Secret: The Witch's House Traitor

Lin Nuo didn't respond to Anna's words. Who would play Go with you? Don't you know that Gobang is the best way?

"what..."

Anna complained a little, seeming a little dissatisfied.

"Master, please don't waste the money you earned through hard work on meaningless fame."

"You have to understand how much money it costs to maintain a decent life in Backlund. Although we don't need to pay rent, food expenses, water, gas, charcoal fees, and transportation costs will cost at least 2 pounds, unless you are willing to reduce your quality of life."

Anna had obviously done her homework. She directly expressed her determination with her attitude that no matter what Lin Nuo said, she would never change her name, so don't spend money on a useless name.

"Although we don't need to live a luxurious life, but 2 pounds a week can't be any lower, right? We don't need to force ourselves to eat black bread mixed with sawdust every day for the sake of thriftiness, right?"

"And the 2 pounds is just my expense, right? Do you two go hungry every day?"

Lin Nuo was really speechless. This was all his money, right? He himself had no intention of saving it, but Anna seemed to care more about it than he did.

"Of course we need to eat, but Master, because of Megose and I, you saved the expense of hiring additional cooks, maids, and male attendants, so strictly speaking, our expenses don't need to be counted."

Anna looked up at Lin Nuo confidently. The two of them were not here to enjoy their meals for free. They were capable of doing the work of four normal people.

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten. I paid you one pound a week, Anna, right? Have I ever paid you on time before?"

Lin Nuo then remembered that although he had given Anna an anonymous account to maintain daily expenses, he seemed to have never paid her a salary.

"It's okay if I forget, but you can't possibly forget to pay yourself, right?"

Lin Nuo covered his face and looked at Anna speechlessly. He suddenly felt a toothache when he saw the maid smiling silently. He then noticed that she was still wearing the light blue dress that she brought from the lower street.

"Well, I don't actually need your service, and you don't really need to be maids. That would just be a waste of your talents."

"Cherwood is a district with many small companies and residences, and it has a large flow of people. The people living here are middle class with a starting salary of at least 3 pounds a week. You two can open an herbal medicine shop here. Anna will be responsible for treating illnesses and dispensing medicines, and Megose will be responsible for accounting and operations."

Lin Nuo decided to find something for Anna and Megose to do so that they wouldn't have to focus all their energy on himself.

"That's great. I can use this to digest the pharmacist's magic potion."

Anna gladly accepted Lin Nuo's proposal.

"How will the corpse collector digest the potion? Do I still have to open a funeral home?"

Megose also agreed with Lino's proposal, but she was somewhat resistant to collecting corpses.

"Your situation is better than Anna's. The role-playing method is not so rigid. You can slowly experience it. I think 'Corpse Collector' is more for the Beyonders who embark on this path to understand death."

"The geographical location of Cherwood District is very good. Its east side is adjacent to the East District and Backlund Bridge District where the poor gather. It is also not far from the dock area and several factory areas."

"I suggest that when you run your own herbal medicine shop, you can take time out every week to provide free medical consultations in these two areas. If the herbal medicine shop in Cherwood District is a lifestyle you can choose freely, then going to the slums is an order I force you to give."

"I ask you to go to these two areas and treat the poor people for free or at a low price, and then take away some of their vitality when they can't afford the medical bills."

Lin Nuo put away the smile on his face and gave serious instructions to Anna and Megose.

"Anna will be responsible for treating the disease, and Megose will be responsible for taking away some of the patient's life force. As for how much 'medical fee' to charge for each treatment, it is up to you to decide based on the situation."

This is also the reason why Lin Nuo insisted on staying in the Cherwood district. The geographical location is really convenient, and the supervision is not as strict as that in Queens and the West Side.

"Mr. Lin Nuo, do you mean that we can decide for ourselves how much vitality to take away from those patients?"

Megose couldn't help but ask, this was a very important question in her opinion.

"Of course, you are not children. I trust your judgment. Besides, I am not in great need of vitality. You can treat this as a long-term mission."

Lin Nuo answered Megose's question naturally.

He didn't need it urgently, so why collect so much at once? Wouldn't it cost money to store it? Why worry about being found by official organizations?

"It's up to you, Mr. Lino."

Megose gave Lin Nuo a beautiful smile. She also let go of the psychological burden of plundering other people's lives and was no longer so averse to supernatural powers.

Lin Nuo looked at Megose's performance and nodded with satisfaction, then he looked at Anna with a playful look.

"It's up to you, Mr. Lino."

Anna met Lin Nuo's teasing gaze and reluctantly followed Megose's example and changed the way she addressed Lin Nuo.

Chapter 85 Klein Sleeping on the Street

Lin Nuo has started a new life in Backlund, while in Tingen City, Klein pushed aside the stone slab blocking his way and climbed out of the coffin in a daze.

"Where am I?"

His memory was still stuck on the time when he almost shot Ince Zangwill. He still remembered the miserable appearance of Ince Zangwill, his body burnt black and decadent, waiting to die.

"I am dead?"

Klein instinctively lowered his head, unbuttoned his shirt, and looked at his left chest, where several hideous bloody holes were healing rapidly.

Klein was familiar with this scene. It was just like when he saw the bullet hole on his temple healing quickly in the mirror. However, this time the wound healed more slowly and with more difficulty.

"Good news, this time travel really does come with its own benefits. It seems that there is more than just one chance to be resurrected."

"Bad news. I died again. I wonder if my resurrection count has been reset to zero."

When Klein thought of this, he wanted to bite his handkerchief and forcefully hold back his heartache so that he wouldn't cry.

This... is a waste of resources... a precious chance of resurrection... is gone...

Although Klein subconsciously still hoped that he could have another chance to be resurrected, he was not sure. There was no way to test it. What if he was really dead?

Suppressing the heartache, Klein calmed his complicated emotions. He buttoned up his clothes and found that he was wearing his newest shirt and tuxedo, both of which were covered in a lot of mud.

"Is that why people always say that you should wear the clothes you buy as soon as possible? Otherwise, if you die, you will just take them with you into the earth?"

Klein told a joke expressionlessly, even though he didn't feel like laughing at all.

He got up from the ground and buried the black coffin back into the soil. Then he looked at his tombstone, which had three lines of new epitaph on it.

"The best brother... the best brother... the best colleague..."

Klein silently read the inscription above, feeling a little sad. He seemed to be able to understand the grief of Melissa and Benson from it.

"At least they should get a large amount of compensation..."

Klein felt very depressed because he knew that he was destined to never return to his previous life. Resurrection from the dead was not something that could be explained clearly.

"I would actually want to take my own burial objects one day?"

Klein looked at the "Azik Copper Whistle" and the yellow crystal pendant he dug out of the soil with a wry smile on his face. He looked up and around, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

"How many Night Watchmen died that night? And how did I die?"

He found a secluded place nearby, walked four steps backwards, and entered the gray fog.

Klein wanted to use divination to figure out who attacked him from behind that day, and what happened to Ince Zangwill in the end?

He sat down in the seat belonging to The Fool, and a yellow-brown parchment and a round fountain pen appeared in front of him.

"Kill my people."

Klein recited it silently seven times, leaned back in his chair, and entered a dream with the help of meditation.

Then he saw countless points of light in a gray world, which finally converged into a short video.

That was the scene of Cornelia White shooting him, and Ince Zangwill stepping over his own body with disdain.

"Fake!"

The image shattered, and Klein woke up from his dream. He almost punched the long bronze table in front of him. His fist was clenched tightly, and it was obvious that it had become hard.

This wasn't Klein's fault. It was because Ince Zangwill's last glance back was so mocking that even Klein couldn't suppress his anger.

"It is impossible for Cornelius to betray the Nighthawks. I personally checked and found that he was dead. Ince Zangwill was the gatekeeper of Sequence 5. Could he be... a zombie?"

Klein's face didn't look very good. He had never seen a zombie before, and he didn't expect to be killed by a zombie the first time he met one.

"Ince Zangwill broke into the Chanis Gate and took away Saint Selina's ashes. His real purpose in planning these things was to use this opportunity to advance to Sequence 4 of the 'Sleeping One' path?"

"He was able to force his way through the Chanis Gate because he had managed to divert most of the Nighthawks' forces, such as me and the captain... and even Lord Krestel."

Klein finished writing the divination statement. He opened his eyes and found that the topaz pendant was rotating clockwise. This proved that his judgment was correct.

"How did Ince Zangwill plan all this so accurately? What is the ability of the Sealed Artifact 0-08?"

"Perhaps we can ask Mr. Lover at the next Tarot Club. He should know the ability of '0-08'?"

Klein had already guessed that the ability of Sealed Artifact 0-08 might be related to coincidence, but he thought it was not that simple. There must be some kind of restriction. Otherwise, how could Ince Zangwill be so miserable?

"Ince Zangwill should be dead, right? How could he escape successfully under such circumstances? Even if he escaped, he couldn't be promoted to a demigod, right?"

Klein saw that several minutes had passed. He planned to return to the real world after he finished divination for the last question, so he wrote down a new divination statement.

"The city where Ince Zangwill is currently located."

Klein actually learned a lot from Lin Nuo, such as how to get multiple answers with one question.

He once again entered the gray dream world, with Gothic buildings, bustling streets, magnificent palaces, and a towering Gothic clock tower.

when!

The sound of the bell echoed, and Klein woke up. He knew which city he had just seen.

"The Land of Hope", "The Capital of All Capitals", Backlund!

Although he felt very sorry, he had to accept the fact that Ince Zangwill was very likely to succeed in becoming a demigod.

Because in the mysterious space above the gray fog, he could only vaguely divine the approximate range of Ince Zangwill.

Moreover, Klein didn't think that Ince Zangwill would dare to go to Backlund if he hadn't become a demigod. That place was half of the territory of the Church of Evernight.

Klein wrote down one last divination statement.

"My hope to become stronger."

Klein closed his eyes and meditated. He saw two completely different scenes: a bustling city and a towering mountain.

"The former is Backlund, and the latter is... the main peak of the Hornachis Mountains?"

Obviously Backlund is safer...

Klein sighed and left the mysterious space above the gray fog.

As a former night watchman, Klein was very familiar with Tingen at night. He easily avoided the night patrols and wandered like a ghost in the streets illuminated by the red moon on a peaceful night.

When he came to his senses, he had instinctively returned to Daffodil Street, across from where he lived with his brother and sister.

Can he go home?

"I can't go back..."

Klein smiled bitterly. He felt that the speed at which he digested the Clown Potion was even faster than when he digested the Fortune Teller. The smile on his lips became even more bitter.

He found a corner sheltered from the wind on the street, took off his coat, covered himself with it, and fell asleep leaning against the wall.

Chapter 86 The Faith of the Nighthawks

Not long after he fell asleep, Klein was suddenly woken up by someone.

"You can't sleep here!"

"Streets and parks are not places for you lazy, work-free bums to sleep!"

"That's the Poor Law!"

A low-ranking police officer looked at Klein viciously with a baton in his hand.

Not allowed to sleep on the street?

Klein rubbed his sleepy cheeks. He did not argue with the young police officer. He picked up his coat and walked down the street again until dawn.

Soon, he lowered his head and walked into the Backlund Tingen branch where he opened the account, and then took back the 200 pounds in cash that Miss Justice had traded to him. He also reserved one-third in the account in case of emergency.

At this moment, Klein was really grateful. Fortunately, the money he earned from selling the "Singer" potion formula was still in an anonymous bank account because he had not dared to withdraw it due to the Church of Evernight's investigation of him.

Otherwise, he would probably have to ask Lin Nuo to borrow money. He wouldn't go back and steal money from home, right?

If Melissa found out that money was missing from home, she would cry out of anxiety, right?

Klein was still very fortunate that he had a friend who he could borrow money from at a critical moment, and the other party just happened to have some ill-gotten gains.

Furthermore, Lin Nuo was not a member of the Church of Evernight, so he didn't know that he was really dead. If Klein really encountered an emergency, he could seek help from Lin Nuo.

"Anyway, Lin Nuo is not from the official organization, and he doesn't know that I really died in the line of duty. I can ask Lin Nuo to help me take care of Benson and Melissa in the future."