Qonas Kilgor, whose eyes were dark blue and eyes were nearly black, walked in front of Dawn Dantès with a cup of champagne in hand.
He smiled and said, "Your luck today is pretty good, and it's filled with courage."
If it's referring to the fact that after receiving a "bribe," he would often fold in the next round and would rather lose his blind bet, then it's not luck, but knowledge … As for other times, playing cards with you has almost used up all the luck Enuni has accumulated over the past few days … Klein gently shook the glass of pale gold wine in his hand and sighed with a smile.
"For a person who doesn't care about the outcome, there's naturally nothing to fear.
"Heh heh, praise the Lady!"
He was using Rouen's style of subtlety to indicate that he was mainly here to lose money. His good luck was a blessing from the gods, and it had nothing to do with him.
Qonas hadn't lost much tonight, just one or two hundred pounds. Although this was quite a lot compared to his salary on the surface, to a major general deputy director of MI9, a hidden demigod, his salary was the most negligible part of his income. Therefore, he didn't mind as he shook his head with a smile.
"Humans are always unable to see through the arrangements of fate.
"You're an interesting person. Nice to meet you."
His last sentence was half praise and half courtesy, indicating the end of the conversation.
However, the reason why Klein had "performed" the entire night was to get to know this demigod of the Black Emperor pathway. How could he give up just like that? He first replied, "Nice to meet you too." Following that, he asked in a seemingly casual manner.
Following that, he asked in a seemingly casual manner, "Your Excellency, do you know anything about the manor in the suburbs of Baekeland? It's best if it comes with a forest for hunting. "
According to the information he obtained from Miss Justice, Qonas Kilgor didn't like to host banquets, balls, and salons at his place, and he rarely accepted such invitations. It was unknown if it was due to his personality or his special position.
His hobbies were very simple. Firstly, he loved to smoke cigars, especially the Chieftain cigars produced in East Balam Michonte. It was publicly acknowledged as the best cigar in the World. Secondly, he loved to play cards, mainly in Texas. Thirdly, he loved to hunt. In autumn and winter, he often went to the outskirts of Baekeland, or even Awwa County, East Chester County, and other places to hunt.
Originally, Klein had planned on buying a manor purely to spend money to blend into high society. He didn't have such considerations, but after meeting Qonas Kilgor today, he added a corresponding request at the last minute, hoping to pique his interest. When the time came, he might even be able to invite the deputy director of MI9 to hunt in the suburbs and spend a pleasant weekend while seeking an opportunity to take action.
Qonas Kilgor drank a mouthful of champagne and thought for a moment.
"I'll help you keep an eye out. If there's anything suitable, I'll send someone over. Yes, it's Böklund Street, right? Yeah, I'll tell you when I get there. "
"Thank you very much," Klein replied sincerely.
At the same time, he pitied his former valet, Richardson, who had just become a butler's assistant. This young man, who yearned to improve himself, had been heading out early and returning late recently. He was gathering information on the manors in the outskirts of Baekeland for his employer. He wanted to see which ones met his requirements and which ones had the intention of being sold. He also did a field survey to ensure that every option submitted had no problems. He didn't want his employer to pick a manor from the information and specially send someone to find out that the manor wasn't for sale at all, or that the actual situation was vastly different from the description.
And after Klein adjusted his request at the last minute, all the work that Richardson had previously done would undoubtedly have to be redone.
Evil client … Hmm, after this is done, I'll get Taneja to raise his annual salary by five pounds. A butler's assistant naturally earns a little more than being a valet … Five pounds will be gone after one or two raises in today's card game … Richardson's annual salary is only enough to play a few rounds of cards … As Klein silently sighed, he suddenly sensed a gaze cast at him.
He looked back without hiding it and discovered that the person looking at him was Admiral Amyrius Rieveldt.
This old-fashioned and stern middle-aged man nodded slightly and retracted his gaze. He had no intention of communicating with Dawn Dantès, nor did he call for men to capture unaffiliated Beyonders. After all, he was considered a partner of the military, and it wasn't rare for a businessman or adventurer with extensive connections in the Southern Continent to chance upon a potion.
At this moment, Colonel Calvin and Member of Parliament Macht walked towards Dwayne Dantès with wine glasses in hand.
"How did this happen?" Calvin suppressed his voice and asked in exasperation.
As Dawn Dantès had won nearly a thousand pounds, he and Macht had no choice but to change their strategy in order to prevent Admiral Amyrius from losing money. They went from being cautious to being unrestrained, and they each lost a few hundred pounds, leaving them feeling the pinch.
As such, together with the others' losses, Admiral Amyrius eventually won two to three hundred pounds.
With regards to this, Klein threw up his hands.
"I didn't even see my cards!"
In other words, he was implying that this was purely the blessings of the various deities in the fate domain.
And up to now, the deities, angels, and hidden existences that had authority in the fate domain included, but were not limited to, the Evernight Goddess, The Fool, Snake of Mercury Will Auceptin, Pallez Zoroast, Blasphemer Amon, and Angel of Fate Ouroboros.
"This sure is a vexing matter." Macht shook his head with a bitter smile. "Calvin and I have lost so much that we don't even dare to return home."
They had lost about half of their annual income.
Dawn Dantès, who had white sideburns, revealed a surprised look when he heard that.
"When did you lose?"
He then pointed at the chips stacked in front of him and said, "I only managed to keep the first thousand pounds I bought.
"I only managed to keep the initial 1,000 pounds that I bought, the rest is yours."
Colonel Calvin and Macht were taken aback as they exchanged looks and revealed smiles.
"We were too nervous and miscalculated." Calvin nodded approvingly.
Klein chuckled and immediately diverted the topic. He began searching for supper on the coffee table beside him.
…
City of Silver, inside one of the twin towers.
After being summoned, Derrick Berg met the Chief of the six-member council, Colin Iliad.
"You said you have something to ask?" Colin, who had quite a few old scars on his face, looked at the youth who wasn't considered tall and asked calmly.
Derrick bowed and replied frankly, "Yes, Your Excellency.
My advancement to Priest of Light requires pure darkness, but once I enter the darkness, it will be very dangerous. I have no idea how to resolve this problem. "
Colin Iliad listened seriously and nodded.
"You need to confirm something. Is it pure darkness or lightless darkness? There's a huge difference between the two concepts.
"If it's the latter, you can obtain it at the dungeon at the bottom of the spire. You've been there for some time, so you should know what I'm talking about."
Derrick had a deep fear towards the dungeon at the bottom of the spire. This was because he had first met Blasphemer Amon there. Not only had he seen the mutated former captain of the exploration team, but he had also been parasitized. Unless necessary, he really didn't wish to recall it.
At this moment, after receiving the Chief's reminder, he slowly recalled the corresponding memories. He discovered that although every cell at the bottom of the spire had candles distributed, they could only wait for the guards to deliver food and medicine to them once they burned out. This wasn't frequent, with only three times a day. There was a long interval in between.
And it was in such an environment that the appearance of monsters or the disappearance of humans never happened.
Derrick remembered that there was a period of time when he guarded the lightless darkness without encountering any danger.
He thought for a while and hesitantly opened his mouth.
Is it this power that resists the tendency of the darkness to make people disappear and give birth to monsters?
Is it this power that resists the tendency of the darkness to make people disappear and give birth to monsters?
Colin Iliad looked at the two swords hanging cross-legged on the wall, nodded slightly, and sighed.
"Yes, that's why it's called lightless darkness. It's not pure darkness."
Derrick frowned bit by bit, as though he was recalling something.
After a few seconds, he said uncertainly, "That's right.
"If that's the case, then the darkness at the bottom of the spire isn't pure darkness. Many historical records state that the night before the Dark Age wouldn't make people disappear like evaporation, nor would it give birth to monsters. The darkness now must have mutated, or some other power has mixed together, which is why it's so dangerous."
"That's right. To be able to connect the dots, it means that you've improved … That's why I'm asking you. Do you need pure darkness or lightless darkness?" Colin's light blue eyes revealed a hint of wistfulness.
This … Could it be that pure darkness only exists outside the Forsaken Land of the Gods? Derrick felt dejected before he perked up again.
"Your Excellency, I'm not too sure either. I'll need some time to confirm it."
He believed that the knowledgeable, experienced, and powerful Mr. The Hanging Man, Mr. World, and the other Tarot members would be able to find a good solution.
Colin Iliad didn't ask further as he nodded.
"Go ahead.
"At Sequence 5, even if you aren't able to become a demigod for a very long time, you will still have a chance of wielding certain Sealed Artifacts."
…
Baekeland, Hillston Borough. Xio had changed into a brown jacket and wore a cap, pretending to be an ordinary short man.
She had officially accepted the mission and began to follow and investigate the gentleman named Ernes Boyar. And there were a few bounty hunters participating in this mission.
Ernes Boyar adjusted his top hat and pointed ahead with his cane. He instructed the carriage driver.
He instructed the carriage driver, "To St. George Borough."
That was southeast of Baekeland, separated from East Borough by the Tussock River.
After getting on the carriage and getting seated, Ernes sniffled and looked out the window before suddenly snorting.
As a Sanguine Viscount, how could he not discover the tracking of a lousy bounty hunter?
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