I have a Synthesizer

After Becky and Eric returned to their respective rooms, Klein sat quietly by the window. He sensed that Agatha had been awake since earlier, but hadn't said anything.

"Do you feel that people like us aren't as glamorous as you imagined?"

Klein shook his head.

"You're badly injured. It's best to talk less, especially meaningless words like that."

"Heh, cough cough cough, unable to grasp one's own destiny, living for over twenty years, always like a puppet.

Even something as simple as arguing with parents during adolescence, like children in ordinary families, was impossible. Everything is dominated. It's truly pathetic. I feel it would be better to just die like this, it would reduce a lot of troubles."

"There's an old saying in my hometown: 'It's better to live ugly than to die elegantly.' As long as you're alive, there's hope."

"Klein's hometown has such a proverb! Is it Lotte City?"

"Uh, I guess so."

"So, Klein means that I'm currently living ugly?"

"That's not what I meant."

"It sounds like it. Klein, you know, the most outrageous thing I ever did was last year when I plucked up the courage to show you my affection, but you rejected me.

I was really sad back then! I used to be very confident in my appearance, thinking I would succeed, and then I was crushed by you.

Then, I found out that the family's retainers had gone to cause trouble for you, and I didn't have the face to see you again."

Klein was taken aback. Agatha actually knew about this.

"They didn't come back. Did Klein kill them all?"

Klein didn't answer Agatha's question, but Agatha didn't press him, and continued.

"After the two of them disappeared, I asked Steward Seth not to pursue the matter, on the condition that I wouldn't look for you again in the future."

Klein's expression was somewhat wooden. Of course, he understood what Agatha meant.

"I have a lover."

Agatha was silent for a moment.

"Is that so? What's her name?"

"Lilith."

"Sounds like a gentle woman."

Lilith gentle? Hearing Agatha's guess, Klein smiled for once.

"She's not gentle at all."

Agatha was stunned.

"Klein smiled. It seems you really like her."

"Yeah, I like her a lot."

Klein didn't avoid Agatha's question. His straightforwardness made Agatha silent again.

And Klein stopped talking. He let the worker bees start patrolling the house. Since they were already providing close protection, there was no need for the worker bees to monitor.

Compared to the Security Department guards' search, the worker bees' reconnaissance was more secretive, and might discover something.

That night, as if sensing the manor's vigilance, the so-called avenger didn't strike again.

… …

The next day, because Agatha was injured, she couldn't go downstairs to eat. She could only have the servants bring some liquid food to replenish some necessary nutrients.

However, after these foods were brought to Agatha's room, Klein would personally taste each one.

And Agatha seemed to have forgotten yesterday's conversation, and became talkative again in front of Klein.

"Klein has become very serious. He's very different from yesterday."

Agatha chatted with Klein from time to time. Because she couldn't get out of bed yet, she had nothing else to do besides chatting.

When the topic ended, and the two had nothing to say, when the atmosphere was awkward, Agatha would take out her magic book and quietly read it.

The two spent a calm day. Agatha's mood was particularly good. Time passed quickly, and the night approached without any waves.

Agatha covered her mouth and yawned, put the magic book aside, and leaned back on the bed.

"Klein, aren't you going to eat some of the food from home? I saw that you didn't eat any of the three meals they sent."

"At times like these, we usually only eat our own food."

Klein still had the synthesized wolf ribs in his bag, which tasted very good and hadn't spoiled yet, so he wasn't short of food yet. Even if it really didn't work, he could still make bread to eat.

Just as Agatha was about to say something, a scream came from downstairs.

"What's going on?" Agatha looked towards the door.

But Klein remained unmoved. He opened his communicator and said to Becky and Eric.

"What's the situation on your side?"

"No situation here."

"Everything is normal."

"Okay, protect the target, stay vigilant."

Klein didn't care what the scream was, or who had died. Their mission was to protect the three young masters and ladies. The life and death of others was irrelevant to them.

And what they needed to do now was to carry out this protection to the end.

After a while, a soldier from the Security Department knocked on the door and entered.

"Mr. Klein, Mr. Thorne's daughter, Ollie, was killed in the bathroom."

Agatha sat up in shock.

"What?"

But Klein nodded.

"I know!"

The soldier looked at the two of them blankly. Someone died, and that's your reaction?

He waited for a long time, and seeing that Klein still didn't show any expression, he could only silently retreat.

"Klein, don't you need to go check it out?"

Klein took out his magic book. The information he had noticed appeared on the book one by one. Closing the book, Klein said to Agatha.

"No need!"

… …

It was another worrying night. Jasper was so busy that he was almost overwhelmed. Because he was afraid that Ollie's body would mutate again, Jasper sent people to closely guard the body.

In addition to continuing to search the manor, Jasper only had a little rest time until the morning of the third day, which made the Security Department squad leader, who usually loafed around, a little崩溃.

"This mission is too difficult. Life is too bad. I hope it ends soon."

On the third day, Agatha reluctantly got out of bed. Klein supported her from the side.

"Why do you insist on getting down even though it's so difficult?"

Agatha waved her hand at Klein.

"I'm also a professional, a wizard, not an ordinary person. I heard that many professionals on the battlefield, even if their hearts are pierced, and their arms are chopped off, can still forcefully seal their blood vessels and persist in fighting. What is this to me?"

Klein nodded. He subconsciously regarded Agatha as a weak woman, which was also related to Agatha's appearance.

Her words and deeds were too gentle, always making people subconsciously forget that she was a professional.

"Let's go, Klein, accompany me downstairs for a walk. I want to bask in the sun."

"Okay."

The two walked side by side to the courtyard of the manor. Just as they were about to bathe in the sun, Agatha found that Mrs. Celia was basking in the sun here.

Seeing her mother, Agatha's pleasant mood suddenly disappeared, and she said in a somewhat fearful voice.

"Mother."

Celia looked at Agatha and said somewhat sternly.

"Why did you come down at this time? What you should be doing now is to take good care of your body, instead of wasting your body. Your life not only belongs to you, but is also the wealth of the Proteni family."

Agatha's face turned pale, and she nodded to Celia.

"I know, Mother, let's go, Klein."

Klein didn't comment on Mrs. Celia's approach, but if only from the perspective of a mother, such a mother is really too bad, Katie is better.

"Oh, little sister is also here, you seem to be recovering well."

Becky accompanied Guy towards Klein and the others.

"Second sister." Agatha simply nodded, without further conversation.

Klein always felt that Guy's eyes when looking at Agatha were a bit strange. He clearly saw a trace of disgust in Guy's eyes when he greeted Agatha just now.

"Is it internal strife between family sisters?"

With doubts, Klein helped Agatha towards the house.

At the moment when Klein brushed past Guy's body, he felt something was wrong, and thought to himself.

"This woman is stained with the aura of the dead!"

Klein had experienced too many battles at this time, and just by simply passing by, he had already determined that Guy had a problem.

Klein very suddenly released his Brilliant Moon, and Guy behind him also naturally caught the long sword that was falling towards her, turned around, and handed the sword to Klein.

"Mr. Klein, too careless."

"Sorry, I was thinking about something just now, and my hand slipped."

"It's okay."

Klein looked at Guy's back thoughtfully. Catching it by turning around in a situation where there was no vision and no warning, this person's reaction was very fast.

Watching Klein and Agatha go back, Guy smiled and rubbed her fingernails.

That night, Klein wrote two notes and tied them to two worker bees, which flew to Becky and Eric respectively.

After the two received Klein's notes, they destroyed their respective notes.

Agatha, sitting on the bed, witnessed the scene of Klein tying the notes to the two bugs, and asked curiously.

"Was Klein just passing a message to his companions? Using bugs to pass it?"

"Yes, a kind of bug I raise. Sometimes this primitive way of passing information is safer than a communicator."

"I see! Klein is really careful."

After a night, everyone ushered in another peaceful day. Agatha's injury had improved a lot, and she could already get out of bed and walk around freely.