On the tiny balcony of the master bedroom, Klein, who was in the form of Dawn Dantès, stood behind the railing as he silently watched Syndras's luxurious carriage slowly drive away.
His mind was still echoing with the other party's words. He felt that the Coim Company's stock purchase had a hidden conspiracy from the very beginning.
To Syndras, although the Coim Company had great potential and a bright future, its value was still limited to Baekeland. It was restricted by all sorts of conditions and wasn't worth the attention of a powerful banker, making it seem as though he wouldn't relinquish control. After all, even if he didn't succeed, it would only be a difference of how much he earned. It wasn't to the extent of incurring losses.
To the seller, Cuarón, it was very normal for him to sell his shares for cash due to external pressure. It was also very normal for him to be unwilling to sell to the Conservative Party's Purse of Money, Syndras. But the problem was that as a businessman, it was indeed possible to consider political leanings when the price was about the same. There was no reason to reject an extremely high premium. However, he had deliberately completed the transaction with Dawn Dantès before Syndras made his final offer. From the looks of it, he had a grudge against the pound or an extreme hatred of the Conservative Party. And this didn't match the current political atmosphere. The Kingdom of Rouen hadn't reached such a level of internal strife.
From the looks of it, someone is forcing Syndras to do this, and someone is using this as bait to set up a trap, using Cuarón's 3% shares as bait and me as cover to lure Syndras into a trap, hoping to achieve a certain goal … Klein looked at the street lamps under the night sky as he sighed inwardly.
According to his guess, if he hadn't discovered a problem that night and hadn't directly sent people to Syndras, he would've ended up in prison due to all sorts of seemingly conclusive clues. And when the military or the Church of Evernight interfered, the evidence would undoubtedly turn against him and point to Syndras.
During this process, as long as Syndras made a slight misjudgment, treating Dawn Dantès as an accomplice of the mastermind and using relatively intense means to deal with him, it would be the final nail in his coffin.
As for who was behind the scenes and what their true motives were, Klein had no way of guessing. He could only be sure that Madam Marie probably didn't know the truth and was merely being used by someone to protect her control over the Coim Company. In short, she didn't have the qualifications to participate in a conspiracy of this level.
Environmental protection … New Party … Conservative Party … Bankers … Takeover … Framing … Nouns after nouns popped up in Klein's mind, making him feel as if he could see through the current peace in Baekeland to the dangerous whirlpools that were hidden underwater.
They had existed for a long time and had not been pacified by the Great Smog. Some of them were even an extension of that incident.
With all of these intertwined and the increasingly tense international environment, Klein suddenly thought of a word: "War."
"Revolution!"
In that second, Klein seemed to smell the impending storm.
Furthermore, with the apocalyptic prophecy, I wonder how much chaos and madness is brewing in the dark … My current focus is to start with the military and investigate the truth behind the Great Smog of Baekeland. If I were to be embroiled in this maelstrom, there's a high chance that there will be unnecessary trouble. I might expose my Sequence strength, making it impossible for me to continue acting as Dawn Dantès … Klein retracted his gaze and had already made up his mind.
That was to escape as soon as possible!
As for Syndras's safety, he wasn't worried. Firstly, he had the backing of the Conservative Party and had his own forces. With him on his guard, it would be difficult for him to be framed again. Secondly, Klein didn't have much of a relationship with him. It was already considered a noble act for him to warn him.
As for the truth behind Cuarón's death, he didn't have the right to investigate it. All he could do was choose to believe that the Nighthawks were experienced and had many means to find the real clues.
How should I extricate myself from this matter? As long as the 3% of the shares are in my hands, it means that I will always be in the center of the stage … Get Madam Marie to buy it back ahead of time? It would be very difficult. She probably didn't have the funds … Sell it to Baron Syndras? Breaking the promise and the contract … Klein gradually came up with an idea.
His facial muscles inexplicably twisted a little, but he soon relaxed, because what he wanted to do was what he wanted to do before, but he didn't have the ability to do it. Moreover, this was also beneficial for him to establish his image, and it would be easier for him to enter the upper class.
…
In the room next door with the balcony, Xio and Fors stared at the street and garden, while the other stared at the crimson moon that was half-hidden behind the clouds. Neither of them spoke for a long time.
Only when the lights on Dwayne Dantès's side were extinguished did she turn her head to look at her friend. She said with interest and obvious wistfulness,
"It's not easy being a tycoon …"
"If it were you, you would have gone bankrupt in three days and been sent to jail."
Xio glanced at her.
"I can hire a great butler, a professional lawyer, and a capable business secretary to help."
Fors didn't continue to discourage him. Instead, she smiled and said,
"If it were me, I would convert all of it into bank deposits, state bonds, and houses and shops, relying on the annuity income to maintain a decent enough life."
Just as she said that, she saw Xio frown slightly as she cast her gaze at the first floor of the building.
"What's wrong?" Fors suddenly tensed up.
Xio focused for a few seconds.
"My spiritual perception tells me that something or something related to black magic has appeared."
One of the greatest features of a Sheriff was that when they were close enough, they could detect things that were related to evil, chaos, and madness that weren't shielded.
"Black magic?" Fors was considered a senior Beyonder, so she was no stranger to it.
Strictly speaking, anything that did not go through the seven orthodox gods was considered black magic, including those ritualistic magic that prayed to the hidden existences.
Generally speaking, black magic referred to the use of flesh, blood, hair, and all kinds of strange items to cast strange spells. Some of them involved evil gods, some of them stemmed from one's own Beyonder powers, and some of them relied on the spirituality of the materials and the correct symbols and magic labels.
Xio nodded solemnly.
"Yes, it's on the first floor. I plan on taking a look. Stay here and protect Mr. Dantès."
After two seconds of silence, Fors nodded and said, "That's right.
"Alright."
After Xio left the half-open room with the balcony, she took out Leymano's Travels from her pocket. She was prepared to immediately take action if anything went amiss.
Elsewhere, Xio was agile as she briskly went down to the first floor. Following her senses, she arrived outside one of the rooms.
After confirming that her target was inside, Xio was taken aback as her expression gradually sank.
If she didn't remember wrongly, this room belonged to the butler who had hired her, Walter!
In that momentary daze, the black magic item or matter that had stimulated her spiritual perception vanished. The room was silent as though nothing abnormal had happened.
Xio hurriedly pressed her ear to the door and listened carefully, confirming that there was human breathing inside.
After waiting for a while and seeing that Walter hadn't taken any action, she returned to the third floor with a look of puzzlement. She recounted her discovery to her friend, Fors.
Finally, she said, "Should we act as though we don't know anything, or should we think of a way to warn Mr. Dantès?"
Fors thought for a moment.
"Maybe Mr. Butler didn't mean any harm?
"Let's observe for a while longer."
After expressing her attitude, she clicked her tongue and sighed.
"I have to say that Mister Dawn Dantès is really a pitiful fellow. Not only was he used to frame Baron Syndras, but he was also wrongly imprisoned, causing his reputation to be tarnished. He also has a butler with unknown intentions who studies black magic. Sigh, I hope he doesn't lose his life because of this. In this aspect, he's just a helpless ordinary person."
Xio nodded in agreement.
"After these three days, if we still can't confirm Mr. Butler's intentions, then leave him a note as a reminder."
…
The next morning, after finishing his breakfast, Klein glanced at Walter with his usual expression. He left with his valet, Richardson, and took a carriage to Saint Samuel Cathedral.
After listening to the sermon and praying, Klein didn't make any donations. Instead, he went straight to Bishop Elektra.
"What's up?" Although the bishop was under a lot of pressure due to the infiltration of Chanis Gate, he was still rather kind to his believers.
Klein smiled and said,
"I've been through some things recently, and I've become more aware of my inner self."
Without waiting for Bishop Elektra to ask, he continued, "That's right.
"I want to establish a bursary fund for the poor and hope to get help from the Church.
"I'll put my Coim Company shares into this fund and use all the funds it can obtain according to the contract to start this matter."
Bishop Elektra was stunned when he heard that, because it was definitely not a small sum.
Although outsiders did not know how much Dawn Dantès had spent to purchase the 3% shares, they had heard rumors that it was more than 10,000 gold pounds. Furthermore, the subsequent returns would not be low!
When Madam Mary was pursued by many men of status, her total assets were only tens of thousands of pounds.
Therefore, Dawn Dantès's donation of more than ten thousand pounds was definitely considered a huge sum. In the entire Church of Evernight, apart from the type designated in the will, the number of donations that were higher than this could be counted on one hand!
"That is an act worthy of any praise." "However, I have to remind you not to do anything beyond your capabilities."
Klein replied with a smile,
"For me, it's not a small amount, but it's still bearable. It won't affect my life and business."
Bishop Elektra's smile gradually turned warm as he nodded.
"The Goddess will be watching you."
Hearing this blessing, Klein's expression almost froze.
Bishop Elektra continued.
"I will report this to His Excellency the Archbishop and strive to hold a charity dinner for this foundation. At that time, we will invite believers of the Goddess from all fields, including a few nobles and their families, to see if anyone is willing to participate."
He knew very well that Dawn Dantès had been trying to enter the upper class, so he purposely chose the nobles.
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