Klein's original plan was to immediately go home after confirming the information about Ambassador Intis, who was the mastermind behind the scenes. After solving the problem of food and clothing, he would then go to Gray Mist Divination to confirm his situation, and finally make up for it a little.

It's almost time for the weekly Tarot session.

An unexpected familiar face disrupted his compact and orderly schedule.

His intuition told him that he should find out the true position of the sun believer, confirm the communication between Lionel and Ambassador Backlund, and try to find the possibility of mitigating the crisis from this unexpected discovery!

Of course, although he had long guessed that Lionel was related to the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun, what puzzled Klein the most was that although he was a diplomatic envoy, he did not live in the embassy in the West District of Backlund, but lived alone.

I rented a house in Daqiao South District, where the security environment is far worse than that in the West District, and lived a slow-paced life that seemed completely insulated from the word "diplomacy." Every day I was either thinking about the eternal blazing sun or walking on my missionary journey, although I always

He denied that he did not want to preach.

Even, this genuine cleric occasionally undertakes the dubious business of arranging fake IDs... Well, that's not a fake ID at all, it's completely a real and valid ID.

It sounds outrageous, with a hint of magical realism.

Klein calmed down and focused on flipping through the current affairs section of May and June, trying to find other reports related to religious diplomacy - he traveled to this world at the end of June, so the "Tasok News" from July onwards

He has read more or less. After all, the time spent on the public carriage cannot be wasted. Reading newspapers can also help him grasp current affairs and understand the current situation of the world.

With the premise of time limit, he quickly saw the text that met the conditions.

Klein fixed his sights on a briefing in mid-June and quickly extracted the key points of the article:

"Due to violations of the content of the commitment letter and relevant laws and regulations, the clerical mission from Intis was promptly stopped from preaching in public by the pastors and priests of the Lord of Storms Church, or will be entered into the Inquisition as a defendant..."

Continuing to flip through the newspaper, he read the following in the current affairs news section a week and a half after this report was published:

"The clerical embassy was sent home..."

With the Church of Storms joining the plaintiff, this team of envoys from the Eternal Blazing Sun was naturally at a disadvantage in Loen, and it was impossible to win the Inquisition lawsuit. Being deported was a completely normal result.

From this point of view, the problems of the clergy envoys are mainly due to illegal preaching and the conflict with the Church of Storms. However, Ambassador Backlund did not issue any statement before and after the incident with the envoys. Is it because it is inconvenient to interfere in religious affairs?

Or is it for other reasons?

Considering that Leonor, who seems not to have been punished by deportation, chose to live in a city far away from the embassy, ​​the relationship between the two parties seems somewhat intriguing.

While thinking, Klein continued to flip through the borrowed newspapers, but failed to find any more useful information, so he had to give up and hurriedly returned the books to the library window and got on the return public carriage.

When I got home, it was already past noon, and the first floor, including the foyer, living room and dining room, was quiet. Only the sound of him pushing the door open and closing it echoed a brief but fresh life.

Klein walked into the kitchen and was about to boil a pot of hot water to make tea to warm his stomach. However, the moment his fingers touched the spout of the teapot, he felt something strange.

Something strange called residual warmth.

He touched the bottom of the teapot and found that it was also slightly warm to the touch.

It had been several hours since she went out to look for information, and Alice seemed to have left the house not long before he returned home... Is this what she meant by having something to do?

Klein walked around the first floor of his house with confusion, and when he came to the living room, a light and familiar smell that he had smelled every day at the shooting club in Tingen City penetrated the tip of his nose——

The smell of gunpowder smoke.

He paused, took out the gold coin for divination with his backhand, and was about to flip it upwards, but stopped suddenly. He changed to a pendulum and checked every room in the house to confirm that a shooting had occurred... or that a battle had occurred.

The venue is limited to the living room.

Following the pendulum's guidance, Klein found a scrapped revolver in the paper basket in the corner. The barrel of the gun seemed to have been forcibly bent by a huge brute force, losing its original slender and smooth lines and metallic beauty.

Displayed side by side with other household garbage like scrap metal.

He bent down and picked up the scrap gun with a patina-colored shell and a red oak handle. He sat on the sofa, took a pen and paper and scribbled out the divination sentence:

"The conflict happened here."

Holding the white paper, Klein leaned back on the backrest and entered the hazy vision of dream divination.

In the illusive and hazy picture, three capable thugs who appeared out of nowhere were lurking behind the sofa and in the shadow of the blind corner next to the cupboard, seemingly waiting with bated breath for the figure in the corridor to walk into their ambush circle.

The man who looked like the leader winked at the other two. After receiving the signal, the black-clothed thugs rushed out of the hiding place in tacit agreement. One person blocked the exit to the corridor, and the other tall and muscular man

Han was trying to catch the seemingly defenseless Arthur Watson.

At the same time, the leader hiding behind the sofa had also opened the safety of the revolver and aimed the gun at Arthur Watson's left leg.

The client who fell into the trap surrounded by three people did not panic at all. He was not afraid of the muzzle of the gun aimed at him. He ducked slightly to avoid the sneak attack of the man in black holding a spring knife behind him, and then took advantage of the curved weapon.

He gathered strength on his knees and ran straight towards the wall of flesh in front of him that had a terrifying sense of oppression.

There was a roar.

In just an instant, the thick wall of flesh hit another wall hard, and the surrounding wall showed cracks like a spider web. And the strong man in black, who had an amazing momentum and wanted to suppress his opponent with a strong attack, was killed by a pale

He grabbed his head with his hands and smashed an exaggerated deep hole into the cement wall. The blood mixed with the wall dust spattered small dazzling stains on the patterned wallpaper.

Two bangs.

The black-clothed thug holding a gun fired two shots with great disqualification. One of them hit a bottle of red wine on the wine rack, and the other shot hit Arthur Watson's feet, only a horizontal distance of five or six centimeters.

Can hit the target of their ambush this time.

But that's it.

Klein, who was awake and watching the dream scene, knew that with her speed that was so fast that it was difficult to catch the afterimage, and her brute force that could bend the tough barrel of a gun with her bare hands, even Meursault himself, who drank the "Hunter" potion, could

If you take action, it's just a level that comes for free.

He watched quietly as Arthur Watson let go of the unconscious strong man, and turned to look at the other two black-clothed thugs who had not yet reacted to the change in the battle situation.

In the first second, she came to the person who had tried to sneak attack before, raised her hand and held down the thin head.

In the second second, she let go of the half-dead second person who was smashed into the floor, turned over to avoid the muzzle of the gun pointed at her, calmly bypassed the trajectory, and ran towards the final leader.

In the third second, she held the patina-colored revolver with her right hand, bent the barrel as if destroying a toy, raised the twisted pistol into a deformed shape, and stuffed it into the mouth of the black-clad thug.

In the extremely horrified look on the last person's face, she smiled, and finally took out her left hand that had been free from her trench coat pocket, made a shooting gesture, and whispered softly:

"bang."

The fierce and vicious gangster rolled his eyes and fell back. Dark water stains quickly spread from the front crotch of his pants. Even through the screen, people can imagine the unpleasant stench.

"It's too scary..."
Chapter completed!