At ten o 'clock at night, it started drizzling in Baekeland again. The thin mist gave the light from the gas lamps a hazy sense of beauty.
Eichinger Stanton's assistant, Bowen, patrolled the bottom floor and walked to the oriel window, preparing to close the last window.
At this moment, a black shadow leaped in and landed steadily on the protruding wall.
It was a blue, short-haired stray cat!
Bowen could not help but chuckle when he saw the man's large and round yellow eyes looking at him.
"There is no food here."
Detective work could easily attract revenge, and there were many secrets that needed to be hidden. Therefore, the chefs and servants in Eichinger Stanton's house were all hourly workers. They would only come for a fixed few hours a day and would not prepare too much food at once. This made it difficult for the food to be left after dinner.
The blue short-haired cat opened its mouth, but it didn't meow. Instead, it spoke like a human.
"I'm Sherlock Moriarty. I want to see Mr. Eichinger Stanton.
"…" Although Bowen was a Beyonder nurtured by the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, he wasn't a very high Sequence Beyonder. He wasn't very knowledgeable, so this was the first time he had encountered a cat that could speak. He couldn't help but be shocked and dazed for a moment.
After a few seconds, he came back to his senses and recalled the words of the blue shorthair cat.
It said … it said it was Sherlock Moriarty?
This great detective is really not simple!
He could actually turn into a cat, no, control a cat!
This kind of ability was really strange and scary!
Bowen quickly calmed down. Without answering the cat, he reached out to close the window.
After doing all this, he lowered his voice and said,
"Follow me."
The blue short-haired cat immediately jumped off the platform behind the oriel window. With its tail raised, it walked agilely behind Bowen, following him all the way to the second floor, and watched as he knocked on Eichinger Stanton's bedroom door.
"What's the matter?" Eichinger, who was wearing light striped pajamas, opened the door and asked.
He was enjoying his bedtime tobacco.
Bowen cautiously pointed at the blue short-haired cat beside him.
"Mr. Sherlock Moriarty is looking for you."
Isengard, who had white sideburns and a thin face, raised his eyebrows slightly. He looked down and took two steps back, allowing the blue cat to swagger into his bedroom.
"Go back to your room and sleep. Wake up on time tomorrow. We still have a case waiting to be investigated." Eichinger instructed Bowen as if nothing had happened.
After the assistant left, he closed the door and turned to look at the blue cat squatting beside the reclining chair. He chuckled.
"I never expected you to have such Beyonder powers. I was just worried that you would come over directly."
"I noticed that exclamation mark," the blue short-haired cat said with a smile.
It had to be said that it was quite strange for a cat to have such an expression on its face. Anyone who saw it would feel a chill run down their spine.
Eichinger did not have any unusual reaction to this. He took a puff of his pipe and sat on the reclining chair. He enjoyed the smoke and slowly exhaled.
"I believe in your wisdom."
"Thank you for your praise." The blue short-haired cat politely extended its paw and bowed.
Eichinger looked at it and stroked his pipe as he smiled.
"You should already know what has happened.
"Although that group of people doesn't dare to monitor me very strictly, afraid that I'll discover it and inform the Church of Evernight and the Church of Steam. Heh heh, they will also be in quite a bit of trouble once they are exposed. However, I believe that there must be a demigod among them. This is both an inference and a conclusion given to me by some feedback. After all, I've lived on this street for many years.
"Therefore, humans and animals won't be stopped from entering my house. This is something you have already thought of. But when you leave, you will definitely be tailed. What means do you have to escape from them? Hmm … That sum of money isn't a small amount. It will be very eye-catching to bring it out.
"Let me think. Do you plan on communicating with me and get me to deposit the money into a designated bank account? Then, you will find many people to withdraw the money in batches at different places outside Baekeland at the same time?"
Upon saying that, Eichinger gave a self-deprecating laugh.
"This is the best solution I can think of, but it will be very troublesome to carry it out."
The blue short-haired cat didn't give a direct answer as it chuckled.
"I only need you to lend me an empty room and three candles."
"No problem." Eichinger Stanton didn't press further as he said, "The price of the shares this time is 12,000 pounds. The buyer is Earl Hall's daughter, Audrey. Yes, hiring a lawyer, an accounting team, and advertising cost a total of 600 pounds. In addition, after paying 0.5% stamp duty and 20% Type D income tax, there are 8,940 pounds left."
Type D income tax referred to the income tax of commercial, financial, and specialized industries.
I still have to pay taxes … That's more than 2,000 pounds gone … The blue short-haired cat's expression instantly froze.
Klein used to be a Nighthawk, so his salary wasn't subject to personal income tax. Later on, he became a private detective, so his income was difficult to monitor, so he never took the initiative to file taxes. Later on, he became an adventurer. Due to the preferential bounties for pirates, he didn't need to pay taxes, nor did he have any awareness of this. Therefore, even when Eichinger Stanton mentioned the issue of taxes, he didn't take it to heart. He didn't think that it would be much, but in the end, reality gave him a hard blow.
As for why he didn't pay taxes for the share transaction, it was because the Rouen government encouraged initial investments in inventions, so there were corresponding exemptions.
After a brief silence, the blue short-haired cat's whiskers moved twice.
"Alright, give me the cash. Uh, move it to the empty room.
"There's no problem with the cash, right?"
"I've already checked. They won't pull any tricks in this area. That would be an insult to my intelligence." Eichinger stood up with his pipe in hand. "Remember to add a signed confirmation of the transaction later and mail it over."
"It's already on its way," the blue short-haired cat replied, having long prepared for it.
Eichinger then walked to the safe in the master bedroom and opened it with a passcode. Then, he took out stacks of cash and stuffed them into different briefcases.
Following that, he took the briefcases and left the master bedroom, entering the guest bedroom diagonally across from it.
"Do a count." Eichinger said to the blue short-haired cat as he put down the briefcases filled with cash.
"I trust you," the blue short-haired cat said after taking a few glances.
Eichinger nodded and pointed at the cabinet.
"There are candles inside."
With that said, he retreated to the door, held the handle, and said with a smile,
"I'm really curious how you will leave … I believe this will definitely be a wonderful 'magic.'"
With a click, Eichinger Stanton closed the door, returning the guest bedroom to silence and desolation.
A figure wearing a dark red coat and an old triangular hat quickly appeared beside the blue short-haired cat. It was none other than Klein's marionette, Wraith Señor.
He took out some candles and quickly set up a simple altar. He skipped all the prerequisites and chanted in the Elvish language in a low voice.
He skipped all the steps and directly chanted in Elvish, "The Blessed of the sea and spirit world, the Protector of the Rorsted Archipelago, the Ruler of the Undersea Creatures, the Controller of Tsunamis and Storms, the Great Cavituis."
"Your loyal servant prays for your attention."
"I pray that you accept his offerings."
"I pray that you open the door to your kingdom."
The sound of the wind inside the wall of spirituality suddenly turned intense. Señor quickly used his fingernails to cut the skin on the back of his hand and flung out drops of blood.
As a Sequence 5 Wraith, everything on him was equivalent to an ingredient rich in spirituality!
The strong wind sucked away the blood and infused the candle flame that symbolized Sea God Cavituis, causing it to expand and turn into an illusory door filled with magic labels and symbols.
After more than ten seconds, the door creaked heavily and slowly opened.
Señor then picked up the briefcases containing the cash and threw them into the illusory door.
When there was nothing left, a gold coin that was stored in his body flew out and landed on the altar.
The Wraith's figure then disappeared, projecting onto the smooth part of the gold coin.
The gold coin flew up in a wobbly manner, following the briefcase in front of it, and entered the illusory Door of Sacrifice.
Without a sound, the mysterious door closed, and the three candles returned to normal.
At this moment, the blue short-haired cat seemed to find itself. It looked left and right in a daze and meowed.
After a while, Eichinger opened the door and entered. He discovered that the briefcases containing the cash had all disappeared, leaving only the three candles burning quietly. Only the blue short-haired cat was left warily arching its back.
As he stared at this scene, a rental carriage drove past at an unhurried pace at a fork on the other side of the street.
…
On the same night, in a building in Cherwood Borough.
Xio braved the drizzle and returned home. As she dried her hair with a towel, she said to Fors, "Your letter has been sent."
"Your letter has been sent."
Fors tersely acknowledged as she secretly guessed when her teacher would reply.
At this moment, Xio put down the towel and casually said,
"There's news about Mr. X's party. It's the same place as before, Friday night."
Very good, I can tell Mr. World! I wonder how much I'll need to pay … Fors's eyes lit up when she heard that.
Before she could ask for details, Xio had already added, "Mr. X also gave a mission that's said to pay very handsomely.
"Mr. X also gave you a mission that is said to be very rewarding. Yes, tell him about the people you know who have abnormal luck."
"People with abnormal luck?" Fors muttered in puzzlement. "Is there something wrong with this gentleman's brain? Who would divulge the situation around them at such a gathering? It'll make it easy for others to discover their true identity. "
"Who knows? Perhaps he really is a lunatic. "Xio didn't know anyone with abnormal luck, so she replied indifferently.
Fors thought carefully for a moment, but she still couldn't figure out the true purpose of the mission. All she could do was throw it to the back of her mind. She planned on praying to Mr. Fool when Xio went to take a shower and pass the corresponding information to The World, German Sparrow.
。 Divine Emperor of the Nine Heavens
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