After dinner, in the billiard room of the Bravehearts Bar.
Klein wore a simple black coat that matched the style of the place and a dark-colored cap. Holding a glass of Southville beer, he closed the door behind him and walked to Kaspars, who was bending over to test the ball.
Before he could force a smile and greet him, Kaspars had already stopped moving. He straightened his body and glanced at him.
"Marić isn't here."
"No extra parties of the kind you want."
"Other than weapons, I have nothing."
… Very familiar … Fortunately, my goal today is different … Klein twitched the corner of his mouth.
"I'm here to buy weapons."
Marić isn't here again … It looks like this stronghold has been exposed and is being targeted by enemies, so they've decided to move … Then I won't be able to contact Miss Bodyguard … Also, the helper I plan to use to fool Miller Carter is Marić's zombie … It's confidential, obedient, and not afraid of death. Yes, the premise is that its spirituality blocks the influence of Aztec's copper whistle … As he spoke, a series of thoughts flashed through Klein's mind.
Kaspars was a little surprised. He leaned against the cue suspiciously and rubbed his nose.
"What weapon do you want to buy? Did he run out of bullets? You practice a lot. "
No, I use extra bullets I bought at the Quelaag Club for practice … Klein smiled.
"I want to buy explosives, the kind widely used in mines."
"What do you want?" Kaspars blurted out, and his expression became solemn and serious. "I'm warning you, don't try to do anything big! I will not allow my customers to provoke Sivellaus Yard! Of course, you don't have to buy weapons from me. "
To be able to be a black-market weapons dealer and survive to this day, it can be said that he's very law-abiding to a certain extent. At the very least, he wouldn't sell things to those crazy fellows … Klein habitually gave his evaluation from the standpoint of a Nighthawk. At the same time, he said with a smile, "You seem to have misunderstood something. I don't want to blow up the door of a bank vault, nor do I plan on creating sensational news. I'm only helping someone demolish a building to facilitate the subsequent renovation."
"Then why didn't he find a proper construction company?" Kaspars did not let down his guard.
"Haha, that's a secret room. He doesn't want outsiders to know about it." Klein then asked, "Do you know any reliable explosives experts? I'm not good at this kind of thing. I'm afraid that the whole house will collapse. "
When Kaspars saw that the other party was still thinking about keeping the house intact, the doubts in his heart immediately dissipated.
Just as he deliberated over his answer, an illusory and fleeting voice suddenly rang out in the room.
"No need."
A familiar feeling surfaced as Klein hurriedly turned his head and realized that Miss Bodyguard was already sitting on a chair in the corner at some point in time.
She was still wearing a black Gothic regal dress and a small bonnet of the same color. Her face was as pale as ever, and her pale blonde hair and exquisite face accentuated each other's strengths.
"Good evening, Ma 'am." Klein bowed slightly and bowed.
"Good evening, Ma 'am Sharon." Kaspars did the same action.
So her name is Sharon … Klein thoughtfully waited for her to speak.
Miss Bodyguard, who was addressed as Sharon, looked at Kaspars and said,
"Marić will not come here again in the future."
"If you need anything from him, leave a message according to the third method we agreed upon."
"Alright, Ma 'am Sharon." Kaspars, an old man who had clearly seen the world, seemed to have an instinctive fear of Miss Bodyguard.
Upon hearing this, Klein interrupted.
"If, and I'm saying if, I want to find Marić for help, how should I contact him?"
"Find Kaspars," Sharon answered very succinctly.
"Alright." Klein threw up his hands and grunted. "What did you mean when you said that you don't need an explosives expert?"
Sharon's blue eyes didn't waver in the slightest.
"That's me."
That's you? You're an explosives expert? Wait, aren't you a Beyonder with special powers of about Sequence 5? Why are you also a explosives expert … Klein was taken aback for a moment, unsure of how to respond.
In the end, he chose to believe in Miss Bodyguard.
He deliberated and said, "I went to visit …"
Before he finished speaking, he swept his gaze at Kaspars, indicating that the following topic wasn't suitable for an ordinary person like him.
In terms of physique, a black-market arms dealer is indeed considered an ordinary person … Klein silently added.
Sharon turned to look at Kaspars.
"Prepare the explosives."
"Two pounds."
"He's out."
"Yes, Ma 'am Sharon." Kaspars swept a glance at Klein and limped out of the billiard room. He didn't forget to close the door behind him.
Seeing Miss Bodyguard looking at him without saying a word, Klein felt like he was being watched by a female ghost. He hurriedly organized his words.
He quickly organized his words and said, "I found out Baronet Pound's address and visited him in the middle of the night …"
After relaying Rafter Pound's words, Klein began to demonstrate his reasoning, working backwards from the results to the process of inference.
"I think he lied about many things. It's impossible for a viscount's family to be so easily controlled in secret."
"If even a child can discover the abnormality, how can the royal family and the Church not notice it?"
"After Rafter Pound's fall, he had many opportunities to interact with outsiders and other nobles. As long as he had a little courage, he could easily resolve the problem."
"So, I think he must be hiding something, and there's a high chance that it's related to the underground building."
"Judging from his condition, the evil spirit won't be able to escape for a long time, so I plan to use some explosives to destroy the entrance so that others won't have a chance to enter. Err, I'm afraid that they'll release the evil spirit by mistake."
"Yeah." Sharon didn't confirm Klein's idea, but she didn't deny it either.
At this moment, Klein hesitated and asked,
"I don't know anything about explosives, so I'm going to draw up a layout and ask an explosives expert to give me the location and weight of the explosives. If, if, I need your help again, how much do I need to pay?"
If it's too expensive, it's better for me to find a general explosives expert. After all, it's only 50 pounds for my job, while Miss Bodyguard costs 1,000 pounds for three days … Klein had already made plans.
"It's free." Sharon's answer was still in the style of omitting words whenever possible.
Free? Klein was startled.
According to his common sense, free things were the most expensive!
Sharon sat there quietly for a few seconds before she gave a brief explanation.
"After blowing up the entrance, I'm the only one who can go in and out."
"That in itself is what I hope to do."
In other words, you plan to get rid of the evil spirit and harvest the items inside after you have enough confidence? Blowing up the exit is actually helping you eliminate any interference and possible covetous eyes. After all, Beyonders of other Sequences are unable to pass through boulders and mud like Spirit Bodies … Yes, except for those of the Apprentice pathway, but they don't know about the underground structure … Klein nodded in enlightenment.
"Deal!"
After saying that, he hurriedly added,
"Hmm … Borrow a few subordinates from Marić, subordinates who can keep their mouths shut. These are the helpers to show Miller Carter."
"Okay." Sharon didn't refuse.
Klein deliberately didn't mention the remuneration and smiled.
"Ten o 'clock tomorrow morning then."
"We have to explore the surrounding terrain in advance. We can't let the explosion cause obvious damage."
Sharron nodded slightly. Then, her figure gradually faded and disappeared.
…
On Saturday morning, Xio Derecha once again took a public carriage to East Borough to confirm if her commission had been successful.
While waiting for the transfer, she suddenly had the urge to buy a newspaper to read.
She took out a penny and bought a copy of the Baekeland Post from the newsboy beside her. She quickly flipped through it.
Suddenly, her gaze froze because of a piece of news on the third page.
"Breaking news: At 7: 10 last night, a serious explosion occurred in an apartment at 1 Dharavi Street in East Borough. It's suspected to be caused by a gas leak. The explosion occurred in Room 6 on the third floor. The tenant died on the spot. There wasn't even a complete corpse left behind. By midnight, the explosion had killed three people and injured sixteen others …"
1 Dharavi Street … Apartment 3, 6 … Isn't that where Williams rents? He's dead? Died from an explosion caused by a gas leak? No, no! That's definitely not the case! He wouldn't have the luxury of using gas, even if it was installed there! Could it be because of this that he just accepted my commission? But Lanevus is a wanted criminal. If he discovered that someone was looking for him, he could just change locations. There's no need to kill to keep the secret. That would easily expose the problem …
The way this matter was handled is too strange and radical. It's like the work of a madman …
He's clearly just a swindler …
Poor Williams …
I-I'll definitely avenge you!
I'll definitely find out the truth!
Xio looked at the public carriage in front of her sadly and solemnly. She didn't get on it.
She knew that it would be very dangerous to go to East Borough now.
She planned on immediately returning to tell Fors to move to the spare rental apartment. She would disguise herself and sneak into East Borough to ask people she knew. She would figure out the whole story and find traces left behind by the murderer.
Sigh, there's indeed no danger in Miss Audrey's commission … I was the one who felt that a wanted swindler wouldn't retaliate fiercely as long as I don't block him and prevent him from escaping … I was careless. I was the one who caused Williams' death … Yes, I can't rule out the possibility that he's also gathering information about other matters and causing trouble … Xio closed her eyes, crossed the road, and walked to the waiting area across the street.
…
At 10: 14, Klein and Miss Bodyguard Sharon confirmed the surface of the Fourth Epoch building and arrived outside the house at 8 Williams Street.
Sharon had already disappeared. Miller Carter saw Detective Sherlock Moriarty in a grayish-blue worker's uniform and cap, and his three silent, burly assistants.
"It's easier to explore," Klein explained.
Miller Carter's gaze swept across the three assistants who looked like they were good at fighting and nodded in satisfaction.
"Your preparations were faster than I expected. Are there snake repellent experts among them?"
"Yes, they're all very good at repelling snakes," Klein answered without hesitation.
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