“Change to a luxury suite.”
After speaking, Klein took two steps back, seemingly giving up his position to the fat pharmacist.
Darkwill swallowed his saliva and asked hesitantly:
“I pay”
“During the mission, all expenses are borne by the employer. This is the rule for adventurers.” Klein responded without changing his expression.
I believe you are a stupid ass. If you call a few girls from the “Red Theater” over, I will have to pay for you. Darkwill thought for a moment, squeezed out a smile and said:
“We could just use a regular room, which would be easier to protect.”
“Then you can live by yourself.” Klein played Gehrman Sparrow effortlessly.
Darkwill laughed twice, walked to the counter, and said expressionlessly:
“A luxury suite.”
After actually moving in and entering the smaller bedroom, Fat Pharmacist Darkwill opened the window to leave the “door” for Mr. Harry the Owl, while taking out the ring box in his pocket to check the condition of the strange dice.
After confirming that the dice was still the same as before, with four o’clock pointing up and no change, Darkwill quietly let out a breath.
Backlund, in an ordinary house.
This is something he does repeatedly every day, because he has no way of knowing what stories “008” will weave and what kind of accidents it will bring after he falls asleep.
After confirming that he was not injured, Inszangwill put on his shiny leather boots and stood up.
Unexpectedly, he saw “008” placed quietly on the desk, like the most ordinary and common quill pen.
However, it had been locked away last night in a metal box layered with symbols and magical markings.
Inszangwill walked over solemnly, holding “008” in one hand, and opened the notebook next to him with the other hand, and found that there was nearly a page of text there:
“Inszangwill did not remember what he did last night, but he was keenly aware of some problems.
“He looked at the mirror and found that he felt strange inside, as if another Ince Zangwill was born inside him.
“He lowered his head and saw obvious abnormalities between the nails of his hands, but he couldn’t recall what he did last night.”
After reading this description, Zangwill instinctively looked at the full-length mirror in the room, and saw that he was still blind in one eye. His classical sculpture-like face had no wrinkles, but the corners of his mouth were… There was a slight smile left, which was in sharp contrast to the solemn gaze.
At this moment, Inzangwill felt that his face was a little blue, and the lower corners of his eyes were darker. Coupled with that smile that he had no idea how to appear, the whole thing looked very sinister, cruel and weird.
He raised his hands and lowered his head, and saw patches of dried black mud between his fingernails, as if he had dug tree roots in the garden in the middle of the night yesterday.
Although he has switched from the “Death” path to the “Dark Night” path and became a “Night Watcher”, Insz