Carlson finally snapped out of his daze when he saw the frothy Southville beer being placed in front of Sherlock Moriarty.
After the bartender left, he suppressed his voice and asked, "What do you want?"
"What do you want?"
Klein raised his glass and took a sip. He took a few seconds to savor the aroma of malt and a faint aftertaste after the bitterness.
"Cheers!" He turned to look at Carlson and raised his glass with a smile.
Carlson didn't hesitate to shake his head and reject his invitation.
He mumbled, "You're drinking beer, and I'm drinking strong distilled spirits. It's not suitable for a toast."
Klein was only putting on an act. He took another sip of Southville beer, looked ahead, and chuckled.
He chuckled and said, "What I want is very simple.
"I don't know what's inside the tomb, so I can only give a vague description. Hmm … I hope to choose one of the items you obtained from exploring the tomb. I'm not greedy, and it won't involve high-level items. Even if there were, I wouldn't dare ask for it.
"If you don't find anything, or if there's only high-level items inside, then I don't want anything. Of course, I believe that if the latter happens, you will definitely not be stingy with giving me a sum of cash that matches my contribution."
After learning about the Amon family's tomb from Miss Sharon yesterday, he had a rough plan.
The first plan was to blow the copper whistle and contact Mr. Aztec to join forces with him to explore the tomb.
However, there were many potential problems with this plan. First, Klein didn't know how much strength Aztec, who was still searching for his memories, had recovered. Second, Aztec was being pursued by MI9. Rashly contacting him could easily bring trouble to Aztec and himself. Third, there was a high chance that Klein would once again enter the sights of Sealed Artifact 0-08. Of course, he had considered the possibility of using the gray fog to complete the communication and exploration, but blowing the copper whistle above the gray fog wouldn't summon a messenger. This was a dead end to any subsequent plans.
More importantly, Klein didn't dare or want to expose the secret above the gray fog to Aztec Eggers, whose identity was unknown.
Therefore, he finally chose the second plan, which was to use the identity of an informant to hand over the information to the Machinery Hivemind and ask for the corresponding, reasonable remuneration.
In terms of the number of High-Sequence Beyonders, was there any faction that had more High-Sequence Beyonders than the seven Churches?
According to what Klein knew, there were nearly ten High-Sequence Beyonders in the Church of the Evernight Goddess. In other words, nearly half of the thirteen archbishops and nine high-ranking deacons had reached or exceeded Sequence 4. This didn't even include the Blessed of the Goddess, the Pope who ruled over the Church.
Even if the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery was inferior in this aspect, it wouldn't be too far off. Their archbishop of the Baekeland diocese, Horamick Haydn, was a High-Sequence Beyonder.
And this kind of Orthodox Church, which had a rich foundation, wouldn't place a lot of importance on Mid-Sequence items. Klein believed that he had a chance of negotiating a reasonable "price."
To put it simply, the core elements of the second plan were:
If there's trouble, look for the organization!
After hearing Klein's offer, Carlson was stunned for a second and blurted out,
"Aren't you a believer of God?"
The one living in my heart has always been the Goddess … Klein drew a triangular Sacred Emblem on his chest.
"It's precisely because I believe in God that I'm telling you this news instead of revealing it to the Nighthawks through Mr. Stanton.
"God said that those who are willing to be strong should be allowed to be strong. Only by becoming stronger and having more money can I come into contact with more channels and grasp more resources, thereby providing you with better and more effective intelligence. "
In order to convince the Machinery Hivemind, he had specially flipped through the Steam and Machinery Holy Bible that he had previously bought as a facade. He found a few deity quotations that met his requirements and carefully memorized them.
Carlson was momentarily at a loss for a retort. He stood there in a daze, forgetting to drink.
When Klein saw this, he hurriedly added, "That's right.
"Also, this will help you build a harmonious and efficient new era informant relationship. As long as you spread the word that I've received for this and that you've kept your promise without going back on your word, I believe that the other informants will be deeply moved and motivated to do their best to gather useful information for you.
"Of course, I hope to use my alias during the publicity."
Carlson's face froze when he heard that. He picked up his glass and gulped down a mouthful, nearly choking.
"Ahem, Sherlock, the real you is completely different from the impression I had of you." He sighed.
In his memory, Detective Sherlock Moriarty was good at analysis and reasoning. He was extremely calm and polite, and he provided very effective advice with a sense of justice. He was an outstanding believer of God.
And now, the other party …
Klein drank a mouthful of beer and chuckled.
"Everyone has different sides. It's easy to make mistakes by using a single side to replace the whole. This is a problem that you have to pay attention to when reasoning."
Carlson calmed down for a moment and stood up.
"I don't have the authority to agree to such a request. I'll report it immediately. Wait here for a while."
"Alright." Klein beckoned the bartender over and ordered another order of potato chips.
After he slowly finished his food and drank his beer, the deacon of the Machinery Hivemind, Ikanser Bernard, returned to the bar with Carlson.
"There's no problem with your request, but there must be one more thing, and that is, items with strong side effects and curse effects are not on the list of choices." Ikanser looked around, and seeing that there was no one around, he said in a deep voice.
What I want is the material … Klein immediately smiled.
"Alright!
"May I ask again, is this your personal decision, or is it a response from the higher-ups?"
"I have the right to make such a decision." Ikanser pressed his fluffy hair down with his hat. "But because the matter involves the Fourth Epoch's noble mausoleum, I sent a telegram to the archbishop, and he didn't object in his reply."
"Alright." Klein drew a triangular Sacred Emblem again. "I'll tell you the information now."
Ikanser subconsciously shook his head.
He looked around and pointed to a billiard room.
"Let's go in and talk."
This deacon, who is always publicly executed by the mirror named Arrodes, is quite experienced … Klein mumbled and followed Ikanser and Carlson into the billiard room, ensuring that there was no one in the two rooms.
Klein paused for a few seconds and deliberated before saying, "This is what happened.
A Beyonder discovered a hidden mausoleum at the bend of the Stratford River in White Cliff Town. They explored the periphery and found some items.
"After that, they recruited people to do a further exploration, but no one returned. If you go there and search carefully, you'll definitely find the corresponding traces."
Ikanser listened carefully and pressed.
"Are you sure it's a noble mausoleum from the Fourth Epoch?"
"The items in the periphery can prove that it's a member of the Tudor Dynasty's Amon family." Klein answered truthfully and reminded him, "The Beyonders who died inside weren't weak, and there were quite a number of them. I don't think this mausoleum can be explored by anyone below High-Sequence Beyonders."
"Amon …" Ikanser instinctively frowned.
It could be seen that as a deacon, he had the authority to know some ancient secrets.
Without waiting for Klein to emphasize it again, he looked up and said,
"We will first gather the corresponding information before taking action.
"The Fourth Epoch's noble mausoleums are very dangerous. Don't tell anyone else about this information, or explore it yourself. Otherwise, you and your friends will only lose your lives."
If I dared to, I wouldn't be sitting here … Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh.
"My credibility has always been good."
After making the deal and watching Ikanser and Carlson leave, he put on his hat and slowly walked out of Lucky Bar.
The Machinery Hivemind is still very cautious towards the Fourth Epoch nobles and the Amon family. They'll have to prepare for at least a few days before taking action … Cautious … Klein's thoughts suddenly stopped on one word.
He thought of something else that could be considered cautious.
After Rosell joined the ancient organization suspected to be the Twilight Hermit Order, he had never mentioned the other party's name in his secret diary written in Chinese. Every time, he referred to them with the corresponding characteristics.
This was a phenomenon that was so cautious that it made people suspicious!
Why doesn't Rosell The Great dare to mention the name of that organization, even in Chinese? This is completely different from the style in which he dared to write anything in his diary … What is he afraid of, and what is he worried about? Could it be that as long as I say or write the name of the Twilight Hermit Order, they will know me regardless of the language? Does one of their members or a Sealed Artifact have a similar ability? A guess surfaced in Klein's mind, but there was no way to confirm it unless he was willing to take the risk.
Let's assume that it's true, and that I haven't been sensed by them because the Desire Apostle is above the gray fog. Informing Miss Justice is also using the gray fog to respond to prayers … Yes, it's almost Monday. I have to remind Miss Justice on the Tarot not to say or record the name Twilight Hermit Order. As for the reason, I'll give her a look and let her figure it out for herself … Klein quickly made the follow-up arrangements and strode out of Lucky Bar.
Seeing that it was still early, he took a carriage to the Quelaag Club, planning to spend the afternoon there.
As soon as he entered the hall, he saw the equestrian teacher, Talim Dumont.
The aristocratic descendant sat in a corner, holding a glass of scarlet wine. His face was rosy as he sipped it excitedly.
"Talim, you seem to be in a good mood," Klein greeted him with a smile.
Talim chuckled.
"Because the new year is coming."
With that, he asked excitedly, "Sherlock, do you know what it's like to truly like someone?"
"…" Klein revealed a fake smile.
"I'm sorry, I'm still single."
"That's a pity. Alright, I have to get busy." Talim drank the rest of the wine, stood up, and waved his hand.
"By the way, thank you for introducing Mr. Framis Cage." Klein thought of the investment in the bicycle project and sincerely thanked him. "When will you be free in the near future? I'd like you to take me to taste the delicacies of Baekeland. "
"After the new year." Talim put on his hat and walked to the reception hall with a smile.
Has this guy entered the season of love? Klein couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Just as he turned around and took a few steps, he suddenly heard a heavy thud.
Klein jerked his head back and saw Talim Dumont lying on the ground, his left hand pressed tightly against his heart as his body kept twitching.
This … Klein rushed over in a few steps.
But at this moment, Talim had finished foaming at his mouth and lost the last breath of his life.
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