Curled up in the cupboard, Klein quietly activated his Spirit Vision and saw two blobs of aura colors enter.
"Erica, I've brought you a gift." A deep voice echoed after the door was closed.
As expected of a gentleman from the Kingdom of Rouen. Even if he was having an affair, he was still a little old-fashioned. If it was a man with Intis, he would have been calling her sweetheart, baby, my angel, and so on … Klein could not help but complain in his heart.
Of course, this was all based on the stereotypes in newspapers, magazines, and novels.
Erica Taylor asked in pleasant surprise,
"Let me guess … Is it Fathman's eye cream, face cream, or essence? Or Lachni's? "
"What's all this …" Klein was a little confused.
Obviously, Dolagu Gail couldn't react in time either. Seven or eight seconds later, he said,
"… No, it's stockings."
In this World, because oil has not yet been discovered, there are no corresponding cheap chemical products. Silk stockings are high-end goods woven from pure silk.
"Not bad. Let me take a look." Erica's delight did not diminish.
"I bought them at Phillip's department store yesterday. 30 soli each. There are five pairs in total," Doragu said in a slightly ostentatious manner.
"So expensive."
So expensive!
Erica and Klein said the same thing, one with a sigh and the other with a sigh.
After working for so many years, Baansen's weekly salary was only one pound and ten soli, which was thirty soli, which was equivalent to a pair of stockings. Yet, he relied on this salary to educate his younger brother and sister, feed them well, and provide them with a place to sleep … An ordinary worker with a bit of skill only earns around twenty soli a week … Klein was speechless.
"No, it's not expensive. The stockings are worth this much. I even gave you an extra tip of five soli." As Doragu spoke, the color of his aura became brighter. Klein guessed that he had taken off his coat.
"Then I'll give it a try," Erica Taylor said in a gentle voice.
I feel like I'm watching a dirty movie … and it's even a live broadcast … Moreover, Miss Bodyguard is here too … The corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly as he watched the red flow between the two. He watched as the emotional light of both sides quickly turned red like a raging fire.
The purple is getting closer to the red and moving upwards … The red is wrapping around the green and the orange-red … Klein listened to the panting and low laughter while he deduced the movements and positions of the two people outside from the changes in the aura.
When he felt that it was about time, Klein silently pushed open the cupboard door and looked in the direction of the bed.
Doragu and Erica were already entangled. Their clothes were half undone, and their movements were intense.
Klein raised the Paranormal Camera and aimed it at the passionate couple, waiting for the scene where he could see both of their faces at the same time.
When Doragu and Erica fell to the bed in each other's arms, Klein finally captured the most suitable picture and pressed the button to take a picture.
The cracking sound was not obvious, and the intense flash and other anomalies were confined to a small area, so it did not alarm the man and woman.
Due to his lack of confidence in his photography skills, Klein took a few more photos, intending to have a choice in the future.
He was only prepared to give his employer one photo, because too many photos would make the lawyer question why the other party hadn't noticed that someone was taking photos.
The underwear fluttered to the ground, and the panting suddenly intensified. Klein hugged the portable camera, skillfully rolled out of the cupboard, and closed the door in passing.
He continued rolling until he reached the door of the lounge, then quietly opened it and returned to the corridor.
Done! Klein heaved a sigh of relief and politely closed the door silently. Then, he pressed his hand to his chest and bowed in the direction of the bed.
Without further delay, he returned to his lounge.
I'll get the remaining seven pounds soon … Furthermore, I've earned an additional membership certificate of the Quelaag Club worth more than fifty pounds. Food, lodging, and entertainment are included. No, that's much more expensive than fifty pounds. Without an introduction or connections, I wouldn't be able to join this club with a hundred pounds … This mission is really good. It's simple, safe, and profitable … Klein put down the portable camera and sighed inwardly.
At that moment, a hand suddenly reached out from the camera's lens.
Miss Bodyguard, dressed in a black regal dress, slowly emerged and floated in midair again, her face still as pale as ever.
Recalling that he had taken her to watch some dirty movies, Klein changed the topic in embarrassment.
"I'm going to the cafeteria to get something to eat. Do you want to join me?"
Each member could bring one guest.
As for how to explain the sudden appearance of a guest, Klein's plan was to go out for a spin before returning.
Miss Bodyguard replied in a flat tone,
"I can go two weeks without eating."
As she spoke, she turned around, her back facing Klein. She floated towards the mirror and instantly disappeared.
What Sequence is she … Klein thought curiously as he put the portable camera back into the suitcase.
After doing all of this, he went to the bathroom and resolved his personal problems.
After washing his hands and wiping his face, Klein looked at the mirror and examined his current appearance.
As he hadn't shaved this morning, there was a bit of bluish-black stubble on his mouth and chin. His hair was parted at a ratio of three to seven, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked refined and scholarly with a hint of maturity.
There's a certain difference from before, but it's still recognizable upon closer inspection. When my beard grows to a certain extent, I won't have to worry too much … In the future, when I advance to Sequence 6 Faceless, I won't have to be afraid of anything … Klein took out his golden pocket watch and opened it. He walked out of the bathroom, picked up his suitcase, and went to the cafeteria on the first floor.
It was just past nine, and it was still considered breakfast. Klein took a double-sided half-cooked fried egg, a piece of white bread, a piece of butter, a Desi pie, a portion of bacon, and a cup of Marquis black tea with lemon slices floating on it.
While looking for a seat, he suddenly saw an acquaintance. It was the surgeon, Allen Ceres, who had recommended him to join the club.
The tall and thin gentleman was sitting alone in a corner. He had already finished his breakfast and was flipping through the newspaper while drinking coffee.
"Good morning, Dr. Ceres." Klein walked over and greeted the somewhat cold Allen.
The surgeon pushed up the spectacles on his nose and said, "That's right.
"Just call me Allen, Detective Moriarty."
"According to the principle of reciprocity, you have to call me Sherlock." Klein sat down and asked, "Is there any news today? I came out in a hurry and didn't read the newspaper. "
"The assassination of Ambassador Intis was carried out by a terrorist organization known as the Aurora Order. Sigh, the World is getting more and more chaotic. It's only a matter of time before there's a full-scale war that will affect the Northern and Southern Continents," Allen said emotionally.
"Sir, the war has never stopped. It's just that we can enjoy peace." Klein ate the fried egg and replied with a smile, "What a pity. It's impossible for private detectives like us to help with such an important case."
Allen flipped through the newspaper and said, "This news doesn't have much to do with us.
What's really important is that today or tomorrow, the House of Commons and House of Lords will finally pass a few things after a long debate. The first is the 'Government Employee Unified Examination Act,' as well as the corresponding regulations and implementation plan. The second is the establishment of the National Atmospheric Pollution Council. The third is the establishment of an independent alkaline industry prosecutor. The latter two are to deal with pollution. God, they're finally paying attention to this problem. The number of patients in the hospital suffering from lung diseases is constantly rising. "
Is it finally going to be passed? I wonder how Baansen's preparations are going … Will he be affected by my death … Klein's smile suddenly brightened.
"This is a good thing."
She wants herself or her husband, Doragu, to become a member of the Kingdom's National Atmospheric Pollution Council. Her chances are greater. She doesn't hold a position in a commercial company, and she's a believer of the Goddess. And no matter what kind of organization it is, there's always a need for balance. " Allen mentioned Klein's employer. "I suggest that she come to the club more often. We have a few members of the House of Commons here."
In the Kingdom of Rouen, the composition of the House of Commons was mainly made up of wealthy people and representatives of certain nobles. However, there were also many professionals, such as doctors, lawyers, priests, teachers, scientists, and accountants.
The Quelaag Club targeted all kinds of professionals from the middle class, regardless of party affiliation.
Klein didn't know much about such matters, so he casually responded with a few words before changing the topic.
"Allen, it's Friday today. Don't you need to go back to the hospital?"
"No, I'm on leave. Things have been really bad recently." Allen suddenly frowned.
"What happened?" Klein drank a mouthful of black tea and asked.
As Bakerland had just been assassinated, Rosago's corpse had been thrown into the sewers far away, and it was unknown when it would be discovered. Klein was concerned about the fallout and his incomplete disguise, so he didn't plan on taking on any difficult missions that would easily expose him. Therefore, he was very interested in potential, simple, and lucrative tasks.
Allen put down the newspaper and sighed.
"I've been too unlucky recently. I've made mistakes in a few consecutive surgeries. Thankfully, they didn't cause too serious of an outcome. Otherwise, my license might've been revoked."
Although in the current era, it wasn't big news for surgeons to die during surgery, and it was a common occurrence, the punishment was still quite severe if a serious accident was caused by a mistake.
Alright, I can't help much … Well, actually, I know of a luck enhancement ritual, but its effect is to send you above the gray fog … Klein lowered his head and chewed on his bread.
After breakfast, he bade farewell to Allen. First, he withdrew 500 pounds in cash and gave Miss Bodyguard 300 pounds. Then, he returned home. As he waited for the photos to be developed, he hoped that some simple commission would come knocking on his door. Unfortunately, he didn't encounter any for the time being.
In the evening, Klein prepared to head out again. His target was The Brave.
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