The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

Klein felt relieved and secretly blamed himself for being too neurotic.

Benson also has his own life.

Not everyone approaches 'Morretti' with bad intentions.

Melissa will also fall in love in the future.

Do I have to tell fortunes again at that time?

Klein scratched his brow.

That kind of situation really happened.

He probably couldn't help himself...

"Go to sleep. I have to go to Dr. Frank's place to see the new weapons tomorrow." Klein muttered to himself and lay down.

He really doesn't need to sleep or eat to maintain his physiological functions.

But, do you understand human nature?

This is to ensure the stability of human nature.

With the blessing of the night, Klein fell into a deep sleep.

But this time.

He was dreaming.

In the dream, Benson was half-kneeling in front of him, covered in blood. He looked up with empty eyes and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

Melissa's body lay on the other side, crawling with venomous snakes.

Klein's face was solemn.

In the dream, he had an absolutely clear consciousness.

"Spiritual warning..."

Klein clenched his fist subconsciously.

Tap your teeth lightly.

He opened his eyes.

He turned over and sat up and began another divination.

After asking a certain question, when the topaz rotated clockwise, his face became extremely ugly.

"Oh, it's hidden very well. If I hadn't become an ancient scholar this time, I'm afraid it would have been kept secret."

Klein's lips curled up in a sneer.

I wanted to stay at home quietly for a few days, but someone didn't want to.

In this case……

Ah.

Then there will be rivers of blood.

……

Early the next morning.

Klein specially made breakfast for Benson and Melissa.

This caused Melissa to complain a lot, saying that her only role as a woman in the family was going to disappear.

Klein just smiled and laid out the bread, milk, sausages, and coffee.

The Moretti family didn't have a rule of 'not talking while eating or sleeping', and Benson and Melissa wouldn't be on guard against Klein at all, so he got the information he wanted in just a few words.

After breakfast.

Those who should go to school should go to school, and those who should go to work should go to work.

Klein cleaned up the mess, picked out a set of well-fitting and elegant clothes, and went out.

Turning a corner, the gentle Klein Moretti disappeared, replaced by a legendary mercenary with two long swords on his back and flowing white hair.

"Then the hunt begins."

He licked his lips.

Walking towards the East District amid countless surprised gazes.

The East District of Backlund is a veritable civilian area.

Although with the rise of the Church of Fools, the living standards of the residents here have barely escaped the poverty line.

But what is indisputable is that compared with the aristocratic lords in Queens, the people of the East Side are still a billion points behind.

"Sir, are you from out of town?"

"I'm the smartest guide in this area. For just three pennies, I can take you anywhere you want to go."

"Don't listen to him, I only want two pennies..."

"It's you again, stealing my business every day!"

Not everyone has the right to go to school.

Klein felt a little sorry for the four or five-year-old children who were fighting over a few pennies.

"I heard that Miss Justice is already planning to build a primary school and popularize preschool and primary education in the name of the church. I wonder how long it will take to get on track." With a sigh, Klein pretended to be cold and scattered a lot of change, causing the children to scramble for it.

He said in a deep voice: "Go buy some black bread, boys, I'm in a good mood today."

The children were overjoyed and ran away as fast as the wind after picking up the money.

Only a child in patched clothes stood there, not moving.

Klein saw it and didn't say much.

The child stepped forward timidly: "Sir, if there is anything I can help you with, please let me know."

"You don't want to pick up money, but you want to make a big profit?" Klein asked with a half-smile.

"Of course." The little boy mustered up his courage, "I know you are a kind man, so you will definitely not do anything to deny it."

“Oh, there are always some ignorant idiots who think they can see through people’s hearts.” Klein sneered and drew his sword with lightning speed to cut off the buttons on the boy’s collar.

The little boy was so frightened that his legs went limp and he sat on the ground.

Klein shook his head and said, "Go home. Killing a brat like you is a waste of time."

"I..." The little boy's face turned pale, but he still said with gritted teeth: "I can help you..."

This time, Klein was really surprised.

How brave!

If their positions were reversed, at his current age he might not be able to speak under the threat of the sword.

Not bad.

have a future.

"Bones are tough? Haha, good." Klein took out a few silver coins from his pocket and threw them at his feet: "Take me to No. 39, Pins Road, 'Fan Wen's Mother's Bakery', and these are yours."

"Thank you, thank you." The little boy didn't care about anything else.

He first thanked him sincerely, and then hurriedly picked up the silver coins.

Klein was pretending to be very happy.

but.

Seeing my money slipping away from me bit by bit.

He couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

Damn witch sect.

This account will be held against you!

You have to pay it back sooner or later!

Thinking of this, Klein's cold aura became even stronger.

The little boy trembled slightly in fear.

He swallowed and bowed with all his courage: "Little John is happy to serve you, sir."

Chapter 663 Witch War (I)

"what?"

Klein was stunned for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed: "What's your name?"

"Uh, John..." The little boy didn't understand what he had said to annoy the other party, so he said cautiously.

“John, John, oh~ John.” Klein pondered over it again and again, and finally felt relieved.

John

Jon

It sounds so similar.

Klein felt sorry for himself.

How much torture does one have to endure and how many pitfalls does one have to fall into to have a stress reaction to a name?

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Closer to home.

Little John is indeed an old hand and knows this place very well.

He took the initiative to introduce Klein: "Fan Wen's mother is a well-known good person in the nearby blocks. She often gives out some rye bread for free. Although it doesn't taste very good, eating it is better than going hungry."

"In the past, I mean before the glory of the merciful 'God of the Beginning and the End' shone on the East District, many children who couldn't make a living would go to work in a bakery for a few days to earn some pocket money."

"The God of the Beginning and the End"?

Who gave me this unlucky name?

Suppressing the unreasonable thoughts in his mind, Klein asked, "According to what you said, that woman should be very wealthy, right? Otherwise, where would she get so much spare money to donate in an emergency?"

Little John shook his head repeatedly: "Mother Fan Wen herself wears patched clothes. She hasn't changed her dark green skirt for several years... and her husband, Uncle Rick, injured his waist while working in a factory in his early years and has to rely on a wheelchair to move around. She is definitely not a rich person."

“You are so kind even though you are in such a difficult situation. Haha, I am becoming more and more curious now.” Klein said with a wry smile.

Little John seemed to have heard something and turned his head timidly.

However, what he saw was Klein's poker face.

The fierce temperament of the 'White Wolf' was as sharp as the north wind. The children who grew up in the slums had never seen this before and were so scared that they dared not speak.

Klein scratched the other person's head with his rough hands and said, "Lead the way carefully, don't think about anything else."

Little John was trembling and didn't dare to speak.

The entire journey was speechless.

The two wandered around in the narrow streets and finally arrived at a bakery with a wooden sign at the end of the Old Factory Street.

"Okay, there's nothing for you here."

Klein put his hands in his pockets and said condescendingly, "Remember, kid, keep your mouth shut. This will save you some trouble."

He tilted his head slightly, as if he remembered something, and then said: "Also, don't show off your cleverness to strangers. I just happened to be in a good mood today, otherwise..."

As he said this, he sneered.

OK, the evil guy Ke Miao successfully cast a shadow on the child's mind.

Little John was dismissed casually.

Klein looked around, then quietly took off his yellow crystal bracelet and read his fortune. Feeling that there was no danger, he strode forward.

Push the door open and enter.

The inside of the bakery is not much better than the outside.