Alright, although I don't need it anymore, I can give it to Susie. I can use it to exchange for other Beyonder ingredients … Hmm, Susie's potion is still lacking the spinal fluid of a Farsman Rabbit … There are some things that I can leave to Susie. It's much more convenient than doing it myself … Every great detective needs a good assistant. Yes, yes! Audrey quickly made a decision. To her, this wasn't something she particularly cared about.
After putting down the telegram, her joy subsided, and the worries of reality gradually emerged.
I still owe Mr. Fool information on the Secret Order, the mission to assassinate the Ambassador of Intis, and a request from his adorer … I finally understand what it feels like to be burdened with a heavy debt … Audrey, we can't delay any longer! Let's begin! The girl quietly clenched her fists, planning to find a pen and paper to write a letter to Viscount Glaint. She wanted him to arrange for her to meet with Xio and Fors as soon as possible and entrust the matter to them.
She picked up the fountain pen and dipped it in ink. Audrey suddenly stopped writing on her wrist.
She had just thought of a very critical problem, and that was that she knew very little about the Ambassador of Intis, Bakerland. Under such circumstances, it was easy to misjudge the difficulty. Either she couldn't find someone willing to accept the mission, or she would entrust it to an unsuitable person, causing the mission to face failure at the very beginning.
As for the price of inflating herself, that wasn't what she was concerned about. She believed that Mr. Fool's reward would be even better and more helpful to her.
After pondering for a moment, Audrey turned to the maid, Annie.
"Tell Countess Calia that I accept the invitation and will be on time for her ball tomorrow night."
Calia was the wife of Count Wolf, and her upcoming ball had invited ambassadors from various countries to Rouen, including Bakerland Jean Madan.
Audrey had originally wanted to use her illness as an excuse to reject the invitation, but now, she was filled with interest for the ball.
After observing Ambassador Bakerland and gathering enough information, she would meet Xio and Fors! Audrey suddenly felt the excitement of participating in a major event and beginning her dream of an adventurous life!
…
The capital of the Rorsted Archipelago, the City of Generosity, Bayam.
After returning to the real World, Alger Wilson changed into a set of flashy clothes from the Republic of Intis. He entered the alley from the back door of the hotel and took a detour through a few streets.
He stopped in front of a house without a garden or lawn, took out a common white hard shell mask, and put it on his face.
Then, he stretched out his hand and knocked on the door. There were three heavy knocks and two light knocks, with two long and two short intervals.
After waiting for more than ten seconds, the door creaked open. A man with a pirate bandana poked his head out and quickly looked around.
"Come in." The man stepped aside and said in a deep voice.
Alger didn't say anything and quietly walked into the house.
Clang!
The door suddenly closed.
…
At 15 Minsk Street, Klein opened the curtains and sat at his desk.
The information given to him by The Hanging Man from the Secret Order allowed him to know that the target was likely related to the Republic of Intis. At the same time, he recalled how The Hanging Man had described the Antigonus family — strange and terrifying.
Last night, the Beyonder who used the iron-black nematode to sneak into my room, peeked at the information, and left a warning was indeed a little strange … The Sequence chain that the Antigonus family controls is the Seer pathway of the Secret Order, so the two can be equated … In other words, I can make a guess that the Beyonder from last night was a member of the Secret Order, a spy for the Republic of Intis? Or perhaps he doesn't belong to the Secret Order, but obtained the corresponding formula and potion through the connection between the Republic of Intis and the Secret Order? Klein began to make bold assumptions and carefully seek confirmation.
This can explain why my Clown premonition didn't work when the strange iron-black nematode invaded. This stems from the suppression of a High-Sequence Beyonder of the same pathway … Of course, there's also the reason why the iron-black nematode didn't pose any real threat to me …
Similarly, it can also explain why an iron-black threadworm infiltrated my room that very night after I finished writing the report on Ian Wright. Furthermore, it went straight for my desk … The other party has the powers of a Seer, which makes the matter sufficiently logical …
After repeated deliberation, Klein felt that his guess was very likely close to the truth.
If it's really a High-Sequence Beyonder of the Seer pathway, what Sequence is he, and what's the name of the potion? To be able to control the iron-black nematode, could it be another powerhouse of the Circus, a Beast Tamer? Klein shook his head in a self-deprecating and amused manner.
Perhaps my subsequent potion formulas will be obtained from him … Is this the true meaning of the revelation I received from my divination? Baekeland is really a Land of Hope … Klein muttered to himself and began to consider what to do next.
He had already entrusted the mission of assassinating the Intis Ambassador, Bakerland, to completely eliminate any latent dangers. He had to avoid arousing suspicion, and he didn't have the ability to do so.
After leaking Ian Wright's whereabouts to both parties, he believed that Ambassador Bakerland wouldn't have the time to seek revenge on him in the short term, nor would he cause any additional trouble.
Finding the item he spoke of was obviously the thing he was most concerned about.
In other words, before that item is found, I'm safe. There's no need to be in a hurry to hire a powerful Beyonder bodyguard … Yes, even if there's any subsequent retaliation, the ambassador won't be able to hire a High-Sequence Beyonder to deal with me. It's neither economical nor necessary. After all, Baekeland isn't his home turf …
The greatest possibility is that I'll hand it over to the Beyonder who used the iron-black nematode to sneak into my room last night. He's at least a Sequence 7, or even a Sequence 6 or 5. He has sufficient strength and is familiar with the situation … When the time comes, I'll just hire a bodyguard according to this standard … I hope that before that, the ambassador will never be able to give any orders … Klein looked out the window at the fog that had finally dissipated, seemingly in a daze.
He decided to continue going to The Brave tonight. Firstly, it was to use Kaspars to make contact with other Beyonders and build a foundation for choosing a suitable bodyguard. Secondly, it was to find an opportunity to sell Meursault's Beyonder characteristic and raise some funds. Thirdly, it was to see if anyone was selling powerful mystical items to increase his strength. This was a plan that would never go out of date.
After making up his mind, Klein pretended to be leisurely flipping through the newspapers. He waited until the sky turned dark before slowly getting up and making himself tomato oxtail soup.
After having his fill, he drew the bedroom curtains as usual and decided not to open them for the night.
Following that, he summoned himself and responded to himself, becoming a special Spirit Body. He moved the Aztec copper whistle above the gray fog, Meursault's Beyonder characteristic, self-made charms, various materials, and tarot cards back to the real World, leaving behind only a few items like the blood-stained contract.
After doing all of this and equipping himself with the corresponding items, Klein's strength returned to its peak, and he once again became half a mysticism expert.
After adjusting his collar, he took his hat and cane and left 15 Minsk Street.
…
Iron Gate Street, inside The Brave.
Klein, who had exchanged a glass of beer for information, found Kaspars in a card room. He was playing Fight Evil while betting on a particular boxer outside. He was having a rather good time.
This familiar environment reminded Klein of the last time he met Marić, who was playing Texas with more than ten zombies. He was suddenly glad that he hadn't brought Aztec's copper whistle.
If I had brought the copper whistle that Mr. Aztec gave me back then, I reckon Marić's zombies would've rebelled on the spot and warmly "entertained" me … I wonder what his expression would've been like … Klein stood by the door and nodded at Kaspars Kalinin.
Kaspars covered his cards and cursed. He got up, walked to the door, and said in a low voice, "I'll take you to a place.
Although the people there aren't as good as Marić, they're rather powerful. As for whether you can make a deal, it has nothing to do with me. However, I have to warn you in advance not to anger them, or you might not be able to see the Sun tomorrow. Of course, it won't be easy to see the Sun in Baekeland after September. "
"Do I need to pay you?" Klein asked sincerely.
Kaspars nodded in satisfaction.
"Two pounds."
That's enough to buy a revolver at a weapon store … Although they'll price it at three pounds, they can basically bargain it down to about two pounds … Klein mumbled and gave Kaspars two one-pound notes.
Kaspars turned around and said to his mahjong friends. He then led Klein and limped to the bar's kitchen. From there, they entered the alley at the back and circled around to a house that was dimly lit.
He took out an iron mask that could only cover half his face and handed it to Klein with a chuckle.
He chuckled and said, "I'll take it as you bought it for two pounds."
I can buy a lot of them for two pounds … Klein wore the iron mask and deliberately messed up his hair.
Seeing that he was ready, Kaspars knocked on the door rhythmically.
Seven or eight seconds later, a small wooden panel on the door was suddenly pulled open, revealing a brown eye behind it.
After being scrutinized for a while, Klein finally saw the door open.
A man wearing an iron mask stood there and handed Klein a hooded robe. He said to Kaspars with a hoarse voice,
"Remember to tell me ahead of time next time. Otherwise, humph!"
He closed the door, turned around, and led Klein through the dark living room into the living room on the first floor.
There was a lit candle on the coffee table. The faint yellow light illuminated the entire room.
There were about ten people sitting on the sofa and chairs around the coffee table. They were all dressed in hooded robes and iron-colored masks.
After putting on his robe, Klein quietly found a chair in the corner and sat down. He heard a chubby man grumble.
He heard a chubby man complain, "Recently, there's been a group of wild beasts in the sewers. They've eaten a lot of the herbs I planted."
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