Inside a house in Cherwood District.

As soon as Xio opened the door and came in, she smelled the aroma of fried food. She couldn't help but sniffed and looked towards the kitchen.

"Fors?"

"Could there be anyone else?" Fors poked her head out of the kitchen and asked with a smile.

Xio put down the newspaper in his hand and responded half in surprise and half in muttering:

"Do you remember how long it has been since you last went into the kitchen? Well, making toast in the morning doesn't count."

Fors returned to the kitchen, and only her voice floated out:

“I choose outside food because it’s better, and right now, there’s no good fried chicken in the surrounding streets.

"I suddenly want to eat this. Among all the food sent from Intis, this is my favorite!"

Xio walked to the kitchen, leaned against the door frame, and watched Fors busy preparing dinner. He considered for a moment and said,

"I've received a commission for £100 a day for three to five days, but I need to find another helper.

"Weren't you short of money before? Do you want to join us?"

My financial situation has actually improved... But a task of 50 pounds a day is not bad. I'll save as much as I can. There will be many places to spend money in the future... Fors stared at the iron pot filled with oil and asked:

"What kind of commission?"

She had automatically calculated in her mind the reward she could get.

Xio smoothed his somewhat rough blond hair and said:

"Secretly protecting a wealthy man named Dwayne Dantes."

"What happened to him? Is it dangerous?" Fors asked cautiously.

Xio thought about it and said:

“It seems to be a business dispute, and a competitor threatened him.

"This is not a dangerous thing. You know, Backlund's powerful Beyonders are unlikely to take such risks. It is easy to expose themselves and be targeted by the Nighthawks and the Mandated Punishers."

“Maybe there’s a madman over there? We can’t rule out this possibility.” As Fors refuted, she naturally thought of “The World” Gehrman Sparrow. This gentleman was the madman who dared to do great things in Backlund!

She paused, picked up the fried chicken and said:

"Since you have accepted the mission and I have nothing to do recently, let's go together.

"Fortunately, this is covert protection, and no one will find out that I'm a bodyguard. Otherwise, I won't be able to attend those literary salons in the upper class. Haha, in fact, I can tell them that I'm experiencing life and collecting materials. My next book will be about the story of a female bodyguard and her male employer!"

Xio had long been accustomed to Fors's habit of divergent thinking. He sniffed again and said:

"Let's go after dinner."

…………

At 160 Böklund Street, Klein set up the ceremony in the master bedroom bathroom and entered the gray fog.

He planned to take care of some chores before the bodyguards hired by Butler Walter came over, so as to avoid inconvenience in doing them in the next few days.

Among these chores, the most important one is to confirm the situation of "creeping hunger".

After sitting in the seat belonging to The Fool, Klein let the human-skin glove fly over from the pile of debris.

After some divination checks, he found that the "Creeping Hunger" was quite stubborn this time, and the negative effects had not changed at all.

"Is he infected by Mr. A and will never give up praising the 'True Creator'?" Klein's mouth twitched as he seriously thought about how to solve this problem.

Find another way to intimidate it? No, how can it be called intimidation? It should be said that it is to maintain a proactive position and have friendly communication... Klein tapped the edge of the mottled long table with his fingers and muttered silently to himself:

"Anyway, I have to write to Mr. Azik later, and I can mention the failure of the seal of 'Creeping Hunger' in passing.

"You can also bring some mushrooms with you. No, that won't work. Although this will prevent the Creeping Hunger from praising the True Creator, it will also render it unusable. Hmm... ask Frank for a few more original mutant mushrooms to see if they can have a different effect..."

After deciding on his idea, Klein threw the Azik copper whistle and the adventurer's harmonica into the "Gate of Sacrifice and Bestowal" and returned to the real world. He put away the items and cleaned up the traces.

After leaving the bathroom, Klein walked to the desk, took out a piece of letter paper and a pen, and wrote carefully:

"Dear Mr. Azik... I haven't written to you for a long time. I wonder how you are doing recently...

"...Due to some unexpected events, the seal you put on 'Creeping Hunger' has become invalid. Can you give me a corresponding solution? I want to redo it...

"...Have you heard of creatures called spirit world predators? What level are they at, what are their characteristics, and in which areas are they active?

"...I may have to go to the southern continent soon. If I get any new information about the God of Death, I will write to you in time..."

He put down his pen and read it twice. Then he folded the letter, picked up the whistle, put it to his lips, and blew it.

Silently, white bones emerged from the ground and surged into the air like a fountain, forming a huge skeleton nearly four meters high.

The skeleton looked down at Dwayne Dantès for a second, then bent his back, lowered his right arm, and spread out his palm.

This messenger is becoming more and more polite... Klein nodded with satisfaction and handed the letter he had just written to the other party.

The bone messenger did not stop, but disintegrated instantly, falling to the ground like a waterfall and quickly disappearing.

Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief, retracted his gaze, and continued writing a letter to Frank:

“…The dried mushrooms you gave me last time were pretty good, do you have any more?

"...Do you think the idea I mentioned before is feasible? If you encounter any difficulties during the research process, you can write to me..."

After folding the letter, Klein picked up the adventurer's harmonica and blew it gently.

He immediately saw the messenger lady Renette Tinicole appear beside him. She was still headless, wearing a complicated and gloomy long dress, and holding four blond, red-eyed, gorgeous heads.

"Can you locate Frank Lee?" Klein asked with great confidence. After all, the messenger lady is different from ordinary messengers. She is a spiritual creature at the demigod level.

Under normal circumstances, the messenger can only locate the contractor and the person who used the summoning ritual. The latter has a distance limit. Once they are too far away from the ritual site, the messenger will not be able to find them.

The four heads in Renette Tinicole's hands turned at the same time and looked at Klein and said:

"Is it... the person... who... wants to plant... everything... in the soil?"

...What on earth did Frank do to leave such a deep impression on the messenger lady...When I wrote back to her earlier, she also said that she hoped he was still alive...Klein nodded solemnly:

"Yes."

The four heads of Renette Tinicole spoke one after another:

"Can... locate... I have... marked him..."

Huh? Klein's mouth dropped open as he heard this, and he almost forgot his purpose.

Poor Frank, no, the powerful Frank, was actually specially marked by the messenger lady... May the goddess bless him... Klein exhaled slowly and handed the letter in his hand to Renette Tinicole:

"Please give it to Frank.

"He will pay you in gold."

A head in Renette Tinicole's hand opened its mouth, bit the letter, and then went directly into the spirit world and could no longer be observed.

After finishing his chores, Klein left his whistle and harmonica behind and went downstairs to enjoy dinner.

Halfway through the meal, the butler Walter came in from outside and whispered in Dwayne Dantès's ear:

"The bodyguards are here. They are Miss Xiu and her friend from before. I will arrange for them to provide protection in secret."

Miss Xiu and her friend? Could it be Miss Magician? Klein didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only nod slightly to indicate that he knew.

His spirit didn't actually sense anyone "invading" the house, but that was normal. It wasn't the late night when everyone was asleep, so even the slightest movement would be obvious. Unless Klein specifically used his spirit to leave detectable marks in key places, or the person who entered the house had some ill will towards him, it would be difficult to detect anything.

…………

In another bedroom on the third floor, Xio and Fors each occupied one side of the curtain and looked at the garden below through the glass.

"This is my dream residence. When I have enough money, I will buy a house like this in a beautiful place. No, I still choose Backlund. There are more delicious foods and it is more convenient here." Fors said sincerely.

After she finished speaking, she sighed in her heart again:

Unfortunately, I have the full moon curse, so I can only continue to improve myself, otherwise, I would have left behind a house instead of cash last time...

Xio followed his friend's gaze, looked outside, and whispered:

“This is where I lived when I was a kid…”

Fors glanced at Xio, not knowing what to say, so he changed the subject and said:

“How can we provide protection?”

Xio retracted his gaze and said:

"When Mr. Dwayne Dantès is not out and has no visitors, he hides in his room and pays attention to his surroundings to prevent anyone from sneaking in...

"When there are guests visiting, we go into the next room, keep a close eye on the situation, and be ready to 'open the door' and rescue people at any time...

"If Mr. Dwayne Dantes goes out, the butler will tell us in advance. I will hide under the carriage to protect him, and you will find another carriage to follow..."

"Xiu, you are becoming more and more professional!" Fors praised earnestly, and then chuckled, "I just saw the portrait of Mr. Dwayne Dantes. If you hadn't said that the danger this time came from business competition, I would even suspect that the problem came from emotional disputes..."

Before Fors finished speaking, he suddenly saw a carriage stop outside the gate of the house, and several policemen in black and white checkered uniforms got out one after another.

What's going on? She looked at her friend and found that Xio was also confused.

…………

In the small living room on the second floor, Klein met four police officers.

"Mr. Dwayne Dantes, do you know Mr. Caron?"

Karon? Klein thought about it briefly and remembered that this was the man who sold him the shares of Coim Company.

"I know him. What happened to him?" Klein asked calmly.

The leading police officer responded politely:

"He committed suicide."

“In addition, he left a suicide note, accusing you of forcing him to sell his shares and torturing him in various shady ways, causing him to become extremely depressed.

"And his family provided testimony to the contents of his suicide note."