Baekeland, Empress Borough, in the northwestern suburbs. It took more than an hour to reach by carriage. Maygur Manor was built along the Tussock River. The surrounding scenery was beautiful, and the interior was lush with flowers and trees.
Speaking of which, it was strange. Baekeland was perennially rainy, with relatively little sunlight. However, its suburbs were always covered in thin clouds and bright sunlight. Despite not being far from each other, there were two completely different types of weather. Among them, the northwestern suburbs were the most obvious. It was even one of the most famous grape growing grounds in the Northern Continent. And if one traveled along the Tussock River from this area for another fifty kilometers northwest, the weather would be similar to that of Baekeland.
Such a situation left meteorologists puzzled. They couldn't find a suitable theory to explain the reason, but Klein had a vague guess.
In the Fourth Epoch, this was the capital of the Tudor-Telun Sostel United Empire. Blood Emperor Alista had also completely abandoned his humanity here and became a crazy deity. Therefore, it was normal for the weather and terrain to be permanently altered in a small area. Leonard Mitchell had mentioned this information during their free exchange in the Tarot.
Furthermore, as a place with a long history, it was unknown how many ancient ruins were buried in this Land of Hope. They might very well have an invisible influence on the weather.
The carriage drove into Maygur Manor and passed by the fountain and a small garden surrounded by the main house before stopping outside the main entrance.
Just as Klein alighted from the carriage with Butler Walter, he saw the manor steward, Richardson, leading two rows of male and female servants. They were standing by the door, waiting for their employer.
Compared to 160 Böklund Street, there were more servants here, but they were all second-class servants and below.
Looking at Richardson, who was dressed neatly and looked brand new, Klein smiled and nodded.
"Well done."
Without waiting for Richardson's response, he took off his hat and handed it to his valet, Enuni, along with his cane.
He directly asked, "Is the living room for ladies to chat and play cards ready?"
"It's ready. There are poker, tarot, and some board games. Common musical instruments like pianos and violins have also been moved in," Richardson answered smoothly.
Klein passed through the door and nodded slightly.
"What about the gentlemen's smoking room?"
"Same as the ladies. It's on the second floor of the main building, separated by five rooms." Richardson didn't need the manor's servants to remind him. He didn't even think before giving the answer.
In order to ensure that nothing went wrong with his employer's first hunting expedition, he asked about every trivial matter. Although he was exhausted, he was extremely excited.
Klein then asked about the dinner and the guest rooms and confirmed that everything was in order.
Before long, the first batch of guests arrived after Maygur Manor changed its name to Dantès.
It was Macht and his family!
"This place is much bigger than my elk manor." Macht smiled as he took off his coat and handed it to his servant as he praised. "I've always heard that the wine brewed by Maygur is excellent, but I've never had the chance to taste it. I can finally satisfy my curiosity today."
"I hope I won't disappoint you." Klein smiled modestly.
As a famous vineyard in the Northern Continent, the quality of champagne, red wine, and white wine in the northwestern suburbs of Baekeland were all of high quality. However, most of the manors here belonged to nobles, and the self-brewed alcoholic beverages were basically not sold to the public. Therefore, almost no one in the market had heard of it. Only people from the upper class or those close to this circle knew about the situation.
Maygur was one of the most representative estates in this area. The wine they brewed was widely praised in the circle, and the red wine of special years was even sold for hundreds of pounds per bottle by collectors.
However, in order for Klein to purchase such a manor for 20,000 pounds, he had to agree to certain conditions. The Duke Of Negan would send people to take away all the special vintage wines.
Macht knew this very well, and he didn't have any hopes of tasting the collectible wine. He smiled when he heard that.
When he heard that, he said with a smile, "You can open a few more bottles and pour me a tiny cup. Let me judge which vintage is the most outstanding."
As a member of high society, he had indeed never drunk Maygur Manor's alcohol. The reason was simple. He was a New Party Member of Parliament, and the Duke Of Negan was the main financier of the Conservative Party.
"No problem." Klein immediately agreed as he swept his gaze across Hazel's face.
Compared to July or August, this girl was clearly a lot more cheerful. She no longer cowered when meeting strangers. She even refused to participate in banquets and balls. This made people who knew her well believe that she was ill.
And this was all thanks to Justice Audrey. When she met Dawn Dantès at the Rouen Charity Bursary Foundation, she had mentioned twice that she had recently met Miss Hazel Macht.
Such a conversation didn't seem problematic at first glance. This was because Hazel was someone Audrey and Dantès were familiar with. She was someone from their social circles, so it was very normal to seek topics of conversation from a friend. However, Klein understood Miss Justice's hint. He understood that she was referring to the fact that he had met Hazel twice at a ball and a banquet, and that he had undergone two follow-up treatments.
After settling in the Macht family's rooms, Klein welcomed the second batch of guests for the weekend hunt.
Major General Qonas Kilgor had told him ahead of time that he would be bringing a friend.
This friend was someone Klein knew, but he didn't know Dawn Dantès. He was a steam-powered car magnate, Framis Cage. He was also the main investor of the bicycle project. With the help of a lawyer he suspected to be a Lawyer, he had bought an additional 10% of the shares from Sherlock Moriarty at a low price.
Since it's related to a Lawyer, it's understandable that he's a friend of the Earl of The Fallen … Klein smiled as he went forward and hugged Qonas and Framis Cage.
"Welcome."
He then took a step back and said to Framis, who was a quarter Feysac. He was tall and fat, and his eyes were very blue.
"I heard that your steam-powered car is very famous. Why didn't you drive it here?"
Before Framis could answer, the tough-looking Qonas Kilgor said with a smile, "No, you don't understand him.
He won't let go of any opportunity to showcase his steam-powered car.
"However, that car is too heavy. On the way here, it sank into the soil and couldn't be pulled out. Thankfully, I don't believe in his tricks. I rode the carriage myself and followed behind. Otherwise, he would have to walk the rest of the way on foot."
"The main problem is that our roads are too poor. They need to be renovated and rebuilt, just like how a steam-powered train needs to lay down its tracks!" Framis retorted and shrugged at Klein. "I was planning on getting some investments from you. Haha, let's talk about it in the future."
In the past, you were the one who invested in us, but now, you're asking me for investments … Only then did Klein realize something. He was considered a rather famous tycoon in the upper echelons of the kingdom!
He had donated shares worth more than 10,000 pounds, bought an expensive manor, and established ties with the military. It was obvious that he was rich!
But in fact, my total assets are only fifty to sixty thousand pounds. It might only be a tenth of Miss Justice's wealth … I wonder when I'll become a tycoon with a million pounds … Amidst his self-deprecation, Klein thought for a moment and said, "It's fine.
I'm very interested in the combination of machinery and steam. I can take a look at your steam-powered car when I'm free. "
"It's great." Framis immediately laughed. "If I didn't know that you had donated a large amount of wealth to the Church of Evernight, I would've thought that you were a believer of steam."
After all, I've once drawn a triangular Sacred Emblem on my chest … Klein didn't continue the topic, afraid that Qonas would discover his intentions.
He pointed at the staircase.
"Why don't we try the cigar collection in the smoking room?
"Only after I bought this manor did I know that there's a room built to store cigars. It's constant in temperature and humidity. However, as you know, I can smoke, but I don't like it."
"That's right. Is there a Chief?" A smile suffused Qonas Kilgor's face.
"Of course." Klein gave an affirmative answer.
There was only one reason why he actively held hunting activities — to hunt the major general and deputy director of MI9. Therefore, he had considered the other party's preferences in every aspect.
However, Klein wasn't in a hurry to take action during this hunt. This was because he still lacked a sufficient understanding of Qonas Kilgor, a man who had concealed his demigod strength. He still needed to grasp his preferences, level of vigilance, and the items he carried with him during the various gatherings and hunts.
As a Magicians, Klein didn't perform unprepared!
…
In a particular house in Cherwood Borough.
Fors put down the book in her hand and looked at Xio, who was pacing around the activity room.
She couldn't help but ask, "What are you vexed about?"
Xio glanced at her.
"I'm vexed over whether to immediately inform MI9 of Viscount Stratford's close contact with an unfamiliar woman, or to keep it a secret until there are further developments."
"Why keep it a secret?" Fors first asked before answering herself. "Viscount Stratford is related to your father's death, but you usually don't have the chance or strength to confront him. You're afraid of exposing yourself and affecting your mother and brother. And now, he might have met with an accident because of that unfamiliar woman. He's in a relatively easy state to deal with. This is your chance. That's why you're hesitating, right?" “
Xio fell silent for a moment.
"Yes."
Fors closed the book and stared into her friend's eyes.
She said seriously, "Since you're hesitating, it means that you're already leaning towards it."
Xio slowly nodded.
"Yes."
Fors combed her slightly curled long hair, stood up, and extended her right hand.
"I already know of your decision. Oh, do you need help?"
Seeing Xio hesitate without an answer, she laughed.
"I'm a Sequence 6 Beyonder!"
Without waiting for Xio to speak, she looked around.
"If you're worried, we can still seek additional help."
What she meant was that she wanted to seek help from members on the Tarot.
Xio thought for a moment and exhaled.
"There's no need for the time being. Let's give it a try first. Uh, let's head out now and continue monitoring Viscount Stratford."
"Now?" Fors was taken aback. "Alright, but before that, I'll use the crystal ball to do some astrology to confirm the level of danger."
After some work, she held the pure crystal ball in one hand.
"There's a certain level of danger."
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