In Empress Borough, in Earl Hall's luxurious villa.
The top-grade Feynapotter St. Désiré Mountain coffee emitted a rich aroma, and the beautiful smell of Queen's Black Tea blended into an intoxicating symphony of scents. They lingered around an elegant three-tiered tray, serving delicious and exquisite desserts.
This was Audrey's afternoon tea.
Her aristocratic friends in mysticism came as promised, and they sat around the table, chatting and laughing.
After Audrey's quiet guidance, Jane, Murray, and the others developed a strong interest in the Hero Bandit Dark Emperor who had appeared last night. They all cast their gazes on Kang Leersson, the son of a noble who had joined MI9.
"Does that Dark Emperor have any Beyonder powers?" the sweet-looking Christine asked curiously.
Their fathers were at least viscounts, giving them sufficient status and channels to understand the existence of Beyonder powers and potions. However, they were just like Audrey back then, unwilling to join the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, Machinery Hivemind, or MI9. They were unwilling to waste large amounts of time on official duties.
Apart from that, the families they belonged to couldn't be traced back a thousand years. Even the ancient nobles of the Fourth Epoch, when the Rouen Kingdom was first established weren't completely loyal to the royal family or the upper echelons of the military. Therefore, they had never been bestowed with formulas. Even if there were Beyonder ingredients, they might not be able to recognize them, and even if they did, they wouldn't know how to use them.
This limited the possibility of Murray, Christine, and the others becoming Beyonders. They could only yearn for it, but it was difficult for them to take that critical step.
As for whether their elders had secretly collected potion formulas and nurtured a few Beyonders that belonged to their families, that wasn't something they could understand. After all, it wasn't allowed. If the king really caught wind of it, he could use it as a reason to strip them of their titles.
Of course, there were already two traitors in the living room at this moment. They were Audrey, who had advanced to Sequence 8 Telepathist, and Viscount Glaint, who had gathered a Beyonder ingredient and would soon become an Apothecary.
The lanky young gentleman, Kang Leersson, took a sip of coffee and said, "I won't give a direct answer.
"I will not answer you directly. I will only tell you some facts.
Apart from the traces of a gas explosion in the restaurant where the battle took place, various methods were used to detect poison, substitutes, wraith screams, bullets condensed from holy powers, and other elements. Right, that Black Emperor, no, that Hero Bandit, is in a ghostly state.
It doesn't seem like the one who killed Rear Admiral Hurricane Zillinges, nor does it seem like the one who finished off Lanevus in the sewers … The one who stole the Dark Emperor card and created Capim's case is Mr. Fool's third Blessed? Baekeland alone had at least three Blessed … How many Blessed would he have in total? Audrey had an idea. She pretended to be confused and asked,
"An intense battle between Transcendents happened there?"
Under her guidance, Mu Lei took a step further and asked,
"There's a Beyonder in the Capim family? A relatively powerful Beyonder? Or more than one? "
"He's just a human trafficker …" Viscount Glaint subconsciously expressed his doubts.
Audrey kept her faint smile and curious eyes, patiently waiting for Kang Si's answer.
Kang Si laughed and said, "Mu Lei's guess is correct.
"Murray's guess is correct. That's all I can say.
"Do you want me to be grounded by Team Leader?"
Capim's family has relatively powerful Beyonders, and there's more than one …
Indeed, he's not an ordinary human trafficker. He might be involved in many mysterious matters …
Human trafficking … Could it be that he's involved in a cult's sacrifice? Mr. Fool's Blessed is targeting this?
Lanevus's incident was similar. It involved a cult, a sacrifice, and the descent of the True Creator … I wonder which cult or evil god is behind Capim …
Mr. Fool's target seems to be those evil gods … Is it really a game between deities? I wonder how many things "He" has ruined for those evil gods … Audrey made many connections, and her heart gradually surged.
Our Tarot's enemy is an evil god!
Nothing else is qualified!
Could it be that Mr. Fool wants the title of Nemesis of Evil Gods? Audrey pursed her lips and chuckled inwardly.
Then, she reined in her emotions and secretly repented.
Audrey, how can you do this? How can you joke about Mr. Fool …
…
At noon, Klein returned to Minsk Street, and as expected, he found a letter in his mailbox that Old Kohler had hired a carriage driver to deliver.
This was the emergency contact they had agreed on.
Of course, according to Klein's expectations, Old Kohler, who didn't know how to read, would only use simple symbols to tell him when and where to meet. To his surprise, when the letter was unfolded, it turned out to be neat words.
With just a glance, Klein confirmed that it was the same handwriting as in Daisy's vocabulary book.
From the looks of it, this girl helped Old Kohler write it … This piece of paper doesn't show any signs of being soaked in moisture. Perhaps Old Kohler specially bought some for emergency contact … Klein opened the door and read the letter as he walked into the living room.
He didn't take off his coat, only his hat, and leaned on his cane. This was because the fireplace in the room had yet to be lit, and the cold of early November was silently drilling into his bones.
The contents of the letter were very simple. After all, Daisy didn't know many words.
She first thanked the detective for his kindness, then told Klein that she had returned home safely. Finally, she tactfully mentioned that she hoped that the detective would bring the vocabulary book with him the next time he came to East Borough.
A polite girl … Klein chuckled, snapped his fingers, and burned the letter, leaving no clues behind.
He decided to make another trip to East Borough tomorrow to return the vocabulary book to Daisy and reimburse Old Kohler for the cost of delivering the letter, paper, and pen.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh and chuckle.
"Captain, it's my turn to reimburse someone else …"
With only the last bit of work left, Klein suddenly had nothing to do. Without wasting any time, he went out again and went straight to the Quelaag Club. Dr. Allen often appeared there on Friday afternoons, and Klein wanted to ask about the tarot card-playing child, Will Auceptin.
After entering the Quelaag Club in Hillston Borough, Klein said to the waiter in a red vest, "A cup of Marquis black tea and a dessert.
"A cup of Marquis black tea and a dessert. Send it to the corner of the hall where Dr. Aaron and Reporter Mike are sitting."
Klein had already seen the cold-blooded, well-known surgeon, Allen Ceres, who wore gold-rimmed glasses, and the Daily Observer reporter, Mike Joseph, who had worked with him twice and had a pair of charming blue eyes, as well as the aristocratic equestrian teacher, Talim Dumont, who was second only to Sherlock Moriarty in frequency of appearances at the club.
"Oh, our great detective is here, and he happened to be talking about you." Talim smiled as he stood up.
"Are you badmouthing me?" Klein joked.
Mike stood up as well and reached out to shake his hand.
"No, I want to hire you again."
"What's the matter this time?" Klein bowed to Dr. Allen and sat at their table.
Mike chuckled.
"You should've read the newspaper, right? Capim has been killed by the Hero Bandit Dark Emperor, and his crimes have been exposed. This is really something to be happy about!
"And as a reporter, I have to have sufficient news acumen. I plan on getting a list from the police department and going to East Borough to interview the rescued girls. Then, I'll restore Capim's most vicious, cruel, and unforgivable side to the readers of the newspaper. Of course, those victims must remain anonymous."
He paused for a moment, then lowered his voice.
"I also have a hidden goal, or rather, an idea. Through such interviews, I want to find out if those girls and their families have any special friends. Who knows, that might be the Hero Bandit Dark Emperor!"
You've found the right person … The corners of Klein's mouth nearly twitched.
He smiled at Mike.
"We've already worked together on matters in East Borough. We have enough familiarity and trust, so I have no reason to refuse."
"It's a pleasure working with you!" Mike stretched out his hand with a relaxed expression. "We'll start tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. The pay will be the same as last time, a total of 10 pounds."
At this moment, Dr. Allen, who had been listening by the side, said,
"Sherlock, I'd like to hire you as well. Tonight, or after dinner."
I've been optimistic recently … Klein asked in amusement,
"Will it conflict with Mike's commission?"
"No." Allen shook his head. "My luck has been pretty good recently. This makes me suspect that my bad luck was because of that child's reversed Wheel of Fortune card and his words. I'm very puzzled and troubled by this. I can be said to be very good to him and have great kindness. Why would he do this to me? I want to visit him at his house and confirm that he didn't mean it. However, I'm still afraid of something similar, afraid that an accident will happen, so I want you to protect me tonight. It won't conflict with Mike's commission. How about it? "
This is exactly what I want to do! Challenging the impossible. After doing good deeds, my character has become very good … Have I really become the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck? Klein was pleasantly surprised as he smiled reservedly.
"No problem. We can talk about the pay."
…
City of Silver.
Derrick Berg examined the translucent worm with twelve rings once again, examining the remains of Amon's avatar.
He originally wanted to ask Mr. Fool what it was, but considering that he had already troubled this god-like figure once, he gave up on the idea because he was rather thick-skinned. He planned on conjuring it to ask Mr. The Hanging Man, Miss Justice, and the others at the next Tarot Gathering.
After hiding the worm, Derrick suddenly thought of something. The team that had followed Shepherd Elder Lovia to explore the half-destroyed temple of the Fallen Creator was about to return. It wasn't too far from the City of Silver, and it was a direction they hadn't set foot in before.
He decided to take a look. There were quite a number of people he knew.
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