For a moment, Klein's casual glance paused and froze on the familiar figure.

He immediately realized that he was showing some abnormality, but for a demigod, this was a problem that could not be ignored.

The muscles in his back tightened, and Klein's mind raced with thoughts, creating sparks.

He did not avert his gaze suddenly as if by reflex, but continued to look over there, looking at the demigod who seemed to be the "Black Emperor", and said to Senator Macht with a smile:

“It’s true that it’s not just retired military officers who come here.”

This is nonsense that seems to be well-observed but actually has no meaning.

Senator Macht laughed:

"Any club, in the end, will grow beyond its original boundaries."

His answer seemed to say nothing, but if you taste it carefully, it would make people feel as if he said something, or just the opposite.

At this time, the gentleman with broad shoulders, long arms and wearing a black suit naturally turned his head and glanced at where the two were. He saw a wealthy man who had donated 15,000 pounds was looking at him and others curiously, and whispering with Congressman Macht next to him.

This made him feel that the other party's astonished look just now was more like a normal reaction after knowing his position.

Then he withdrew his gaze and continued the unfinished topic.

At this time, Klein's vest was covered with a layer of cold sweat, and his legs felt a little weak.

Although he had faced off against a demigod and even fought with him before, this was his first time to be in such a small setting, in close contact, and in a situation where danger could be imminent. More importantly, he was far from ready to face a demigod. Not only did he not have a secret doll, he only had the "Death Knell" revolver, Azik's copper whistle, and an adventurer's harmonica.

The "Poseidon Scepter" cannot be carried by the body, and the use environment is very demanding, otherwise it will cause a large number of casualties; if "Groselle's Travels" is kept on the body for a long time, Klein will passively enter the world in the book. At that time, it will be very troublesome to get out; "Creeping Hunger" has not yet been sealed, and it is restless every day. It is impossible to take it out in advance unless it is needed; the "Luck Thief" talisman is made of "Time Worm", which may attract Amon. Unless it will be used soon, Klein will not have the courage to carry it all the time...

If the demigod who was suspected to be the "Black Emperor" really discovered the problem, there was only one best solution he could think of:

That was to play the harmonica, summon the messenger lady, and ask her to take him to escape from Backlund with the help of the spirit world!

He had not thought of letting Reinette Tinicole fight directly with the other party. He held the "Death Knell" revolver and looked for opportunities to shoot from the side. Because this was Backlund, the official Beyonder's home ground. With the peculiar appearance of the messenger lady, if that gentleman randomly accused her of a crime, Klein would definitely be besieged, and there would definitely be more and more demigods and powerful seals waiting for him.

It was really thrilling... Klein logically looked away and used the Joker's ability to control his legs, walking towards the door without showing any abnormality.

He did not ask Congressman Macht next to him, nor did he ask who those people were. He seemed not interested at all, proving that he had just taken a casual look.

However, the other party's gaze revealed his appearance to Klein:

Thick but not messy black eyebrows, short and hard hair of the same color, dark blue and almost black eyes, a high nose bridge like a mountain, a large beard extending outward from around the mouth, a deep contour, a long face shape, and cold lines.

This is a very tough man, he could be in his thirties or forties, it is difficult to judge accurately.

Judging from his appearance alone, Klein felt that he was more like a demigod of the "Arbiter" path than a demigod of the "Black Emperor" path.

Of course, this demigod's temperament is actually closer to a "warrior", but he is too short.

With this clear face, Klein no longer needed to ask questions and could directly ask Arrodes for answers. Even if he was still wary of the "magic mirror", he could also entrust Miss Xio, Miss Sharon and others to do a simple identity investigation.

He believed that no matter how hidden a demigod was, his position would not be too low and could be easily detected.

One step, two steps, three steps, and Klein left the East Balam Veterans Club in a normal manner.

After getting on the carriage, he leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, and sighed deeply in his heart:

"The clues to the Backlund Great Smog Incident that were lost have finally been connected again..."

He didn't open his eyes or speak for a long time, as if he was still thinking about the business issues they had discussed before, but in fact he was more trying to calm down the inner emotions he had just suppressed.

During this process, Klein noticed that his personal valet Richardson wanted to speak several times but then closed his mouth again, as if he was troubled by something.

In the end, he said nothing and concentrated on preparing Marquis black tea for his employer.

Because of what happened just now, Klein was in no mood to care about his problem for the time being and pretended that he didn't notice anything.

Amid the silence and the sound of wheels turning, they returned to 160 Böklund Street.

After reaching the third floor, Klein was about to take a bath in the bathtub where the maid had adjusted the water temperature. Richardson, holding his hat and cane, hurried forward and asked respectfully:

"Sir, are you going to the Southern Continent soon?"

“Yes.” Klein responded frankly. He was even ready to give the housekeeper Tanya another 500 pounds in cash as daily expenses for Dwayne Dantès’s residence while he was in the southern continent.

At the same time, he also gained a deeper understanding of the importance of the positions of butler and personal servant in upper-class society:

The master cannot hide many things from them, so when there are irreconcilable conflicts in their beliefs, attitudes or political positions, they must be replaced.

Richardson hesitated and said:

"Sir, I was born in the Southern Continent, I speak the Dutan language, and I am very familiar with the local customs. I should be able to help you."

Dutan was the common language of the ancient Balam Empire. In today's East and West Balam, ordinary people still use this language. Only those in the middle and upper classes understand foreign languages ​​such as ancient Feysac, Loen, and Intis.

Klein felt more fortunate about this, because ancient Balam was once a unified empire with a true God. So although the various states within it had different accents, they all spoke the Dutan language, and the same was true for written language, which saved him a lot of trouble.

If I were to encounter dozens or even hundreds of languages ​​being used in a mixed language, that would be really overwhelming... However, Dutan and Ancient Fusak are not in the same system. I cannot master them as quickly as I did the many branches of the latter. Finding a translator is essential. Uh, Anderson seems to be very good at Dutan. I haven't heard him mention that there were communication barriers in West Balam... After listening to Richardson's words, Klein suddenly understood what he was struggling with.

As a personal valet, he was required to follow his employer when he went out to do business, but the butler did not have to.

In other words, the valet is not only a personal secretary, but also plays the role of a business secretary to some extent.

Obviously, Richardson liked the life in Backlund and everything about it. He didn't want to go back to the southern continent and didn't want to see the sights and things that reminded him of the past. So, when he was in the carriage, he wanted to explain his expertise several times but couldn't open his mouth. He hoped that Dwayne Dantès could find a more suitable candidate.

Klein groaned for a moment and said:

"I can see that you don't like the Southern Continent very much. Why did you take the initiative to tell me these things?"

Richardson slowly lowered his head, looked at his toes and said:

"You gave me the opportunity to gain experience and grow, and I thought, I think I can help."

It's a very simple feeling of gratitude... If you don't say it, no one can be sure that you will speak frankly. After all, you were born and raised in a colonial estate in East Balam... Klein looked at Richardson carefully for a few seconds, smiled silently, and sighed in his heart.

However, he had no plans to let this valet accompany him to the southern continent. Firstly, this would make his various actions inconvenient, and secondly, if he was recognized by some acquaintances from the Restoration Society's Spiritual Cult, it might affect the rest of his life.

Klein smiled and said:

“I have many friends there, they all understand Dutan and know the customs.

"Well, you have more important things to do. You have to stay in Backlund and deliver gifts to some of my friends' homes on my behalf every once in a while. I'll give you a list when the time comes. Also, read the newspaper more often, pay attention to valuable investment news, do field research, and then give me the corresponding reports. I'll have Ms. Taneya prepare a sum of money specifically for these things."

Richardson was a little stunned at first, then he said with surprise and joy:

"Yes sir, I will try my best!"

At this moment, he felt that he was being valued and his vision inexplicably became blurred.

For the first time since he was born, he felt that the future was full of hope and something to look forward to.

After sending Richardson away, Klein took a comfortable bath to relax his tense spirit. Then, he put on his pajamas, returned to the bedroom, took out a pen and paper, and drew a complex symbol that combined "voyeurism" and "secret".

On the surface of the full-length mirror, water ripples suddenly spread out in circles, and the silver light formed runes:

"Supreme and great master, your loyal and humble servant Arrodes comes at your call!

"Are you leaving Backlund again?"

Klein nodded and said:

"Yes."

Without waiting for Arrodes to indicate that he could ask questions, he spoke directly:

"Can I still contact you in the Southern Continent?"

"Of course! As long as you take out that magical receiver." On the surface of the mirror, the silver words were quickly reorganized. "However, you can't let it stay in reality for too long, or use it too frequently. There are many gifts from the 'Mother Tree of Desire' in the southern continent, and He may be able to sense it through this."

Klein nodded slightly and asked:

"What do you know about the 'Mother Tree of Desire'?"

The Magic Mirror Arrodes was silent for a long time before the silver light on the mirror surface moved and transformed into a complete sentence:

"I dare not say it, nor do I dare to show it."

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