The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

She turned on her spiritual vision and silently observed the aura of the spiritual creature opposite her.

It’s better not to watch.

As soon as I saw it, I felt like my eyes were bursting.

Klein was so frightened that he quickly looked away.

"Mythical creature, angel level!" Klein was secretly delighted.

Thighs.

He even deliberately found a bodyguard.

Mr. Jon, you are so gentle.

Unexpectedly, Renette hadn't finished her words yet.

"Jon said... to protect you... one hundred gold coins a day..."

Klein: ???

Jon, you old thief!

You tricked me again!

Chapter 457 The coffin board can no longer hold it down

How many pounds are one hundred gold coins worth?

Klein couldn't figure it out.

But he knew there must be a lot.

This is not finding a strong support at all, it is clearly a money-eating beast thrown to her!

Moreover, it has four mouths.

“Ma’am…” Klein chose his words carefully. “To be honest, I don’t have that much money.”

Unexpectedly, Reinette Tilcott seemed to have guessed what Klein would say, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay... You... can... owe it to me first..."

Klein: ???

do not know why.

I feel like I've heard this line of speech more than once.

After thinking for a moment, she nodded, "I understand. I'll trouble you during this time."

Money is good, life is more precious.

Although Jon also said that Amon didn't dare to cause any trouble in Backlund.

But we should always be afraid of the "what if".

What if I'm unlucky enough to meet Amon, and Jon, Mr. Azik and the others aren't around?

One more helper means one more boost.

Thinking of this, she looked at Renette Tilcott and asked patiently, "So, are you going to stay with me all the time?"

Upon hearing this, Renette Tilcott's four heads shook left and right at the same time, "Let's... sign... a contract... ah..."

The fourth head didn't get the chance to speak this time and could only utter a meaningless "ah".

Klein controlled his facial expression and readily agreed, "Okay."

The contract was in duplicate, which was quite fair and just.

The pen was put to paper, the contract was concluded, and Mr. Fool's creditor was happy.

After the negotiation, Renette Tilcott cleared the space and returned to the spirit world, leaving Klein alone in the room.

She sighed and gently pinched her eyebrows.

He turned his head and looked at the exquisite calendar hanging on the wall.

It's the end of the month now, and 'that day' is getting closer and closer.

……

……

the other side.

Emlyn finally returned to his house.

As soon as he entered the door, he rushed into the collection room impatiently.

"Alice! Dona! Bell! I'm back!"

With no outsiders present, Emlyn completely returned to his true nature, looking like a happy husky.

The dolls still sit quietly in the display case.

Under the moonlight, those delicate little faces even had a hint of enchanting beauty.

Emlyn was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes.

God knows how he managed to get through these days.

Taking a deep breath, Emlyn seemed to be feeling the breath of the puppet.

Then, he took out the minifigure that almost killed him from his pocket and solemnly introduced it to the other dolls, "Ladies, this is our new partner. I decided to name her, Miss Fufu."

Of course, there won't be any response here.

But Emlyn didn't care and was still immersed in his own world.

After being intoxicated for a while, he put "Miss Fu Fu" into a special display case and walked out reluctantly.

Although he was reluctant, he had other things to do.

Emlyn walked through several streets with ease and arrived at a private clinic.

This 'White Clinic' is well-known in the neighborhood for its various high-quality medicines and unique bloodletting therapy. Residents living nearby will choose to come here to relieve their headaches or fevers.

Ok……

Bloodletting therapy.

There is no doubt that this is the blood clan's industry.

In fact, there are many vampires hiding in human society who will actively apply to be doctors or open private clinics.

It doesn't matter whether you make money or not. The main thing is to collect blood in a reasonable way and provide it for consumption.

There were few people in the clinic at night, and Emlyn found his father easily.

Mr. White was so excited to see his son that he said in great surprise, "Ancestor, your mother and I are still discussing whether to hire a private detective to look for you. Emlyn, where have you been these days?"

Hearing this, Emlin blushed a little and said vaguely: "A friend from another province invited me..."

what?

Imprisoned in Harvest Church?

Who.

Don't talk nonsense.

That's not true!

Mr. White saw something, but he didn't expose Emlyn. He just patted his son on the shoulder and said, "Anyway, it's good that you're back."

Changing the subject, "Come on, come home with me. Your mother hasn't been sleeping well lately."

Vampires do not need to rely on sleep to restore their energy, but in order to keep pace with humans, once night falls, if there are no other activities, a large number of vampires will choose to close their eyes and rest until the sun rises.

Emlyn also missed his mother.

However, he rejected the proposal and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about this... Father, I want to see the Marquis."

Mr. White was shocked when he heard this.

Today, the blood clan is led by three dukes, and the leader of the Backlund blood clan is Marquis Nebais Odra.

He was a powerful vampire who was active in the Fourth Era. His long life continued to this day, so he had to sleep in a coffin on weekdays. No outsiders were allowed to see him without a summons.

Now that his silly son asked to see the Marquis, how could Mr. White remain calm?

"A lot of things happened that I don't understand." Emlyn smiled bitterly. "Anyway, I was entrusted by an angel to pass on a letter."

"Angel?!" Mr. White's tone suddenly rose.

Those who can be called "Angels" are at least Sequence 2.

And Sequence 2 can already be crowned as a duke in the vampire clan.

Fearing that his silly son might make a mistake, Mr. White quickly asked, "Emlyn, are you serious? Are you kidding?"

"Father, how dare I joke about such a thing." Emlyn understood his father's feelings very well.

If he were in this situation, he would be cautious.

After getting a positive answer, Mr. White could no longer sit still.

He walked back and forth in the office, and after every walk he would look at his silly son, the worry on his face evident.

Not only that, he was also muttering to himself.

"Woe to you, woe to you."

"We shouldn't have allowed him to develop those hobbies."

"It's okay now, it's all because of those puppets!"

The mentality of this "Potions Professor" now is very similar to that of those parents who blame their children's poor academic performance on TV, games, and short videos.

Mr. White thought that if his son was like other vampires and often went out to socialize, how could he have encountered such a terrible thing that could easily lead to his being torn to pieces and killed.

"Father, please stop turning. I feel dizzy." The arrogant Emlyn obviously did not think that delivering the letter was that difficult.

In fact, he had long wanted to meet Marquis Nibais.

This time is just an opportunity.

A haughty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I couldn't help but imagine the scene when the Marquis saw him.

As long as I get the appreciation of that master, it will no longer be a problem to advance in rank, and I won’t even have to save money to buy a doll...

There is no doubt that Emlyn has entered 'Fantasy Time'.

After thinking it over and over again without any good solution, Mr. White finally sighed and decided to report the truth.

The blood clan is relatively united, and it is almost impossible to conceal such a big thing.

In this case, it is better to let the top management make the decision.

only……

Look at your silly son.

Mr. White had mixed feelings.

"Isn't it a bit late to have another child?"

"No, no, Emlyn is a good boy, how can we give up on him!"

"Hey, let's take it one step at a time."

Emlyn had no idea of ​​his biological father's psychological activities.

However, after the news spread, he soon met the envoy sent by Marquis Nibais.

The messenger was brief and to the point, saying that the Marquis had learned of the news and decided to personally discuss the details of what had happened with Emlyn.

Emlyn put his clothes in order and walked out of the clinic under his father's extremely worried eyes. He followed the messenger through several specific secret doors and came to the secret building where Marquis Nibais lived.

When the time came, Emlyn felt a little nervous.

Following the stairs to the underground area, he walked into a gray hall he had never been to before.

In the center of the hall stood an iron-black coffin, with many mysterious magical symbols engraved on the coffin lid.