Not bad, the "audience" has a strong ability to self-regulate... Klein secretly praised it, glanced at the big golden retriever on the back seat of the bicycle, and then looked at the bicycle that was different from other bicycles on the street, and asked casually:

“Is this a new bicycle designed for women?”

"What do you mean by designed specifically for women? If you want to ride it, you can ride it." Audrey smiled and replied, "I just told the people at the bicycle company to consider the different needs of different groups. This is their latest design, and it hasn't been factory-produced yet. Let me try it and give you some advice."

"That's a great idea." Klein praised with a smile, and then asked thoughtfully, "Do you know the owner of Backlund Bicycle Company?"

Audrey replied with her eyes slightly curved:

"Of course, I am one of the major shareholders of Backlund Bicycle Company."

Major shareholder... I had forgotten about this... She succeeded in the end... Klein seemed to understand something. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he shook his head in self-mockery:

“So that’s how it is, my imagination is still not rich enough.

"How was it? How did you feel after the test ride?"

Audrey held the handlebars of the bicycle, her eyes slightly turned, and she said while recalling:

“Great, very suitable for women.”

My dear lady, that’s not what you just said… Klein raised his eyebrows but did not interrupt the girl opposite him.

Audrey smiled again and continued:

"For me, it helps me adjust my mood and release stress, just like riding a horse. However, riding a horse requires wearing special clothes and going to a horse farm or the suburbs. It is impossible to let the horse run completely just at home or on the street, and the necessary feeling is lacking. Bicycles do not have such problems, and can also go to alleys that horse carriages cannot enter, allowing me to see different scenery. Just now, when I passed by a house on my bike, I saw a few flowers still blooming in their garden, and I felt very happy.

"Well, I am also happy when I meet other cyclists. They work hard to live with a little hope. Although they are busy and hurried, they are not numb at all. OK, don't laugh at me. I know you are going to say that those who can afford a bicycle are definitely not the lowest class in this society. I am just simply happy for them.

"Hopefully, one day, I can ride my bike along every street in Backlund."

Klein listened quietly, and his mood gradually improved.

As Miss Justice described, such a scene seemed to appear before his eyes, and this was the only insignificant change he brought to the world.

He laughed and said:

"No, I have no objection. This sounds very interesting. This is what I hope to see in Backlund. The more the better.

"I used to have doubts about certain things, but now I seem to have fewer doubts."

At this point, he pointed to the door of the "Loen Charity Student Aid Fund" at No. 22 Pacefield Street:

"Come inside, it looks like it's going to rain soon."

"Okay, I'll go park the car." Audrey got off the bike and pushed it and the big golden retriever toward the back door.

There is a specially designated bicycle parking spot inside the house, which is not afraid of rain. In organizations like the "Loen Charity Student Aid Fund", more and more staff members who need to go out frequently ride bicycles. Of course, no one dares to rely on this means of transportation to go deep into the East District, where anything can be stolen.

When approaching the back door, the golden retriever Susie jumped off the bicycle, looked back at the place just now, and said with a little doubt:

"Audrey, when Mr. Dantes heard that you were one of the major shareholders of the bicycle company, his tone was a bit complicated, but I couldn't interpret his true meaning."

Audrey pursed her lips and chuckled:

"I heard something before. Among those who competed with Hibbert for the shares of the bicycle company, Mr. Dantes was one of them."

"I see!" Susie smiled clearly, happy with the accuracy of her observation.

Inside the Loen Charity Student Aid Fund, Klein waited politely for Miss Audrey to return with her extraordinary canine companion, and then walked up to the second floor with them.

At this time, a staff member came up and said to Audrey:

"Ms. Director, President Portland Momont of Backlund University of Technology is waiting for you in the reception room."

"Why is Principal Momont here?" Audrey asked in surprise.

The staff member first greeted Director Dwayne Dantès, then replied:

"He didn't say..."

Before the staff member finished speaking, Portland Momont, a tall man with a ruddy face, walked out of the reception room while combing his white hair.

He placed his hand on his chest and bowed:

"Dear Miss Audrey, please forgive me for coming here so unexpectedly."

In Loen, after getting to know each other, noble ladies are addressed by their surnames and young ladies are addressed by their given names.

"It's my pleasure," Audrey responded politely.

Portland Momont was a principal who was more focused on academics. He stopped flattering or chatting with her and said with a smile:

"It's like this. I want to add a new mechanical laboratory at the Technical University, with the goal of inventing and promoting various mechanical creations that are beneficial to industry and life. I wonder if you are interested in donating or investing?

"Haha, Dawn, what do you think? Any ideas for cooperation? Don't worry, I will definitely ask for a grant from the Higher Education Commission."

It was a very good idea, but Backlund and the entire kingdom might be caught in a vortex... After listening to Principal Momont's words, Klein was a little dazed for a moment.

Audrey nodded slightly and said with a smile:

"It sounds interesting, but I need to see more information. This is my responsibility to myself and to you."

“That’s what I thought, too.” Klein followed suit.

Portland Momont laughed heartily:

"No problem, I'll sort out some things for you when I get back."

…………

Foggy sea, on the "Golden Dream".

Gehrman Sparrow actually cared about Anderson's situation... And what was the meaning of collecting items related to "Vice Admiral of Disease"? Many pirates were crazy about chasing similar things, but they never succeeded... Danitz was full of confusion after receiving Gehrman Sparrow's information.

But no matter how confused he was, he still thanked Mr. Fool earnestly and carefully.

Then he put down his fishing rod, turned around and entered the cabin, all the way to the room where Anderson was staying.

He knocked on the door and opened it in one go. Danitz folded his arms, stood at the door, and said to Anderson who was painting:

"How is it? How is the thing in your stomach being digested?"

Anderson put down his brush, glanced at Danitz, and replied in a heavy tone:

"It can already call daddy."

"..." Danitz subconsciously took two steps back.

Anderson immediately regained his composure and said with a smile:

"Just kidding, it's not bad. Your captain has both ideas and the ability to take action. The only problem is that he fails too many times.

"Well, the contents of my stomach have been isolated. It won't have any effect on me for a long time."

He said as he rubbed his belly.

Danitz raised his eyebrows and asked curiously:

“Will it have any impact?”

Anderson looked Danitz up and down.

“You must have heard that certain extraordinary properties or potions, if in contact with objects for a long time, will penetrate into them and transform them, making them difficult to use as sealed objects. The human body is just a relatively special object.

"Sometimes, I strongly suspect that you gained your extraordinary abilities through contact with the potion rather than taking it, so that your brain was corroded."

In the past, Danitz would definitely be angry, but now, he just snorted:

"In other words, if you don't isolate yourself, you will gradually be infiltrated and transformed by the thing in your stomach, including your brain?"

Anderson was amazed:

"Very good. Keep going. Don't stop. I think you can try to advance to Sequence 6. Well, you are quite skilled at setting fires."

Danitz responded disdainfully:

"I just lack the materials."

Thinking of Gehrman Sparrow's instructions, he reluctantly asked again:

“What to do after quarantine?”

Anderson stroked the first button of his shirt and laughed:

"There are two ideas. One is to ask for help from a demigod like 'No Darkness' to extract that thing bit by bit. Your captain has acquaintances in this regard. The only problem is that when that thing is extracted, my extraordinary characteristics will most likely be extracted at the same time, causing my sequence to regress, or even become an ordinary person.

"The second idea is to find a way to get the potion formula of the Iron Knight, prepare the corresponding rituals and auxiliary materials, and see if there is a chance to actively embrace that thing and use it to become a demigod."

"That sounds very dangerous." Danitz gave a fair evaluation of the latter idea.

Anderson's smile became a little more obvious:

“It’s really dangerous, I don’t even know if it’s going to work.

"But don't you think that something so difficult and challenging is interesting? At least this is more in line with my aesthetics than the first method."

Danitz shook his head seriously and said:

“I don’t think so.”

He then asked half provocatively and half tentatively:

"Don't you have a lot of inheritance somewhere? No, property? I can help you send the ashes back."

Anderson was not angry at all, and nodded solemnly:

"You can consider eating my ashes directly then."

...Why is this guy completely immune to provocation... Danitz twitched his lips and decided to give up. He went to find the captain and asked how to get items related to Vice Admiral Disease.

…………

Late at night, at 160 Böklund Street, Klein was about to go to bed when he saw the messenger lady carrying four blond, red-eyed heads out of the void. One of them was biting a thin letter and putting it into an envelope.

"Who sent it?" Klein asked habitually and reached out to take it.

The four heads of Renette Tinicole opened their mouths one after another and said:

"Don't like..." "Nickname..." "Of..." "Sharon..."

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