Chapter 122 This chapter is Frank

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"He first tried to cross the adults with fruit trees, but unexpectedly they all died and became nutrients for the fruit trees."

"He learned from the painful experience and changed the experimental method. He used cutting grafting of broiler chickens in the cub stage and crossed them with apple seedlings, and once again achieved glorious failure."

"In the end, he put the eggs...well, anyway, at least the apples are growing better and better."

After reading the summary on the last page and the self-encouragement declaration of "I will continue to work hard" and never give up, Edward sighed heavily, put these pages of experimental records aside, covered his eyes with his hands, and felt his

Common sense gets hammered: “What is this doing?”

"What results can be obtained from this kind of experiment that does not consider biological characteristics? Does he really want to benefit mankind?"

"Cultivator, from the Church of the Mother Earth? The Church of the Mother Earth actually doesn't teach him the basics of biology and botany?"

"I know that extraordinary abilities have created a new biological system, but this is really too..."

No one answered, and after a while, a response came to Edward's mind: "But he meets our standards."

"That's what I was thinking about."

The Angel of the Abyss rubbed his face and sighed: "Eager to learn and enterprising, strong in execution, with the possibility of changing the world... maybe? Benign and malignant changes are both changes, and the possibility of destroying the world is of course also possible, just like that child

.He does meet our standards and can be guided appropriately even if it is not our direction."

"I really can't stand this crude and crude experiment. After reading this experiment report, I would rather go to the abyss and fight Fabuti."

The Declined King: “It’s really time to consider it.”

Edward became a little more serious after hearing this and asked: "'Hell' is only in its rudiment. Although we can eat it directly, we have to pretend to be more or less. In any case, we have to prop up the shelf of hell, so that we can become gods."

Only in this way can the ceremony be successfully completed. However, isn't the idea of ​​'rushing down into the abyss, eating the remaining uniqueness and sequence of Fabuti, and then holding the ceremony to go straight to the true god' a bit too bold? If I can really succeed, long-term

Anyone with eyesight would be able to spot the problem."

"..."

"Yes, as long as I become a true god, I will be successful. Maybe the Seven Gods will be more sure that I was raised by the mother tree of desire."

"Isn't there going to be a war? This is the best opportunity."

"Well." The Declined King said calmly, "It's time for the demon family to enter. Hell must have people who have lost their hands and feet to atone for their sins, and there must also be demons who have committed the same heinous crimes. Of course, doing evil is what demons should do, so they die

They will only be jailers in the end, and this is the pardon I give them."

"It's really good. After dedication, you can torture other humans like demons. I think they will be very happy." Edward nodded with deep understanding, "Then let's arrange it after the man-made disaster. As long as the death omen star's sentence is passed, we will

No matter what you do, it will be much easier.”

"After we completely control this part of the consciousness of the true Creator, we can go to the land abandoned by the gods and look for clues to the source of matter."

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Mrs. Starling, who was letting the servants carefully pack her precious gown in the living room, raised her head in confusion and asked the maid Julian: "A strange old gentleman knocked on our door?"

The maid nodded: "Yes, ma'am."

"That was an older gentleman. He was neatly dressed and looked like a man of status."

"Who is he looking for?"

"He said he was looking for the owner of this house."

"Is he Luke's visitor? He never told me, and in that case he should know that it is working time..." The beautiful Mrs. Starling muttered to herself in confusion, and then told the maid, "I'll open the door.

Let the footmen be on their guard."

"Okay, ma'am."

Mrs. Starling lifted up her skirt, asked the maids to bring her a makeup mirror, and briefly touched up her makeup. Then she put on a thick, ironed cloak, and with the help of the maids, she walked downstairs at a leisurely pace and came to the entrance hall.

She wanted to look out through the peephole first, but then she felt that doing so in front of the servants was not dignified enough, so she took a gentle breath, looked dignified, showed a decent and elegant smile, and signaled the maid to open the door.

Julian turned the doorknob, vaguely blocking Mrs. Starling behind him.

The visitor outside the door was a middle-aged and elderly gentleman who was dressed meticulously. His shirt was white and straight, his thick gray-blue vest perfectly held his belly, and his long tuxedo had clear lines and no flaws.

This gentleman was wearing a pair of shiny leather shoes, showing no signs of having walked through rain and mud.

He was wearing a pair of white knitted gloves, with a few silver hairs on his temples. He had deep nasolabial folds on his face, and his light brown eyes were so serious that they contained no trace of a smile.

I don’t know him...but the old gentleman had an inexplicable majestic and reassuring temperament. Mrs. Starling relaxed her guard a little and asked politely:

"who are you looking for?"

The middle-aged and elderly gentleman took off his hat, put it on his chest, and saluted in the most standard manner:

"I came to visit the owner of the house at No. 15 Minsk Street."

"I am the owner of that house, what do you want from me?" Starling was even more confused.

Starling looked at the serious old gentleman in front of her. Judging from his temperament and affordable clothing fabrics, he was at least a nobleman, but he said that he was just a housekeeper. Although he was a little vain and proud,

Starling still has a relatively clear self-awareness, and she shouldn't know someone who can afford such a housekeeper.

But at this time, she had already noticed a carriage parked far away on the opposite side of the concrete road. The outer shell was dark and thick, and there were curtains on the inside of the windows. At first glance, it was not an ordinary thing. It was low-key and luxurious.

Looking carefully again, I saw a coat of arms in a prominent position in the carriage.

The main body of the coat of arms is a sword pointing vertically downward, with a red crown on the handle of the sword.

This is the "Sword of Judgment"...the "Sword of Judgment" that represents the Augustus royal family of the kingdom! Oh my God, I heard Luke mention it! Starling's heart was trembling, and she didn't dare to think about it anymore.

The old housekeeper noticed Starling's gaze and said openly: "Madam, please don't tell anyone about this matter."

"I, I will." Starling quickly replied.

"So you are the owner of No. 15 Minsk Street. Have the tenants there left?"

She was actually looking for Mr. Moriarty? Starling was shocked. As a landlord, she was not supposed to reveal the tenant's information, but this was facing the royal family, so she hesitated for a second before answering: "Yes, he is today

I came to say goodbye very early."

The old butler's eyes narrowed, and he was a little unsure of the situation. He asked, "Did that gentleman mention his itinerary?"

"Ah, this..." Starling hesitated again, and then she felt that the old housekeeper's figure was becoming more solemn and solemn, making people dare not look directly at him, as if he was a teacher or a judge, and she naturally felt the need to answer truthfully in her heart.

The thought, "He, he said he wanted to go back to Jianhai County to celebrate the New Year..."

After hearing this, the old butler's expression did not change, and he was noncommittal. Then, he politely made a standard salute to Starling again (Starling quickly held up her skirt to return the salute) and said, "Thank you.

Answer, ma'am."

"I know you are worried. Please rest assured that I only invited Detective Sherlock Moriarty on behalf of my master. I did not mean to harm him."

"Please don't tell anyone what happened today."

Starling was shaken in her heart and nodded immediately, watching the old housekeeper get into the carriage. The straight-backed coachman waved his whip, and the carriage, which symbolized the majesty of the royal family, gradually disappeared into the street.

She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that she was actually talking to a butler of the royal family. Her steps back to the room were a little erratic. Mr. Sherlock Moriarty was actually such a big shot? A member of the royal family came to invite him personally? He wasn't

A simple detective? Yes, he has such outstanding skills, his identity must not be simple... Starling was a little excited and thought about it in her mind, but then she felt a little disappointed, because she could not reveal these incidents to anyone.

Not even Luke.

………………

In the end, Klein successfully rented the house at a weekly rent of 1 pound 4 soles, saving 1 sole. The rental period was tentatively scheduled for two months, and the rent refund he had just received from Mrs. Starling had not yet been paid.

He spent the money to cover up the heat. Klein used the existing utility bill as proof of identity, and did not forget to use a small deception to change his name. Sherlock Moriarty is now dead or missing, and Klein does not dare to reply.

When I took a look at No. 15 Minsk Street, I saw that the mailbox remained the same and was full.

By the way, the monthly subscription fees for newspapers and milk add up to 4 soles! There are still ten days left in this month! It’s completely wasted!

These little bits and pieces of money made Klein heartbroken for a few minutes. After signing the contract, he took the key and opened the door to his new residence.

Frankly speaking, the rent has its own value. From the balcony, you can overlook the busiest financial and commercial street in Hillston District. The area of ​​​​the house is much smaller than what Mrs. Summer rented to herself, but the quality of the furniture is better. Moreover,

This apartment was originally provided to businessmen or the middle class with an annual salary of more than 300 pounds, and the price is not high anymore.

Klein comforted himself for a while, trying not to think about leaving his 10 pounds. He took out the clothes and brand-new daily necessities from the suitcase, put them away one by one, then took out the letter paper he just bought and started writing a letter.

The purchase of materials cost nearly 2,700 pounds, and Klein only had about 1,500 pounds left in his savings. This was already a relatively dangerous figure for a wild Extraordinary seeking promotion.

Sequence 6 is the mid-sequence. The materials required for the mid-sequence often double in price and are even more valuable. Therefore, he urgently needed to make some money quickly, so he thought of the relationship he had with Miss Sharon before his death.

Dialogue: Maric's friend discovered the tomb of a Fourth Age noble. It was very dangerous and there should be a lot of extraordinary materials and items there. Maybe there would be the "human skin shadow" he needed.

It was inconvenient to go out now, so Klein wrote a letter to inform the familiar deacon in the Church of Steam, Ikanser Bernard. He also vaguely stated in the letter that he had recently moved and wanted to hide for a while.

It is best not to disturb other than trading.

After writing the letter, all urgent matters were finally done.

Klein glanced at the wall clock and saw that it was already past one in the afternoon.

So he closed his eyes and began to meditate and rest. An hour later, Klein opened his eyes and divined "no danger" first. After confirming that it was safe, he walked four steps backward toward the gray mist.

Die sooner or later. Klein has figured out that as long as he has to deal with Ince Zangwill, the power of the gray mist is indispensable. No matter how dangerous it is, he must use all his power.

Just fine.
To be continued...