People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

Mr. A picked up the newspaper, found the location designated by Mr. Reid, and saw a small notice.

"Sherlock Moriarty is a private detective who is good at handling various matters. He charges reasonable fees and strictly abides by the principle of confidentiality. He lives at No. 15 Minsk Street, Cherwood District."

He put down the newspaper and said, "How strong is this person?"

"Soothsayer path, Sequence 8." Mr. Reid said skillfully: "However, there may be someone protecting him, and there is a high probability that it will be a Sequence 5 of the alien path."

"The resentful soul." Mr. A was silent for a moment: "This is not easy to deal with."

"I'll add the money." Mr. Reed said, "How about twenty thousand gold pounds? Pay four thousand gold pounds in advance. When the matter is completed, you can come to me and give you the final payment."

Mr. A: "."

It was so generous, and for a moment, I didn’t know how to react.

Twenty thousand gold pounds? The assassination of Master Intis yesterday only cost ten thousand gold pounds.

This task is obviously much simpler than assassinating the master. No matter what, I don't need to think about how to sneak into a well-defended noble party, let alone how to escape after the task is completed.

Moreover, the difficulty of killing a diviner is much lower than killing a Sequence 6 conspirator.

".I want cash." Mr. A finally said in a low voice.

I originally planned to kill this fat sheep after the meeting, but now it seems that it doesn't matter if I let the other party live another day.

Don't give up the free money. Your plan in Backlund does require a lot of funds.

Mr. Reid said with a smile: "It's a pleasure to work with you."

After finally returning to the residence under the escort of Mr. A, Mr. Reed stood in front of the window of the house and watched the extraordinary person return to the carriage and disappear among the crowd.

Then, his legs softened and he knelt down directly on the ground.

"Scared me!"

Cold sweat broke out crazily on his body, and his face turned extremely pale for a moment. He breathed heavily for a long time before he managed to speak: "Is this the oppressive force of a high-sequence transcendent? Every moment I face him, I thought I was about to be eaten."

"Literally eating it, I can feel his desire for flesh and blood, and I can feel the fear emanating from every inch of my skin and every cell."

"He is not a high-sequence person yet." Tang Sen said calmly from the side: "Of course, your feeling is right. If he wants to attack you, you will definitely be eaten alive."

"Transcendents of the secret prayer path are all good at playing with flesh and blood."

Mr. Reid smiled bitterly: "If you weren't standing next to me, I wouldn't even have the courage to look him in the eye. Rayleigh, I'm really not good at this kind of thing."

"No, you are very good at it." Tang Sen encouraged: "Not everyone can maintain their posture under such great pressure and fear."

"You are very talented in this area."

Mr. Reid sighed and got up from the ground.

He did not refute Tang Sen, because he knew that this was his job and the price for obtaining the money, status, and current life.

He is the disguise, or agent, of the deceased in front of him.

"Mr. A will definitely attack me." He just whispered: "I can feel his malice."

"If I hadn't used a huge amount of cash to hold him back, I'm afraid he would have already taken action when he arrived here, no, even when he just walked out of the rally."

"Obviously." Tang Sen smiled and said, "This is also the result I want, Mr. Reid, Mr. A regards you as his prey, but little does he know that he is also his prey."

He slowly walked to the window and looked at the flow of people outside: "Backlund is too big. If a person wants to hide, even the three major churches will have a hard time finding him, especially a shepherd like Mr. A. He can hide in someone's body at any time, or teleport away through the ability of the apprentice path."

"Instead of looking for him like a needle in a haystack, it's better for him to take the initiative to find us."

He chuckled: "Of course, before that, he still has value that can be used."

"No value should be wasted."

Klein felt a rare sense of joy. He finally solved the crisis that enveloped him and gained a lot.

Potion recipes for subsequent sequences of the Seer Path, Sequence 7: Magician, Sequence 6: Faceless Man and Sequence 5: Marionette Master.

There is even a secret puppet master with extraordinary characteristics. Although it is tainted by the true creator.

"Although the Aurora Society is a crazy organization, it has to be said that it handles things fairly neatly, and it considerately takes the blame on itself."

Klein was enjoying his dinner while thinking: "Now it is certain that Mr. A who assassinated the ambassador must be a Sequence 5 shepherd. This can explain his ability to complete the assassination so quickly and cleanly."

"Part of the 10,000 pounds for assassinating the ambassador is the reward that Miss Justice plans to share with me, and part of it can be used to compensate her with knowledge."

"We have collected one thousand gold pounds to hire the innocent lady, and we will be able to pay her later. Although it cost money, at least the crisis has been resolved."

Thinking of this, Klein sighed slightly and couldn't help but hum:

"I'm so poor. I'll also need money to buy the extraordinary materials a magician needs later."

"Perhaps you can ask the devil to sell some more potion formulas? His prices are very fair, and he'll take anything."

"No, you must never take the initiative to contact the devil."

"The devil has no good intentions toward me."

Thinking of this, Klein suddenly felt familiar murmurs ringing in his ears.

"Someone is praying to me?" His brows moved slightly.

"Maybe Miss Justice is reporting about the gold pound. Miss Wraith is still employed. Although I don't know where she is, she is probably keeping an eye on me. I can't expose the existence of the gray mist in front of Miss Wraith."

"It shouldn't be an important matter. It would be safer to wait until Miss Wraith's employment period ends before joining Gray Mist."

Thinking this way, Klein felt a little uncomfortable.

The fortune teller was extremely sensitive to his own discomfort. He stood up with a frown, held his stomach, and muttered: "Damn, today's steak is not very clean."

Then, he naturally walked to the bathroom, looked at the mirror in the bathroom, and whispered: "I want to use the toilet."

A woman wearing a black palace dress appeared in the mirror. Her pale face showed no expression. She just stared at Klein with an unclear meaning, and then her figure slowly faded away.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, but did not relax his vigilance. He took off his pants step by step and sat on the toilet. He waited for a few more minutes before raising his hand and letting the citrine pendant fall from his wrist.

"I should go check above the gray fog."

"I should go check above the gray fog."

"."

After reciting silently seven times, he opened his eyes.

The pendulum is rotating clockwise and rapidly with great amplitude.

This means that you should go above the gray fog, and it is extremely necessary, otherwise serious danger will occur.

"Miss Justice's prayer contains extremely important information and may even endanger my safety?" Klein frowned, "No, my identity has not been exposed at all. The only one who knows my identity is——"

His pupils shrank sharply.

"devil!"

"That's not the prayer from Miss Justice, but the communication from the devil!"

Since the last time he predicted his death, the devil has never actively communicated with him again. Klein can be sure that the communication of this being who covets the gray mist will not be out of good intentions.

Moreover, they often leave themselves in a position where they cannot refuse.

He quietly lifted up his pants, took four steps backwards, and came to the top of the gray fog. Sure enough, the twinkling crimson star was not Miss Justice's.

Klein stood in silence in front of the devil's crimson for a moment, took a few deep breaths, and then found his spirituality.

Indescribable darkness appeared before our eyes, and the voice of the devil came from within.

"Hello, Klein."

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched. Every time he heard the devil mention his name above the gray fog, he would feel uncomfortable and horrified.

The devil's voice continued: "How does death feel? Not everyone can crawl out of the grave and get a second chance. Of course, for you, it may not be a second chance."

Cleese's heart tightened.

Not the second time? The devil actually knows what happened when he just traveled through time?

How much does he know?

Klein felt chilled all over, as if he were naked in the sight of his devil.

"I am pleased to bring you a prophecy."

The devil said the last words:

"Kline, you will die."

There is another chapter in the middle of the night, you can wake up and read it again.

Sacrifice a new book by the way