On Tuesday morning, Klein, who had woken up naturally, prepared two pieces of toast, a piece of butter, a serving of bacon, and a cup of coffee. He leisurely read the newspaper as he had his breakfast.
With the terrifying Language of Foulness charm, he felt a lot more at ease. He was no longer as tense as before.
Whoosh. Klein finished flipping through the Baekeland Post and picked up the Tussock Times. He saw a piece of news on the second page:
"At two o 'clock in the morning today, there was an intense gunfight in East Borough's Red Brick Alley. According to the police, it may have involved a conflict between two gangs. One of them is the infamous Zmanger gang."
Zmanger gang … East Borough's Red Brick Alley … Klein suddenly had an idea. He left the dining table and found a map of Baekeland.
With a glance, he discovered that Red Brick Alley wasn't far from White Rum Street. And Ian Wright had once appeared at the telegraph office on White Rum Street.
Red Brick Alley is where Ian Wright is hiding? The intense conflict was between the military's special department and the Intis Society's intelligence personnel? I wonder what the outcome will be … Klein forked the last piece of bacon, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly.
He had "told" both parties about the situation he had divined yesterday morning, and they had locked onto Ian's location that very night. They were quite efficient.
After taking a sip of coffee, Klein put down the newspaper and fell into deep thought.
Suddenly, he heard the doorbell ringing, echoing incessantly.
"Who is it?" Klein wiped his mouth with a napkin and walked to the door in puzzlement.
Could it be a new commission? I've been running around for the past few days because of the Intis Ambassador's matter. I don't know how many commissions I've missed and how many potential clients I've lost … It's a complete waste of my advertising money … If this continues, my finances will be stretched … Klein thought of many things as he reached out to open the door.
Two ladies stood outside. One was Mrs. Sammer, dressed rather formally in a morning gown. Her face was exquisitely made-up, and she looked even more dainty than she did at home. She did not look at all like she was in her thirties. The other wore a wide-brimmed hat with black gauze, and her dress was darker and puffier.
"Detective Moriarty, I have a friend who wishes to receive your help." Stelyn Sammer held her veil hat in her hand, her blue eyes without a hint of a smile.
"Please come in." Klein pointed at the living room and took the opportunity to fasten the top button of his shirt and straighten his black vest.
Stelyn nodded slightly and didn't say another word. She led the lady with the black veil into the room.
She was very familiar with the place. Without Klein's reminder, she easily found the sofa and sat down.
Klein was about to ask a question, but thinking of Stelyn Sammer's style, he asked with a smile, "What's the matter?
"Coffee or tea?"
In his eyes, Mrs. Sammer was a lady who sought quality of life and displayed a sense of superiority.
"There's no need." The other lady took off her wide-brimmed hat with a black gauze.
Her facial features looked good on their own, but when put together, they were disappointing. In addition, her cheekbones were too high, making her look much older than her actual age.
A bit of anger, a bit of sadness, a bit of hesitation, a bit of fear … Klein read the lady's emotions.
It wasn't that he suddenly had the ability to attract a Spectator, but that she was making it too obvious.
"That's right. Neither coffee nor black tea can solve the problem." Stelyn mimicked the posture in the magazine and tried her best to make herself look more elegant. "This is Mrs. Mary Gale. She's a shareholder of the Coim Company."
"Mrs. Gale, what would you like to entrust me with?" Klein sat on the single-seater sofa, leaned forward slightly, and rested his arms on his thighs.
"Don't call me Mrs. Gale. Just call me Mary." Mary Gale pursed her lips and said, "I wish for you to tail my husband and confirm if he has a mistress. It's best if you can obtain concrete evidence."
Due to the years of active promotion by the Church of the Evernight Goddess, the Kingdom of Rouen's marriage laws were more radical than countries like Feysac, Intis, and Lenburg. It stipulated that those who betrayed their marriage had to pay a monetary price. In other words, they were at an absolute disadvantage when it came to the division of property.
I heard that at least four out of ten private detectives' commissions are to investigate extramarital affairs … I never expected to encounter one … Klein deliberated and said, "Concrete evidence isn't easy to obtain."
"Concrete evidence isn't easy to obtain."
"I'll lend you the latest portable camera," Mary answered without hesitation. "As long as you can obtain the evidence, I'll pay you ten pounds. If it's just to confirm if he has a mistress, you'll only get three pounds."
Are you referring to the so-called portable camera that's two-thirds the size of my head? Ten pounds, that's not a low price … Klein had been paying attention to entrepreneurship recently, so he had some understanding of the latest cameras.
He hesitated for two seconds.
"Alright."
"But you have to provide detailed information on your husband, as well as his activities."
"… No problem!" Mary was stunned for a second before she mustered all her strength and said.
"Thank you for your help. I hope you won't tell anyone about this," Stelyn exhorted.
Upon hearing this, Klein immediately sighed.
"I'm a person who has a lot of principles of confidentiality. I often get into trouble because of this."
…
In the hall of Count Wolf's house, men and women were dancing to the melody played by violins.
Audrey was holding a glass of pale golden champagne when she "coincidentally" bumped into the Republic of Intis's ambassador to Rouen, Bakerland Jean Madan.
"You're the most beautiful lady I've ever seen." Bakerland, whose face was thin and had some stubble on it, politely kissed the back of Audrey's white-gloved hand. His gaze was passionate and bold.
Audrey's eyes darted around as she chuckled.
"Is this the way people with Intis speak?"
"Yes, we're never stingy with our praise for beautiful things." Bakerland chuckled. "If it weren't for the culture of the Kingdom of Rouen, I might've called you my angel."
Old pervert … Audrey maintained her elegant smile.
"The people of Rouen and Intis are indeed different."
"Heh, this reminds me of a joke. Please allow me to be presumptuous." Bakerland squinted his eyes and said, "After spending a beautiful moment with a beautiful lady, most Rouen men will say, 'Oh, darling, I want a cigarette,' while most Intis men will say …"
He deliberately paused. Audrey tilted her head slightly, endured the nausea, and pretended to be ignorant.
"What will they say?"
"Most Intis men will say, 'Oh, darling, I have to go back. I can't be discovered by my wife.'" Bakerland raised his glass and smiled.
"… People who can laugh at themselves always have an extra charm." Audrey smiled politely.
Her beautiful, crystalline green eyes suddenly looked behind Ambassador Bakerland.
"Sorry, a friend is looking for me."
"It's been a pleasure chatting with you." Bakerland bowed and moved to the side.
Audrey walked forward with graceful steps, never once looking back.
Just as she was considering who to use as an excuse, a young gentleman came over and warned her in a low voice,
"Audrey, don't be fooled by that Ambassador Bakerland. He's an old lecher! Who knows how many ladies he's tricked into sleeping with him. "
Bakerland is lustful? This is consistent with my observations … This is a weakness … Audrey turned her eyes and smiled, not hiding her disdain.
"Kance, do you have some misunderstanding about me? Goddess, how could I be fooled by that Ambassador Bakerland? His perfume makes me want to vomit. His words are so filthy, and his taste is like a male peacock. "
Kance was Viscount Leersson's youngest son, and his family had a good relationship with the Hall family.
According to Audrey's understanding, after Kance graduated from Tingen University, he joined MI9 and became mysterious.
Her original plan was to chat with Ambassador Bakerland for a while and observe him up close. Then, she would use her anger at him as an excuse to ask Kance and other friends who had stepped into the intelligence world for more information. To her surprise, Kance Leersson came over himself without her looking for him and took the initiative to start a relevant topic.
"Your feelings aren't wrong." Kance revealed a heartfelt smile, looked around, and whispered, "Besides, Bakerland is a very dangerous guy."
"How dangerous is it?" Audrey asked curiously in response.
"You've heard of Beyonders, right? I know you've always been interested in this area, "Kance said after some deliberation.
Audrey nodded lightly.
"I know quite a lot, most of it was told to me by Glaint."
Kance looked at Bakerland, who was chatting with an upper-class lady, and said with a heavy expression, "He's the head of intelligence for Intis in the kingdom.
"He's the head of Intis's intelligence agency in the kingdom. He's done quite a number of bad deeds, but we've never obtained any useful evidence. He's a Sequence 6 Conspirer."
He didn't go into too much detail with Audrey, who was an outsider. He didn't mention that Conspirer belonged to the Hunter pathway.
However, Audrey was already aware of this. She pretended to be naive and sighed.
"He's really impressive!"
"He has a secret assistant who might have reached Sequence 5. In addition, all the intelligence personnel for Intis in the kingdom are under his management, and there are quite a few Beyonders among them. Unfortunately, we only have a few at the moment …" Kance briefly mentioned, "Even if Bakerland praises you, don't be happy. This isn't his true thoughts. He just wants to use this opportunity to obtain more information."
I don't like hearing that … Audrey looked up at the gorgeous chandelier and thought for a few seconds.
"Is Bakerland smart? You've never obtained any evidence against him … "
"He's indeed good at plotting conspiracies, but he also has quite a few problems. He likes to chase after women, likes the feeling of romance, takes risks, and is rather radical. If it weren't for his identity as an ambassador preventing us from carrying out many of our operations, he would've long been arrested." Kance curled his lips and said, "However, he'll be replaced soon, very soon."
"Why?" Audrey asked in surprise.
"My dear beautiful lady, this isn't something you should know." Kance insisted on the principle of confidentiality.
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