For an instant, Klein's casual gaze paused as it froze on the familiar figure.
He immediately sensed that he was acting a little abnormal, and with his spiritual perception as a demigod, this was a problem that couldn't be ignored.
His back muscles tensed up as thoughts raced through Klein's mind, producing sparks.
He didn't retract his gaze reflexively. Instead, he continued looking at the demigod suspected to be from the Black Emperor pathway and smiled at Macht.
He smiled at Macht and said, "Indeed, it's not only retired officers who are here."
This was nonsense that seemed like a meticulous observation, but it was actually meaningless.
Macht chuckled.
"Any club will eventually exceed its original boundaries when it develops."
His answer didn't seem to say anything, but on careful thought, it made people feel like he had said something, or perhaps it was the exact opposite.
At this moment, the man in a black suit with broad shoulders and slightly long arms naturally turned his head to look at where the duo was. He saw a tycoon who had donated 15,000 pounds curiously sizing them up while whispering to Macht beside him.
This made him feel that the other party's astonished gaze was a normal reaction after learning of his position.
Then, he retracted his gaze and continued the unfinished topic.
And at this moment, Klein's back was covered in a layer of cold sweat. He felt his legs go limp.
Although he had faced a demigod in the past and had even fought one, this was the first time he was encountering such a situation in such a small setting. More importantly, he was far from being prepared to face a demigod. Not only did he not have a marionette, but he also had Death Knell, Aztec's copper whistle, and the adventurer's harmonica.
The Sea God Scepter couldn't be carried with one's body, and it had strict requirements on the environment it was used in; otherwise, it would result in massive casualties. Once Rosell's Travels was carried on him for an extended period of time, it would cause Klein to enter the World inside the book. When that happened, it would be very troublesome to come out again. Creeping Hunger was still unsealed, making it restless every day. Unless it was necessary, it was impossible for him to take it out ahead of time. The Fate Siphon charm was made from a Worm of Time, so it might attract Amon. Unless it was used very quickly, Klein wouldn't have the guts to carry it around …
If the demigod who was suspected to be from the Black Emperor pathway discovered the problem, the best solution he could think of was:
That was to blow the harmonica and summon Miss Messenger, asking her to bring him out of Baekeland with the help of the spirit world!
He never thought of letting Reinette Tinekerr engage in a battle with the other party while he held Death Knell and looked for an opportunity to fire from the side. This was because this was Baekeland, the home turf of the official Beyonders. With Miss Messenger's strange appearance, any crime that the gentleman casually pinned on her would definitely result in a siege for Klein. There would definitely be more and more demigods and powerful Sealed Artifacts.
What a close shave … Klein moved his gaze away in accordance with logic. He used his Clown powers to control his legs and walked out the door without any abnormalities.
He didn't ask Macht, nor did he ask who those people were. Clearly, he wasn't interested in them at all. This was to prove that he had only taken a casual glance.
However, the other party's glance had exposed his appearance to Klein.
He had thick but not messy black eyebrows, short and stiff hair of the same color, dark blue eyes that were nearly black, a high nose bridge that resembled a mountain, and a large beard that extended out from the corners of his mouth. His facial features were deep, and he had a rather long face, as well as cold lines.
This was a man with a very tough vibe. He might even be in his thirties or forties, making it difficult to make an accurate judgment.
Just from his appearance, Klein felt that he was more like an Arbiter pathway's demigod and not a Black Emperor's.
Of course, this demigod's bearing was actually closer to a Warrior's, but he was too short.
With this clear appearance, Klein didn't need to ask any further questions. He could directly get an answer from Arrodes. Even if he was still wary of the magic mirror, he could still get Miss Xio, Miss Sharon, and company to do a simple identity check.
He believed that no matter how a demigod hid himself, his position wouldn't be too low. It would be very easy to find out.
One step, two steps, three steps. Klein left the East Balam Military Veterans Clubhouse in a normal manner.
When he got into the carriage, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed deeply in his heart.
"The broken clue of the Great Smog of Baekeland is finally reconnected …"
He didn't open his eyes for a long time and didn't speak. It was as if he was still thinking about the business issues they had discussed before, but in fact, he was trying to calm down the emotions he had just suppressed.
During this process, Klein noticed that his valet, Richardson, wanted to speak a few times, but he would shut his mouth, as though he was troubled by something.
In the end, he said nothing and focused on preparing marquis black tea for his employer.
Because of what had just happened, Klein was not in the mood to care about his question for a while, so he pretended not to notice anything.
Amidst the silence and the sound of wheels turning, they returned to 160 Böklund Street.
On the third floor, just as Klein was about to take a bath in the bathtub that had been adjusted by a first-class maid, Richardson, who was holding his hat and cane, took two steps forward and asked respectfully,
"Mister, are you going to the Southern Continent soon?"
"Yes." Klein replied frankly. He was even prepared to give Taneja another five hundred pounds in cash to cover the daily expenses of the Dawn Dantès mansion when he was in the southern continent.
At the same time, he gained a deeper understanding of the importance of the positions of butler and valet in the upper class.
Master couldn't hide many things from them, so when there was an irreconcilable conflict in their beliefs, attitudes, or political stance, they had to change.
Richardson hesitated for a moment.
"Sir, I was born in the Southern Continent, and I'm fluent in Dutanese. I'm very familiar with the local customs, so I should be able to help you."
Dutanese was the lingua franca of the ancient Balam Empire. In present-day East and West Balam, ordinary citizens still used this language. Only those in the middle and upper echelons knew foreign languages like ancient Feysac, Rouen, and Intis.
Klein felt that he was lucky. As ancient Balam was once a unified empire with a true god, although the various states had their own accents, they all used Dutanese. Similarly, the written language was the same. This saved him quite a bit of trouble.
If I were to encounter dozens or hundreds of languages mixed together, that would be a headache … However, Dutanese and ancient Feysac aren't from the same system. I won't be able to master it as quickly as I can learn the various branches of the latter. Finding an interpreter is a must. Uh, Anderson seems to be very good at Dutanese. I've never heard him mention any communication difficulties in West Balam … After hearing Richardson's words, Klein suddenly understood why he was stumped.
As a valet, he needed to follow his employer when they were out on errands, but a butler didn't.
This also meant that a valet was a personal secretary, but to a certain extent, he played the role of a business secretary.
Clearly, Richardson liked his life in Baekeland and everything there. He didn't wish to return to the Southern Continent, nor did he wish to see any scenery or incidents that would remind him of the past. Therefore, on the carriage, he had wanted to explain his specialty a few times, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. He hoped that Dawn Dantès could find a more suitable candidate.
Klein pondered for a moment and said, "I can tell that you don't like the Southern Continent.
"I can tell that you don't really like the Southern Continent. Why are you telling me this?"
Richardson slowly lowered his head and looked at his toes.
"You've given me the opportunity to gain experience and grow. I think, I think I should be able to help."
A very simple sense of gratitude … If you hadn't mentioned it, no one would've been able to confirm that you know Dutanese. After all, you were born and raised in a colonial manor in East Balam … Klein carefully looked at Richardson for a few seconds and silently smiled as he sighed inwardly.
However, he didn't plan on letting this valet follow him to the Southern Continent. Firstly, it would make it inconvenient for him to do anything. Secondly, if he were to be recognized by someone familiar from the Nation Restoration Charismatic Order, it might affect the rest of his life.
Klein smiled.
"I have quite a number of friends over there. They know Dutanese and all sorts of customs.
You have to stay in Baekeland. Every once in a while, help me deliver some gifts to some of my friends. When the time comes, I'll give you a list of names. Also, read more newspapers and take note of any valuable investment news. Do some field research and give me the corresponding reports. I'll get Ma 'am Taneja to specially prepare a sum of money for these matters. "
Richardson was a little taken aback at first before he said in pleasant surprise, "Yes, sir.
"Yes, sir, I, I will try my best!"
At that moment, he felt that he had been put in an important position as his vision turned blurry for some baffling reason.
Ever since he was born, this was the first time he felt that the future was filled with hope.
After sending Richardson away, Klein took a comfortable bath to ease his tense mind. Then, he put on his pajamas and returned to his bedroom. He took out a pen and paper and drew a complicated symbol that was a mixture of "prying" and "concealment."
On the full-body mirror's surface, ripples suddenly spread out as silver light formed Rouen text:
"Exalted Great Master, your loyal and humble servant, Arrodes, has come to answer your summons!
"Are you leaving Baekeland again?"
Klein nodded.
"Yes."
Without waiting for Arrodes to indicate that he could raise a question, he directly said,
"Can I still contact you in the Southern Continent?"
"Of course! As long as you take out that magical transceiver. " On the surface of the mirror, the silver words rapidly reorganized themselves. "However, you mustn't let it stay in reality for too long or use it too frequently. There are many bestowments from the Mother Tree of Desire in the Southern Continent. 'She' might be able to sense it through this."
Klein nodded slightly and took the opportunity to ask,
"What do you know about the Mother Tree of Desire?"
Arrodes suddenly fell silent. After a long while, the silver light on the mirror squirmed and formed a complete sentence:
"I don't dare to say it, nor do I dare to show it."
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