Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 216 The Ambassador Disappears
"Need not."

Klein tilted his head to see the bandaged wound. He raised his shoulder slightly, which instantly pulled the wound. A piercing pain came over him, almost causing him to lose control of his expression.

"hiss-"

Klein couldn't help but take a deep breath and tried hard to endure the pain in his shoulder. He carefully lowered his shoulder, but even so, he could still feel waves of pain spreading from his shoulder to his chest, and finally transformed into large hands tightly grasping Klein's heart and pulling continuously.

"Tsk tsk," Eve shook her index finger, her tone sympathetic, "Look at how pitiful you are now."

"No matter how bad it gets, I still need to go to church tomorrow. It would be troublesome if they found out that my wound has healed." Klein tried hard not to move his injured shoulder or touch the wound.

After a burst of severe pain, the pain gradually subsided, and finally turned into an unbearable pain that continued. It was not as painful as before but equally unbearable. There was no itching but it was as if there was an itchy lump on the heart, making people want to scratch it, but they couldn't touch it because of the gap in their chest.

"Well, I hope you can sleep well tonight."

In fact, Eve had many ways to heal wounds without anyone noticing anything was wrong, and Klein knew that.

"Perhaps passing out would have the same effect." Klein said with a self-deprecating smile. He didn't dare to touch his wound again. Even his smile unconsciously became cautious, and the movement of his lips curling up was noticeably slow.

Unless you tear the wound yourself... Eve thought to herself, her hands moving non-stop, carefully cleaning the bloodstains on the ground.

The demon dog did not attack 18 Minsk Street. It was killed by Rarity in the street before the attack. The bloodstains were caused when Rarity took the demon dog's body out of the silver medal when the house was opened.

While Eve was cleaning up the blood, Rarity briefly explained to Crane the source of the blood.

After cleaning up the bloodstains, Eve casually threw the mop stained with blood into the silver plate on Ruirui's collar.

There was no obvious expression on Ruirui's cat face, but she expressed her dissatisfaction clearly and strongly. She kept wagging her tail as if her territory was invaded.

The cat always likes cleanliness, but now two dirty guys have polluted her "locker".

Perhaps to take care of the patient Klein, or perhaps on a whim, Eve once again went into the kitchen herself, simply making a simple dish of stewed potatoes, fruit salad, and oatmeal. In addition, she also prepared a boiled fish with a strong fishy smell for Ruirui.

Although Crane says he doesn't mind, Rarity insists on enjoying her fish in the kitchen.

"There's something I need to remind you of," Eve suddenly said during dinner. "If you get home 15 minutes early, you'll still need to go to the office to entertain a client, your first returning client."

Ian... Klein immediately understood what Eve meant. He was not surprised that Ian came to see him again, and he speculated that the other party might have just left MI9.

Ian might come to see him again tomorrow, but Klein wasn't concerned. With the manuscript's change of ownership, the matter was essentially over. As for the deeper espionage incident, it most likely wouldn't involve him. However, out of courtesy, Klein decided to get up early and see if he could run into his guest.

After dinner, Klein went straight to bed. He guessed that it would take him quite a while to fall asleep tonight. The reality was just as he thought. Without meditation to help him sleep, he would definitely have been sleepless all night.

The next day, the sunlight filtered through the half-closed curtains and gently fell onto the table where breakfast was placed, adding a touch of warmth and comfort to this quiet morning.

Eve wore an exquisite long dress. The goose yellow dress did not have overly complicated pleats as decoration, which made it look simple and generous. The white lace at the neckline and cuffs did not make it too monotonous. The tight corset on the upper body outlined the curve of the girl's waist.

This bright outfit was very different from the appearance of Eve that Klein had seen before, but the characteristics of a high-level witch allowed Eve to adapt to this outfit very well, as if she had really become a lively girl of 15 or 6 years old.

"you……"

Klein turned his head away, not daring to look at Him for a moment. He felt an uncontrollable sense of amazement, as if he was sucked into a whirlpool in the ocean, being dragged into the deep sea uncontrollably and without resistance.

He immediately pictured glowing spheres in his mind and used meditation to stop his slipping consciousness.

"Living with a witch is truly dangerous." Klein felt a little frightened. He took a deep breath and walked up the stairs to the kitchen, speaking cautiously in a joking tone.

"Hmm..." Eve didn't take her eyes off the newspaper. She stirred her coffee with her right hand and said calmly, "If this is considered dangerous, then you are truly ignorant of danger. An angel from the Witch Path can easily make any demigod fall hopelessly in love with them. This is not something that can be resisted by willpower."

This might involve some kind of authority... Klein thought to himself, mind or desire?
"And now, my dear Ou Doudou, you, a Sequence Seven, can even wake up through meditation. I think I've done well enough." Eve put down the newspaper, pressed it on the table with two fingers, and pushed it gently. The newspaper slid across the table. "Here is butter and coffee."

Klein entered the kitchen and took out two round loaves of rye bread from the cupboard. This was a recent addition to the food supply. Unlike the cheap rye bread Klein had eaten before, this round rye bread was more expensive than white bread and did not contain sawdust.

"Why do I feel like your diminishing presence has lessened my impact?" Klein sat down across from Eve with a piece of bread in his hand. He poured himself a cup of coffee and then buttered the bread with a butter knife. "I could still ignore you when we first met."

"The more attention I get, the less influence I have. It makes sense, doesn't it? Even if my presence is low, there will always be people who pay attention to me and can find me. I'm not planning on being invisible."

"You're right."

Klein took a bite of the bread. The buttered rye bread had a rich texture. The soft bread blended perfectly with the silky and delicate butter. The rich milky aroma and the light wheat aroma intertwined and entangled in his mouth, and he could almost hear the cheers of his taste buds.

He swallowed the food in his mouth, picked up the newspaper with one hand, and said, "I'd better work hard to get promoted."

As he spoke, he shook the newspaper, and the words on the paper appeared neatly in his sight. In the center of the newspaper, there was a bold headline - Intis Ambassador Jean Martin Baker is missing and suspected of absconding.

(End of this chapter)