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Chapter 166 The Answer Now

Chapter 166 The Answer Now

A soft female voice suddenly sounded from behind him. It was so familiar that Klein immediately knew the identity of the person behind him.

He turned his head and saw a beautiful girl in a light blue dress slowly walking towards him.

Klein glanced at the people walking on the street, clenched his cane, and said to Eve with a serious expression, "I have something to do. Let's talk about it when I get home."

Seeing Klein's serious expression, Eve tilted her head slightly, looking a little confused, but she just nodded and said, "Then let's go back."

Eve took two steps forward and walked beside Klein, walking side by side with him in silence.

The mechanical crystals whizzed past, and as the scenery outside the window continued to recede, the two people continued to get closer and closer to home.

The sound of the wheels rubbing against the tracks gradually faded, the subway began to slow down, and finally lay quietly in the subway station. Eve and Klein got off the train one after another, canceled the illusion on Klein, and returned home.

Klein immediately ran upstairs, rushed into the bedroom, and came out of the bedroom a few seconds later.

Eve stood at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes swept across the booklet in Klein's hand, and a hint of understanding flashed in her eyes.

Klein held the booklet in front of Eve and asked, "Do you know this booklet?"

"Of course," Eve nodded and said, "I was also quite surprised when I first heard about it. It seems that this publicity strategy is very successful."

Klein suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He immediately wanted to explain, but he found that Eve was just giving an objective evaluation. There was no joking in her tone or expression. If he explained, he would seem guilty.

He hesitated for two seconds and then slowly closed his mouth.

"I didn't expect you to get it after only two days in Backlund. You're really lucky." Eve took the booklet from Klein's hand, flipped it open, and slowly scanned the pages. "This method of publicity is very slow and risky, but there is no other way. After years of hard work, we have achieved considerable results."

"Is there no other way?" Klein frowned and asked distressedly. This method was indeed inefficient and risky.

"In the past, people from the Southern Continent published a newspaper in the Northern Continent," Eve looked up at Klein, slowly closed the book, and said, "As a result, the founder of the newspaper was forced to commit suicide, and the newspaper was taken over by the government."

Klein was silent.

Eve retracted her gaze and held the booklet in front of Klein. She pressed the corner of the book against his forehead and applied a little force, leaving a red mark on Klein's forehead.

The sudden pressure on his forehead brought Klein back to his senses. He lowered his head and looked at Eve in confusion.

"If you don't report them, they will find you again," Eve tapped the cover of the book with her fingers and said gently, "Maybe it will be a month, maybe two months, or maybe even longer."

Klein's breathing stagnated. He felt as if the air was squeezing his chest and pressing on his heart. He raised his eyes and stared at the book in a daze.

The shy girl in the goose yellow dress on the cover seemed to be looking at him, her bright eyes and rosy cheeks making her look even more youthful and beautiful.

In a trance, Klein seemed to see those black and white photos, those children with lifeless eyes in their parents' arms. If there were no war and poverty, they would probably look like this.

He raised his hands stiffly and placed them on Eve's hands. Under His gaze, he moved down, grasped the book, and took it from the girl's hands.

"Put it away," Eve said with a chuckle, "it will be troublesome if someone sees it."

Klein pursed his lips, nodded, and returned to the bedroom in silence.

Eve watched Klein go upstairs until the door closed gently, completely blocking Klein's figure, and then she withdrew her gaze.

He reached out and grabbed the handrail of the stairs, leaned forward and pressed on the railing, lowered his head, and stared at the steps with his sea-blue eyes wandering.

When Klein left the bedroom, he saw Eve hanging on the stair railing, but he didn't want to pay attention to it at this moment. He had some questions he wanted to ask Eve.

But before he could say anything, the girl stood up straight and said with a smile: "Are we going to Rhodes Islands now?"

"No."

It was already evening outside, earlier than Klein and Eve usually went.

Klein firmly rejected the proposal. He wanted to get an answer first.

"I have a question for you."

Klein looked at Eve with sharp eyes and a serious expression, then quickly walked downstairs and came to Eve.

"Go ahead." Eve made a "please" gesture, signaling Klein to speak.

Klein took a deep breath and calmed himself. His expression and tone were unusually serious and nervous. "There is an extraordinary power in this world. Is the top existence of that extraordinary power involved?"

"You know it in your heart, right?" Eve curled her lips, pointed her finger at Klein's chest, and said in a deep voice, "The gods will definitely not object to this matter, and for humans, if the gods do not object, it means they acquiesce."

"Then you and the goddess..."

Klein still remembered that Eve had a good relationship with the goddess.

"He doesn't care about Dark Night," Eve replied, "He doesn't care about Rune's behavior, nor does he care about the behavior of the Southern Continent."

"If He had a considerable number of believers in the Southern Continent, He might care, but the reality is that He doesn't. Although Rune has been committed to spreading the faith of night and storm to the Southern Continent, the people of the Southern Continent have always rejected foreign religions."

I don't care… Klein lowered his eyes, feeling complicated. Although it was not the answer he wanted, it was not the worst either.

"It is extremely foolish to demand of God the same moral standards as humans." Eve retracted her hand and gently stroked the wrinkles on Klein's chest that she had poked.

"and you..."

"Me?" Eve said with a smile, "I am full of humanity."

Klein was silent for a while, then asked, "Will one's humanity be diminished after becoming a god?"

"Um."

"Then will you become a god?" Klein asked carefully, his tone mixed with nervousness and worry.

Eve raised her head with a normal expression and looked into Klein's brown eyes. She smiled and asked, "Don't you want me to become a god?"

Klein lowered his gaze and stared into Eve's deep ocean-blue eyes. Her expression was the same as usual, gentle and beautiful, making it impossible for Klein to tell what she was really thinking.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Do you want to become a god?" Klein moved his lips a few times. He didn't know how to answer, so he could only throw the question back.

"I didn't want to before." Eve retracted her hand and took a step back.

"And now?"

"Now..."

Klein kept his eyes on Eve, trying to capture her every expression, but she just smiled faintly, looking no different from usual.

"think."

He replied.

Whether from Eve's perspective or the perspective of the gods, it is more beneficial for him to become a god.

And for the sake of the Southern Continent, He not only has to become a god, but also one of the Old Ones.

Old days...

He thought of Mikhail and Medici...

The original consciousness of the Fifth Age was already very weak, and becoming an Old One was much safer than in the Third Age.

As for Medici, that guy has always been targeting the old times. Since he did not have much ambition, and because he learned from Mikhail's previous experience and did not want to become an enemy of Medici, he did not have the idea of becoming the old times.

But now, if Medici was still alive, He would have to become a "witch" or even a dual-path true God before reuniting with Medici.

Eve sighed silently in her heart and looked up at Klein.

"Do you want to become a god?" Eve asked back with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

Klein was stunned for a moment, then pointed at himself blankly, "Me?"

Eve nodded, "Is there anyone else here?"

"I… am only Sequence Seven…" Klein was speechless. It was good enough for him to become an angel. A true God was simply out of reach.

"So, do you want to?" Eve continued to ask.

"No," Klein was stunned for a moment, thought seriously for two seconds, and answered without hesitation, "I will be satisfied if I can become an angel. I have powerful strength, a long life, and I can still maintain my humanity."

"If possible, I hope to become an angel king like you, and be very powerful among angels."

Eve looked at Klein deeply, with a complex look in her eyes that Klein could not understand. She chuckled, and this time Klein caught the emotions contained in Eve's tone: relief, bitterness, regret... It was very complicated, making Klein wonder if he had made a mistake.

"Remember your answer now."

Eve suddenly approached Klein and stared into his eyes with sharp eyes.

Klein subconsciously took a step back and stared at Eve in a daze, but in an instant he realized that he must have entered a plan related to the gods and was an important existence.

The moment the soles of his shoes touched the ground, Klein immediately retracted his feet, stood up straight, and solemnly promised, "I will."

(End of this chapter)Chapter 167 Forget

Chapter 167 Forget

Eve curled her lips and said nothing.

"He" placed his hand on Klein's shoulder, and in an instant, the colors of the world became richer, like an oil painting.

"Let's go."

Before Klein could react, he felt a thick color suddenly appear in front of him and was pulled into the spirit world by Eve.

It was obvious that Eve wanted to stop the current topic.

Klein's gaze lingered on Eve for a few seconds, and he quietly walked through the spirit world with Eve pinching his shoulders.

In a flash, the two appeared at the place where they separated from the brunette yesterday.

In the quiet night, the remote and desolate place seemed a little eerie, and the crimson moonlight flowing in the night became the only light.

The charming brunette was still wearing the thin long skirt she wore yesterday, with only an old coat over it. She stood nervously in the open space, looking around from time to time.

"Master! Miss!"

The black-haired girl noticed Eve and Klein, and immediately a flattering smile appeared on her face, and she quickly ran towards the two of them.

The girl took out the envelope hidden in her coat and reluctantly handed it to Klein. The envelope was bulging with banknotes. This was the first time she had seen so much money. She couldn't help but squeeze it when she hid it in her arms.

When she hid the envelope full of gold pounds in her arms, she wanted to run away with the money many times, but she managed to suppress her desire several times.

The black-haired girl pulled her coat closer. The thin coat could not protect her from the cold night wind. She just wanted to look decent in front of the two men.

The girl looked up and saw Klein take out ten pounds from an envelope and handed it to her. She hesitated for two seconds, then extended her hand and retracted it several times, still hesitant.

Klein frowned slightly.

The black-haired girl's heart skipped a beat when she saw Klein frowning. She immediately lowered her head and dared not look directly at Klein. She stretched out her hand tremblingly to take the ten pounds.

"Are you having trouble?" Klein suddenly asked.

The black-haired girl froze in her tracks, with her hand suspended in mid-air. After she came to her senses, she didn't know whether to withdraw her hand or continue to take the reward. Either way made her feel extremely embarrassed, and she could only keep her hand outstretched.

Eve's eyes swept over the girl, and she took two steps forward, took the ten-pound note from Klein's hand, and stuffed it into the black-haired girl's hand.

He half-hugged the black-haired girl and said softly, "Don't worry. If you have any difficulties, you can tell us."

Eve's current appearance is gentle and non-aggressive, making it easier for her to gain other people's trust.

"I..."

The brunette pursed her lips, held the green note in both hands, stammered, lowered her head, and stared at the ten pounds.

Her fingers kept sweeping across the wrinkles on the banknotes, as if she wanted to make them as good as new, and her feet unconsciously moved closer, with her toes together.

"I...I want to borrow five pounds..." The girl hesitated, as if she felt that the request was too much, or perhaps she was worried that the two would not lend it to her. The girl immediately added: "I will pay it back, the principal and interest. I will definitely pay off the debt within a year, no, half a year. Please, kind sir and lady."

The brunette's eyes were filled with pleading, and her tone was sincere and earnest.

Five pounds, plus the ten pounds, is fifteen pounds, which is a huge sum of money. You have to know that when Klein first came to this world, all the savings of the Moretti family added up to less than one pound.

"Okay, but you have to tell us why we need these five pounds," Klein said.

"I...I need some identification..." the brunette said hesitantly, dropping her eyes.

Identification... Klein frowned, and roughly guessed the situation of the black-haired girl.

Normally, it doesn't cost so much to apply for an identity certificate. The black-haired girl probably wanted to hide her identity and was looking for an informal channel.

"If it's just an ID, we can help you with it. You don't need to pay for it." Klein thought for a few seconds, looked up at the black-haired girl, and said seriously, "I think as your client, we should have the right to know your basic information."

Klein needs to be responsible for his actions. He needs to know the true situation of the black-haired girl to avoid doing something bad with good intentions.

"Of course, thank you very much, kind sir and lady!" The black-haired girl replied immediately, extremely grateful for Klein and Eve's help.

"You don't have to call me Master. My name is German Sparrow," Klein corrected. He had long been dissatisfied with this title. The black-haired girl called him "Master" and Eve "Miss", which always made Klein feel strange, as if the two had become father and daughter.

"You can call me Mirella." Eve took a half step back, withdrew her hand from the girl, and said with a smile.

"Well, thank you very much, Mr. Sparrow, Miss Mirella."

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The brunette stood up straight, holding her coat with both hands, and looked down, "My name is Lisandra, but I don't remember my last name."

After saying that, Lisandra raised her eyes slightly and looked at the two people in front of her. Noticing their frowns, she lowered her head again and explained bitterly, "I was kidnapped by a man when I was very young. That man asked me to call him father, pretending to be my adoptive father, and finally sold me to..."

Her voice was a little whimpering, and she didn't continue talking. She touched her neck with empty eyes, and her white hands gradually slid down, and in the end she just tightly grasped her coat.

Eve and Klein looked at her in silence. Although she didn't finish her words, they both guessed what the girl had been through.

"I don't know when I was sold there. I was very young at the time and couldn't remember my age. After he abducted me, I couldn't remember my age even more. But I still remember that the woman who bought me disliked me because I was too young, but she bought me anyway. I also forgot my last name. I suspect that this name is not my original name, but who knows."

"After she bought me, I was forced to take some drugs. After taking those drugs, my body began to develop..."

Lisandra pursed her lips tightly, trying not to cry. She didn't want to express negative emotions to the two benefactors who had done her good, but she couldn't help it. These things she didn't want to mention, she thought she would never be able to say them, but now she found that they were like a flood, blocked by the dam, but once a gap appeared, the flood would burst out.

The grievance and resentment in her heart almost made her lose her mind.

"Then I escaped from there," Lisandra sniffed and said quickly. She didn't want to continue to express these negative emotions to her benefactor. "Because I didn't have an ID, I couldn't leave here and couldn't find a job. Later, I found someone who could make a fake ID. He said he could help me with the ID for only eight pounds, but I didn't have that much money and I didn't have a job, so I could only work as a street girl."

"Later, I saved up eight pounds and went to him. He took my money but didn't help me get an ID. He told me that I needed fifteen pounds more. Eight pounds was just the cost of getting an ID. There were many connections involved in getting an ID, so extra charges were required. Fifteen pounds was just the minimum fee."

Eve took two steps forward and pulled Lisandra into her arms again, stroking the girl's back and soothing her.

Klein symbolically flicked the gold coin to verify the truth of the woman's words. After confirming that everything Lisandra said was true, he said, "I understand."

"We will process your identity certificate, at the same place and time tomorrow night."

(End of this chapter)Chapter 168 Letter

Chapter 168 Letter

"Thank you! Thank you very much!"

Lisandra covered her mouth and whimpered in thanks.

"Storm above, you are simply the kindest Mr. and Miss in the world!"

A follower of the Lord of Storms? Eve thought silently in her heart.

"How much do you remember about your parents?" Eve asked. "Perhaps we can help you find them."

Lisandra pursed her lips, shook her head slightly, and said softly,

"I... I only remember that when I was a child, I lived in a large manor. There was a church near the manor."

This description is too broad... Klein frowned and asked, "Anything else?"

Hermann's appearance was rather grim, and when he asked questions with a serious expression he always gave people a sense of oppression as if they were being interrogated.

"No more," Lisandra whispered, apologetically, "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for," Eve waved her hand, reached out and stroked the girl's cheek, and said with a smile, "We'll keep an eye on it for you. Okay, go back and have a rest, good girl."

"Okay, okay." Lisandra paused and took two steps back stiffly, her eyes wandering and she didn't dare to look at Eve.

"See you tomorrow." Eve waved and said goodbye to Lisandra.

After watching Lisandra leave, Klein turned to look at Eve and said, "You should be able to know the location of her parents."

"Yes," Eve nodded and said, "In West Balam."

"West Balam…"

Klein felt a bit of a headache. He had originally thought that sending the person to where his parents were would be the most he could do. However, if it was West Balam, he would need to reconsider.

West Balam has been in chaos, not only due to the war between Intis and Loen, but also the wars between the many local tribes.

"Let her choose." Eve said with a smile. After all, this is her business. If she has to face great risks, it should be her own choice whether to bear these risks.

Klein nodded. He indeed had such an idea.

Eve put her hand on Klein's shoulder and took him back to Backlund's house in an instant.

The living room was in darkness. Even the faint moonlight was blocked out by the dark curtains. A pair of brown eyes floated in the air, watching them quietly.

Damn it!

The moment he saw the eyes, Klein's heart skipped a beat, thinking that a strange spirit had entered the house.

Eve noticed Klein's abnormality, and she noticed those eyes at the first moment.

"Good night, Zhou Mingrui."

Eve patted Klein's shoulder, chuckled, turned around, picked up the black cat lying on the table, and went up the stairs.

The Witch Path begins to enhance night vision at Sequence 9. Although Ruirui has perfectly integrated with the night, it is still far from enough to avoid the night vision ability of the Angel King level.

"Meow~"

As she passed by Klein, Rarity called out softly and looked at him with disdain.

"Um...goodnight."

Klein looked into Ruirui's eyes, still unable to separate her from the thick darkness. Ruirui was not wearing a collar, and her jet-black fur was like a natural invisibility cloak.

Uh... I actually saw disgust in a cat's eyes. No, that's not right. You can't treat Ruirui the same way as an ordinary cat. She is very smart, probably smarter than Leonard.

Klein watched Eve go upstairs and into the room, and in the end he felt that it was a wise decision for Eve to put a collar on Ruirui.

Eve carried Ruirui back to the room and put her on the bed. Ruirui shook her body, lifted the quilt with her head, and quickly got in.

"Good night, meow~"

the next day

Clay still got up earlier than Eve. After eating his breakfast slowly, he went to work. Before leaving, he took a special look at the mailbox.

Two hours after Klein left, Eve also got up.

He walked straight to the mailbox, took out the newspaper he had ordered, turned around and went to the dining table to eat while reading.

Suddenly, Eve had an inspiration. She looked up at her room upstairs, glanced casually, and continued to enjoy her breakfast.

After finishing breakfast, Eve wiped her hands, stood up and returned to the room. The first thing she saw when she opened the door was the envelope lying quietly on the desk.

Eve took two steps forward, picked up the envelope, tapped Ruirui on the head twice, and said, "Your letter."

Rarity reluctantly raised her head, closed her eyes, licked her paw, and said, "Open it."

"You look so leisurely, Miss Rarity." Eve said with a smile, but she still took the knife in her hand, opened the envelope and placed it in front of Rarity.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Dear Ms. Rui Rui:

Hello.

Thank you again for your help. Xio and I are doing fine now. I recently heard some interesting rumors about the Abraham family in the Fourth Age. I thought you might be interested in them.

Ruirui continued to look down, and the rest was just daily routine.

"It's a letter from Fors Wall. She should be asking about the Abraham family," Ruirui said with a bit of disgust in her tone, "It's really poor."

Eve raised her eyebrows, and with a bit of a show-watching mood, she said with a smile, "Do you want to reply?"

"Reply," Ruirui slapped her cat paw on the letter paper, "Please help me write it."

Eve turned around and pulled out a piece of white paper, then sat properly on the wooden chair, looking like a good student.

"Dear Miss Forth Wall," Rarity continued to lie on the bed without moving, and said, "Although you have tried your best, I still want to say that your cover-up is really poor."

"Wow, don't you have some face?" Eve said, but wrote it down on the letter paper word for word.

Ruirui rolled her eyes and continued, "If you want to know about the Abraham family or even want to find the Abraham family, just write me a letter and ask me. I will answer your questions."

"Also, this letter was written by my master. Perhaps you will be satisfied with the handwriting this time."

"Okay." Eve stuffed the letter into the envelope, held it between two fingers, twisted her wrist, and threw it towards the mirror on the table. The envelope immediately rushed towards the mirror like a blade.

brush--

The mirror surface rippled like a stone falling into water, engulfing the snow-white envelope.

On the other side, Fors sat nervously beside the cabinet, staring at the cabinet door.

Suddenly, Fors had an idea and quickly opened the cabinet door, and saw the envelope next to the mirror.

envelope?

Forsythe thought of the last letter Rarity sent him, and felt somewhat confused.

Could it be that I just happened to meet Ruirui's master... Fors' heart skipped a beat, and she had a bad feeling, but she still laughed it off to comfort herself, "It can't be such a coincidence. Even if I really did meet her, would that high-level being write a letter for a mere Sequence Nine like me? It's impossible."

(End of this chapter)Chapter 169 Press Club

Chapter 169: Press Club

With a strange feeling, Fors reached out and took out the mirror and envelope.

The envelope was not sealed with wax, so Fors didn't need to look for a knife. She simply opened the envelope and took out the letter.

As soon as her eyes fell on the handwriting, Fors felt her mind go blank.

Such beautiful handwriting definitely wasn't written by Ruirui!

Suddenly, Fors's thoughts were like summer mosquitoes, flying around in a mess and buzzing in an annoying way.

At one moment, she thought that she might be able to find a big supporter and directly find the Abraham Family to solve her Full Moon mumbling problem. At another moment, she thought that she might be dragged into a high-sequence battle and thrown away as an insignificant chess piece.

The imagination of professional writers became more active than ever at this moment. Fors felt that if his imagination could be maintained at the current level, as long as he did not slack off, he could complete the new work within a month.

But this is impossible, both to maintain the current high level of imagination and to avoid being lazy.

Fors took a few deep breaths in her heart, trying to calm herself down, and nervously shifted her gaze to the paper.

"Although you have tried your best, I still want to say that your cover-up is really poor. If you want to know about the Abraham family or even want to find the Abraham family, please write me a new letter and ask me. I will answer your questions."

Seeing this, Fors felt somewhat regretful for trying to extract information from the High-Sequence Expert. Although the other party was just a cat, it was still a High-Sequence Expert.

My little thoughts were seen through at a glance.

"Also, this letter was written by my master. Perhaps you will be satisfied with the handwriting this time."

As expected! No, that's not right. How did Miss Ruirui know that I thought her handwriting was ugly? I clearly never said that!

Although she was confused, Fors did not dwell on this issue. The most important thing at the moment was to write back to Miss Ruirui and apologize to her.

With this in mind, Fors burst out with rare energy and immediately rushed back to her room to start writing a letter.

Minsk Street, Cherwood District, Backlund

After delivering the letter, Eve stood up, stretched out her body out of habit, and asked, "Do you want to go out with me?"

"No," Rarity lay on the bed without moving, "I'm going to take a nap, and she should reply soon."

"So lazy." Eve clicked her tongue twice and pretended to be disgusted.

Ruirui was already used to disliking Eve, so without even opening her eyes, she said, "I can't compare to you."

Eve didn't care. She picked up the dark gray women's bowler hat on the coat rack and casually put it on her head, making her already messy hair even more messy. A few strands of hair were hanging on the brim of the hat, but the messy hairstyle did not affect her beauty. It even added a bit of messy beauty.

After randomly grabbing her hair a few times, Eve carried her handbag and walked out the door, taking a public carriage to the Backlund Press Club.

The Backlund Journalists Club, as the name suggests, is a club established for journalists. Here, journalists learn writing, photography and other skills, and can also exchange information. However, few journalists will reveal news information to other journalists. Generally, they exchange experiences and expand their network.

Many Backlund journalists have joined this club, in addition to some photography enthusiasts and those who intend to become journalists.

"Hi Ms. Eve, it's a pleasant surprise to have you at the club."

As Eve entered the door, she heard the enthusiastic voice of the receptionist, Ella.

"Good morning, Miss Ella. I don't think my frequency of appearing in the club is so low." Eve replied with a smile.

"No, dear, even if I see you every day, it's still a pleasant surprise to see you. It has nothing to do with frequency." Ella's face was filled with joy. She stood on tiptoe and raised her heels, which made her taller instantly so that she could look at Eve in high heels. "I think anyone who has seen you would feel the same way. Well, no, it should be people who notice you."

"Miss Eve has such a beautiful face but she always fails to attract other people's attention. This is not scientific at all." Ella muttered, seeming to feel extremely sorry about this matter.

But this is very mystical... Eve thought silently in her heart and said, "Maybe this is also a kind of luck."

"Hmm... I am so lucky that I cannot understand it." Ella held her face in her hands and said with longing, "If I had half the beauty of Miss Eve, I would definitely wear my most beautiful dress and walk all over Backlund on my feet."

Ella has ordinary facial features and some freckles on her face, but her face is well-balanced and her looks are gentle, with a youthful exuberance of a girl. Although she is not stunning, she is very attractive.

"Then you must prepare a pair of excellent shoes, otherwise you will get blisters on your feet after walking." Eve agreed with a smile.

"Yes..." Ella thought seriously, and suddenly seemed to have thought of something. Her expression changed, and she bent down and took out a file bag from the counter, saying, "Too bad, I almost forgot that this is what Mr. Mellis gave to Miss Eve."

"Oh, thank you," Eve took the file bag and thanked him, "It seems I need a separate room, thank you."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"My pleasure."

Ella came out from behind the counter, trotted over to Eve, and led her to a separate room.

After saying goodbye to Ella, Eve sat on the sofa closest to her and opened the file bag.

The file bag was not thick and there was not much in it, just a few pieces of information.

Eve pulled out the information one by one in order. The first piece of information was printed with a portrait of a lady with soft features. The lady was very beautiful, with a gentle appearance but a special kind of temptation. Even through the photo, one could feel her charm.

Eve looked at the girl in the photo and tapped twice on the name "Triss Chick" next to the photo with a smile in her eyes.

Chike's resurrection move... Chike's condition has not improved, and this time he couldn't even keep an eye on his resurrection move...

Eve casually glanced at the information and, as expected, there was very little information about this lady named Triss.

Of course not, after all, she was a man before... Eve had no doubt about Triss's previous gender. Didn't He know what Chick was like? He was dedicated to turning men into witches and hunting down female witches.

In addition to the sequence dispute, Chick's hostility towards Eve is also due to Eve's identity as a female witch.

(End of this chapter)Chapter 170 Predetermined Members

Chapter 170 Predetermined Members

Eve stuffed Triss's information back into the file bag and pulled out the subsequent information.

The subsequent information is a handwritten version of the correspondence between Melis and Prince Edsak's butler and head maid.

He truly deserves to be the best reporter of the Backlund Daily, with enviable connections and ability to take action.

Eve took a quick glance and from the content of the communication, it seemed that both the butler and the head maid had complicated feelings towards Triss.

They were happy that the prince had someone he loved, but they were also worried about their future. What worried them even more was Triss's attitude towards Prince Edessak.

As for whether they could be interviewed and made public, they both said they needed to wait for a while and they would ask Prince Edsak and Miss Triss.

As expected... Eve stuffed the information back and thought to herself.

The Gnosis Society is also looking for Triss, and they will definitely not remain indifferent after the news about Triss is exposed.

The mausoleum will be repaired soon, and the Loen royal family and Chick should start trading after the mausoleum is completed. Eve needs to find Him after the Gnosis obtains the characteristics and before Chick uses them.

The sharp corners of the file bag hit her palm again and again. Eve's eyes flashed with deep thought, and she casually placed the file bag on the table.

Minsk Street, Cherwood District, Backlund

Rarity picked up the letter with her mouth and gently placed it on the desk.

Perhaps thinking that the recipient was still Eve, Fors solemnly put the paper into the envelope, sealed it with wax, and even put a stamp on it.

His attitude was very sincere, but it brought Ruirui a lot of trouble.

The black furry cat's paw penetrated the drawer handle and pulled it hard, opening the drawer. The little head stuck in and picked up the letter opener with its mouth.

Ruirui placed the knife on the table, picked it up sideways, stared at the seal of the envelope with her brown cat eyes, and pressed the envelope with one hand to prevent it from slipping.

She slowly and carefully inserted the blade into the seal of the envelope, and with a forceful stroke, an arc was cut on the seal of the envelope with a sound of "scratch".

Ruirui put the knife back into the drawer, stretched out her trimmed nails, propped open the envelope, flipped her two claws, turned the envelope seal downwards, and the letter fell out.

She continued to unfold the letter with her soft nails until the entire sheet of paper was spread out in front of her.

"Dear Miss Ruirui:

Hello!

Please allow me to solemnly apologize to you here. I am extremely sorry for my recklessness and ignorance... For some reasons, I need to find the Abraham family...

As for the interesting rumors I mentioned, does Miss Ruirui know about the full moon whispers of the Abraham family? The rumors I know are related to the full moon whispers of the Abraham family, and the reason why I am looking for the Abraham family is also related to this...

Finally, I greet you and your great and respected host. "

Ruirui stared at the neat handwriting on the letter with her brown cat eyes and fell into deep thought.

She could probably guess that Fors Wall himself or someone closely related to him was troubled by the Full Moon Whispering and wanted to find the Abraham family to eliminate the Full Moon Whispering.

It's just a pity that her understanding of the Abraham Family is limited, and she didn't know that the Abraham Family also had no solution.

I don't know where she got the news from... Ruirui thought secretly in her heart and felt it necessary to find out.

She glanced at the letter, thinking about the content of her reply, pondered for two seconds, and suddenly made a "tsk" sound.

The more Rui Rui thought about it, the more she felt she was at a loss. The benefits that Sequence Nine could bring were very little, not to mention that she only asked these two Sequence Nines to do three things. As a result, before she even released the task, they came to her to ask for knowledge.

This made Ruirui feel like a big grudge.

"What's wrong?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from outside the door. Ruirui looked back and saw the door handle turned twice. The door was opened inward and Eve appeared in the room.

"You're back so soon," Ruirui turned her head and focused her eyes on the letter in front of her, "Come and help me write the letter."

After submitting press releases, Eve would spend a short time at the Backlund Press Club. This was a habit for many Backlund reporters.

"Sometimes it's hard to tell who is the master." Eve complained casually, but her body had already sat down at the desk and took out the letter paper.

"Please help Fors tell her that if she is looking for the Abraham family to solve the Full Moon Whispering, then she can give up because the Abraham family doesn't have a solution either. Then ask her about the source of the information about the Abraham family."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Ah, I know about this question." Eve poked her cheek with the pen cap in her hand and said with a smile, "The source of the information is related to me. To be more precise, the source of Fors's source is me."

Ruirui paused and asked speechlessly, "What do you want to do? She is just a Sequence Nine."

"Is my image so bad in your mind?" Eve had a bit of grievance on her face, but that grievance was extremely fake, and visibly perfunctory, but with that extremely beautiful face, she looked quite pitiful.

Ruirui silently took two steps back, and disgust was very obvious on the dark face of the cat, whose mouth could not even be seen.

Eve put away the false grievance on her face, smiled slightly, turned around, and the golden pen tip moved across the snow-white letter paper, leaving ink-colored words, and the ink marks formed beautiful fonts.

He lowered his head, and his long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, scattered on his chest and back, vaguely revealing his snow-white neck.

"Fors Wall is only a Sequence Nine right now, but if she can establish a relationship with the Abraham family, we can consider bringing her into the Tarot Club." Eve said as she wrote the letter, "There are too few people in the Tarot Club right now, only five in total. This number is completely inadequate for the club to transform into an organization."

"Moreover, the current Tarot Club is more of a trade fair, so the requirements for the initial members are quite different from those of the organization. The Sequence cannot be too high, and there must be sufficient trading resources. If Fors can get in touch with the Abraham family, then he can get enough trading resources, and The Fool can also use this to get in touch with Abraham."

"Also, I have another guess." Eve continued writing the letter without even raising her head.

"What guess?" Ruirui asked puzzledly.

"The Sefirah Castle might be able to block Bethel's cries," Eve explained, "We can use Fors to do experiments."

(End of this chapter)