Klein's first morning in Baekeland began with a pale fog, a low visibility sky, a cold and humid environment, cheap tea that cost one penny a liter, and two pieces of toast with inferior butter.
He busied himself for the entire morning. First, he went to the headquarters of the Baekeland Post in Cherwood Borough and spent thirty pounds to book a small advertisement for a month.
From Tuesday onwards, the loyal readers of the Baekeland Post would see a small notice on the crease between the seventh and eighth pages:
"Sherlock Moriarty, a private detective who specializes in handling all kinds of matters. Reasonable fees. Strictly abides by confidentiality. Lives at 15 Minsk Street, Cherwood Borough."
The reason why Klein didn't choose major newspapers like the Tussock Times or the Baekeland Daily, which covered the entire Rouen Kingdom, was that his business was temporarily limited to the city of Baekeland, and he didn't want to be too well-known.
Therefore, the Backlund Post, which was rather popular locally and didn't have expensive advertising fees, became his first choice.
After leaving the headquarters of the Baekeland Post, Klein held a map and bought different plant powders and silver flakes from various herb, floral, jewelry, and accessory shops to prepare for the ritual. Without any spirituality items, most mysticism materials could be bought from ordinary shops. However, they weren't gathered in one place, and he needed to go to many shops to gather them.
For this, Klein spent another five pounds. The 200 pounds he withdrew fell below the 100 mark, leaving him with only 92 pounds.
Spending money is like flowing water … Klein found a small restaurant nearby and ordered a steak with black pepper sauce that cost eight pence, mashed potatoes with pork sausages that cost 2.5 pence, coffee that cost one penny, vegetables that cost one penny, and as the total amount exceeded one soli, he added another penny and obtained a piece of bread that contained butter.
At one in the afternoon, he returned to 15 Minsk Street. Without resting, he first spent some time concocting Holy Night Powder with slumber flower, dragon blood grass, deep red sandalwood, mint, and other herbal powders. This was a material used to create a wall of spirituality.
Before buying a real silver ritual dagger, he could only make do with this method.
Klein guessed that he would have to advance to Sequence 7 to get rid of this restriction.
Phew, Miss Justice, Mr. The Hanging Man, and Mr. Sun haven't applied for leave yet. Today's gathering will be held on time … I wonder what surprises Mr. The Hanging Man will bring me, and how many pages of Rosell's diary will he provide … Klein of all sorts of thoughts as he lay on the bed in his bedroom.
To him, being a private detective was a career that combined earning money and taking action. it allowed him to come into contact with people from all walks of life. He could slowly discover the Beyonder circle in Baekeland, and gradually find clues to the Secret Order.
Of course, if he was lucky enough, he could even figure out what Sequence 7 Clown corresponded to in certain Beyonder circles and buy the corresponding potion formula and main ingredients.
As for Ince Zangwill's whereabouts, Klein wouldn't take the initiative to search for him for the time being. He might even have to avoid him a little. However, if he could accidentally discover this enemy without exposing himself, he didn't mind doing a good deed and anonymously sending a letter to the Church of the Evernight Goddess.
The income of a private detective can at most make a living. If I want to have enough money to buy the potion formula and Beyonder ingredients, I can first rely on Miss Justice. Secondly, I can make a certain investment. I can use the remaining 100 pounds in my anonymous account … Hmm, I can't touch the 92 pounds I have on me for the time being. Perhaps I won't have any money in my account for a long time … With this in mind, Klein suddenly sat up, went to the first floor, and began reading the various newspapers he had bought in passing.
These newspapers often published news, such as so-and-so having invented something and seeking investment, or so-and-so hoping to form a joint venture with others to do something.
Relying on his knowledge from Earth and his understanding of this era, Klein carefully selected the projects. Unfortunately, none of the guys today were very reliable.
At 2: 45 in the afternoon, he returned to his bedroom, locked the door, drew the curtains, and used Holy Night Powder to create a wall of spirituality.
Taking four steps counterclockwise and arriving above the gray fog, Klein sat on The Fool's high-back chair and extended his spirituality to touch the crimson star that symbolized the Sun in response to a prayer.
This is one of the few things that hasn't changed in my completely changed life … He suddenly sighed.
…
In a certain area outside the City of Silver, in a half-collapsed blackish-gray tower.
Nine members of the patrol team were gathered in front of a blazing fire, chatting about their experiences over the past few days.
There were also a few members guarding the periphery, guarding against any sudden attacks in the darkness.
Countless City of Silver Beyonders had taught them a lesson in blood:
Never let your guard down at all times. The monster in the darkness might be right behind you!
At night, when the frequency of lightning was very low, they had to maintain the burning of the flames and the illumination of the light. Once they completely fell into darkness, it wasn't impossible for everyone to disappear. No one could say for sure what kind of terrifying things would happen in the pure darkness, because the truth had broken through the limits of their imagination time and time again.
Derrick Berg maintained his reserved silence as he quietly listened to his companions recall the monster they had encountered, a humanoid monster with eyes all over its body.
In order to deal with this monster, their patrol team had paid the price of five injured and two seriously injured.
Suddenly, Derrick's vision blurred, and he felt himself surrounded by a thick gray fog.
And in the indescribable distance, deep within the gray fog, a blurry figure was sitting on an ancient high-back chair, looking down at him.
"Prepare for the gathering."
The Fool's voice echoed in Derrick's ears, but none of his teammates noticed it.
After retracting his gaze and observing his surroundings for more than ten seconds, Derrick moved to the edge of the fire. With his back against the broken wall and his side facing everyone, he pretended to be asleep.
Ever since he discovered that the members of the six-member council, Elder Lovia, were unable to discover the existence of Mr. Fool, he gradually believed that as long as he didn't carelessly expose any problems, he would be able to secretly head above the gray fog to participate in the Tarot Gathering even under the watchful eyes of everyone.
…
Baekeland, Empress Borough.
Audrey returned to her bedroom with the excuse of being tired.
She restrained her excitement and didn't pace back and forth. She sat quietly on the bed, waiting for Mr. Fool's summons.
Father was busy communicating with the other Councilors about the bills that were about to be submitted, and the Beyonder guards were no longer following me. Thank the Goddess, my life has finally returned to normal! Two weeks have passed. Mr. The Hanging Man must have prepared the pituitary gland of an adult Rainbow Salamander … I'm about to advance to Sequence 8.
Yes! Audrey's eyes sparkled as she thought.
To her, this was more exciting and anticipated than obtaining a bounty of 30,000 pounds and a large plantation worth at least 8,000 pounds!
Finally, she saw the familiar illusory crimson light surge out like a tidal wave and drown her.
…
On an ancient-looking sailboat.
Alger Wilson locked the door to the captain's cabin and sat behind the sextant and nautical notebook, constantly memorizing the contents written on the thick stack of paper in front of him.
After the investigation period, he, who had received the commendation from the upper echelons, didn't linger on the prosperity of Baekeland. He took the initiative to leave the metropolis and return to the sea, bringing with him a batch of secretly copied Rosell's diary.
After digesting the Seafarer potion, I'll be able to advance normally. My credit is enough to exchange for the formula and ingredients … But this will expose my knowledge of the "acting method." There are pros and cons … Alger shook his head as his mind wandered.
At that moment, he felt the summoning of The Fool, and the face of Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos suddenly appeared in his mind. His flesh and blood were rapidly rotting, and pieces of his face were falling off his face.
Alger instinctively lowered his head, allowing the crimson tide to devour him.
…
Above the gray fog, in the palace that looked like a giant's residence.
With his Spirit Vision activated, Klein examined Justice, The Hanging Man, and Sun to confirm their present state.
Just as Audrey was about to greet them happily, she suddenly saw The Hanging Man make a gesture and speak first.
"Mr. Fool, I've obtained a total of 19 pages of Rosell's diary."
"Here, I have to thank you for sending your adorer to help me get rid of Zillinges. These diary pages are the reward I should pay!"
19 pages? Not bad … Klein didn't speak further about the adorer as he smiled indifferently.
"This is the principle of equivalent exchange."
As expected of Mr. Fool … A pirate admiral with a mystical item isn't even worthy of "His" attention … From the looks of it, there's no need for me to mention the bounty … I wonder how many High-Sequence Beyonders Mr. Fool has … Audrey unknowingly began to use "His" name to refer to The Fool.
Upon hearing The Fool's answer, The Hanging Man Alger said humbly, "My current memory limit is six pages.
"My current memory limit is six pages. Please allow me to give it to you in several batches."
"No problem." Klein, who was shrouded in a thick gray fog, nodded slightly.
Sun looked at the diary pages conjured by The Hanging Man and was very curious about the contents.
With his previous experiences, he believed that the items that Mr. Fool was interested in definitely contained many mysteries.
He glanced at Miss Justice, and seeing that she didn't have the urge to ask, he cautiously maintained his silence.
Soon, the six pages of the diary were completed and arrived in Klein's hands.
Audrey and company began to wait quietly. They were already used to such matters.
Klein moved his gaze down and read the contents of the first page.
"16th December. I once again contacted the poor fellow who was trapped in the depths of the storm and lost in the darkness."
There's finally a follow-up to the previous page … Klein was delighted as he became even more focused.
"He called himself Mr. Door and attempted to teach me a complicated and difficult ritual to get me to help him return to the real World. He also promised to fulfill three of my requests."
"Does he think I'm stupid? I've lived for more than sixty years in both my lives. Can't I tell that this is the usual operation of an evil god or devil? "
"But the history of the Fourth Epoch that he described is really interesting."
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