160 Böklund Street, in a brightly lit study.

There are rows of bookshelves here and a large collection of books. At first glance, it feels like you have entered a private library.

Klein was sitting in a high-back chair, reading today's newspaper, and noticed that both the Tussock Times and the Backlund Daily had an advertisement in a prominent position for the transfer of 10% of the shares of the Backlund Bicycle Company.

Mr. Stanton is quite efficient. He has completed the financial investigation and value assessment in just a few days... Klein just sighed inwardly when he suddenly got inspired.

He quickly opened his spiritual vision and saw the messenger lady Renette Tinicole walking out of the void, still holding the four blond and red-eyed heads in her hands, one of which was biting a letter.

This should be a reply from Miss Sharon... Klein thought as he took it and nodded slightly.

"Thanks."

While speaking, he subconsciously glanced at the door of the study, because his personal butler Richardson was on duty outside.

After opening the envelope and spreading out the paper, Klein took a quick look and confirmed that the owner of the letter was Miss Sharon. She said that she had no intention of purchasing the "biotoxin bottle" at the moment, but if this magical item was still available after a while, she might consider it.

Is it because the financial situation is not good enough? Or is it saving money for more important things? Klein thought about it casually and intuitively believed that it was the latter possibility, because the demigod named Zartwin could not stay in Backlund forever. Sharon and Maric had initially escaped the pursuit of the Rose School. With their extraordinary strength and sequence characteristics, it was relatively easy for them to make money in a relaxed environment. Moreover, they seemed to control the black market arms trade of the "Brave Bar" and acted as Ian's supporters. Just this line could make a lot of money.

As he was thinking, Klein raised his head and saw the messenger's four pairs of eight red eyes staring at him without moving.

He was startled, thinking that the other party was urging him to pay back the debt, so he cleared his throat and said:

“No need to reply.

"The first payment will be made within this week."

The four heads of Renette Tinicole spoke one after another:

"Don't worry... there's no interest..."

Miss Messenger is pretty good... As Klein sighed, Renette Tinicole's figure disappeared from the spot and returned to the depths of the spirit world.

After burning the letter and resting for a quarter of an hour, he walked to the door and told Richardson to prepare the carriage.

He planned to go to church before his afternoon philosophy class.

The journey was smooth, and Klein, who only drank a few sips of black tea, soon arrived at the square outside St. Samuel's Church.

After appreciating the sense of peace brought by the white doves, he walked through the church gate, entered the prayer hall, and sat down at a random place. Richardson, like last time, sat diagonally behind him, holding his employer's hat and cane.

As his mind emptied in prayer, Klein was inspired again. He instinctively opened his eyes and looked to the left.

He then saw Leonard Mitchell, the man with black hair and green eyes.

This "night watchman" was not wearing a windbreaker, but an unbelted white shirt, straight pants and a black vest, with a very casual style.

Seeing the middle-aged gentleman with gray hair looking at him, he nodded with a smile, retracted his gaze, closed his eyes and pretended to pray.

He was not worried that the other party would notice that he was looking at him, because he just glanced at him without any unnecessary movements. Many believers had behaved in a similar manner just now.

When a good-looking and elegant gentleman enters here, he will inevitably attract a certain degree of attention. Leonard Mitchell himself is often stared at in this way and has a deep understanding of this.

At this moment, a slightly old voice sounded in his mind:

"That's him."

Haha, my efforts to run to the church yesterday and today were not in vain... Leonard thought with a little pride, but he remained calm on the surface.

Klein was also pretending to pray as he pondered the doubts that were arising in his mind:

“When did Leonard become so religious?

"Although he is definitely more devout than me, he is definitely not the type who goes to church every day. He only goes once a week or even once every two weeks...

"Did he come here for a purpose? He seemed to be sizing me up just now..."

Thinking of this, Klein suddenly realized:

"The grandfather in his body is an angel from the Zoroast family, an angel from the 'Thief' path...

"'The Blasphemer' Amon is the king of angels on this path. He can detect the gray fog and even wants to invade it...

"So, the grandfather in Leonard's body is very likely to have sensed the power or traces of the gray fog in me!"

After making this judgment, Klein's heart suddenly tightened, as if the surroundings were full of dangerous traps.

He maintained his prayer posture, his eyes did not move, and his whole body was calm and reserved, completely consistent with the atmosphere inside the church.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly stood up, walked towards the altar, came to the offering box, and threw in a total of 50 pounds in bills.

Then, as before, he smiled and nodded to the bishop and priest in charge today, receiving a very friendly response.

Walking out of St. Samuel's Church, Klein took the hat from Richardson and fed the white pigeons in the square for about ten minutes.

Behind him, believers who had finished praying came out one after another, including Leonard Mitchell.

Klein didn't look at the main entrance. He clapped his hands leisurely, took the gold-inlaid cane, and walked towards the four-wheeled carriage parked nearby.

Leonard was also feeding the pigeons in the square and watching his target get on the carriage and leave, but he had no intention of following him.

Since the other party has an ancient aura and has been valued by the host in his body, he certainly dare not be careless or take direct action, as that would be very dangerous.

He planned to check the periphery first and collect necessary intelligence.

I'll see what the old man says then... Besides, there are some directions for investigation now. The number of high-end carriages like that is quite limited in the whole of Backlund. Whether it's my own or rented, it's easy to determine the source. Then I can know the identity and origin of that gentleman... Leonard thought leisurely as he looked at the white dove.

He is a "Night Watcher" with rich experience, and also an elite "Red Gloves" among the "Night Watchers"!

Just then, a white dove flapped its wings and flew over, seeming to have a piece of paper in its mouth.

Leonard frowned and stretched out his left hand, watching the white dove lower its altitude, drop the note, then flap its wings and fly up again.

Raising his hand to hold the note, Leonard unfolded it with caution and confusion, and saw only two words on it:

“Zoroaster;

"Parasite."

This... Leonard's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt that all the hairs on his body stood up, and his emotions were about to explode in an instant.

That gentleman saw through my secret?

He is indeed a person with an ancient aura!

Maybe he really is one of the undead monsters left over from the Fourth Epoch!

Was he warning me? To keep my hands off him, or even away from him?

At this moment, thinking back to the middle-aged gentleman with gray hair and deep blue eyes, Leonard Mitchell felt that every move of the other party was very intimidating, making people dare not look directly at him or approach him.

He immediately lost the idea of ​​investigating the other party, and watched the white doves fall at the same time, lowering his voice and saying:

“Old man, that may be your old friend.

"If you want to investigate something, you should wait until your strength is almost restored."

"Old friend..." The slightly aged voice repeated these two words, seeming to have some doubts, but not sure of anything.

Leonard quickly calmed down and chuckled.

"So you are from the Zoroast family..."

At this time, less than a hundred meters away, there was an intersection where Pestfield Street intersected with other streets.

Dwayne Dantès, whose black hair was tinged with silver, leaned back against the wall of the car and slowly closed his eyes, hiding his well-defined facial features in the shadows inside the car.

To the side of his stand-in butler Richardson, a middle-aged man in a dark red coat and an old tricorn hat appeared illusively, bowed to his master, and then disappeared without alarming anyone.

The carriage slowly turned, and a flock of white pigeons flew up in the square.

…………

After returning home and entering the room with a large balcony, Klein, who had been silent all the way, sighed silently.

If Leonard was deceived by the old man and did not accept the warning, he would write another note saying: "I know where the Blasphemer Amon is."

What I meant was, if you mess up my business again, I will tell Amon the Blasphemer that there is an angel from the Zoroastrian family here.

This did not make the old man feel that Dwayne Dantès was weak and had to rely on others to fight him. It was more like a courtesy of not more than three warnings and respect for an angel.

If he still doesn't stop after two warnings, then there is more to do than just notify the Blasphemer Amon.

Well, there is a high probability that they can be intimidated. The old man must have other intentions or difficulties in choosing shallow parasitism. He probably doesn't want to be overturned by me... Hehe, I have to thank "Magic Mirror" Arrodes for this. If I hadn't known in advance that there was a "thief" angel in Leonard's body, I would definitely not have discovered that I had been targeted, let alone used the right words and methods to warn them... Klein thought calmly, no longer feeling the tension and panic he had before.

As he was relaxing, there was a knock on the door, and Richardson, his personal servant, said:

"Sir, the housekeeper is looking for you."

“Please ask him to come in.” Klein turned and left the balcony, returning to the semi-open room.

Walter, wearing white gloves, opened the door and said:

"Sir, your philosophy teacher, Mr. Hamid, has arrived."

Philosophy class... Klein rubbed his temples with a headache.

He had heard from Walter before that Mr. Hamid was a believer of the Lord of Storms, as was the famous scholar Luermi, and a large number of philosophers in the Kingdom of Loen.

This surprised him greatly, because in his mind, Storm Believers were equivalent to Angry Brother.

It seems that I need to change my impression of being rigid and not objective... Haha, the prerequisite for becoming a philosopher is that you can't find a wife or your family relationships are not harmonious? While complaining, Klein sorted out his clothes and walked to the door, saying to the butler Walter:

"Okay, I'll be there now."

PS: I'm going to take half a day off tomorrow to work on the chapter at noon, because I'm having a bit of a writer's block on how to develop the next chapter, and I need to think about it carefully.