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Chapter 79 I Can't Think of a Title(1/2)

Chapter 79 I can't think of the title

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In the morning, Florent said goodbye to his fiery lover and returned home with a refreshing spirit and physical desire to sleep. The housekeeper opened the door for him, and the well-trained servants served him in close proximity and took him off.

He went to his coat to get his home clothes. After changing into softer and looser clothes, he stretched and yawned, feeling very comfortable.

When he walked through the corridor and came to the main hall, he saw his sister who was usually lively and was trapped in the sofa, and was reading seriously, holding a heavy and boring book that looked at it with concentration.

"What are you doing?" Florent walked around Adella and saw the pages of the book yellowed and there were many strange symbols. The words were not in Intis, but in Guchmis. Florent immediately said that

Be alert, "Adela, what do you want to do? It won't be a strange ceremony again, right?"

"I have warned you that it's okay to study, but you can't, at least you can't play these ritual magic secretly at home!"

Adella put down the big book that covered her entire face, revealing her two huge dark circles and her haggard and confused face after being beaten by knowledge.

"I don't think the ceremony is completely useless..."

Adela defended herself in a rage: "Brother, look, when I was nine years old, I was kidnapped by a bad guy and saw a powerful and beautiful demon. After I came back, I studied the ritual of summoning demons for five years, but this one

Mr. Demon is indeed around me now.”

"This is not summoned at all."

"After all, the lines of His exoskeleton are so beautiful, and every twisted curvature is just right. The bloody claws and scales make me fall in love with them at first sight. The curved horns feel like bones, but there is a cold light like a blade on the edge.

Nothing is not a work of art. His dark eyes are like the legendary abyss. When I look at me, I feel that my breathing and heartbeat will stop together. I love the cold, cruel and contemptuous eyes of all life.

I really want to touch His wings, wide and beautiful, as if the wings that can cover the sky are more beautiful than gliding wings…”

"Enough is enough, no one can understand what you said."

Florent had the idea of ​​"good, it's really weird" about his sister's love for countless times, and thus another mysterious thought: the sister's dream is blasphemy to put on any angel,

So is it considered blasphemy to be a devil or to hit the devil's thoughts? Doesn't this belong to a negative or positive one? Then he reflected on his boring thinking for five seconds, and it is really easy to lose his humanity when chatting with Adella.

Florent had no choice but to say: "I don't object to you trying to win over others for your family or pursue them purely because you like it. So where are you now?"

Adella's lips stuttered a few times: "It hasn't started yet...I'm now reading the relevant documents on pleasing and summoning demons..."

Florent was deeply silent.

"I'll embarrass you for your progress," he said. "You'd better give up, that kind of existence will not be impressed for no reason."

"But I don't want to marry the Earl of Welsh."

Adela held his cheek and sighed: "He is stupid, frivolous and superficial, and has not inherited his parents' strengths, even without appearance. He is not as good as His Highness Edward's scale in all aspects. He likes to brag about his military achievements, but

He is also very timid. The so-called military achievements are just riding a horse and turning around and showing his face while suppressing mobs and colonies. If it weren't for my poor talent, their family had made money from the Southern Continent too quickly recently, so they probably wouldn't have

Opportunity to climb to the high branches of our royal family.”

"He is ten years older than me!"

"His Highness Edward is more than a thousand years older than you...?"

"It's different!"

"For the future war, His Majesty needs funds."

Florent replied concisely: "I know this is not fair to you, but it is our duty to repay the family. After climbing to the high branches of the Soren royal family, they will definitely do everything to please you, and they will not even dare to care about you looking for a lover.

After you get pregnant, you will let the Earl of Welsh die unexpectedly and then rely on your children to control the family. At that time, you will be the legal orthodox hostess, and it is OK to change your surname back to Sauron."

"I don't even want to have this process."

Adela threw the book and fell sideways on the sofa, buried her face in the luxurious and soft leather sofa, and said almost nonsense: "I can feel what the one wants, but I can't completely impress Him...

Anyway, the engagement has not been settled yet, and I still have a chance, so let me try again!"

Florent shrugged and yawned back to the house to sleep.

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Klein waited at home until after ten o'clock, and the reporter Mike who had made an appointment with him for an interview had not arrived yet, so the interview was likely to be postponed. So he put on a thick old coat, put on a baseball cap and Daisy's word book

, leaving Minsk No. 15. His initial plan was to accompany Mike to the East District for an interview, and find an opportunity to give Old Kohler some hints, telling him not to mention the fact that he had promised to help Liv find his daughter.

As for the Liv family, old Kohler will remind you.

Now that Mike postponed the matter for a day, Klein became more calm and no longer worried about mistakes and accidents.

..............

Based on the address mentioned by Old Kohler, Klein entered the depths of the East District based on the revelation obtained by divination, and found the room on the third floor with one eye either vigilant or alert, numb or greedy.

There is a high and low bed here, the whole space is only seven or eight square meters, the only cabinet is piled with debris, and in the corner is Taylor's sewing machine that seems to be falling apart at any time. Every spare place is stuffed, but

The accident gives people a pretty neat feeling.

Father and daughter live together? There is no other floor shop here. It seems that Taylor is really working hard and hard... Klein directly looked at the lower bunk of the high and low bed on the innermost side and shouted: "Old Kohler.



After browsing the floor, Old Kohler turned over and sat up, leaning towards the door in surprise: "You are indeed here. After sending you that letter yesterday, I guessed that you would come to me today, so I didn't go to the dock,

I've been waiting at home."

OK, no need to think about how to make up a lie to explain why I went here to find you... Klein looked around and said, "Old Kohler, with your current income, you can rent a better room,

To change to a better place, why just change from the floor to the high and low beds?”

"Most of that money is to help you collect information." Old Kohler smiled, "And I am no longer young, I have to save some money for my complete weakness in the future. Taylor can't, nor can he keep repairing clothes for others.

.I think Mrs. Liv is right. I will let Taylor go to school, charity school or church night school in the future..."

Klein silently for two seconds and said, "You can consider buying some insurance, such as the 'poverty family assistance insurance'. Just pay some money every year, and it will allow you to get at least one payment every week after you really get old.

It can fill the money that can sleep in the room."

The insurance industry in this world has sprouted in the Quaternary period. After being promoted by Emperor Rossell, it is now relatively mature. It mainly includes various insurances related to maritime trade, fire insurance, injury insurance, pension insurance that appear in different names, etc.

, overall, more concentrated on the rich and middle-class people.

"I know this. When I was a worker, I paid 3p in insurance premiums every week, but then I lost my income..." Old Kohler sighed.

His biggest problem now is his unstable income and he doesn't know when the informant fee from Mr. Detective will be interrupted.

Klein couldn't promise anything, and pointed outside and said, "Let's go to Liv's house and return the word book to the girl."

After leaving the room, Klein said casually: "It's really a joke. I just said I was a volunteer the day before yesterday to help find Daisy. As a result, she was sent back by the police yesterday. Don't mention this matter in the future.

, I don't want to be laughed at."

"Okay." Old Kohler agreed first, and then said, "Your kindness and kindness will not be laughed at."

As he said that, Klein took out 13 Suler from his pocket and pushed them back to Old Kohler, and smiled bitterly: "Haha, but I really don't help me. Old Kohler, the money still belongs to you."

Old Kohler obviously hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted the money: "Mr. Detective, I will take them to pay insurance."

Through the dirty streets, the two came to Liv's house. Klein saw the girl who had just been rescued and started working on ironing that might burn her at any time. He saw the clothes hanging here one by one.

It drooped and dripped with water droplets, no different from before, and I didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Daisy."

After a while, he shouted, "Your word book."

Daisy's eyes lit up, but it was inconvenient to leave. She worked so hard that she stopped working. She came to the door and kept saying "Thank you".

After Liv and Freia put down their work and came to express their gratitude, Klein repeated the words he had just said to Old Kohler.

After receiving a positive answer, he took out the 2 pounds of change that had been prepared and handed it to Liv: "Tomorrow, a reporter will come to interview Daisy. This is his prepaid reward, but don't do it in front of him.

I would like to mention it, otherwise many things would be difficult to deal with. Haha, he might give some more tomorrow, but there is not so much."

"This, no, I'm willing to expose that bad guy's evil deeds, no money!" Daisy shook her head suddenly.

Klein laughed: "This is a rule, you can't break the rules, do you understand?"

He turned to Liv and said, "Please accept it. Your idea is right. Only when Daisy and Freia know more words and learn more can you get rid of your current situation."

He was going to say a lot of things, and wanted to suggest that Liv's family move to the edge of the East District. Anyway, customers who can afford to do laundry will not live in the East District, but in the end they didn't mention anything.

He originally planned to give the other party more help, but he still restrained his behavior.

People like Liv's family are more than a few thousand, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions in the East District. If a simple person wants to help them, even a big banker can't make any splashes, and this is just the East District.

, and the entire Beckland and the Kingdom of Roon are on it.

"...Thank you, thank you Mr. reporter for me." Liv was silent for a while and accepted the money.

Klein didn't stop for much and left in a hurry, as if there was a ghost hidden here that would devour his soul.

After walking outside with Old Kohler, he looked back and suddenly exhaled, and said in a low voice:

“There has never been a savior…”

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Maria heard that detective Sherlock Moriarty was coming early in the morning and immediately began to prepare for rewards and thanks. She was helped by the other party's roadmap, but Mr. A, who almost lost his life because of the black ghost, felt that he had no face to see him.

People, yesterday, returned to the Aurora Club report.
To be continued...
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