Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 237 Klein: In such a cold weather~ (3k)

"Is the matter done?"

"Yes, Mr. Ron, I didn't expect it to go so smoothly."

Xio smiled like a silly roe deer. She didn't expect that just by entering the church, she would be warmly received. She would get information that could not be more detailed without her asking any questions.

This is truly a blessing from the goddess!
"Really? Then when are we going to submit the task and meet that curly baboon, and meet that employer?"

The young man smiled and said that he planned to work hard to find the "two-five-year-old boy" from Nanda Road.

It doesn't matter whether the other party believes in him or not. What's important is that starting from the past two months, people from the Southern Continent have been identified by Ron as his potential believers.

This is the reason why we call each other "two or five boys".

"Mr. Ron, this matter cannot be completed immediately!"

"I have to submit a request, and the tavern has to confirm the visitor and then notify me. At least it won't be completed tonight!"

Hidden location outside Cragg's Club.

'Forget it, I haven't collected enough money for bodyguards yet, so I can't be lazy...'

This kind of coldness is different from the cold. In Backlund, which is almost October, it can always magically penetrate clothes, making every unsuspecting person's body tremble and his mouth soften.

The great detective carried a portable camera and successfully secretly photographed a good-looking lady.

"This is called a new storm that has emerged, and I simply cannot stand still."

Xio's words were stuck in her throat before she finished speaking. It was already late at night, and the cool night breeze blew, causing the bounty hunter to tighten his black woolen coat.

Because the target frequented the Kragg Club, he, a poor detective, had no way of getting inside, so he did not get any substantial evidence of the affair.

The bounty hunter looked confused. She kept gesturing in mid-air, trying to explain the complicated commission submission process to the demigod in front of her.

'Today is Thursday. There are three days left for another commission to expire. It's a pity. I have been busy with self-rescue issues for the past two days, attending gatherings of extraordinary people, and looking for bodyguards, so I didn't take care of it...'

Looking up at the gloomy sky, Sherlock Moriarty raised the corners of his mouth in a good mood.

I saw gloomy black clouds in the sky constantly pressing down, and the wind howled, making Backlund feel damp and cold again.

He then checked the film inside the camera and found that there was nothing unexpected, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"It's okay, I can wait"

However, the results at this stage are enough to submit a report to his employer, Mrs. Mary Gale.

'Well, the rape hunt is finally completed, no, to be precise, it's at least half done.'

Ron waved his hand nonchalantly, and handed Xio a Habakak self-made "business card" with a knowing look in his eyes. Then his figure faded and he left Rose Flower Street.

Although he now has the Dirty Words Talisman, he doesn't have much savings. If he wants to find a powerful bodyguard, he still needs a huge amount of money.

Thursday at 6 p.m.

After much thought, Klein resisted the idea of ​​lighting up the fireplace, drinking coffee and enjoying life in the rainy weather, and decided to go out to work regardless of rain or shine.

"Mr. Ron, wait for me, I haven't yet."

After taking a carriage and returning to No. 15 Minsk Street, Klein kept the evidence. He looked at the sky outside again and hesitated whether to go out.

'Because I have no money'

Making a complaint in his mind, Mr. "Clown" changed into thicker clothes and prepared to go investigate No. 67 Williams Street.

The reward for this investigation mission was a full five pounds, and strictly speaking, this was the only mission in his detective career that looked more formal.

"In addition to finding cats and catching rapes, my career has finally seen the light of day again."

The great detective muttered, and then took out a copper penny flowing with brass light from his pocket. He flicked his finger, and the copper penny flew up, then fell suddenly, and was caught by Klein with one hand.

No need to use his eyes to see, the touch of the copper penny in the palm of his hand already told him the answer to the divination.

With the head facing upward, it means affirmation.

This means that there is no danger in investigating 69 Williams Street!

“Extraordinary people live at 69 Williams Street.”

The great detective recited the sentence silently and tossed the brass penny again. The coin was caught by him again while it was tumbling.

Numbers pointing upward indicate negation.

There are no extraordinary people at 69 Williams Street!
After seeing the result, Klein did not blindly believe it. He cautiously went above the gray mist. After getting the same answer, he nodded with satisfaction.

"It looks like we can sneak in and complete this task tonight!"

This guy was making a perfect plan while referring to the divination results, trying to complete the task in just one trip.

After confirming the plan, Sherlock Moriarty put on his clothes, took an umbrella as a backup, and walked out of the door in the gloomy weather with biting cold wind. "It's so cold... I don't know what happened to the little kid... He has no money or can't find anyone to take him in. Now he is crying on the street. There is no dessert or food. He can only feel cold and cold. He was begging hungry, but no one pitied him because of his broken mouth..."

"But he is a demigod, so he probably won't starve to death..."

Feeling the cold weather that was different from the past, and a little bit of hunger in his belly, Klein couldn't help but think of that annoying little kid, but as he thought about it, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

The scene he imagined was so satisfying!
Wonderful, wonderful!
"I can't do this. In such a cold weather, I have to at least have a hot dinner before completing the commission!"

“Like Dixie Pie!”

"Medici, go and light the fireplace, and I want to drink!"

The blond boy was wearing thick pajamas and sitting on a leather sofa covered with soft cushions.

Or maybe he felt the change in the weather. He tightened his clothes, half-covering his exposed delicate collarbone, took his white and tender feet away from the ground, and placed them on the sofa. He hugged his arms and formed a ball. The whole person turned into a golden little dumpling, which looked really cute.

The Red Angel just glanced at Ron, and immediately saw this guy's poor acting skills.

But he didn't say anything, and went over to light the fireplace honestly, for fear that the blond boy would find a lame excuse, saying that he was cold and had a loss of appetite because he didn't light the fireplace!
If you want to beat me up, just say it if you don't like me, and you can't find any lame excuses. Besides, your mouth is full of oil every time you eat. You call me a loss of appetite?
Medici curled his lips and lit the fireplace with disdain, working harder and sweating profusely.

The warm firelight lit up, dispelling the coldness in the villa in the rainy weather.

This villa has been renovated by Ron. It is gorgeously decorated and full of gold, crystals, and gems.

Its walls are inlaid with patterns made of gold, and its chandeliers are all polished with star crystals, hanging high and twinkling with light in the darkness.

They reflected bright light under the firelight, and there was a sense of luxury constantly emerging, highlighting how rich the owner of this place was.

"Medici, what are we having for dinner?"

The blond boy stretched his waist and let the thick pajamas slip off his shoulders, exposing a large area of ​​white skin and delicate collarbones.

He was half-naked, stretching his fingers to feel the warmth, and asked about today's recipe.

But at this moment, Ron's golden eyes scanned everything around him, and suddenly he remembered a certain stingy poor guy.

What is Klein doing on such a cold day? Perhaps sitting in front of the fireplace like him, drinking a steaming cup of coffee or black tea?
You wouldn’t go out hungry to run business on such a cold day, right? No way? No way?

As he thought about it, Ron almost laughed out loud. Just thinking about that funny scene could make him happy all day long.

"Backlund's roast goose, cream cheese-baked olawe lobster, pan-fried keel fish, and one-pound toffee pudding. This is what the most famous dessert shop has in stock, and I bought ten more bottles today. Ormere red wine for cooking.”

Listening to Medici's report, the blond boy nodded reservedly. At this moment, he seemed to have thought of something interesting, and suddenly his whole body lost strength and he leaned on the sofa, groaning and rolling back and forth. .

"What can Mr. Fool have for dinner tonight?"

"Could it be Dixie pie, buttered toast and complimentary hot coffee?"

"Mr. 'Fool' is so pitiful!"

Picking up a napkin and wiping his mouth, thinking about the fat but not greasy Disi pie with a hint of fruity aroma, Klein gave it a big thumbs up in his heart.

He picked up the cup and drank the complimentary coffee in one gulp.

"This is life!"

Feeling the warmth the food brought to his body, Klein sat on his seat and enjoyed it for a few minutes.

Seeing the darkening sky outside and the drizzle of light rain, Klein hesitated for a while, and finally arranged his clothes, opened his umbrella, and prepared to hire a taxi to drive around the target location.

His purpose was to sneak in and use divination to see if there was any strange criminal evidence or anything bad in the villa.

If nothing goes wrong, it means the family is not a liar and can give their employer a reassuring answer.

If so, report it immediately to prevent them from continuing to harm society.

After paying 3 soli, Klein successfully hired a taxi and arrived at the target location.

But as soon as he saw the gorgeously decorated villa, which could be called a splendid villa, Klein raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a slightly funny smile.

Is this the life of the rich?

Mr. Fool said that it was an eye-opener. At this moment, he had the urge to sell himself and become a servant inside.

As a "clown", he used his spiritual intuition to easily feel that the gold on the walls of the villa was actually real, and that the pieces of glass were actually made of crystal.

What's even more outrageous is that the walls of the servants' rooms and stables are all inlaid with patterns made of gold!

Although there are not as many as in the main house, and although their existence is more like setting off the villa, it still shocks a poor guy.

In this cold weather, Klein felt that everything he did was meaningless. He ran so far for five pounds, but some people regarded it as dirt.

Damn big dog! ! !

I, Klein Moretti, am going to eliminate harm for the people today!
(End of this chapter)