"No, we don't …" Before Klein could finish his rebuttal, Baansen interrupted with a smile, "Although Elizabeth is indeed a little young, and her family situation is much better than ours, I think the two of you are quite suitable. However, you might have to wait a few more years. She's studying at a public school, and her goal is to enter a university. Marriage is at least six or seven years later. Of course, you can get engaged first."
… Can you not think so far ahead … Klein took a deep breath and said, "I don't like Elizabeth.
Well, to be precise, I don't like girls who are much younger than me. I like girls who are more mature. "
Actually, I can accept it as long as it's reasonable, but not now … He added helplessly in his heart.
"You like girls who are more mature?" Melissa frowned slightly. "Then you have to solve your marriage problem as soon as possible."
Ah? Klein found it difficult to understand his sister's jumpy train of thought.
He asked blankly, "Why?"
Melissa explained very seriously, "By the time you have saved enough money for your future marriage, you will be almost twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Girls who are more mature than you are at that age are either married or engaged. Are you going to pursue a widow?"
What the heck is this … Klein replied in Mandarin inwardly with a blank expression.
Baansen smiled and retorted his sister, "Melissa, you don't understand.
"Melissa, you don't understand. In today's middle class, it's not rare to see women in their thirties who aren't married or engaged. Most of them are believers of the Goddess, and most of them have the ability to live a good life for themselves. They would rather be single than accept an unsatisfactory marriage. Uh, I saw it in the Family magazine."
"Is that so?" Melissa was only a sixteen-year-old girl after all. She didn't know much about such matters.
Seeing that his brother and sister were getting more and more interested in the conversation, Klein coughed and said,
"When I say mature, I'm referring to the state of mind. It doesn't have to be older than me. Besides, the one who should be more worried about marriage is Baansen."
Sorry, Brother, I have no choice … He silently apologized in his heart.
"…" Melissa was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily. "Yes!"
Baansen had wanted to talk about the marriage problems of the middle class in detail, but he suddenly shivered and looked at his sister who was staring at him.
"I'm at a turning point in my life. I need to put all my energy into my studies. Only when I have a satisfactory job and a certain amount of savings will I have the confidence to pursue the woman I like and give her a good enough life."
Klein and Melissa were stunned for a moment before they blurted out at the same time.
"Do you have a lady in mind?"
Baansen, who had only spoken perfunctorily, was instantly shocked. He quickly shook his head.
"No!"
"I'm just giving an example!"
…
Baekeland, Hillston Borough, in a dark and gloomy house.
In front of an unlit fireplace, a middle-aged man with white hair at his temples held a dark-colored pipe as he sat in a rocking chair. He looked deeply at the guests on the sofa.
He was the owner of the place, Eichinger Stanton, a very famous private detective in a small circle. However, he didn't set up a firm and had only hired an assistant to help him.
Dressed in a white shirt and black vest, Eichinger brought the pipe to his mouth and inhaled in an intoxicated manner before slowly exhaling.
"The consultation fee for half an hour is one pound. If I were you, I definitely wouldn't waste a single second."
The two ladies on the sofa were none other than Fors Wall and Xio Derecha. They had gathered information on Rear Admiral Hurricane Zillinges and planned on hiring a detective who was good at deductive reasoning to help them summarize the target's behavior patterns.
Of course, they hid Zillinges's name and changed the description of the Beyonder content.
Xio Derecha looked at Isengard, who had a thin, angular face and dark blue eyes. She passed the folder in her hand to Isengard's assistant, a brown-haired young man with gold-rimmed glasses and a capable temperament.
"Mr. Detective, I hope that you can find the target's behavior patterns in Baekeland from the information."
Although she wasn't tall, when Xio Derecha sat up straight and spoke in a deep voice, the authority she exuded made one involuntarily want to obey her.
Eichinger gave her a deep look, took the folder from her assistant, untied it, and pulled out the information inside.
He put down his pipe and focused on reading, one page after another, not missing anything.
More than ten minutes later, the white-haired gentleman slowly tapped the armrest.
"The target has a paranoid fondness for the wind … Then, in the Capital of Dust, Baekeland, he definitely wouldn't choose an area with heavy pollution to live in for a long period of time. That is to say, he might live in Empress Borough, West Borough, Hillston Borough, Cherwood Borough, or the outskirts of North Borough …
"The target is a mentally ill serial killer. Every other day, he murders a living person … A reasonable method would be to target homeless vagrants. In Baekeland, even the police don't know how many vagrants there are …
"The target's area of residence isn't too close to places like East Borough or Baekeland Bridge where there are many vagrants, nor would it be too far … Frequently searching for victims in the vicinity is a sign of immaturity. This doesn't match your description … And if he spends a long period of time to find the target he wants to murder, the target might not be able to control his desires and commit a crime when it's easy to expose himself …
"The target is an experienced sailor with outstanding ability to move around in the water … A reasonable deduction is that he doesn't live too far from the river. If he encounters an accident, that would be the best choice for him to escape safely …"
…
"In summary, we can outline the target's area of activity. He lives not far from the Baekeland Bridge area. Considering the two banks of the Tussock River in West Borough and Cherwood Borough …"
…
"The information you provided can only deduce this much."
Although I don't quite understand it, it seems to make sense … Xio and Fors exchanged looks and nodded solemnly. They put away the information and got up to bid farewell.
As he watched his assistant send the two ladies off, the grizzled Eichinger took out a brass accessory from his vest pocket. It was a pocket-sized, open book. In the middle of the book was a vertical eye.
Eichinger rocked his rocking chair slightly as he stroked the accessory and muttered to himself,
"Zillinges has infiltrated Baekeland?"
…
Pritz Harbor, in a certain basement.
"The Hanging Man" Alger sat on a chair, coldly looking at the man squirming and struggling in front of him.
The man was dressed like a sailor, and his head was completely covered in a light blue film of water. His face was purplish-red from the suffocation.
His hands kept clawing at his face, but all he could do was fling out drops of liquid.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and gave a signal of submission.
The corners of Alger's mouth curled up as he casually clapped his hands.
The light blue film of water immediately disintegrated, turning into raindrops that fell to the ground.
The sailor gasped for air and coughed violently, coughing so hard that it tore his heart and shattered his lungs.
When the man calmed down, Alger leaned back slightly and mimicked The Fool's calm and indifferent tone.
"Tell me, why did Zillinges go to Baekeland?"
"H-he's there to complete a commission, but I'm not sure what it is exactly." The pirate completely lost the will to resist as he answered honestly and frankly, "I only know the benefits he might receive. Zillinges once proudly mentioned in front of us that if this matter goes smoothly, he will obtain an item he has been dreaming of for a long time. The Four Kings of the pirates will also become the Five Kings."
An item he has been dreaming of for a long time? Alger frowned and fell into deep thought.
…
On Monday morning, Klein still didn't rest. He continued according to his plan and investigated the houses with red chimneys in Tingen City.
Unfortunately, he still didn't find his target this time.
He returned home at noon, heated up the leftovers from the previous night, ate a loaf of oatmeal bread, and then slept for an hour.
At forty minutes to two, Klein put down the book in his hand, sealed his bedroom with his spirituality, and once again entered the mysterious space above the gray fog.
He casually sat at the seat of honor at the long bronze table. Ignoring the frequency of Sun's heartbeat, he reached out his right hand and gave an early response.
Inside the City of Silver.
Derrick Berg was sweating on the training field when his vision suddenly blurred. He saw the heavy gray fog and The Fool sitting on a high-back chair in the depths of the fog.
He froze for a moment, then immediately stopped moving and lowered his head.
When the "illusion" disappeared, he silently counted his heartbeats, held his silver sword, and quickly walked to the resting area.
After a thousand heartbeats, he had already locked himself in a private washroom.
After waiting for another ten breaths, he saw a dark red light surge from the void and drown him in an instant.
Above the gray fog, Klein leaned back in his chair and tapped his left molar twice, quietly activating his Spirit Vision.
He saw that deep within Sun's Ether Body, the mottled colors had become pure like the first rays of dawn.
He smiled and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Bard."
At the same time, he also noticed that the resplendent stars behind Derrick's high-back chair were moving rapidly, reorganizing into a symbol that symbolized Sun.
It naturally changed without my will, just like a conditioned reflex … Hmm, other than the palace, the long table, and the chair, the other conjured objects can't be preserved after I leave this place … They're very special … There sure are many secrets above the gray fog … Klein looked at everything in front of him thoughtfully.
He lowered his head again and replied humbly, "This is all thanks to your help.
"This is all thanks to your help. This is just the beginning."
He wasn't surprised that The Fool could tell that he had consumed the potion.
At this moment, Klein took out his silver pocket watch, opened it, and chuckled.
"Then, let's begin the gathering. Remember, it'll be about the same frequency after this. Hmm, or should I say, interval."
As he spoke, he established a connection with the crimson stars that symbolized Justice and The Hanging Man. He pulled the two members back into the magnificent palace that looked like a giant's residence.
Audrey had just gotten a clear look at the scene in front of her when she immediately greeted him in a brisk tone, "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool. I still have a page of Emperor Roselle's diary."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Sun. Did you get the Telepathist formula?"
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