Mystery: The Extraordinary Journey Starting from an Angel

Klein turned around and closed the door, sealing the inverted candlesticks, the knife-like brand, and the evil statues of the six gods inside.

Let them continue to "sleep" in the darkness and silence that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

After brushing off the dust on his clothes, he changed his hand and held the lantern.

Then he quickly returned to Miller Carter's basement, and the bodyguard had habitually disappeared into the air.

Miller Carter was pacing in the basement. When he saw Klein coming out, he asked:

"How is it? What's the situation inside?"

Klein had already thought of a reply, and said with a frightened expression:

"It's very bad. There are a lot of snakes, and many places have collapsed."

"I plan to collect some information, find people, and make preparations for a second exploration."

"During this period of time, you'd better not send anyone in. Believe me, there are more venomous snakes than you can imagine."

The old gentleman Miller took a breath and asked with a little fear:

"Will they swim over?"

"Do you know a professional who can deal with snakes?"

Klein nodded immediately and said, "I will find someone to cooperate and try to handle this matter."

"It's cold autumn now, and snakes don't want to move."

"As long as you don't send anyone in to disturb them, nothing will happen."

"Okay, please do it as soon as possible. During this period of time, I will close this door and not let anyone in." Miller heard this and relaxed a little.

Seeing that his employer was frightened by his true but incomplete words, Klein quickly put down the lantern, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and said:

"Next, I will collect some information and first figure out the layout of the underground building before exploring."

"This requires you to tell me which viscount was the original owner of this house."

Miller bought the building for the name of the former noble industry, and immediately answered:

"Viscount Pound."

"What do you know about him and his family?" Klein asked in a professional manner.

Miller thought:

"I don't know much, I just know that they obtained the title in the 'War of Forsaken Oath'."

"There was a glorious time, but I don't know why it suddenly fell decades ago."

War of Forsaken Oath?

The War of Forsaken Oath that began in 738 of the Fifth Era?

Klein asked thoughtfully:

"Then do you know where Baron Pound currently lives?"

"Sorry, I don't know." Miller shook his head slightly.

Klein asked a few more questions, but he couldn't get any more information, so he said goodbye and left, returning to No. 15 Minsk Street.

At this time, it was nearly half past five, and the sky was gloomy and dark, just like night.

Olivia no longer worried about not getting any natural spirits, and began to prepare dinner.

She learned the recipe in the newspaper and wanted to make a dish of Fenepot noodles.

As a result...

She made noodles mixed with meat, sauce and vegetables.

The taste was unexpectedly good.

Klein also praised it.

After eating and drinking, Olivia went back to her room to rest.

As for the dishes, Klein naturally cleaned them up.

………………

The night came as expected.

It was still the same house.

The house where Mr. A held the party.

The purple fox wearing a fox mask looked at Mr. A, who was still sitting with his legs crossed and looking down on him.

"The Dark Saint will be here in a week." Mr. A said to the purple fox: "Help me kill him."

"I can't do it." The purple fox said in a hoarse voice.

"What? You can't do it? Are you lying to me?"

Mr. A was very angry, and he slammed the table and pointed at Zihu.

"You said you would cooperate with me at the beginning, and I completed your commission.

"Now my request has come, and you actually said you can't do it."

"Do you want to break the contract?"

"Believe it or not, I will tell her everything about you."

Olivia looked at the angry Mr. A and said helplessly: "It's not that I don't want to help you! My strength doesn't allow it."

"Humph! You are lying! You are an angel!" Mr. A obviously didn't buy it.

"Now you actually say that your strength doesn't allow it."

"To tell you the truth, I am only Sequence 9: Assassin now. "Purple Fox slowly revealed another big secret.

Sequence 9: Assassin!?

It turns out that one of the potions that Purple Fox asked for last time was drunk by himself!

Mr. A thought he (she) was secretly cultivating some forces to fight against her!

Damn it!

He actually lied to himself.

Now only by killing him (her) can no one know that he wanted to kill the Dark Saint.

Purple Fox looked at Mr. A with murderous eyes and said calmly:

"Hehe! You want to kill me?"

"Although I am Sequence 9, she is not"

"Do you want to bet on whether you die first or I die first!"

Hearing this, Mr. A calmed down.

Yes!

Although Purple Fox is only Sequence 9, she is not.

Who knows whether Purple Fox will fight to the death? I can't afford to bet.

"Actually, there is another way! "Zihu saw that Mr. A had given up his murderous intentions towards him, and said slowly.

This transaction must be completed, so that he can get more resources from Mr. A in the future.

Zihu secretly made up his mind in his heart.

"You can lead the Dark Saint to her side!"