Putting down the dark red fountain pen, Klein picked up the piece of paper with the divination statement on it and leaned back in his chair.
His lips quivered as he softly chanted, "Capim's dinner time today," over and over again.
These words reverberated above the silent and empty gray fog. Klein's eyes quickly darkened as he slowly lowered his eyelids.
In the fragmented dream, he saw the spacious and elegant dining room. He saw the gold-inlaid porcelain cutlery, caviar, roasted chicken, stewed lamb, fried ox-eye meat, deep-fried Dragon-Bone Fish, cream soup, and other food.
The food was placed in front of the diners in a certain order and according to a certain requirement. Among them were the slightly plump Capim, the middle-aged gentleman wearing a white headgear, Harras, Katy, who was only wearing a thin shirt, and Parker, who looked rather old and didn't look intimidating.
And looking out from the end of the dining table, one could see a beautifully decorated glass window. The clouds outside were sparse, and the crimson moon could be vaguely seen in the sky.
Klein opened his eyes and marked the location of the moon in the dream. Then, based on his knowledge of astrology, he quickly calculated the corresponding approximate time.
Looks like it's 7: 30 to 7: 45 … Considering that Capim and the others are already halfway through their meal, I can set it back another 15 minutes. This way, 7: 30 is a better choice … Klein muttered to himself as he interpreted the revelation given by dream divination.
It wasn't rare to have dinner at 7: 30. This was even the norm in the Kingdom of Rouen and even in the Northern Continent. This was because many middle-class people lived in the suburbs, either due to environmental concerns or because of the cheap rent. They had to take the short-distance steam locomotive to and from the city to work every day, and by the time they returned home, it would often be after seven in the evening. Therefore, 7: 30 to 8: 00 was the normal time for dinner.
Klein had such an experience when he was in Tingen City, but that was because he didn't have servants or a full-time wife. When the three siblings returned home, they had to busy themselves for a while before they could enjoy hot food. It wasn't because of the distance to work.
This was the reason why commoners and the poor often had dinner from 7: 30 to 8: 00.
And due to the distance between lunch and dinner, afternoon tea, which belonged to the upper class, gradually became popular among the middle class and commoners.
After interpreting it, Klein recalled the revelation he had just received and keenly noticed a problem.
Where were Capim's wife and children?
They didn't appear in the dining room … Could it be that Capim is an extreme believer of the Lord of Storms, and women and children have to eat in the living room? Or was there another reason? Or was Capim not married and had no children? He's already a middle-aged man … Klein attempted a divination but failed to obtain any effective revelations, so he could only give up.
"7: 30." He repeated the time and then returned to the real World.
…
In the evening, Capim, who wore a formal bow tie even at home, narrowed his eyes and looked at his subordinate in front of him.
"Fabian is dead?"
"Yes, Boss." Even though he had been Capim's accomplice for many years, the subordinate was still a little afraid and terrified.
"Odysseus, sir, sir, in a few years, sir." Capim tugged at his bow tie and pretended to handle the thick cigar leisurely. "When did Fabian die? How did he die? "
"This afternoon, I sent him to East Borough to do something, but he got into a conflict with the Zmanger gang and was stabbed in the neck …" Odysseus described with a trembling voice.
Capim roasted his cigar and said in an unperturbed tone, "That's right.
"Fabian is such an idiot.
"But how could the Zmanger gang not know that he's an idiot working for me?"
"Sir, as you know, there are often highlanders coming to the East Sector to join the Zmanger gang. They are barbaric and reckless, and they don't care who is who." Oz quickly explained.
Capim snorted.
"Have they forgotten that this is not a plateau? Or have you forgotten me, Capim?
"Odysseus, I want the body of the leader of the Zmanger gang. Can you do it? If you can't, I'll sink your wife and children with you into the Tussock River. "
"Sir, there's no problem!" Audus immediately raised his voice.
Then, he asked in a low voice,
"Who can I mobilize?"
Capim was about to answer when the door was suddenly pushed open, and Harras, a middle-aged gentleman wearing a white wig, walked in.
He coldly glanced at Odysseus before shifting his gaze to Capim.
"I heard that one of your men had a conflict with a gang in East Borough and died?"
"Yes, Mr. Harras." Capim stood up with a cigar in hand.
Harras stared into Capim's eyes.
"You want to take revenge on them?"
Capim's forehead suddenly beaded with sweat.
"No, no, Mr. Harras. You misunderstand."
Harras nodded slightly and said, "You have to remember that during critical periods, we should try not to cause trouble unless necessary."
He paused for a second and observed Capim's reaction.
"You're not the only human trafficker in Baekeland. We can support you, but we can also support others. You have to remember this.
"Back then, I chose you because you were vicious, shameless, and abnormally cautious. It's not because you're already the biggest human trafficker."
Listening to the conversation between the two, Odysseus wished he was just a mass of air. That way, he wouldn't be able to see Boss Capim's lowly appearance.
Capim didn't show any signs of anger on his face as he smiled obsequiously.
"Mr. Harras, I'm mainly worried that Fabian's death isn't that simple. It might disrupt your plans."
"No, there's nothing wrong with his death," Harras said in a firm tone. "I didn't receive any feedback."
"Is that so …" Capim pretended to be relieved. "Then I'm relieved."
He glanced at Odysseus and gestured for him to leave.
Then, he lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Harras, the goods this time have the type you like."
Seeing that Harras's expression had relaxed but he didn't say anything, Capim hurriedly added,
"Everything that was sent over has been gathered."
Harras nodded slowly.
"Have her come to my room at night."
"Yes, Mr. Harras!" Capim said with a face full of smiles.
After watching Harras leave, his face turned gloomy. He took a deep breath and whispered, "Don't worry.
He took a deep breath and whispered, "I hope you can keep your promise this time … I don't want to be involved in such matters again!"
He clearly remembered that during the Harvest Festival that year, someone had approached him, hoping to obtain a batch of naive girls.
From that day onwards, the trajectory of his life changed drastically, and he even bought a fifth of the slave trade that had gone underground due to the law's prohibition.
He quickly became one of the more famous tycoons in Baekeland, got to know many important figures, and pulled them into the abyss of depravity.
At this point, he desperately wanted to cover up his past sins, wanting to baptize "Capim" once again and become a true member of high society. However, he was temporarily unable to do so.
Looking at the cigar in his hand, Capim picked up the photo frame on the table. Inside was a photo of him with a beautiful woman and two children.
Stroking the surface of the photo frame with his thumb, Capim narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself,
"After this, you should be able to return …"
At dinnertime, Capim walked out of the study with a warm smile on his face once again.
"Ma 'am Katy, there's caviar you like tonight, as well as roasted chicken specially prepared for you," he said to the lady in a thin shirt.
Katy touched the old scars on her face and didn't say a word. All she did was nod gently.
Capim knew that she had a silent and fierce personality, so he didn't waste his breath and watched her take her seat.
Right on the heels of that, Harras, wearing a white wig, entered the dining room and nodded slightly at every diner.
The older-looking Parker took a sip of his aperitif and smiled as he gestured for Capim to sit down.
White napkins were spread out, and the food was served one by one. Capim raised his glass and chuckled.
"Holy Lord of Storms, let us toast to a beautiful future."
"Cheers to a beautiful future," Parker replied.
Harras didn't say a word. All he did was pinch the stem of his glass and raise it. Katy completely ignored them.
At this moment, the classical clock hanging in the hall had just reached 7: 23.
...
In a cheap hotel in the Baekeland Bridge area.
The disguised Klein took out his golden pocket watch and checked the time. Then, he took out Holy Night Powder and sealed the room with a wall of spirituality.
After doing all this, he quickly set up the altar and began the ritual.
"I!"
"In my name, I summon:"
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."
…
After the ritual was completed, Klein immediately took four steps counterclockwise and went above the gray fog, ready to respond to himself.
In the towering and solemn palace, he saw the Door of Summoning condensed from ripples of light. It was an illusory door covered in mysterious symbols.
Klein wasn't in a hurry to be summoned. Instead, he followed the plan and stored the mystical items like the Brooch of the Sun into his Spirit Body.
Finally, he picked up the Dark Emperor card and let his Spirit Body envelop it.
Suddenly, Klein felt his Spirit Body materialize as though it had flesh and blood. It was as though he could pick up a pistol and move tables and chairs!
A dark, illusory fog emanated around him, and the fog stuck to his surface, forming a dignified armor.
A pitch-black crown appeared on his head, and a cloak of the same color appeared on his back.
At this moment, Klein was like an emperor about to embark on a journey.
Dark Emperor.
He took one last look at the purifying bullets, revolver, and other items that he didn't bring with him. With a step, he entered the crack in the illusory door.
After leaping out of the candlelight, he immediately flew quickly under the cover of the night towards Capim's villa on Iris Street in Cherwood Borough.
Not long after, he floated in front of the artificial fountain and approached the villa's entrance at an unhurried speed. The patrolling guards passed by him, but they didn't react at all. As it wasn't truly night yet, there were no Beyonders guarding outside.
In addition, Klein wasn't afraid that the powerful Beyonders inside would notice him in advance and have a premonition.
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