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Pale cyan arcane energy extended along the air to Monica's arm, entering her body.

Monica immediately felt her body being changed by some force. Her nose was lengthening, and her body was shortening.

Monica retreated in terror. There were no arcane masters in the Northern Border, so Monica wasn't sure what magic Klein had cast.

When she wanted to ask Klein what he had done to her, the sound coming from her mouth had already changed.

"Oink! Oink! Oink!"

"Pig head, pig body, pig brain, pig tail! Miss Monica, since you like mating so much, I'll just turn you into a swine."

As Klein spoke, he picked up one of Monica's pig legs and walked towards the outside of the city.

When he was messing with the foreman before, Klein had discovered several groups of swine, which he could now put to good use.

Arriving in the suburbs, Monica looked at a group of wild swine not far away, chaotic and dirty, things she would never have come into contact with in her life.

Monica couldn't speak. She could only shake her head at Klein. Although she was promiscuous, that was only limited to humans. If she were to be arched by a group of swine, she would rather die.

"Then can you tell me where Terry went now?"

Monica nodded quickly. She had to yield at this time. Once she yielded, Klein would undo the transformation spell for her.

Monica gasped for breath. After being turned into a pig just now, the violent struggle made her heart beat very fast.

"You can speak now, Miss Monica."

Klein's urging made Monica hesitate for a moment, but she finally slowly opened her mouth and said:

"Grandpa lives in the suburbs. He has always been alone."

"In the suburbs?"

Klein frowned slightly. He had encountered situations where bases were built in the suburbs before, but now it had been four hours since they attacked the armory in the morning.

If Terry Mutro really felt the danger, then there was a high probability that he would run away.

This old guy was a very afraid of death. He didn't even have Jason's fighting spirit, and he lived much more cautiously than Jason.

But if he's in the suburbs, then his advantage is too great, because Dilok can also help him fight. As long as Terry hasn't left, then he has almost no chance of turning the tables.

"Take me there now."

Klein summoned Dilok. Monica looked at the giant black crow, and her calves kept trembling.

Klein grabbed Monica's back and threw her towards Dilok, flying towards Terry's hiding place.

......

"Are you sure it's here?"

Klein looked at the small villa in front of him with suspicion and said to Monica, who was beside him.

This was a handmade wooden house. The fence and the house were all built with wooden boards. There was also an unknown bird in the yard. The whole yard was quiet, giving people a very mysterious feeling.

Klein originally thought that Terry's residence in the wild would be a place similar to a small military base, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

"Yes, Grandpa usually lives here."

"Your grandpa usually enjoys life quite a bit. He looks like an old man who is indifferent to the world, but what he did before wasn't like this."

Monica didn't respond to Klein's sarcasm, nor did she dare to respond. She lowered her head and asked:

"Are we going in now?"

Klein released his magic power, enveloping the entire cabin, but he didn't sense Terry's presence.

"Has he already escaped?"

This made him frown slightly. If a Fifth-Order expert escaped, it would cause very bad consequences.

Klein looked at the wooden house. Just as he was about to go in to check, his heart suddenly moved slightly, and he felt some danger.

"Under normal circumstances, I should check this house. Then, could this house be Terry's trap?"

He stopped and didn't choose to go in to check. Instead, he summoned the Shadow Servant and the Flame Servant, and then took out the Hive and released all the worker bees, accompanying the two summoned undead into the wooden house.

The house was very clean. It could be seen that the owner often cleaned it. Everything seemed to be fine.

After the inspection, Klein was slightly relieved and led Monica towards the wooden villa.

There were many antiques, famous paintings, and some notes stored here. Klein casually flipped through some of them and found that these were all accounts personally written by Terry Mutro.

"He actually made the smuggling business with Grondok so big! No, the amount of this transaction, why is it a bit strange."

Klein looked at the account book and felt more and more strange. Although the number of smuggled weapons was large, the actual amount of money received was very small.

It was almost as if Terry was supplying weapons to Grondok at cost price.

"This old guy is actually a spy! He can even leave behind such important things. Has he really left?"

Monica, who was beside him, also heard Klein's words. She was even more unwilling to believe Klein's statement.

If Terry Mutro really was a spy, then the Mutro family would be guilty of death. Even if Klein didn't kill her, the royal family wouldn't let them go.

The more Klein looked, the more he frowned. Terry's business was very large. In addition to smuggling to Grondok, he felt that there were some strange things, but just from the accounts, Klein couldn't specifically say what it was.

With curiosity, Klein slowly walked towards the second floor, hoping to find some more valuable information.

Just then, a long knife suddenly appeared from the mural. Instantly alert, Klein immediately extended a bone shield.

However, before he could defend, the ST02 shield had already activated automatic defense, and the hard Chaos accurately blocked this sudden knife.

Klein's reaction was also equally swift, and the Light of the Crescent Moon had already pierced into this mural.

The Shadow Flame and the opponent's Battle Qi collided with each other.

"Boom!"

The huge explosion occurred in the house, directly blowing this wooden house, which was not very sturdy, to pieces.

A hunched body, a curved back, and a face full of age spots. This was an old man whose age could no longer be deduced. The aura on his body was somewhat blurred and uncertain.

Klein couldn't even sense whether the other party was dead or alive.

When Klein inquired about the other party, the mechanical auxiliary equipment had already given the surveillance detection of Terry Mutro.

[Old male human, strength 5th order, danger level, medium, is a worthy opponent to challenge.]

"This prompt is very humane!"

Klein looked at this hunched old man and raised the Light of the Crescent Moon in his hand.

"Terry Mutro?"