"But there is not only one choice in life, especially for you. You can find the lifestyle you want according to your own preferences, and do countless things you want to do. You are still young, and your life has unlimited possibilities.

possible."

"Face life with a slightly more relaxed attitude. If you live with the mentality of 'we will be separated one day, so it is best not to have too many connections,' then you may not be able to live a relaxed and happy life."

Klein replied thoughtfully: "You are right, Mr. Azik."

He smiled: "Actually, I have been engaged in boring jobs in the past. After coming to this world, I really gained a lot of new life direction and happiness. I think if all this can really end, I might open a

Bakery, spend your life in comfort.”

As the conversation came to an end, Azik stood up: "I'm looking forward to that day."

Klein stood up and said goodbye to him.

After the two said goodbye to each other, the void around Azik rippled like water, and his figure disappeared into the room.

Klein stood there, speechless for a long time.

He shook his head and laughed silently as if to comfort himself: "Maybe by then I will already be a strong man of angel rank, and I can establish an antisocial personality treatment hospital, with Miss Justice as the chief physician..."

After gathering his thoughts, Klein sat down, thought quietly for a while, swept other things out of his mind, and began to habitually review and review the assassination campaign against "Lieutenant General Disease":

"I originally thought I could herd a 'Pain Witch' and get further clues about death documents and missing persons cases. Who knew that the development and results were unexpected, and I could only achieve the most preliminary goal."

"Hey, I can't encourage Mr. Azik to take action. After all, he has not fully recovered, and there is a back-up on the other side... It is more important to be strong. It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. Haha, think about it carefully, I am really asking for help most of the time.

Own……"

"The missing person case can start with the clues about the buyer provided by Tracy at that time, the 'Crazy Captain' Connors Victor."

Klein changed his sitting posture, nodded to himself, and whispered in his heart:

"The biggest gain this time is that I have initially established the principle of playing a faceless man, integrating and withdrawing at the same time, overcoming psychological barriers, and being alert to the problem of being addicted to roles.

"In this way, the magic potion that takes one or two years to be digested through simple and normal real-life acting may be completely absorbed in another one or two months. It seems a bit too fast. I don't have a clue about the material of 'Secret Puppet Master' yet.

…”

After completing his introspection, Klein prepared to go to Source Castle to take down the radio receiver from above the gray fog and contact Magic Mirror Arrods.

After walking four steps backward, his spirit body ascended to Origin Castle. The everlasting gray mist filled the air around him. Klein couldn't help but whisper:

"What kind of secrets are you hiding?"

The wireless telegraph machine sacrificed by the "Magician" was placed in the pile of debris in the corner. Klein did not rush to get it, but first divined whether it would be dangerous to communicate with Arrods.

After getting the "safe" answer, Klein sat quietly for a while and re-wrote a divination question:

"I don't have any marks on me"

After finishing writing, he felt his back gradually getting hot and sweating. Klein took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to perform ordinary divination.

His eyes were fixed on the pendulum, and he saw that the pendulum was silent for a short while, turned clockwise with difficulty, and then stopped.

When this happens, it is a confrontation with level 0 sealed objects or even stronger ones...well, at least it succeeded for a moment...

Klein wiped away the non-existent cold sweat and restored the pen and note to mist.

It was quiet on the Source Castle. After a few seconds, the gray fog flew up with the wireless telegraph machine and landed in front of him.

449

Republic of Intis, seaside city Fairen.

Traynor stopped in front of a securities company, brushed the messy black hair on his head to both sides a few times, exposed his forehead, and put the suitcase he was carrying on the ground, which made a clanging sound.

A red shadow appeared on the glass door, and Medici stood next to Traynor's reflection, arms crossed.

"How to get here?"

"The Iron Cross still stores all your useful bodies here. Or do you prefer to float?"

After tidying up his appearance, Traynor pushed open the glass door and entered the lobby. He bypassed the staff and guests walking back and forth, walked straight to the office corridor on the first floor, and walked into the wall when there was no one around.

As soon as I walked into the office building of the Iron Cross Society, I felt an anxious breath. Several arsonists were tied to the wall, with small wooden signs that read "Civilization, Friendship, and Harmonious Coexistence" hung around their necks, and their heads were burning.

There is a bright flame, which looks like an oversized candle using hair as fuel. It is probably performing some kind of performance art such as human body lighting.

The faceless man's clothes squirmed a few times, and a hat appeared out of thin air. Traynor lowered the brim of his hat and walked through the chaotic stairwell.

As soon as we reached the first floor, the sounds of friendly exchanges between hunters could already be heard.

"Good morning! Annie, you are becoming more and more manly!"

"Edel, did anyone tell you that the girl you spent the night with last night was a witch?!"

The communication between hunters is so unpretentious, warm and friendly.

Traynor passed by the lively exchange scene, his eyes staring at the ground, where provocative quotes from mainland China were posted. Behind him, Ling Medici was very interested in this energetic picture, and joined in from time to time to give some relief to the already anxious office.

Lou added fuel to the fire, striving to make the Iron Cross' account books this month as ugly as Raymond's expression.

"Why do you always provoke Raymond? Find someone else."

After seeing the fire set by the evil spirits melting a wall, facing the early morning sunshine coming through the gap, Traynor, who called for repairs, felt very strange: "In the end, I still have to present it to the Aurora Society.

of."

The suitcase in his hand made a clanking sound, and Medici said something - there were so many people talking, he didn't hear it clearly.

At the corner, Traynor suddenly had a spiritual movement and stopped. He was faced with a hunter with a high nose and blue eyes. The hunter with brown short hair was followed by several subordinates. His face was unkind, as if someone owed him tens of thousands of fils.

gold.

Tony Twain glanced and saw the black-haired stranger standing in the corner. His eyes narrowed and his expression became more ferocious.

"Who are you?" he said in a low voice.

Traynor continued to hold down the brim of his hat and said casually: "I'm here to get the sealed item that is exclusively for His Highness the Red Angel."

Hearing Red Angel, Tony Twain's expression softened a little: "Do you have any procedures?"

"No."

Traynor took out a mirror and held it next to himself: "But there is a red angel."

Medici's image appeared in the mirror, giving Tang En a startled look. Medici smiled, appeared directly in the real world, and waved to the blue-eyed war bishop in vain, taking it as a greeting.

Seeing the latter bowing in flattery, Traynor walked around and continued walking forward.

After taking two steps, he suddenly swayed to the side, and a ball of fire hit the place where he had been standing, burning two or three marbles into lava.

"The cost of ground repair is 45 Filkin, which will be deducted from your subsidy." Traynor turned his head and frowned: "If you are bored, you can go and make a financial statement, don't waste my time."

A ferocious smile appeared on Tang En's face: "It is indeed you!"

"I asked which War Bishop could fight alongside the Red Angel in Bayam! It was you!"

"Ah, yes, yes."

Traynor picked his ears and said, "Forget this blessing, I can bring back an octopus tentacle with just two spells."

Tang En's face turned gloomy: "You actually disdain this kind of honor."

"Yes, yes, can you please let me go?"

Medici folded his arms and watched the show, with no intention of joining any of them. Tang En lost his composure and launched an attack. Traynor opened the clasp of the suitcase with a movement of his fingers. He ducked sideways and hit Medici's body in an instant.

He took out one hand and tied the connecting belt to Tang En's fist at lightning speed, then turned on the switch, kicked open the window and pushed Tang En down.

A few seconds later, the steam-powered arm carried Tony Twain through the air in the square outside the Iron Cross.

"It's really troublesome to talk to people like this."

"The repair cost is 70 Filkin, which can just enough deduct his entertainment subsidy for this week."

When Tang En reacted and started to remove the straps on his hands, Traynor took the opportunity to put away all the parts on the ground, and dodged into the corner of the stairs, turning into a ray of fire and heading straight for the extraordinary items storage warehouse on the third floor.

Fast track.

TBC

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Traynor: Do you want this blessing?

Tang En: I can’t wait any longer, give it to me quickly!
Chapter completed!