After Allen and Talim filled out their respective recommendation forms, they left the Quelaag Club. Today wasn't the weekend, and they still had two surgeries in the afternoon. One of them had to teach Viscount Conrad's youngest son equestrianism, so that he wouldn't embarrass himself during the Baekeland social season in the second half of the year.
Klein watched the manservant in a red vest and the beautiful maidservant in a dress go back and forth several times before he finally received his proof of membership and a badge engraved with the symbol of the Hoarfrost constellation.
"The membership fee is 50 pounds. There are still three and a half months left this year, and the annual fee is 4 pounds." The manservant in a red vest pushed the two items in front of Klein.
Klein took out the 57 pounds Mary Gale had given him and counted 54 pounds before handing it to the man.
The amount in addition to the membership fee and annual fee was Mary's first payment. She was very satisfied that Klein had quickly figured out who Dolag Gale's mistress was and had taken a photo.
A membership fee of 50 pounds … Ma 'am Mary sure is a generous lady! As Klein watched the manservant and maidservant verify the authenticity of the banknotes and confirm the exact amount, he thought about Stelyn Sammer's private introduction.
Mary's father was the co- founder of the Coim Company and held 20% of the shares. Originally, it was only a small company that could barely make a little money, but as the pollution in Baekeland worsened, the demand for anthracite and charcoal increased. The Coim Company rapidly expanded and became one of the top ten companies in the industry in the capital, and Mary's net worth skyrocketed.
The only problem was that when she married Dolag Gale, the company was still in an unknown stage. Her father didn't pay much attention to the shares as dowry, and he didn't use the "property protection" method. Instead, he used the more popular method of "bequeathal."
The former meant that the dowry was independent and separate from the woman's property. The ownership didn't belong to the man, and even the right to use it depended on the woman's mood. The latter meant that the dowry belonged to the entire family, but the man had to make a valid will, promising that if he died before his partner, he would give priority to the wife's rights and interests equal to two to four times the dowry when dividing the property. After that, it would be carried out according to the normal inheritance law. This could effectively ensure the widow's livelihood.
If Mary filed for divorce without obtaining evidence of Dolag's betrayal, the Coim Company's shares would be split equally between the two parties.
Klein remembered that Stelyn had said enviously, "Just this share is worth nearly 20,000 pounds.
Just this share alone is worth nearly 20,000 pounds. Together with her other assets, Mary is a truly wealthy lady. Once she divorces, she'll definitely become the target of many men in Backlund. Some of them might even include nobles.
This amount of money is only enough for Miss Justice to assassinate Ambassador Bakerland twice … Klein suddenly thought of something and saw the red-vested valet and the good-looking maid bow at him.
"Mr. Moriarty, welcome to the Qu Club.
Klein picked up the membership and the membership, "Moriarty said. Klein." Moriarty "
The former was made of tough paper with good elasticity. It was like a card with Klein's name and the date of his membership written on it.
After pressing the mark of his index finger, the membership card was officially usable.
The latter was the unique emblem of the Quelaag Club, named for its establishment in early November. It corresponded to the constellation "White Frost." On the front was the symbol and the number "192," and behind it was the inscription "Sherlock Moriarty."
"The club currently has 192 members?" Klein asked casually.
"Yes, our club doesn't accept people without a recommendation." "The first floor has a buffet restaurant, bar, library, squash room, conference room, and card room. You can use all of them for free, and you can also taste the food and drinks for free. The second floor has 16 lounges and two small conference rooms. They are also free of charge, and you can use them as long as you have spare time."
The good-looking maid pointed to the back and said, "There are two tennis courts on the lawn.
"There are two tennis courts on the lawn, completely free of charge. There are two shooting ranges underground. You only need to pay according to the rental price of the equipment."
"If you're not satisfied with the simple buffet, you can order your own food. We have an exclusive chef. You only need to pay for the ingredients."
Food, lodging, and entertainment are all included … As expected of a high-end club … Klein thanked Mrs. Mary from the bottom of his heart.
He smiled warmly.
"Get someone to show me around and familiarize me with the environment. Then, give me a lounge to take an afternoon nap."
"Alright." The red-vested male servant gestured for him to take a seat.
After familiarizing himself with the Quelaag Club's environment, Klein entered the lounge and carefully studied the layout. He found that it was similar to the hotel rooms of his later life. It was said to be in the style of Intis.
I have to think about how to get evidence of Doragu's extramarital affair tomorrow. There's no way to hide the flash of that camera … That means there's only one chance to take a photo … And if I do that, I'll definitely be expelled from the club … I have to think of a safe solution … I'll flip through the newspapers later and try to determine the progress of the Ian incident from the news. From there, I can determine which three days to protect … Klein paced back and forth, deep in thought.
At that moment, his heart suddenly palpitated, and his entire body tensed up.
Is this a Clown's premonition? But there's nothing in my mind … Klein felt the air around him turn heavy, as if a storm was brewing.
Soon, this feeling disappeared, as if nothing had happened.
Could it be that danger is coming? But when I was attacked by Meursault, something like this didn't happen … Puzzled, Klein took out a coin and divined if he would be attacked in the next few days.
The answer was no.
After thinking for a few seconds, Klein drew the curtains, pretended to take an afternoon nap, took four steps counterclockwise, and went above the gray fog.
He sat down, thought for a long time, and chanted in a low voice:
"I'll be in great danger in the next few days."
…
As he repeated the chant, he flicked out the coin again and saw the brass object tumble down into his open palm.
This time, the king's head was facing up!
This meant that he was certain!
My reaction just now was really a sign of impending danger … Klein narrowed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.
He was rather puzzled about this matter.
Be it a Seer or a Clown, they had never shown such abilities before. Even if they could foresee danger, it was because the target was right in front of them, right beside them!
There's no one near me … From the fact that my divination results were disrupted and misled, this matter definitely involves a High-Sequence Beyonder, and it's very likely that it's Bakerland's assistant … In the end, it triggered my premonition? This isn't scientific. Uh, this isn't mysticism … There must be some other factor hidden in this, but I'm still unable to figure it out at the moment … Klein looked around and saw the endless gray fog. The crimson and tranquil palace stood there unchanging.
He reined in his puzzlement and temporarily stopped thinking about the reason. He focused his attention on the impending attack.
After a few more divinations, Klein realized that he could only confirm that there would be great danger in the next few days. He couldn't shorten it to three days, two days, or even five hours.
In other words, he could only receive a vague revelation.
And in the dream divination, he saw Ian, Ian in an old coat. He stood on the street, and behind him were the elegant gas lamps and the blurry crimson moon.
Apart from this scene, there was nothing.
How should I interpret this? Klein thought for a while and could only conclude that it was a prelude to danger.
Without any further delay, he immediately returned to the real World, left the Quelaag Club, and rushed to the nearby Baekeland Bank's Hillston branch to withdraw the remaining 100 pounds in his account. The 1,000 pounds given by Justice had yet to be cleared and reconciled, and the corresponding information had yet to be sent, so the account situation wasn't synchronized. In theory, there was a loophole. After withdrawing the 100 pounds, Klein could withdraw it at another branch and take advantage of the time difference between the accounts.
But this was only in theory. In order to avoid similar actions, the various banks had many rules for anonymous accounts. First, it was to strengthen the transmission of similar information within the same city. Second, it was to limit the amount of a single withdrawal to a maximum of 500 pounds. Third, if the last withdrawal was not recorded locally, one had to send a telegram to inquire. Klein had encountered the third situation today.
After putting away the money, he took the carriage to the Baekeland Bridge area and entered The Brave.
With Kaspars leading the way, he saw Marić sitting in the card room. The man was still empty, and there were no zombies around him.
Klein put away the thought of wrapping Aztec's copper whistle with his spirituality, slapped the hundred-pound note on the table, and said to the pale Marić,
"I agree to the deal."
"I'll pay 100 pounds in advance, and 300 pounds for every day you protect me."
"The protection starts now!"
Marić looked past him, behind him, and nodded slightly.
"Okay, she agreed."
Huh? Klein looked back in shock, only to see the door and air.
He silently activated his Spirit Vision, but still didn't discover anything.
Marić pocketed the 100 pounds and said indifferently,
"You can go back. She's already begun protecting you, in a covert manner."
If I hadn't divined in advance, I would've thought you guys were scammers … Klein looked around and made a show of leaving with gritted teeth.
Along the way, he would occasionally activate and deactivate his Spirit Vision, constantly looking out the window, but he still couldn't find his so-called bodyguard.
After returning to 15 Minsk Street, Klein closed the door, entered the bathroom, turned on the tap, and washed his hands.
The splashing sounds disappeared as he shook off the water droplets, wiped his palms with a towel, and looked up at the mirror to examine his current appearance.
At that moment, he saw his reflection in the mirror suddenly shake and transform into a woman in a black regal dress.
The woman had pale blonde hair and blue eyes. Her appearance was rather exquisite, but her face was abnormally pale.
She wore a small black bonnet, lifted the hem of her dress, and bowed slightly to Klein.
This … Klein didn't hide his surprise. He deliberately took a few steps back and leaned against the wall.
He had just realized that this might be the bodyguard he had hired with 1,000 pounds.
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