Chapter 856: Bodyguards Arrive

In an apartment in Cherwood Borough.

Just as Xio entered, she caught the scent of fried food. She couldn't

help but twitch her nose and looked towards the kitchen.

"Fors?"

"Would there be anyone else?" Fors peeked her head out from the kitchen

and asked with a smile.

Xio put down the papers in her hand, half-surprised and half-grumbling,

"Do you still remember how long it's been since you stepped into a

kitchen? Eh, making toast in the morning doesn't count."

Fors returned to the kitchen, leaving only her voice behind.

"I choose the food outside because they're better. And now, the

surrounding streets don't have any good fried chicken.

"I suddenly had cravings for it. When it comes to Intis cuisine, I like

it the most!"

Xio walked to the kitchen and leaned against the door frame as she

watched Fors busily prepare dinner. She deliberated and said, "I

received a job. 100 pounds a day. Ranging from three to five days, but I

need another helper.

"Weren't you previously lacking in money. Why don't we do it together?"

*Actually, my financial situation has improved... However, a mission

that pays 50 pounds a day isn't bad. I'll save up as much as I can.

There will be plenty of places that require me to spend money in the

future...* As Fors watched her oil-filled pot, she asked, "What

kind of job is it?"

She had already calculated how much she could receive.

Xio combed her slightly coarse blonde hair and said, "Secretly protect a

tycoon named Dwayne Dantès."

"What did he encounter? Will it be very dangerous?" Fors asked

cautiously.

Xio recalled and said, "Apparently there was some kind of business

conflict, and his competitor has threatened him.

"This isn't anything dangerous. As you are aware, the powerful Beyonders

in Backlund wouldn't dare to take any risks, as it's easy to expose

themselves, causing them to be targeted by the Nighthawks and Mandated

Punishers."

"Perhaps the other party is a lunatic? You can't rule that out." While

retorting, Fors naturally thought of The World Gehrman Sparrow. This

gentleman was a lunatic who dared to pull off major upsets in Backlund!

She paused and scooped up the pieces of fried chicken.

"Since you've already accepted the mission and I have nothing coming up

recently, let's do it together.

"It's good too. We will be protecting him in secret, so no one will

discover that I'm a bodyguard. Otherwise, I'll have no way of

participating in those literature saloons. Heh heh, actually, I can tell

them that I'm experiencing life and gathering material. My next novel

will be about a female bodyguard and her male employer!"

Xio was already used to Fors's penchant for letting her thoughts wander.

She scrunched up her nose and said, "Let's head over after dinner."

160 Böklund Street. Klein had set up a ritual in the master bedroom's

bathroom and headed above the gray fog.

He planned on handling some random matters before the bodyguards hired

by Butler Walter came---it wouldn't be convenient for him to do them in

the coming days.

And among these random matters, the most important task was to confirm

the situation with the Creeping Hunger.

Sitting behind the seat belonging to The Fool, Klein made the

human-skinned glove fly out from the junk pile.

After a series of divinations, he discovered that the Creeping Hunger

was rather stubborn this time. None of the negative side effects had

changed.

*It's a result of Mr. A's corruption, so it's absolutely not giving up

its praise of the True Creator?* The corners of Klein's mouth

twitched as he seriously considered the solution to this matter.

*Find another way to threaten it? No, how can I call it threatening?

Under the premise of being proactive, I will be engaging in friendly

communication with it...* Klein rapped the corner of the long

mottled table and muttered silently, *I'll be writing to Mr. Azik later

anyway. I can also mention in passing that the Creeping Hunger's seal is

no longer effective.*

*I can also bring some mushrooms along with me. No, that wouldn't work.

Although it will stop the Creeping Hunger from praising the True

Creator, it will make it unusable. Hmm... I'll get a few of the original

mutated mushrooms from Frank to see if there are other

effects...*

After determining his thought process, Klein threw Azik's copper whistle

and the adventurer's harmonica through the Door of Sacrifice and

Bestowment before returning to the real world. He packed up the ritual

items and wiped away any traces of the ritual.

After leaving the bathroom, Klein walked to his study desk, taking out a

fountain pen and paper as he deliberated over the things to say.

"Dear Mr. Azik... It's been a while since I've written to you. I wonder

how you've been recently...

"...Due to certain unforeseen circumstances, your seal on the Creeping

Hunger is no longer effective. Can you give me the corresponding method?

I wish to apply the seal on it again...

"...Have you heard of creatures known as Spirit World Plunderers? What

level are they, and what kinds of characteristics do they have? Where

are they usually active in?"

"...I might be heading to the Southern Continent in the near future. If

I obtain any new information on Death, I'll write to you as soon as

possible..."

Putting down the fountain pen and reading it twice, Klein folded the

letter and blew the copper whistle.

Silently, white bones spewed out from the floor, gushing out like a

fountain into midair, forming a giant skeleton that was nearly four

meters tall.

The skeleton lowered its head to glance at Dwayne Dantès before bending

its back, bending its right arm and spreading open its palm.

This messenger is becoming more polite... Klein nodded in

satisfaction, handing it the letter.

The skeleton messenger didn't stay, and it immediately disintegrated,

pouring down like a waterfall before rapidly vanishing.

Klein silently heaved a sigh of relief as he retracted his gaze and

continued writing a letter to Frank.

"...The dried mushrooms you provided were pretty good. Do you still have

more?

"...Do you find the idea I previously mentioned viable? If you encounter

any difficulties during the research process, you can write to me..."

After folding the letter, Klein blew into the adventurer's harmonica.

He saw Miss Messenger Reinette Tinekerr appear by his side. She still

lacked a head as she wore a complicated black dress while holding four

beautiful blonde, red-eyed heads.

"Can you lock onto Frank Lee?" Klein asked rather confidently. After

all, Miss Messenger was unlike ordinary messengers. She was a spirit

world creature at the demigod level.

Under normal circumstances, a messenger could only locate the contractor

or the person who held the summoning ritual. As for the latter, there

was a limitation. Once the ritual was too far away, the messenger

wouldn't be able to find them.

Reinette Tinekerr's four heads turned in unison and looked at Klein.

"Yes..." "It's that..." "Man..." "Who wants..." "To..." "Plant..."

"Everything..." "Right?"

"..."

*What did Frank do to leave such a deep impression on Miss Messenger...

Back when I replied, she even said that she hoped that he wasn't

dead...* Klein nodded seriously.

"Yes."

Reinette Tinekerr's four heads spoke one after another.

"Can..." "Locate..." "I labeled..." "Him..."

Ah? Klein turned agape, nearly forgetting his motives.

*Poor Frank, no, the great and powerful Frank. He actually got Miss

Messenger to specially label him... May the Goddess watch over

him...* Klein silently exhaled and handed the letter to Reinette

Tinekerr.

"Please hand it to Frank.

"He will pay you the gold coin."

One of the heads in Reinette Tinekerr's hand opened its mouth and bit

down on the letter. Then, it directly entered the spirit world, unable

to be sensed again.

After dealing with these matters, Klein left the copper whistle and

harmonica on him. He went downstairs to have dinner.

Midway, Walter entered and whispered into Dwayne Dantès's ear, "The

bodyguards have arrived. It's that Miss Xio and her friend from before.

I will arrange for them to secretly provide you protection."

Miss Xio and her friend? Don't tell me it's Miss Magician...

Klein was momentarily at a loss for words as all he could do was gently

nod, acknowledging the new tidbit of information.

His spirituality actually didn't sense that someone had "infiltrated"

his house. However, this was very normal since it wasn't time for most

people to sleep for the night. When it was that period of time, any

abnormalities became rather obvious. Therefore, unless Klein specially

used his spirituality to leave undetectable marks at key spots, or if

the intruder had plenty of ill intentions towards him, he would find it

difficult to notice them.

In a bedroom on the third floor, Xio and Fors each took a window.

Through the glass, they looked down at the garden.

"This is my dream house. When I have enough money, I'll buy a house just

like this in a scenic area. No, I'll still choose Backlund. There are

more delicacies here, and it's more convenient," Fors said sincerely.

With that said, she sighed inwardly.

*Unfortunately, I have the curse of the full moon. I can only continue

improving myself. Otherwise, I'd have kept a house instead of selling it

for cash...*

Xio traced her friend's gaze and looked outside, whispering, "I lived in

such a residence when I was little..."

Fors stole a glance at Xio. As she had no idea what to say, she changed

topics.

"How should we provide him with protection?"

Xio retracted her gaze.

"When Mr. Dwayne Dantès is home and without guests, we'll just hide in

the room and watch the surroundings to prevent anyone from

infiltrating...

"When there are guests, we'll head to the adjacent room and keep close

attention to any developments. We'll open the door at any moment to save

him...

"If Mr. Dwayne Dantès were to head out, the butler will inform us ahead

of time. I'll hide underneath the carriage to protect him while you'll

follow on another carriage..."

"Xio, you're becoming more and more professional!" Fors seriously

praised her before chuckling. "I saw Mr. Dwayne Dantès's portrait just

now. If you hadn't told me that the danger arose because of a business

conflict, I would've suspected that the problem arose because of

love..."

Before Fors finished her sentence, she suddenly saw a carriage stop

outside the compound. Following that, a few policemen in black-and-white

checkered uniforms got out of the carriage.

What's happening? She looked at her friend and found Xio

looking equally puzzled.

Inside the living room on the second floor, Klein met the four officers.

"Mr. Dwayne Dantès, do you know Mr. Cuarón?"

Cuarón? Klein tried recalling and remembered that it was the

gentleman who had sold him the Coim Company shares.

"Yes, what happened to him?" Klein asked calmly.

The officer that led the team replied in a rather polite manner, "He

committed suicide."

"In addition, he left behind a will, accusing you of forcing him to sell

his shares and torturing him using all kinds of underhanded means,

causing him to suffer from severe depression.

"And his family has provided proof regarding the contents of his will."