"What?" Fors touched her earlobe, suspecting that she had heard wrongly.
The beautiful, innocent, curious, and ignorant Miss Audrey actually gave out an assassination mission!
Furthermore, the target was the ambassador of the Northern Continent's powerful country, Intis!
Xio was a little slow on the uptake.
She hesitantly replied, "Our strength isn't enough to complete this mission."
The first thing she weighed was the difficulty of the mission!
Audrey ignored Fors's question and let them imagine the reason themselves. She said with a slight dimple,
She said with her dimples, "I'm not asking you to accept the mission yourself, but I hope that you can find a Beyonder who has the ability to complete it, such as Mr. A. I will pay you 4,000 pounds. Of course, this is only my preliminary offer. The details can be discussed."
"If the mission succeeds in the end, I will give you 500 pounds. Even if it fails, there will still be 200 pounds because you've taken on the risk."
Her accumulated annuity balance, which she had yet to invest, and the remaining bounty, amounted to about 13,000 pounds. However, if she used too much at once, it would definitely attract the attention of Earl Of Hall. Even the Varvat Bank would do some investigation. After some calculations, she believed that 5,000 pounds was the critical point, and it was best not to exceed it.
4,000 pounds … Xio heard her own heavy breathing, but she quickly became depressed. She knew very well that she couldn't accept the mission.
Just using our name to invite other Beyonders and keeping it a secret is worth 500 pounds … Miss Audrey is the most generous, most beautiful girl I've ever seen! Xio quickly returned to reality.
While Fors was tempted, her mind was filled with questions.
Why would Miss Audrey entrust such a mission?
The infighting among the nobles?
A prelude to a premeditated war?
Some important figures represented by Earl Of Hall wish for the situation to become chaotic?
…
The two of them quickly contacted Mr. A through the agreed channel. At three in the afternoon, when the rare sunlight penetrated the fog and illuminated all of Baekeland, they arrived at the house where they had attended the gathering. They saw Mr. A sitting with his legs crossed in a hooded manner, giving off a condescending vibe.
"You said you have something important to discuss with me?" Mr. A's gaze moved back and forth between the two ladies.
I heard that some female Beyonders used their bodies to exchange for potion ingredients from Mr. A … He's really a disgusting pervert … The corners of Fors's mouth curled up.
"There's a big deal, I wonder if you're interested?"
Mr. A swept his gaze across Xio's face and chuckled.
"Tell me, let me hear what kind of big deal it is."
Resisting the urge to pull out her trident, Xio said with the tone of an arbiter,
"Assassination of Intis's ambassador to the kingdom, Bakerland Jean Madan."
Mr. A immediately fell silent, but as his expression was obscured by his hood, Xio and Fors couldn't guess what he was thinking.
After a while, he slowly leaned back and said in a deep voice,
"So, what's the reward?"
"4,000 gold pounds. In addition, we will provide the corresponding information. For example, Ambassador Bakerland is a Sequence 6 Conspirer of the Hunter pathway, and one of them might be a Sequence 5 assistant. For example, his weakness is beauty." Xio tried her best to make Mr. A feel that there was hope of completing the mission.
Mr. A chuckled.
"I can accept this mission, but the reward has to be higher."
"The first choice is the potion formulas of Unshadowed, Cataclysmic Interrer, Prophet, or Manipulator. Of course, their value is higher than this mission, so there's no need for them to be complete. Just a portion will do."
"The second choice is 10,000 gold pounds. Heh, that's the bounty for Rear Admiral Hurricane Zillinges. Bakerland's strength is definitely inferior to his, but he has a powerful assistant. Besides, believe me, he definitely has a mystical item on him."
A reasonable price, but also an exaggerated price … Xio and Fors looked at each other and said, "Let's go back and discuss it.
We'll give you an answer here at this time tomorrow. "
"Sure." Mr. A gestured for them to leave.
After being led out of the house by an attendant, Fors muttered in puzzlement, "Those are all High-Sequence formulas?"
"Frankly speaking, I'm very curious.
"Frankly speaking, I find it strange. I thought Mr. A would only want formulas or potion ingredients. Money shouldn't be a necessity to him."
Xio turned her head to look at her friend.
"Fors, you're really just a simple clinic doctor and writer. You have to know that Mr. A definitely has a lot of subordinates. They need a house to sleep in, to fill their stomachs, to buy clothes, and to vent their desires. All of these have to be exchanged for with money. Besides, to some declining nobles, as long as they have gold pounds, what can't they sell?"
"Although Mr. A will be equally terrifying without his subordinates, he'll be very ill-informed."
"This is something that all the small gangs in East Borough know."
Fors frowned and said, "Xio, you're not that stupid …"
In the evening, the two of them met the familiar golden retriever at the prearranged location and passed Mr. A's reply to Audrey.
After reading the note, not only did Audrey not feel troubled, she even heaved a long sigh of relief.
To be able to use 10,000 pounds to settle the ambassador's matter was simply wonderful to her!
I can only use 5,000 pounds for the time being, and I still have to pay Xio and Fors 500 pounds … Hmm, I'll borrow 6,000 pounds from Glaint first. No, 8,000 pounds. I can't expose any problems with my daily expenses. Then, I'll pay him back in four to five months, with interest of 1,000 pounds … I'll be rather strapped for money before the new year, and I'll only be able to use 1,000 pounds a month … Audrey quickly made a decision. Then, she burned the original note and used a new piece of paper to write:
"The second option is to pay 2,000 pounds in advance. When the mission is completed, I'll pay the remaining 8,000 pounds."
…
15 Minsk Street. Klein met Mary Gale again at tea time.
He took the initiative to make an appointment through Mrs. Stelyn Sammer.
"Ma 'am Mary, after following him, I found out that your husband went to the Quelaag Club. Because I'm not a member, I couldn't enter, but according to my observation, half an hour after your husband left, only a young lady came out. Her name is Erica Taylor, and she lives at 126 New Year Road in Hillston Borough. She once worked at the Coim Company for a period of time and is still unemployed. I took a photo of her leaving the Quelaag Club."
"Unemployed, and still able to live in Hillston Borough …" Stelyn sneered.
Mary was silent for a few seconds with a gloomy expression.
"You have to get substantial evidence of their intimacy. Hmm … It's the Quelyn Club, right? I'll get two members to recommend you to join, but your information has to be filled in as a famous detective. If I don't get anyone to bring you in, it's very likely that I won't be able to make it in time. "
"Alright." Klein hesitated for a moment, but he still asked, "Who's paying the membership fee?"
"I'll be responsible for the initial membership fee. This is to thank you for your efficiency. After that, if you wish to stay in the club, you'll have to pay the annual fee yourself. It's about 15 pounds." Mary's eyes seemed to burn with flames.
An annual fee of 15 pounds, then the initial membership fee is at least 50 pounds … A high-end club … Ma 'am Mary, you're too generous! Klein immediately nodded.
"I'll give you the evidence as soon as possible."
…
After dinner, Klein went out again and continued heading for The Brave in the Baekeland Bridge area.
Firstly, it was to show his fear and helplessness in front of the military's special department and the secret police. It was as if he wanted to try any method to save himself. Secondly, it was to deceive the Mid-Sequence Beyonder of the Seer pathway under the ambassador.
Klein believed that the gentleman or lady wouldn't be able to divine anything that involved the gray fog, including his resurrection and past events, as well as the Language of Foulness charm that he had successfully created with the help of the True Creator.
This was a powerful item that could definitely affect the other party. Klein had to maintain a state of insecurity, crazily grabbing at all sorts of straws to mislead the other party and increase his chances of winning.
Klein entered the bar under the dark sky.
Before he could order a glass of beer, he saw Kaspars, the old man with a rosacea, standing in front of the dog-and-mouse arena with his arms crossed.
"Perfect timing. Marić is looking for you." Kaspars glanced at Klein and immediately limped over.
"Marić is looking for me?" Klein asked in surprise.
He subconsciously touched the Aztec's copper whistle in his pocket, considering what excuse he could use to reject him.
Or should I say, wrapping the copper whistle with my spirituality wouldn't cause any abnormalities in the zombies? It's not like Mr. Aztec has never been to a cemetery in the past, nor have I seen any corpses attack him … Klein tensed up.
Before he could think of an excuse, he saw the pale-faced Marić, whose eyes seemed to hide malice, walk over from the other side. He wasn't surrounded by zombies.
Where are his zombies? Klein thought, half puzzled and half relieved.
Marić pointed at the card room and walked over first. Klein looked from afar, and seeing that there were no zombies inside, he followed.
"What's the matter?" Klein asked first.
Marić, who was dressed in a white shirt and black vest, sat down on the card table and stared into Klein's eyes.
"Is that request of yours still valid?"
"Ah?" Klein was momentarily taken aback.
"I have a friend who's short on money recently. She's willing to accept this request. She's stronger than me and should be able to protect you. However, she can only protect you for three days. The price is 1,000 pounds," Marić said in a low and muffled voice.
Why did a Beyonder who's willing to accept the request only appear after I have the Language of Foulness … However, that's good too. It can confuse the Beyonder on the ambassador's side. When he tries his best to defeat Marić's friend, my chances of success will become extremely high … The only problem is, how do I confirm that Marić's friend is reliable … Hmm, I'll divine it above the gray fog … Klein pondered for a moment before saying, "Give me time to consider and raise the money.
"Give me time to think and raise funds. This is not a small amount."
As for the three days of protection, it's up to me to decide. It'll definitely be within the next two weeks. "
Of course, a Seer will definitely be able to sense it … Klein silently added.
As for the problem of money, he had already considered it from the beginning. If selling Meursault's Beyonder characteristic wasn't enough, he could ask Miss Justice for it. After all, he had already laid the groundwork. There was still a lot of knowledge in Rosell's diary that could be sold. Of course, if the price was really unbearable, then forget it.
Now, although Meursault's Beyonder characteristic had become the Language of Foulness charm, Miss Justice was still around. She still owed money for the Sequence 8 Light Suppliant formula, as well as the Secret Order's intelligence. Combining the two, 1,000 pounds was enough!
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