water and walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. He went downstairs to enjoy the corn pancakes he bought along the way. This is a specialty of the plateau area of ​​the Kingdom of Feneport. It is crispy and fragrant.

And sweet.

After eating and drinking, he thought about last night's experience again to see if there were any clues left for others: "Even if you hold the 'Master Key', if you are not an extraordinary person, you will not be able to escape from the hands of a demon. At that time,

The mysterious and powerful Ms. Bernadette must have confirmed that I am not an ordinary private detective, and I never thought I could hide this."

"The fact that she didn't capture me means that she is either an official who has a certain fondness for wild extraordinary people, or she does not belong to the three major churches or the military. Well, I prefer the latter point. The former will most likely confiscate the 'Omnipotence'

Key', hey, I was a little desperate at the time. I thought I would be captured and disappear from the world. Who knew, she just left like that. Even better, thanks to the meticulous disguise I made before going out, which was different from the one in the morning,

She didn’t notice that I was the inconspicuous person in the Russell exhibition who got dizzy and almost vomited when she glanced at it.”

"I don't need to worry about that devil dog anymore. After meeting Mr. Edward, the little devil meets the big devil."

"As for what's going on in the museum, they are looking for a special spirit body, a strange existence. What does it have to do with me, Sherlock Moriarty?" Klein joked to himself, feeling increasingly at ease.

Of course, he dared to go home because he had predicted it in advance, just like he was not afraid of completely unsolvable traps in the museum.

Phew, this matter has come to an end... What are you doing today? Practice your extraordinary abilities and go to the Cragg Club for some food? Well, I wonder what happened to the devil dog. Will the church and the authorities continue to investigate? Do you want to?

Write another letter to Isengard Stanton and give you a little reminder?

As his thoughts swirled, Klein heard someone outside approaching and moving away. Is there another letter? He opened the door in confusion, and sure enough he saw a letter lying in the mailbox.

This letter is from Eisinger Stanton.

Back in the house, Klein opened the envelope with a letter opener and carefully read the letter from the great detective to himself. In the letter, Essinger first announced the good news, saying that with the help of Klein, he had successfully found important clues.

However, the suspect's information was not clearly stated. Instead, he vaguely mentioned a ferocious black dog whose owner died in a gang fight. It seemed that he suspected that Sherlock was also an extraordinary person and had already understood the truth of the serial murder case in advance.

Klein felt relieved and replied to Essinger. It seemed that this matter had finally come to an end, and he could just wait to collect the money.

The bounty for the Devil Dog is two thousand pounds, and he can get some of it no matter what. But if he guessed correctly, the decisive force that really caught the Devil Dog should be Edward Vaughn, and he seems to be somewhat comfortable with the bounty.

Ashamed, maybe you should inform the other party, and maybe share some of the bounty you got with the other party. As for whether the angel can see the vulgar money is another matter. Edward had the ability but did not take the initiative to capture the devil dog.

Klein selectively ignored the fact that it had allowed it to claim dozens of lives in Backlund.

Klein had already thought about today's arrangements. When the Extraordinary gathering couldn't be held and the corresponding items couldn't be purchased, he suddenly felt free and didn't need to be busy anymore for a short time.

"Go to the Cragg Club in the morning to practice shooting and extraordinary abilities, and have lunch there. Then find a better circus and watch the magician's performance to see if you can get some inspiration." He took out his gold case pocket watch.

After taking a look, I boarded the public carriage in a good mood.

At the Cragg Club, Klein met Dr. Allen, who complained to him about his recent bad luck and sought some occult help.

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Maria stared intently at the crying man in front of her.

Everyone in the office heard her speak without emotion: "Did you betray Doctor Black to the Church of Storms?"

"He saved your life! The lives of your whole family!"

"You broke your leg and were lying at home, while your wife and children were waiting to starve to death. He treated you for free!"

"how dare you!"

Her questions were so sharp that she broke down the man's inner defense in an instant. The last bit of pretentious guilt on the man's face disappeared without a trace. His legs became weak and he tremblingly defended himself: "I, my...

It was a last resort! I am a believer in the great Lord of Storms, but the pastors of the church actually came to my house to check for abnormal elements! Someone else must have reported me! It was someone else who thought that my broken leg would definitely not be cured, so they thought there was something wrong with me.

!Maybe, maybe it was the people in the other half of the room who reported it. They were jealous of how much I earned! This is not my fault, no, no, I was wrong, I was wrong, Miss Maria, my son is only five years old.

Years old, I..."

"Shut up."

"People in the church told me that if the report is true, I can get a reward of 20 pounds. Do you think I don't know your little thoughts?"

Maria did not respond to his cry: "You betrayed your benefactor for personal gain, which is unkind. You want to change your name and move to evade responsibility, which is immoral... We will not give you any more assistance, either leave the East District, or

Starve to death here after spending all 20 pounds."

"No, Miss Maria! I really have no choice!"

The man was shocked and reached out to grab Maria's clothes: "My son is only five years old and my wife just lost her job. I can't live without a job!"

"Poor Doctor Black, I actually saved such a bastard like you back then." Maria avoided his hand in disgust and was stingy about giving him another look. When the other people saw that the conversation was over, they walked forward in silence.

, and took the man out who was still begging and was paralyzed on the ground. Maria clenched her fists, suppressing the anger in her heart and the desire to swing out to smash something somewhere, suppressing this intense emotion for a moment.

It turned into helplessness. Her eyes looked away, and even though she knew the answer, she couldn't help but say: "Is there really no way to save him..."

"He is the only doctor in our East District who is willing to treat workers! We found the healing priest with great difficulty!"

"Miss Maria, there is nothing we can do." A man with dark blue hair standing by the door said sadly, "It's useless to ask us for help. The current policy of the Aurora Society is to shrink its power and secretly expand the scope of charity activities. If

It’s okay if it’s the Little Storm Church, but he was caught in the Holy Wind Cathedral… No one has the authority to use so much power!”

"So, we can only give up on him, right?"

A long silence.

After a long time, the other people in the office opened the door and left silently one after another, leaving only Maria. After a long time, the sun gradually set, the sky darkened, and she fell silent in the increasingly dark room.

"Miss Maria." Admissor knocked on the door and came in, lighting a candle. His face looked a little ugly, "There is someone here again from Kapin."

Maria's arms trembled violently. She raised her head, her eyes filled with angry bloodshot eyes.

"Tell him to go back, or leave your fingers if he doesn't." She slowly straightened her upper body and once again assumed the serious and cruel temperament she had developed over the years. Her voice was full of majesty that could not be denied, "I

Charity schools are not established to serve disgusting maggots like them, and I will not betray any of my girls or children until I die!"

Admissor was not surprised by this answer. He nodded solemnly and left the room, leaving the candle and candlestick behind.

Maria took a deep breath. Time and the situation did not allow her to be sentimental. Ever since she decided to devote herself to charity activities and follow in the footsteps of the leader, she has encountered such powerless situations countless times. There is no money, no power, no

The connections that can be used, but no right to speak...cannot let the children get a better education, can only let the seriously ill patients in the charity hospital euthanasia in their dreams, the workhouse can no longer add even one bed, even if
To be continued...