No way?

There's Amon nearby!

Derrick's heart was beating wildly.

But in an instant, the badge suddenly stopped moving, as if the vibration just now was just an illusion.

"Just...what happened?" Little Taiyang pinched his badge, his eyes becoming increasingly alert.

He felt that it was necessary for him to write another letter to Mr. Destiny and inquire about some things.

…

…

Three days later.

Backlund, train station exit.

Klein walked out slowly, holding his hat.

look up.

Um.

It's exactly as rumored.

No matter when, the sky in Backlund is always gray.

"The air pollution is very serious." Klein lowered his voice and whispered.

At this time, a familiar figure approached and gave Klein a big hug in a very un-Loen style, "Klain Moretti, my friend, welcome to the Capital of Mandu."

"Jon." Klein's face remained calm, "I'm so glad to see you."

"You don't look happy." Jon smiled, "Don't worry, I won't be collecting debts from you so soon."

Hearing this, Klein twitched the corners of his mouth and said nothing.

Jon patted Klein on the shoulder, "Okay, come home with me first. After you put down your luggage, we will go to a high-end restaurant for a meal together. After the meal, I will show you the prosperity of Backlund."

The arrangements are clear.

Klein shook his head, "Sorry, I am a reserve member of the Red Gloves this time..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jon, "You also said that you are a 'preparatory member'. There are as many demigods as dogs in Backlund, and saints are everywhere. You are a little Sequence 8. I will report it later."

fine."

He blinked, "Don't worry, the goddess will forgive you."

If the goddess knew that I was hooking up with the Evil God Roller, sooner or later a bolt of lightning would be thrown from the Kingdom of Silence and split me in half...

Klein sighed inwardly.

Jon took Klein to his luxury carriage.

Klein came back to his senses and asked, "Rent?"

"I bought it." Jon said calmly, "To be precise, it should be customized."

The big dog owner who rides on the horse!

Klein gritted his teeth gently.

Is it profitable to write that much?

wrong.

It should be easy for high-sequence extraordinary people to make money.

Ah!!! I really want to be promoted as soon as possible!!!

‘Joker’ is still too weak.

Unknowingly, Klein realized a bit of the paleness and helplessness of fate, and his demonic digestion progress increased by one...

Back to business.

Sitting in the luxurious carriage of the wealthy dog ​​owner, Klein's eyes didn't know where to turn.

He looked left and right.

Finally, he turned his attention to the opposite side and asked weakly: "How much does it cost to customize a carriage like this?"

Jon crossed his legs and said, "It's not expensive, five hundred pounds is enough. After all, it's just a mortal thing."

The conversation changed, "But the charms and extraordinary materials hidden in the plywood cost a lot, about seven to eight thousand pounds."

Good guy.

I call him good guy.

Klein decided that when he really doesn't know how to make money anymore, he will rob the big dog owners to make a fortune...

Of course, this thought only occurred for a moment.

Although the "poor god" is a little tight on money, he still cares about affection and principles.

"By the way, Klein, has she told you?" Suddenly, Jon looked serious and asked solemnly.

Klein nodded.

Jon immediately relaxed and said, "Sequence 6 is quite a challenge for you."

Who says it’s not?

Klein pondered for a moment and asked knowingly: "I heard... I will have some extra helpers?"

coming!

Jon perked up and said, "Yes, and there are quite a few."

He clasped his fingers and said, "Two 'mind readers', one 'navigator', maybe Forsi and Miss Xio will also join this operation, so that there can be an additional 'sheriff' and

An 'apprentice'."

etc!

Klein frowned.

I won’t mention Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man.

After all, he is a well-established member of the Tarot Club.

What's going on with Forsi and Miss Xio?

Come to join in the fun.

He wanted to question.

But just before he was about to speak, Klein thought that the identity of 'Clain Moretti' was not a member of the Tarot Club either.

"It was such a close call, I almost forgot about it." Klein secretly rejoiced.

If you lose your horse in front of Jon Joestar, how many brain cells will it take to get it back smoothly?

At this time, Jon asked with a smile, "What, do you have a problem?"

"No." Klein said very seriously, "I don't have any problems."

"That's good." Jon was extremely satisfied.

He looked at Klein and said, "This is a good opportunity for you to show off. As the only person involved in the investigation, what you do represents her will. I say Klein, you must not be embarrassed."

ah."

What's going on? You haven't even written your horoscope yet, but you're already putting pressure on me, right?

What a pressure boy.

Klein said 'hmm', "I know it well."

"That's good--"

Jon didn't seem to want to continue talking about this topic, and changed his words: "'Red Gloves' are the special operations team of the Church of the Night, and the minimum team member is Sequence 7. If you can transfer it, it will probably attract some people's attention. In the future,

You have to be careful when traveling in Backlund."

Klein also knew this truth and said in a deep voice: "So my current status is just a 'reserve member'. I am a lucky person who was specially promoted after making meritorious services."

He smiled and said, "Didn't you say that high-sequence strong men can be found everywhere here? I think no one will have trouble with a little guy like me, right?"

Jon's eyes were meaningful, "Hey, you can't tell..."

After chatting all the way, the two came to Joestar Manor.

Seeing with his own eyes this vast mansion with luxurious and exquisite decorations, Klein didn't know how many times he cursed the rich man in his heart.

Next, comes the desire for a rich life.

When can he bring Melissa and Benson to a house like this?

"After paying off the debt, I will save money to buy a house." Klein secretly clenched his fists.
To be continued...