He actually knows of me? Does this mean that Mr. Eichinger Stanton often mentions me as a friend, or does the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom know that I was involved in the Great Smog of Baekeland? Klein smiled and nodded without batting an eyelid.
"Yes, I'm Sherlock Moriarty."
The grayish-blue-eyed youth immediately made way and made an inviting gesture with a genial smile.
"Mr. Stanton has always been worried about you, afraid that you encountered an accident. He can rest assured now."
Klein handed the umbrella to him and took off his hat and coat as he walked into the hall. At this moment, the sensing Eichinger Stanton had already put down the newspaper and pipe in his hand. He left the reclining chair, took a few steps forward, and looked over.
"Oh, Sherlock, you're finally back. It's been a while, my friend." The thin, grizzled Eichinger smiled and came over. He opened his arms in an attempt to give Klein a greeting hug.
Klein wasn't used to such male etiquette, so he forced a response and smiled.
He forced a response and said with a smile, "Mr. Stanton, this isn't something a Wisdom believer should do."
The priests and bishops of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom always had a sense of pride that came from the bottom of their hearts, and they rarely embraced.
In fact, other than the boorish Feysac Empire and the open Kingdom of Intis, other countries and regions rarely saw such etiquette. Only very familiar friends would do it.
Eichinger took two steps back and chuckled.
"No, Sherlock. We are never stingy with respect and kindness towards friends who are truly wise.
"In my heart, you're one of the top five detectives in all of Baekeland."
I like hearing such words! Klein chuckled inwardly and returned with a humorous question.
"So you're one of the top three detectives?"
To be praised as truly wise by a Sequence 7 believer of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom was indeed delightful.
"I hope that's what you think of me," Eichinger cleverly and gently replied. Then, he invited Klein into the living room and sat on the sofa.
He leaned back on the reclining chair, picked up his pipe, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.
"I'm glad that you didn't encounter any accidents. Your body and mind are in good condition.
"How was it? Did you have fun at Desi Bay?"
Klein had already prepared an excuse. He smiled calmly.
"Actually, I didn't go to Desi Bay. After I circled around there, I went to Constant. Hehe, I got into some trouble in Baekeland, so I had to find a place to hide for a while."
Sherlock Moriarty was a gentleman from Midseashire with a faint accent. After getting into trouble, it was very normal for him to hide in his hometown. Constant City was the capital of Midseashire.
"I know," Eichinger replied in a low voice.
He didn't ask what kind of trouble Sherlock had caused. Instead, he smiled.
"Anyway, welcome back to Baekeland. If you need any help, you can come to me."
Klein didn't stand on ceremony as he immediately said, "I came to visit you this time.
Firstly, it's really been a long time since we last met. Secondly, I hope that you can represent me in selling my shares in the Baekeland Bike Company. Heh heh, all the documents are complete. There's no need for any other procedures. "
In order to act as a mysterious tycoon and repay the 10,000 gold coins he owed Miss Messenger, not only did he plan on selling the items he didn't need, but he also planned on giving up the 10% shares in the Baekeland Bike Company. After all, Sherlock Moriarty wouldn't be able to appear openly for a long period of time.
"Are you really selling it?" Eichinger stroked his pipe and said, "Although I've never been a businessman, I can tell that the bicycle is a very valuable product that can be promoted in large numbers. Its commercial prospects are like the rising Sun. It's far from reaching its peak. If you sell it now, you will lose a lot of money.
"Therefore, buyers will definitely be willing to pay a huge premium for such expectations." Klein chuckled. "I believe that there are quite a number of people who can see the value and prospects of the bicycle. As for Framis and Leppard, they definitely won't be willing to reduce any of their shares at this stage. It won't be a problem to sell my 10% for two or three times the normal price. Eichinger, the pricing of the shares doesn't only depend on the present, but also on the future."
It was very necessary to tell a tempting story to a buyer or investor and paint a beautiful future! Of course, there's no need for me to describe the value and prospects of the bicycle. Anyone with a business sense can tell. The only problem is the production of natural rubber … Klein silently added.
"The pricing of the shares doesn't only depend on the present, but also on the future …" Eichinger repeated Klein's words softly. After a while, he sincerely praised, "Sherlock, perhaps you should go into business. However, there are always many accidents in the future."
"Daring to take risks is the spirit of chivalry in the business world. Alright, I admit that I'm in urgent need of a large sum of cash recently," Klein replied with a smile.
Eichinger picked up his pipe and took a puff in satisfaction.
"You've convinced me.
"I'll hire a professional lawyer and accountant to determine the current value of the Baekeland Bicycle Company. Then, I'll add on a sufficient expectation and sell your 10% shares. The corresponding fees and taxes will be deducted from the cash.
"Hmm … How should I contact you? Your lease at the house on Minsk Street seems to have expired a long time ago. "
Of course, Klein wouldn't expose his present identity.
"You can publish the news of the transfer of shares in the Tussock Times, Baekeland Daily, and other newspapers to let more people know about it. Only when there's competition will there be better room for negotiation. After the sale, publish a similar announcement to indicate that the matter has been completed and that there's no need to disturb me.
"And when I see this announcement, I'll come directly to visit you."
Eichinger was no stranger to using newspaper advertisements to communicate remotely. He nodded and said, "No problem.
"No problem. Of course, all expenses will be deducted from the final harvest."
Seeing that his main goal had been achieved, Klein stood up and extended his hand.
"Thank you for your help, Eichinger.
"It's time for me to leave. We'll talk about some things in the future."
Eichinger didn't hold him back and sent him out the door.
Klein circled to a nearby street and took a rental carriage. He enjoyed the night view of Baekeland under the sparse drizzle as he headed for The Brave.
He planned on reconnecting the information and resource channels Sherlock Moriarty had tonight!
After entering the noisy and chaotic bar, he didn't head to the bar counter to order a drink. All he did was circle the boxing ring and prepare to leave to wait for Miss Sharon to appear in the carriage outside.
At this moment, the billiard room's door creaked open. Ian, who was wearing an old coat, walked out with a newspaper in hand.
His bright red eyes swept the area and suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure. His mouth opened, but he didn't say the person's name.
Instead, he said in pleasant surprise, "Good evening, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Not at the moment. I'm just here to meet an old friend," Klein said with a genial smile.
As he spoke, he saw that the newspaper Ian was holding was News at Sea. The content that was exposed had a rather eye-catching headline:
"Shocking! Crazy adventurer has become a wanted criminal! "
Crazy adventurer … Klein instinctively believed that it had something to do with him.
Sensing his gaze, Ian smiled and raised the newspaper high.
"This is a rare timely report from News at Sea, as bounties have appeared everywhere.
"Crazy adventurer, German Sparrow, plotted an incident that harmed the City of Generosity and was proven to be a member of an evil organization. In this incident, thanks to the protection of the Church of the Storm and the kingdom's military, there were no casualties in Bayam. However, Admiral of Blood Señor, who was involved in the matter, went missing as a result. It's suspected that he was killed by German Sparrow.
"Guess how much the bounty they offered for Gehrman Sparrow is?
"50,000 pounds!
"This exceeds Admiral of Blood's and is close to Admiral Hell's!"
50,000 pounds … Klein's heart palpitated when he heard that.
He calmed the ripples in his heart and replied with a smile,
"Unfortunately, few people receive such a bounty."
He pointed at the bar's door and said,
"I'll look for you when I have the time in the future."
"Alright." Ian didn't ask further as he asked, "Is Mr. White from the Harvest Church your friend?"
This fellow is finally willing to leave the house? For the Primordial Moon believers? Klein nodded.
"Yes."
With that said, he squeezed out of the crowd, pushed open the door, and left The Brave.
After getting on a rental carriage, Klein cast his gaze out the window, waiting for Miss Sharon to appear.
Of course, he couldn't guarantee that she was still here. Months had passed, and this lady and Marić might've changed locations.
Silently, Klein's spiritual perception was triggered as he turned his head to look out the window. He saw a young lady wearing a black bonnet and a gothic regal dress clearly reflected on the glass that reflected the night.
Turning his head, Klein saw Miss Sharon sitting opposite him. Her pale blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale face were no different from before.
"Good evening," Klein, who didn't need to act as German Sparrow, greeted her.
Sharon got up slightly, lifted her skirt slightly, and bowed in return.
Realizing that she might've already seen the News at Sea, he cleared his throat and directly said, "I killed Señor."
"Yeah." Sharon nodded slightly, indicating that she was aware.
"Yeah." Sharon nodded slightly, indicating that she was aware.
Klein continued with a smile, "I'm not sure.
If Marić still needs a Wraith Beyonder characteristic, he can wait and gather the funds. Once I find a replacement, I'll sell Señor to him.
Sharron didn't ask what "substitute" meant and simply replied, "That's right.
"After seeing the news, he's been waiting for you to come back."
"Very good." Klein chuckled. He reached into his collar and pulled out a silver necklace. "This is Señor's lucky item. You should know about it, right?"
Sharon nodded and waited for Klein to continue.
"I plan to sell either it or the Biological Poison Bottle. Are you or your circle interested?" Klein took the initiative to ask.
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