Mystery: The Extraordinary Journey Starting from an Angel

The one who spoke was a man wearing a black clergy robe and a black glove on his left hand.

His face was thin, his skin was brown, his eyes were sunken like a mummy, and his beard was black at the roots and white at the outside, extending from the sides of his mouth to the sides of his ears.

However, they were not thick and were quite short, and looked dotted.

His eyes were close to his skin color, belonging to light brown. He had the temperament of a priest, but he gave people a cold and scary feeling, as if he would become perverted in silence.

If Olivia was here, she would definitely recognize that it was Saint Zatwin of the Rose School.

"Hahaha!"

The Dark Saint Xema laughed,

"If you say that the Witch Cult does not have this strength, I believe it, but if Lord Zatwin of the Rose School says that he does not have the strength, I will never believe it."

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

In fact, it was also the luck of the Dark Saint Xema to meet Zatwin. He had saved a person from the Rose School in a ruin before.

It was just a casual thing.

Unexpectedly, that person's teacher turned out to be Zatwin, so he naturally got in touch with Zatwin.

"Indeed!"

"But what price do you want to give us?"

"Although you saved my students, I can't command the Angel King. You have to pay a price."

"A price that can make Sequence 1 excited."

"Otherwise, it will not succeed."

The Dark Saint Kosma nodded. He also knew this.

"I don't plan to ask the evil god, S'ea. I only plan to ask the Curse King, Balanca."

"Curse King Balanca?"

"This is indeed a good choice."

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

"Tell me the price you can give."

"This operation is related to the True Creator, and the angel has several Level 0 non-items in his hand."

"As long as she is killed, I only want a small box, and the other Level 0 extraordinary items are given to you, sir."

"Level 0 extraordinary items?"

"Are you sure?"

Zatwin sat up straight. If what Kosma said was true, then this is definitely a big deal.

A big deal that can make an angel excited.

"In that case, then it's OK. I'll talk to Lord Baranka, the King of Curses, for you."

When the Dark Saint Kosma saw that Zatwin agreed, he turned his head to the Desperate Nightingale Lady Panatia, who had been silent.

"Didn't Lord Zatwin help you?"

"Why are you still looking at me?"

Pannatia looked at the Dark Saint Kosma with a face full of resentment, as if she was looking at a cheating scumbag.

That look was as pitiful as it could be.

It made people want to hold her in their arms and love her well.

However, as Kosma had cooperated with Panatia many times, he was not moved at all. It's not that Kosma had strong self-control.

At the beginning, Kosma was also fascinated by this witch, but once he saw her being affectionate with a man one second, and then cruelly killing him the next second.

Can you imagine the scene of blood splattering on the beautiful and well-proportioned body?

There was a hint of horror in the enchantment.

Since then, the Dark Saint Xema has kept a distance from the Desperate Nightingale Lady.

This is definitely a poppy with thorns, which is both addictive and harmful.

"I need a few demigods!"

"Aurora, I will notify the other saints in the meeting, but I hope the Witch Cult will send a few more demigods."

"Okay!"

"What's the reward?"

Seeing that she couldn't seduce the Dark Saint Xema, Panatia felt bored and put away her attitude and said seriously.

"Yeah!"

"Except for the level 0 extraordinary items, all other extraordinary items from level 1 to level 3 of that angel can be given to you."

"Deal!"

………………

After breakfast, Klein leisurely read the newspaper, sneezing from time to time and wiping his mouth and nose with paper.

The church bells had just subsided at 8 o'clock when his doorbell was rang.

As expected, Klein saw Mike Joseph, a reporter from the Daily Observer.

The reporter, who had beautiful blue eyes, a mustache but rather rough skin, took off his hat and greeted him, then went straight to the point:

"Detective Moriarty, are you free to take my commission?"

Although I have a slight cold, it is less likely to be suspected if I take commissions normally during this period...

Klein, who had just completed a job, smiled and said:

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

Mike immediately smiled and said:

"Thank you for your help."

"Let's go now."

"Um, Detective Moriarty, have you had breakfast? I'll treat you. As your employer, I should be responsible for your food today."

Invite me to breakfast?

Klein was stunned for a moment and said:

"I just finished eating."

"But I suggest you go to the East District for breakfast, so you can see a lot of things. Just give me a cup of coffee when you get there."

"... No problem."

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

Klein looked him up and down and said:

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

Mike looked down at his tweed coat and said with some understanding:

"Is this too eye-catching?"

"It's like this in the East District." Klein pointed inside and said, "I have some specially prepared clothes. Well, our bodies are similar."

Mike couldn't help but exclaimed:

"You are really professional."

Professional crime? Klein muttered in his heart.

After changing their clothes and becoming ordinary workers, the two got on the carriage and headed to the edge of the East District.

…………

"A-choo!"

Klein took out another piece of paper to wipe his mouth and nose, and snorted some snot.

Because there was 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 East District."

Klein pointed to the slightly greasy cafe on the corner of the street.

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

"It seems that it is already a better restaurant here." Mike didn't think it was a cafe.

It was past nine o'clock, and there were few customers in the cafe-the residents of the East District often finished breakfast after seven o'clock and started working or looking for work.

After accompanying Mike to order beef stew with potatoes, bread, coffee and other food, Klein looked around and looked for a seat by the window.

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

He was the one who brought me here in the first place...

Why is he having breakfast now...

Klein thought about it and said to Mike:

"You have an interviewee."

As he spoke, he walked towards the "homeless man" with a coffee cup.

The other party was still wearing the thick jacket from before, with a little gray hair that looked greasy, and a very obvious beard, but there was no sense of distress between his eyebrows and eyes, and his face was no longer so pale and scary.

"Good morning, we meet again." Klein sat opposite and greeted him, and found that the other party's breakfast was black bread with a large cup of cheap tea for one penny.

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

"Mr. Reporter, is it you?"