1041 King’s Daughter

Sharron who doesn’t like nicknames? How did she know? She’s interacted with Miss Sharron before? Upon hearing Reinette Tinekerr’s answer, Klein was first taken aback before questions emerged one after another in his mind.

From his point of view, a messenger and a mailer wouldn’t communicate under normal circumstances. The entire process would be the messenger’s appearance, the retrieval of the letter, and its departure.

Besides, when did Miss Messenger need to obtain the permission of the other party when she gives nicknames? Did Frank Lee and Patrick Bryan agree to it?

A few seconds later, Klein instinctively had a guess—Miss Messenger and Miss Sharron definitely had some kind of connection, and Reinette Tinekerr didn’t wish to hide anything.

Reining in his thoughts, Klein opened the envelope, unfolded the letter, and quickly scanned the contents.

“There’s something I hope you can help me with. Let’s meet at the Bravehearts Bar to discuss in detail…”

Compared to before, Miss Sharron isn’t that stingy with her words. She’s slightly improved in this aspect for the better. Is this a change that resulted from a demigod advancement? Klein thought for a moment and walked to his desk. Picking up a pen, he wrote:

“When do you wish to meet?”

Putting down his pen, he glanced at Reinette Tinekerr, who was standing by the side, seemingly waiting to write the reply. Klein felt even more certain again.

He folded the letter, handed it over, and casually said, “For Miss Sharron.”

One of Reinette Tinekerr’s heads bit on the letter while the remaining three said, “You…” “Haven’t…” “Paid…

“No…” “Postage…” “Payment…”

Klein cleared his throat, took out a gold coin, and handed it to Miss Messenger.

Seeing Reinette Tinekerr disappear, he revealed a pensive look as he walked to the reclining chair and waited patiently.

Less than a minute later, Miss Messenger walked out of the void again in her complicated dress. She was biting the letter from before.

as he received

with it, it would

Klein nodded thoughtfully and flicked his wrist, causing the letter to ignite into

burgeoned and enveloped

flames extinguished, Klein’s figure had already disappeared from the reclining chair. The floating ashes hovering in midair automatically fell into a nearby trash can with the help of an invisible

Cherwood Borough, and the Bridge area, the wall gas lamps brightened slightly before

changed his clothes, put on gold-rimmed glasses, and went out with the appearance of Sherlock Moriarty, heading straight for

people. He listened for a few seconds

the door, he saw figures outlining

her

to play cards with zombies had turned increasingly pale. The malice in his eyes had

Klein took off his hat

up weightlessly as she seriously bowed. Marie did the

the billiard room seemed to be

casually pulled a high stool chair and sat down. He chuckled and said,

sorry to trouble you again.”

agreement for a cooperative effort with the Sanguine to

and how our attack will happen. We

want anything, just mention it. We

two demigods in their contingency plans…Uh, I think it might

at

“Okay.”

looked at Sharron, who was sitting on

you to advance to Sequence 4 Puppet, and you’ve already become

letter exchanges. His main goal was to make

she

asked, “What’s your relationship

blue eyes darted about almost indiscemibly as she

Klein already had some guesses, he nearly drew a gasp. He felt

same, countless thoughts were bubbling in his mind. …Miss Messenger was originally

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