Wednesday morning, Cherwood Borough, opposite the Coim Company.
Klein sat on a long wooden bench outside the Gardeley department store. He held a paper bag in one hand, which contained the most famous Xin's Desi pies in the area, and a cup of sweet iced tea in the other.
Beside him, a homeless man was curled up on the other side of the bench, sleeping. However, he was woken up by the mall's security staff ten minutes later and chased away.
Klein wore gold-rimmed glasses with mediocre lenses and a half top hat. He looked no different from most of the gentlemen walking around.
He leisurely looked at the Coim Company across the road, raised his right hand, and took a big bite of the Xin's Desi pies. He felt the rich meaty juices and a lingering aftertaste.
The reason why these pies from Desi Bay could stand out among the many pies in the south was because they were generous in using fat and oil. However, they were chopped into small pieces, so the fat and lean meat were mixed together without being greasy.
The rich meaty juices soaked into the outer crust, neutralizing the dryness and making up for the flaws, allowing the wheat fragrance to be clearly displayed. As for the small pieces of apple, it stimulated one's appetite with a slightly sour and sweet taste, dissolving the oily taste.
It's alright … Although Baekeland's weather isn't good and it's heavily polluted, it's far better than Tingen in other aspects. Different cuisines from different places can be found. All kinds of operas and plays can be seen as long as one isn't afraid of spending money … Although one might not necessarily eat or watch them, at least one has the right to choose. That's the benefit of a metropolis … Klein raised his cup of sweet iced tea and took a comfortable sip.
His gaze never left the Coim Company's entrance. For the sake of the ten pounds, he had been sitting there since eight. He had bought his breakfast on the way.
Of course, for most private detectives, earning ten pounds from a single commission was definitely an enviable business. It was equivalent to about three weeks of a typical middle-class person's salary!
According to the information provided by Mary Gail, her husband was currently the first manager of the Coim Company and was Luke Sammer's superior. However, the shares they held in the Coim Company came from Mary's father and were inherited by her.
One of the immediate reasons she suspected her husband of having a mistress was that an employee in the company had told her that Doragu Gail left the office alone every Wednesday and Friday morning and did not return until the afternoon. Also, he left work early two days a week, and Mary had never seen her husband step into the house before seven o'clock.
After breakfast, Klein waited for more than an hour before he finally saw his target walk out of the Coim Company.
He wore a black top hat, a double-breasted coat, and a standard bow tie. He was slightly plump, with light yellow sideburns, slightly brown eyes, and a slightly long face.
Doragu Gail … Klein repeated the target's name in his mind. He stood up, picked up his cane and the heavy portable camera, and walked to the other side.
Doragu did not let his coachman pick him up. He stood by the roadside and looked around for a rental carriage.
Seizing this opportunity, Klein crossed the road and came to his side. He pretended to be careless and bumped into him.
"Sorry, I'm looking for the way." Klein lowered his head and apologized.
Doragu immediately frowned, but he maintained his silence and waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing.
Klein hurriedly bowed and walked towards the end of the street.
When he bumped into Doragu, it wasn't to steal his belongings so that he could use the dowsing rod technique to easily follow him. It would be too easy to be discovered.
At the instant of the collision, Klein only did one thing. It was to take out the spare button of his double-breasted coat and, with the agility of a Clown, secretly stuff it into one of the target's decorative pockets.
After turning the corner, he stopped and looked back, just in time to see Doragu board a rental carriage.
Klein was in no hurry to follow him. He waited patiently for a few minutes before slowly boarding another carriage and said to the coachman, "Follow my instructions.
"Follow my directions. Go to the end of this street first."
"Alright." The coachman didn't ask why.
Inside the carriage, Klein propped himself up with his cane and began divining.
However, his divination statement didn't point to Doragu Gale. Instead, it became "the whereabouts of the spare button of my coat!"
The dowsing rod technique's original and most practical use was to search for items. Only a Seer could use it to search for people. This time, Klein restored it to its original form.
And the most convenient and easiest item to find was the type of item that belonged to him!
Along the way, Klein constantly got the coachman to adjust the direction and finally arrived at a house facing the street in Hillston Borough. When he circled around, he noticed that there was a garden and lawn behind the house. It was different from the typical house.
His "dowsing rod" told him that Doragu Gail was in the house.
After paying the fare of two soli, Klein walked to the door with the marble statue and saw two men in black and white checkered uniforms that seemed to be imitating the police.
"I don't know you. Where's your proof of membership?" One of them, a brownish-skinned man of Southern Continent descent, reached out his hand to stop Klein.
"Proof of membership?" Klein hid the heavy camera behind him and asked with a frown.
The brownish-skinned man immediately straightened his face.
"This is the Quelaag Club. Only our members and guests brought by members can enter. Only one person."
Klein grunted in acknowledgement.
"Then how do I join your club?"
"You can only join if you obtain the recommendation of two members." The brownish-skinned man didn't roughly chase him away. Instead, he patiently answered the other party's question.
He couldn't guarantee that the other party wouldn't join the club immediately.
"Alright." The corners of Klein's mouth twitched as he decided to use Plan B.
He found a hotel near the Quelaag Club and asked for a short four-hour stay.
Then, he locked the door, drew the curtains, and went above the gray fog, conjuring a yellowish-brown goatskin and a fountain pen in front of him.
Taking a deep breath, Klein wrote down the same divination statement as before.
"The whereabouts of the spare button of my coat."
This time, it wasn't Dowsing Rod Divination, but Dream Divination!
The reason why he didn't do it in the outside world was that Klein felt that the so-called Quelaag Club looked rather high-end. He suspected that there might be relatively powerful Beyonders inside, so in order to not waste time, he decided to do it all at once.
In the gray World of Dreams, Klein first saw Doragu's black woolen coat. It was hanging on a coat rack, and in front of it was a round table on a carpet.
The scene stretched out, and a tumbling man and woman entered Klein's eyes. The man was Doragu Gale, and the woman was blonde and relatively young, in her early twenties at most.
Her pained expression with her brows furrowed is rather charming … Why do I always have to see such a scene … Klein covered his eyes and woke up.
It should be confirmed that Doragu has a mistress … But how do I get concrete evidence … By responding to a prayer? But this is limited to obtaining it myself. I can only rely on sketching and not a camera … I can't possibly draw a picture with my bare hands, right? It looks like I can't do it today. I'll follow that woman later and find out her address and name. I don't believe that they always meet in the Quelaag Club … Detective Klein quickly came up with an idea.
Just as he was about to leave the mysterious space above the gray fog, he suddenly thought of something else.
Should he do another divination to confirm if the iron-black threadworm that had infiltrated his room was being controlled by a Beyonder of the Seer pathway?
He hadn't done so previously because he felt that the corresponding information was too lacking. It would be difficult to create something out of nothing, and the divination would definitely fail. It was the same even above the gray fog. In addition, the previous few times he entered, he had been busy and had no time to care about other problems, so he hadn't bothered with it. But now, since he had nothing to do, it wasn't like he would die from a divination.
As for whether there was any risk in contacting Aztec, he had long divined that the answer was yes. There was a risk, and it wasn't small. It could only be used as a last resort.
After writing the corresponding divination statement, Klein undid the silver chain in his sleeve and let the topaz pendant hang above the paper.
"The iron-black threadworm that infiltrated my room was being controlled by a Beyonder of the Seer pathway."
…
After reciting it seven times, Klein opened his eyes and saw the spirit pendulum spinning clockwise. It was fast and had a large amplitude.
Yes … The answer is yes!
Shouldn't it fail? Klein didn't expect to receive such an answer. According to his instincts as a Seer, such a divination had a high chance of failure.
Why? He frowned and thought for a while. He decided to change the divination method and target.
He wanted to directly divine the manipulator, using dream divination!
This time, Klein didn't see anything in his dream, so he was unable to obtain the corresponding revelation from the Beyonder of the Seer pathway.
"That's more like it …" he muttered. He turned back to look at the divination from before and fell into deep thought.
It's likely that the divination failed due to the lack of conditions, just like the previous time … Could it be that this mysterious space has filled in the necessary conditions? It contains something from the Seer pathway? Klein suddenly had a flash of inspiration as he came up with a bold idea!
Perhaps, the mysterious space above the gray fog is related to the Seer pathway!
Hmm … Klein tapped the edge of the long ancient table, but he couldn't find any other proof after much thought. He could only put this matter aside for the time being and prepare to return to the real World.
Regardless, at least I've confirmed one thing. There's a Mid-Sequence Beyonder of the Seer pathway beside the ambassador, and whether he's a member of the Secret Order or not isn't important … This might be my chance to obtain a Sequence 7 or even Sequence 6 potion formula! Klein emanated his spirituality and enveloped himself as he fell into the gray fog.
…
At the same time, in Viscount Glaint's study.
Audrey got her master to guard the door while she looked at Xio and Fors and pondered for a few seconds.
She pondered for a few seconds and said, "I have a mission that requires your help."
"What mission?" Xio's eyes lit up as if she could smell the ink on the banknotes.
Audrey revealed a polite smile.
"Assassinate the Intis ambassador to the kingdom, Bakerland Jean Madan."
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