Both parties know the whereabouts of Helmosuin's manuscript, and this matter will come to an end tonight … The ambassador will also be able to take action and have the strength to take revenge … Is this the reason for the impending danger? Klein roughly understood the results of the divination and the baffling omen.
If he didn't have the Language of Foulness charm and a powerful bodyguard worth 1,000 pounds for three days, he would probably shamelessly head to the police station and head to the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery's headquarters in Baekeland to "temporarily stay" at Saint Hierländ Cathedral to avoid any possible attacks and wait for the ambassador to be assassinated. As for whether the assassination would succeed, Klein wasn't confident. After all, he had already considered the worst-case scenario and had a plan.
But now, with two layers of preparations, there was no doubt that he wouldn't adopt a strategy of hiding. He would still stay at home and pretend that he knew nothing.
In his heart, he was even hoping that the attacker would come knocking on his door.
Sequence 9 Hunter Meursault was killed by me. If they send someone else, it will be at least a Sequence 7, or even a Sequence 6, 5, or a whole bunch of them. Regardless, as long as I finish them off, I'll obtain the formula and Beyonder characteristic, recouping some of my losses … Yes, I'll tell Miss Bodyguard that my luck is pretty good. I obtained benefits from the black ear I bought and became a Beyonder. After all, if the battle is intense, there's no way for me to hide it. Besides, what I said is almost the truth. I did obtain quite a bit of benefits from the black ear … Klein thought about what would happen next, almost instinctively drawing the crimson moon on his chest.
May the Goddess bless me. The one who comes is the Beyonder of the Seer pathway! He prayed silently.
With this in mind, he looked around the room in search of his bodyguard, worried that she would run away silently after hearing the whole story.
The living room and dining room were warmly lit, illuminating the coffee table, sofa, and chairs. Apart from that, there was no one else.
Just as Klein was gradually feeling uneasy, he suddenly saw a face appear on the glass cover of the gas lamp in the living room. She had pale blonde hair, exquisite features, and a pale face.
This lady is quite confident in her own strength … Klein's heart calmed down as he whispered to himself, "I'm also a Beyonder."
"I participated in the gathering through Kaspars and bought an item that was a gamble of luck.
"I participated in the gathering through Kaspars and bought an item that was a gamble of luck. I received some benefits, of course, only for people like me."
Both of his statements were true. No matter what method he faced, he would be able to withstand the test.
But when these two sentences were put together, it made people think that the benefit made him a Beyonder.
The face on the glass cover of the gas lamp nodded slightly and disappeared quickly without any other reaction.
Klein's appearance didn't change, but he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
He returned to the sofa area. Without taking off his jacket, he picked up a newspaper and flipped through it.
After a while, the tinkling sound echoed again, and someone rang the doorbell again.
Who? Klein instantly tensed up as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and touched the tarot cards and the Language of Foulness charm.
He slowly walked to the door, and with the help of the clown's ability, he predicted what he would see when he opened the door.
The crimson moon was still faintly discernible, and the elegant gas lamps hadn't changed. A sheriff in a black-and-white checkered uniform with three V's on his epaulet waited impatiently by the door.
He had a short, brownish-yellow beard under his chin, and he was the sheriff who had previously handled the case of Sherlock Moriarty's self-defense.
Jurgen seemed to have mentioned his name before. Sheriff Faxine? Yes, I can get the ten pounds bail money back tomorrow or the day after … What's he doing here? MI9 sent him to find Ian Wright? Or to inform me where I can temporarily avoid danger? In his confusion, Klein gripped the handle.
…
The Intis Embassy in Baekeland's West End was brightly lit. The smell of all kinds of perfumes and alcohol spread to every corner, accompanied by a melodious melody.
There was a ball being held here.
During Bakerland's tenure as ambassador, he often held balls at the embassy. He invited the Loen Kingdom's bankers, large factory owners, philanthropists, as well as other famous tycoons and lawyers to participate. He also randomly gave some businessmen a chance.
In such an atmosphere, he would tell the guests about the prosperity and openness of Trier. He would tell them that the Republic of Intis was no longer dominated by the nobles. Bankers, factory owners, lawyers, and other people were the masters of the country. They directly and indirectly monopolized most of the seats, decided the direction of the country's policies, and enjoyed true freedom and a lofty status.
Today, Bakerland was doing something similar. He held a glass of wine and kept appearing in front of the guests, as if to prove that he was at the banquet at this time and wasn't out.
I should've gotten the manuscript by now … After learning from the trembling detective that Ian Wright had appeared at the telegraph office on Berenice Street, I've been setting up everything. Now it's time to reap the rewards … Bakerland, with a thin but tasteful face, drank a mouthful of blood-like Aurmir wine and walked to the balcony, intending to enjoy the cool night breeze.
After learning that Ian had sent a telegram, as a senior "schemer" and a professional intelligence agent, Bakerland keenly realized that the other party was contacting his superior's superior. Thus, he quickly got the double agent lurking in the Baekeland team of the Feysac Empire's intelligence agency to investigate. He obtained the time, place, and method of meeting between Ian and the "team leader."
After that, he pretended that nothing had happened and continued to send people to search for Ian near Berenice Street. They successfully discovered him and also attracted the attention of MI9.
According to his arrangements, the intelligence agents at the scene deliberately let Ian escape, so as to make MI9 think that both parties were on the same starting line.
After numbing his main opponent, he mobilized other intelligence agents who hadn't been exposed to ambush Ian and the "team leader" from the Feysac Empire. He wanted to find the manuscript without MI9 noticing and bring it out of the Kingdom of Rouen.
Things had progressed as smoothly as he had expected, but the news that came back in the evening made his mood abnormally heavy.
The people from MI9 had actually appeared!
They, who should've been fooled, had actually appeared!
With Rosago around, it's definitely not because of divination. Besides, MI9 isn't good at divination at all … This means that there's a worm among us … I hope that Rosago can get the manuscript first and hand it over to Shadow … In order to avoid suspicion, Bakerland had deliberately organized a ball, so he couldn't interfere with the progress of the matter. All he could do was pray for his subordinates to do their best.
According to his arrangements, after Rosago succeeded, he would immediately transfer the item to another intelligence agent, one that had never been used before. Then, Rosago would lure away the people from MI9 and create some trouble to continue interfering with the "line of sight" to attract the attention of his companions. During this process, Bakerland requested that Rosago get rid of the detective.
If it weren't for him, the matter wouldn't have been discovered by MI9, and everything would've gone smoothly … My connection with the Zmanger gang wouldn't have been exposed, and I wouldn't have been transferred back to the country … He actually didn't run away, thinking that MI9 would always protect him, and that staying at home was safer than running away? Bakerland rubbed his face.
He had already received orders that after the operation on the manuscript was over, he would hand over the intelligence to the embassy's first-grade military officer and wait for the new ambassador to take over.
Bakerland was rather reluctant to leave this place. Although Baekeland had bad weather and heavy pollution, it was the most prosperous city in the World, bar none.
Furthermore, the ladies and madams here are more conservative, unlike the sluts back home. Slowly seducing them into bed and slowly removing their conservatism is a very fulfilling and addictive thing. Unfortunately, I have to bid farewell to these beautiful people … Bakerland thought gloomily as he grew increasingly resentful of the detective who dared to resist.
As for Rosago's safety, Bakerland wasn't worried at all. He believed that as long as he was willing, as long as he wasn't targeted by a High-Sequence Beyonder, he could escape immediately. This was because Rosago had special Beyonder powers.
As he thought about it, Bakerland's eyes suddenly lit up. He saw a young lady in a dark red dress standing at the edge of the balcony with a glass of wine in her hand.
She had a beautiful face and an elegant temperament. Her ink-colored hair was elegant and smooth, and her light brown eyes seemed to hide a lot of things.
Bakerland immediately walked over and struck up a conversation with her. He learned that the lady was the daughter of a lumber merchant, named Irene. Her father wasn't too rich and was trying his best to curry favor with the higher-ups.
With his identity as the Ambassador of Intis, Bakerland quickly gained Irene's adoring gaze.
After two dances together, the two of them became more intimate with each other.
"Beautiful lady, I would like to invite you to my room to taste the Aurmir wine, 1286," Bakerland hinted.
Irene replied without hesitation.
"Alright."
The two of them left the ball hall and quietly went to the second floor. They entered Bakerland's room and told the guards to stay away and not disturb them.
Before the so-called 1286 Aurmir wine appeared, Bakerland enthusiastically took Irene to bed.
As they rolled, Irene's simple dress fell to the ground, and her white arms wrapped around him.
Her hands grabbed onto Bakerland's shoulders, and her fingernails and veins suddenly grew black, thin, and furry "spider feet"!
Bang!
Irene's eyes suddenly protruded as white foam appeared in her mouth.
Bakerland retracted his fist that had struck her in the abdomen and stood up from the bed. He no longer had the hurried expression from before, and his face was cold.
"Who sent you?" Bakerland asked in a low voice.
Irene tried to stand up, but the pain made it difficult for her to succeed. Her eyes were filled with horror and shock.
Seeing the beautiful lady's expression, Bakerland smiled.
"I'm indeed infatuated with beautiful ladies, but I know this problem myself. That's why I'm especially careful every time I face a beautiful lady."
"Tell me, who sent you?"
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