Chapter 64: Consultation Fee

Chapter 64: Consultation Fee

Rubbing his forehead, Klein was just about to try splitting off another Worm of Spirit when he suddenly saw Reinette Tinekerr, dressed in a gloomy, complicated long dress, walk out of the void and stand beside the desk.

In the mouth of one of this Miss Messenger’s heads was a neatly folded letter.

“Whose is it?” Klein asked casually.

Reinette Tinekerr’s other three heads answered in succession:

“Mushroom…” “King’s…” “Superior…”

Mushroom King? Klein froze for a full two seconds before realizing that this probably referred to Frank Lee.

And Frank Lee’s superior was Star Admiral Cattleya.

“By Mushroom King, do you mean Frank Lee?” Klein asked for confirmation as he reached out and accepted the letter.

The four bright, beautiful blond-haired, red-eyed heads moved up and down by their held hair, as if nodding.

Miss Messenger even gives people nicknames… Wait. Frank is not only good at mushrooms. His “domain” includes cattle, wheat, fish, and Rose Bishops… Has there been a breakthrough in Frank’s mushroom experiment, and Miss Messenger saw mushrooms all over the ship when she went there? Klein could not help inhaling. He quickly unfolded the letter.

He was worried this might be a distress letter from Madam Hermit.

Of course, he was not that anxious, because if things truly reached the final moment, Star Admiral, as an experienced pirate, would definitely choose to pray to Mr. Fool.

This letter was indeed from the captain of the Future, Cattleya. It said concisely:

“…The Queen has determined the time and place. Wednesday at eleven at night, the old place.

“…I do not know exactly what you said to Frank Lee, but it is clear that he has been very excited recently. He has been dragging that Craftsman through many experiments, saying that in another three to six months, there will be staged results. He also expressed that if he could obtain the Druid potion formula, perhaps he could omit all intermediate products and directly produce the final result. All I can say is: good luck.

“…May everything end before the Craftsman completely collapses. He has already begun repenting his faith in the Primordial Moon…”

Should I be happy that the City of Silver’s food security problem may make progress, or should I worry that some kind of accident might happen? Klein rubbed the corner of his forehead again and decided not to think about this matter for now. In any case, Madam Hermit, who was about to become a demigod, was still watching over things. If any unimaginable change truly occurred, she would definitely ask for help.

Whew… He finally breathed a sigh of relief now that the meeting with the Mystery Queen had been arranged. With a snap of his wrist, scarlet flames rose from the letter paper.

After watching Miss Messenger leave, he was just about to continue splitting Worms of Spirit when his brows suddenly furrowed. He felt that the ashes of letter paper on the desk and inside the trash can were unusually glaring.

Almost subconsciously, Klein drew out a tissue and wiped the surface of the desk, then covered the trash can with its lid.

After finishing this, he looked at his slightly dirtied hands, stood, entered the bathroom, and turned on the faucet.

As the water splashed and washed, the corner of his eye caught sight of the nearby toilet, and his brows gradually furrowed again.

“Today’s cleaning wasn’t thorough enough…” Klein murmured softly before abruptly sensing something wrong with himself.

As thoughts flashed, his powerful spiritual intuition quickly clarified the reason:

This was the aftereffect brought by using the Death Knell revolver!

Because he had already become a demigod, and his spirit body had undergone a qualitative transformation and possessed divinity, the corresponding negative effect had weakened by more than ninety percent. This time, it should originally have produced the terrifying weakness of “fear of dirt,” but instead it had become the “attribute” of…