"Honorable Mr. Fool, please inform Mr. World that I will gather the true roots and juice of the Mist Treant as soon as possible."
After receiving Sun's response, Klein nodded indiscernibly and muttered to himself.
It looks like he's quite satisfied with the weapon.
"Even without the environment bonus, 'Axe of Hurricane' is still pretty good."
He had already transmitted the characteristics and restrictions of the Beyonder weapon to Sun in a written form. He didn't directly describe it because he didn't want to appear long-winded and maintain his image.
After doing all of this, Klein didn't stay any longer. He immediately returned to the real World, changed his clothes, and left Black Palm Street.
…
East Borough, Dharavi Street, in a cramped but lively tavern.
Xio Derecha covered her nose and mouth as she squeezed her way in. To her, not only was this place filled with the fragrance of alcohol and the stench of sweat, but it was also easy for her to bump into people who were much taller than her. She had no choice but to face the person's armpit, and the rich smell was enough to make a normal person faint.
After spending a lot of effort and even using her powers as an Arbiter, Xio finally squeezed her way to the bar counter and saw the person she was looking for.
It was a young man in his twenties. His face was thin like a horse, and his eyebrows were messy and fierce. However, his facial features were relatively gentle.
He was gulping down alcohol, and from time to time, he would chat loudly with the customers around him.
"Williams, I have something to talk to you about." Xio rapped heavily on the wooden table of the bar counter.
This crude action immediately attracted angry glares, but they quickly shrank back under the Arbiter's stern gaze.
"Oh, Xio, I haven't seen you in days. Let me think. It's been a week, no, at least three weeks. Do you want a drink? Half-and-Half? "the young man named Williams said in a drunken and surprised manner.
Half-and-Half was the most popular alcoholic beverage in East Borough. It was made from malt beer and fortified wine. As the two ingredients happened to be in similar proportions, it was nicknamed Half-and-Half.
"Do you really want me to drink?" Xio pricked up her eyebrows.
"No, he doesn't!" the boss at the bar counter, who was wiping the glasses, hurriedly answered for Williams.
He clearly remembered how lethal the girl opposite him was when she was drunk. She would use her fists to persuade the customers to quit drinking and throw them out one by one.
Williams curled his lips and spread out his hands.
"Tell me, why are you looking for me?"
He was one of the sources in East Borough and had connections with many gangs.
Xio frowned.
"Williams, can't you just stop drinking? Save up your money and marry a nice girl. Every day, you can come home with hot water, delicious food, and warm greetings. You can share with her all the things you see, and she will tell you all the trivial things that happen at home. There will also be cute children kissing your cheeks and playing around you. Isn't this warmth good? "
When she first arrived in Backlund, it was all thanks to Williams's help that she was able to quickly establish herself in East Borough. Therefore, she had always wished for him to lead a better life.
"Warmth?" Williams sneered. "That's based on the money I bring home. I've seen through it a long time ago. If I can bring home 20 soli a week, then I'm sure that my family is warm, just like you described. But if I can't, Lord, the screams and insults of the women, the crying and shouting of the children will drive me crazy!"
"My mother is a good example. Every time my old man comes home, it's accompanied by beating, cursing, and a ruckus. In that case, I might as well exchange my soli and pence for alcohol. No one cares how much I earn here. Everyone drinks and chats. The atmosphere is very, very good. If you miss women, there are still those cute street girls outside. They won't quarrel with you."
The corners of Xio's mouth twitched.
"You're really a hopeless believer of the Lord of Storms. One day, you'll die of alcohol and some strange disease."
"At least I've already enjoyed it," Williams replied indifferently. "I haven't worked for almost three days. I won't give you a discount."
Xio didn't try to persuade him any further. She touched her messy blonde hair and handed over the portraits of Lanevus that Audrey had given her.
"Help me keep an eye on this person and find him as soon as possible."
"There are different images of him in here."
Williams unfolded the paper in a drunken manner, glanced at it, and said, "He looks too ordinary, and there are so many people in East Borough. There are people dying, leaving, coming, or becoming vagrants at any time. It's very difficult to find him."
"In short, help me keep an eye out. Inform me immediately if you find anyone similar." Xio took out a five-soli note and handed it to him. "This is for the alcohol. If you can find the person in the portrait, I'll, uh, give you another 10 pounds."
"10 pounds?" Williams whistled. "Xio, when did you become so generous? Or are you saying that this person is worth more? "
"That's his bounty. Ten pounds for providing clues." Xio pretended to look around the tavern and replied, "Don't forget about this. I'll come to you in a few days."
She had already traveled nearly half of East Borough and issued this mission to the gang leaders and well-informed people she knew. She had paid a few pounds in advance.
As long as one of them succeeds, I'll be able to earn it back, a lot! Xio silently encouraged herself, covered her mouth and nose, and turned to walk out of the tavern.
At this moment, the quarrel of some drunkards turned into a conflict, and the scene gradually turned chaotic.
Xio glanced around helplessly and raised her voice.
"Stop!"
The imposing aura echoed in the tavern. The drunkards seemed to have met their nemesis as they hurriedly sat down again. Some even squatted down with their heads in their hands.
Phew, I wonder when I'll be promoted to Sheriff … Xio sighed in satisfaction and anticipation.
…
On Wednesday morning, Klein went to the distant St. George Borough, which seemed to be in another city, to pay attention to his first investment.
With his previous pointers and the inspiration from Rosell's manuscript, Leppard's progress on the bicycle project was very fast. He had already produced a rough prototype.
This was very much in line with Klein's impression of a bicycle.
After the test ride, Klein provided a few suggestions for improvement and indicated that he would pay for the second portion of the investment next week. He also hoped that he could bring in new investors as soon as possible so that the project could enter the factory stage as soon as possible.
The only problem was that Leppard believed that he was the inventor and had the right to name the product.
He wasn't satisfied with the term "bicycle" and planned on using the more common term "bicycle."
Klein didn't mind at all.
At noon, after returning to 15 Minsk Street, before he could take off his hat, he heard a series of illusory pleas.
Miss Justice's? She gathered the information on the declining nobles so quickly? In thought, Klein prepared to enter the living room and head to the second floor.
At that moment, he heard the doorbell ring again. He hurriedly turned around to open the door and saw the Sammers' maid, Julienne, next door.
"Mr. Moriarty, Mrs. Sammer would like to invite you to a luncheon on Sunday. There will be many neighbors," the maid said as though she was reciting a script.
After Klein returned last night, he had already handed the portable camera to Mrs. Sammer and exchanged a few words with her, but he didn't receive any notification about the luncheon.
That's right. The magazines say that middle-class people don't mention it in person when they invite someone to a banquet. They usually send an attendant or maid to invite them … This is very much in line with Mrs. Sammer's style … Klein was puzzled at first, but he immediately understood and agreed to be on time on Sunday.
Who wouldn't be happy when there was a free lunch? Besides, Mr. and Mrs. Sammer aren't people who are difficult to get along with, as long as you don't mind their flaunting … Klein added inwardly.
After watching Julienne leave, he closed the door and walked to the staircase. On the way, he swept his gaze across the slightly messy living room, dining room, and kitchen.
It's been a few days since I've done any cleaning … As a single man, it's already not bad that I can maintain this level of cleanliness … I have too many secrets, and I might even be attacked. It's not good to hire a maidservant to stay at home. Uh … Why don't I discuss it with Mrs. Sammer on Sunday and get her to send her maidservant over to clean twice a week. I'll pay her accordingly … Many tenants and landlords have similar agreements … Klein walked steadily as he entered the bedroom on the second floor and drew the curtains.
After entering above the gray fog, he discovered that the prayer was indeed from Miss Justice.
This noble lady sat on a piano stool, her hands pressed on the keys, but she didn't play. Instead, she softly recited the honorific name of The Fool that doesn't belong to this era.
"… I've gathered information on the fallen nobles and request to hold a sacrificial ritual. Please pass it to Mr. World."
That's fast … As expected of a "professional" … Klein immediately gave a response.
Audrey, who had just returned from meeting with the royal heraldic officials and experts in this area, completed the sacrificial ritual with some difficulty and threw the thick manuscript into the illusory door.
"I'll pass it to World." Klein indifferently cut off the connection.
This time, he wasn't in a hurry to return to the real World. Instead, he flipped through the manuscript and found the corresponding part of the Pound family.
The Pound family's viscount title did come from the Battle of Violated Oaths. They were loyal supporters of the royal family, and they had considerable power in the army and their own fiefdom.
However, 32 years ago, two heirs of this family successively died of a serious illness. At that time, the old viscount could only bring a child from a side branch into his family.
Not long after, the old viscount passed away. As the child was young, under the temptation and instigation of his attendants, he changed his butler and became a foppish son.
In just seven or eight years, he squandered most of his wealth and was demoted to a baron. Even the family's house in Baekeland was sold.
In the next few years, his title was demoted again, becoming a baronet.
Died of a serious illness? I'm afraid even the corpses can't be found. They're all in the innermost room of the underground building, outside the bloody door … The old viscount must've deliberately concealed this matter and didn't let the royal family, the military, or the Church investigate … From the looks of it, the Pound family only discovered the underground building of the Fourth Epoch by chance more than 30 years ago. Perhaps … Perhaps the secret door to the basement was built by them … But there are more than two corpses in the innermost room … In ancient times, someone else entered and explored it?
Yes, I have to talk to Baronet Pound in a way that won't expose my identity …
Klein stopped his thoughts and looked at the last paragraph. He saw the content he wanted:
"Baronet Pound, currently renting at 29 Sivellaus Street, Empress Borough."
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