As for Elektra's latter question, Klein had already rehearsed it.
Upon hearing that, he sighed and said, "It was my father, a truly wise elder. Unfortunately, he passed away in an accident many years ago."
When he said that, he incorporated the feelings of the original Klein's parents, the accumulated emotions of being unable to return home in a foreign land, and the traces left behind by his experience in Tingen City. His tone seemed calm with a hint of a smile, but there was a hint of sorrow hidden in it. It was a sense of eternity.
"Sorry, he must've entered the divine kingdom and is sleeping peacefully under the Goddess's watch," Bishop Elektra said sincerely. Bishop Elektra said sincerely as he tapped his chest four times clockwise, drawing the crimson moon.
Without waiting for Dawn Dantès's response, he looked at him and invited, "The day after tomorrow, there will be a Moon Mass for the deceased.
"The day after tomorrow, there will be a Moon Mass for the dead to help them sleep in the Goddess' Kingdom and obtain eternal peace. I wonder if you're interested in participating?"
The Church of the Evernight Goddess didn't have many festive days. The most important one was the Winter Gifts Day, followed by the Grand Mass during the full moon, also known as the Moon Mass. After that was the normal Mass and prayers on Sundays. However, different dioceses and cathedrals had different guardian saints or angels, so they had their own special festive day.
"That's exactly what I wish for," Klein stood up and bowed as he said sincerely.
This allowed him to interact with the priests and bishops of Saint Samuel Cathedral. He could even form a relationship with the diocesan bishop, allowing him to enter certain areas of the cathedral in the future.
And at the same time, he once again realized why the Evernight pathway could be interchanged with the Death pathway.
Both of them had the authorities of tranquility, eternal slumber, darkness, and so on. They represented the end and endpoint!
Following that, Maury Macht didn't discuss the topic of Dawn Dantès's identity and experiences. It was as though he had just casually asked. He and his wife, Riana, began chatting about their vacation experiences in Desi Bay over the years. Having crammed on the relevant information and having stayed there for two days, Klein responded in a native tone, sharing the specialty of Desi's roasted fish.
During this process, he even pretended to casually mention his hunting activities when he was doing business in West Balam, as though he was very familiar with the primitive forest there.
This was to pave the way for Dawn Dantès's second identity. And West Balam was different from East Balam. Rouen and Intis's colonial powers were on par. They often had conflicts, and even the areas under their control would change from time to time. It wasn't a simple matter to investigate the activities of a merchant or adventurer, especially when Dawn Dantès might be using a fake name.
As for his hunting experience in West Balam's primitive forest, Klein didn't randomly fabricate it, nor did he copy it from some magazine or newspaper. He had used the glorious deeds of the Fog Sea's Strongest Hunter, Anderson, as a blueprint. He had extracted the details and abandoned the main idea to play it out himself. It was both real and fake.
Upon hearing about the thick pythons in the forest, the man-eating fish with sharp teeth, and the flowers that could capture their prey, Member of Parliament Macht's wife, Riana, would exclaim from time to time. She looked afraid but also eager to learn more. As for the Member of Parliament and the bishop, they were equally interested. They couldn't help but interrupt Dawn Dantès's description to ask about the details.
"You really are an excellent hunter! Back when I was serving in East Balam, I never had the chance to enter the forest. I never expected it to be so dangerous. " After the extremely gentlemanly middle-aged gentleman finished speaking, Maury Macht picked up a tiny piece of velvet cake and sincerely praised him. "If there's a chance in the future, I'd like to invite you to hunt with me."
As they conversed, the maidservant had already served them afternoon tea and snacks. A male servant was in charge of serving them by the side.
Upon hearing Macht's half-hearted invitation, Klein replied with a smile, "I can't wait.
I can't wait any longer. "
After chatting for a while and talking about the management of Baekeland's atmosphere, the three guests bade him farewell. As they had just gotten to know each other and weren't considered familiar with each other, Klein didn't hold them back. He sent them to the door with his valet, Richardson.
As he watched the bishop, the Member of Parliament, and the Member of Parliament's wife leave, the smile on Klein's face faded bit by bit, but it didn't completely disappear.
He was rather satisfied with his present progress. Bishop Elektra was directly connected to the Church of the Evernight Goddess. It was the main reason why he had returned to Baekeland. Member of Parliament Maury Macht was a retired soldier and a current Member of Parliament. Without a doubt, he belonged to one or a few military officers' clubs. It was beneficial for him to continue investigating the Great Smog of Baekeland.
Next, it's time to deepen our connection bit by bit … When Klein returned to the living room, he saw that the maidservant had already taken away the remaining snacks and tea.
He had planned on eating a little more …
Regardless of the other food, Rouen, especially Baekeland's desserts, was rather outstanding. And the chef that Dawn Dantès had hired was especially skilled in this field. Even Ma 'am Riana had been praising him, something that Klein agreed with.
Retracting his gaze, Klein didn't say a word as he stably walked to the staircase that led to the third floor.
Before dinner, Walter finally returned home and reported to him about the 10% shares of the Baekeland Bike Company.
"Sir, we were lucky enough. Someone had hired professional lawyers and accountants to investigate the Baekeland Bike Company's situation. They had provided the seller with a price before the advertisement was published, but in the subsequent negotiations, there was a buyer who offered a higher price. He was unable to continue and could only give up.
"This way, we don't need to wait for the investigation report. We can directly hire the original team."
Klein nodded and didn't hide anything.
"What's the price now?"
"The buyer who gave up offered 6,000 pounds. His bottom line is 7,000 pounds. The seller didn't divulge the other buyer's situation, but from the various sources, it's at least 8,000 pounds."
8,000 pounds. Not bad … Should I raise my hand? If I were to raise the price slightly, the other party would immediately give up. Wouldn't that be awkward? Klein nodded gently.
"Give me the corresponding report. I'll consider it."
After flipping through the report and having dinner, to establish a generous but shrewd image, Klein turned to Richardson and said, "Prepare a two-wheeled carriage.
"Prepare the carriage. I'm going out for a while."
He originally imagined that Richardson would be surprised and ask why it was a two-wheeled carriage, as it wasn't presentable enough. To his surprise, his valet only flashed a hint of doubt before he respectfully replied, "Prepare a two-wheeled carriage.
"Alright, Sir."
Obeying orders without asking why is also a merit … Klein sighed inwardly as he waited for Richardson to help him put on his coat.
After getting on the two-wheeled carriage, he directly instructed,
"Head to the Baekeland Bridge area and the borders of East Borough."
Richardson still didn't ask for the purpose as he instructed the carriage driver to carefully steer the horse.
The carriage passed through Cherwood Borough and arrived at the Baekeland Bridge area under the illumination of the gas lamps.
Klein didn't say where he was going, but he got the carriage driver to freely traverse the nearby streets.
He leaned against the wall of the carriage and looked out at the street. He saw pedestrians wearing old clothes and walking with tired faces. It seemed that they had just finished a busy day and were in a hurry to go home to enjoy dinner. Occasionally, a bicycle would pass by with a ringing bell and rush into the distance. Compared to the pedestrians, the expression of the cyclist was more energetic and brimming with an indescribable pride.
It's a very direct distinction between the different ranks. Although it's just the difference between a skilled worker and an ordinary worker, the difference between a weekly salary of 1 to 2 pounds and less than 1 pound … Klein slowly exhaled and subconsciously looked up into the sky.
At this moment, Baekeland had already fallen into complete darkness, but the smog wasn't too severe. He could see many resplendent stars through it.
After the Great Smog, the environment is really getting better by the day … However, the situation of the lower-class workers in East Borough doesn't seem to have changed much. Although their salaries might be higher and their working hours might have improved, the former has been offset by the rise in prices due to the massive influx of people. As for the latter, the change is rather limited. At most, it's shortened from 15 to 16 hours to 11 to 12 hours …
It's really to resolve any problems that arise. Pretend as though nothing has happened … Hmm, the kingdom is still undergoing internal reforms. Many things haven't been straightened out … Klein's thoughts drifted as he watched until the carriage left Cherwood Borough.
…
On the Future, Admiral of Stars Cattleya stood behind the window of the captain's cabin as she watched Frank Lee push a wooden barrel into the shadows. It was unknown what was placed inside before covering it tightly.
He seems to have been studying the growth of plants in dark environments recently … Why did it suddenly become normal? Cattleya frowned in puzzlement. She kept worrying that Frank Lee was brewing a huge "invention."
I'll get Nina to ask later … Just as this thought flashed through her mind, her spiritual perception was triggered. She turned her head and saw an additional letter on her desk.
Without realizing it, a faint smile suffused across her face. Cattleya walked over, opened the letter, and quickly scanned through it.
"There are two Obninsks that don't belong to the Church of the Storm in the vicinity of the Abyss Maelstrom north of Sonia Island …
"Found a direct descendant of the House of Abraham …
"Well done."
The Abyss Maelstrom was the name of a dangerous sea, not an abyss.
House of Abraham … Cattleya thought for a moment, but she failed to find any clues. She planned on asking at the next Tarot Gathering.
…
The next morning, after seriously divining to raise the price, Klein said to Walter, "Hire that team and continue the negotiations.
"Hire that team and continue negotiating. My base price is 9,000 pounds."
"Alright, sir," Walter said apologetically. Walter immediately said apologetically, "Something happened at home, so I hope I can have half a day off in advance."
"No problem. Do you need any help?" Klein asked warmly.
"Thank you for your kind intentions. I can resolve it. Besides, there's no rush. I'll first settle the equity negotiations," Walter said sincerely.
Klein didn't ask further as he nodded and approved his leave.
After the butler left the room, Klein turned his head to Richardson.
"Did Walter meet anyone this morning?"
"Mr. Butler received a letter," Richardson answered without hiding anything.
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