You actually know me? Does this mean that Mr. Isengard Stanton often mentions me as a friend, or that the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom knows that I was involved in the Backlund smog incident? Klein smiled and nodded calmly:

"Yes, I am Sherlock Moriarty."

The young man with gray-blue eyes immediately made way and gestured for him to come in with a warm smile:

"Mr. Stanton has been worried about you, afraid that you might have met with an accident. Now he can rest assured."

Klein handed the other party the umbrella, took off his hat and coat, and walked into the hallway. At this time, Isengard Stanton, who had noticed something, had put down the newspaper and pipe in his hands, left the armchair, walked forward a few steps, and looked over.

"Oh, Sherlock, you are finally back. It's been a long time since we last met, my friend." Isengard, who had a thin face and gray hair, smiled, came over, and opened his arms, trying to give a greeting hug.

Klein was not used to this kind of etiquette between men. He responded reluctantly and said with a smile:

"Mr. Stanton, this is not what a believer in wisdom does."

The priests and bishops of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" always have a kind of inner pride and rarely use the hugging ceremony.

In fact, except for the rugged Feysac Empire and the open Intis Kingdom, this kind of etiquette is rarely seen in other countries and regions, and only appears between very familiar friends.

Isengard took two steps back and chuckled:

"No, Shylock, we are always generous with our respect and kindness to our truly wise friends.

"In my heart, you are one of the top five detectives in Backlund."

I like to hear that! Klein laughed secretly and asked humorously:

"So you are one of the top three detectives?"

It was indeed gratifying to be praised as truly wise by a Sequence 7 believer of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.

"I hope that's what you think." Isengard answered subtly and gently, then invited Klein to the living room and sit on the sofa.

He leaned back in his easy chair, picked up his pipe, took a deep puff, and exhaled slowly, saying:

"I'm glad you didn't meet with any accident and that you are in good physical and mental condition.

"How was it, did you have a good time in Dixie Bay?"

Klein had already prepared his words and smiled calmly:

"In fact, I didn't go to Desi Bay. I went around there and then went to Constanton. Haha, I got into some trouble in Backlund before, so I had to find a place to hide for a while."

Sherlock Moriarty is a gentleman from Jianhai County with a subtle accent. When he got into trouble, it was a normal choice for him to hide back in his hometown. Conston City is the capital of Jianhai County.

"I know." Isengard responded in a low voice.

He did not ask Sherlock what kind of trouble he had gotten into, but smiled and said:

"Anyway, welcome back to Backlund. If you need any help, you can come to me."

Klein didn't hesitate and said:

"I came to visit you this time because, firstly, we haven't seen each other for a long time, and secondly, I hope you can sell the shares of Backlund Bicycle Company on my behalf. Haha, all the documents are complete, and no other procedures are required."

In order to play the role of a mysterious rich man and repay the 10,000 gold coins he owed to the messenger lady, he not only planned to sell off his unused items, but also gave up the 10% stake in Backlund Bicycle Company. Anyway, Sherlock Moriarty would not be able to appear openly for a long time.

"Are you really going to sell it?" Isengard fumbled with his pipe and said, "Although I have never been a businessman, I can see that bicycles are a very valuable commodity that can be promoted on a large scale. Its commercial prospects are like the rising sun, and it is far from reaching its peak. If you sell it now, you will lose a lot of money."

"So, the buyer is definitely willing to pay a lot more for this expectation." Klein chuckled. "I believe there are many people who can see the value and prospects of bicycles, and Franmi and Leppard are definitely unwilling to reduce any of their shares at this stage. It is not a problem for me to sell my 10% at two or three times the normal price. Eisinger, the pricing of equity transactions must not only look at the present, but also the future."

It is very necessary to tell buyers or investors an attractive story and paint a beautiful future! Of course, the value and prospects of bicycles do not need my additional description. Anyone with a business sense can see that the only problem lies in the production of natural rubber... Klein silently added two sentences in his mind.

"The pricing of equity transactions must not only be considered now, but also in the future..." Isengard repeated Klein's words in a low voice. After a while, he sincerely admired, "Sherlock, maybe you should go into business. However, there will always be many unexpected things in the future."

"Taking risks is the spirit of chivalry in the business world. Well, I admit that I'm in urgent need of a large sum of cash recently." Klein responded with a smile.

Isengard picked up his pipe, took a puff with satisfaction and said:

“You convinced me.

"I will ask a professional lawyer and accountant to determine the current value of Backlund Bicycle Company, and then add enough expectations to sell your 10% stake, and deduct the corresponding fees and taxes from the cash received.

"Hmm...how can I contact you? It seems that your lease on the house on Minsk Street has expired a long time ago."

Of course, Klein would not reveal his current identity, and said with some preparation:

"You can publish the news of the share transfer in newspapers such as the Tussock Daily and the Backlund Daily to let more people know. Competition will give you better bargaining power. Once the shares are sold, publish a notice to indicate that the matter is completed and there is no need to bother them anymore.

"And when I see this announcement, I will come directly to visit you."

Isengard was no stranger to the method of communicating through newspaper advertisements. He nodded and said:

"No problem, of course, all expenses will be deducted from the final harvest."

Seeing that the main goal had been achieved, Klein stood up and stretched out his hand, saying:

"Thank you for your help, Isengard.

"I should leave now. We can talk about some things later."

Isengard did not try to stop him and escorted him out the door.

Klein went around to a nearby neighborhood and took a horse-drawn carriage. He admired the night view of Backlund in the sparse rain while heading to the Brave Bar.

He planned to reopen Sherlock Moriarty's information and resource channels tonight!

After entering the noisy and chaotic bar, he did not go to the bar to order drinks or ask, but just walked around the boxing ring and prepared to leave, waiting for Miss Sharon to appear in the carriage outside.

At this time, the door of the billiard room creaked open, and Ian, wearing an old coat, came out holding a newspaper.

His bright red eyes swept around casually, and suddenly he caught sight of a familiar figure. He opened his mouth, but did not utter the other person's name. He just said in surprise:

"Good evening, sir, how can I help you?"

“Not for now. I just came to see an old friend.” Klein said with a warm smile.

As he was talking, he saw that the newspaper Ian was holding was the "Maritime News", and the exposed content had a very eye-catching headline:

"Shock! The crazy adventurer has become a wanted criminal!"

Crazy adventurer... Klein intuitively felt that this had something to do with him.

Ian noticed his gaze, smiled and raised the newspaper and said:

“This is a rare timely report by the Maritime News, as bounties have appeared in various places.

"The crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow planned an incident that harmed the City of Generosity and was confirmed to be a member of an evil organization. In this incident, thanks to the protection of the Church of Storms and the Kingdom's military, Bayam suffered no casualties, but the Blood Admiral, Senior, who was involved in the incident, went missing and was initially suspected to have been killed by Gehrman Sparrow.

"What do you think the bounty they offered for Gehrman Sparrow is?

“50,000 pounds!

"This is more than the 'Admiral of Blood' and close to the Admiral of Hell!"

50,000 pounds... Klein's heart was pounding when he heard it.

He calmed the ripples in his heart and responded with a smile:

"Unfortunately, few people can receive such a reward."

He pointed to the door of the bar and said:

"I'll come see you later when I have time."

"Okay." Ian didn't ask any more questions, but instead asked, "Is Mr. White from the Harvest Church your friend?"

Emlyn was willing to go out? For those followers of the Original Moon? Klein nodded and said:

"right."

After saying this, he squeezed out of the crowd, pushed the door and left the "Brave Bar".

After getting into a cab, Klein looked out the window, waiting for Miss Sharon to appear.

Of course, he couldn't guarantee that the other party was still here. After several months, the lady and Maric might have changed their usual places.

Silently, Klein was suddenly inspired and turned his head to look at the window. On the glass that was able to reflect the night, he saw the figure of a young girl wearing a small black bonnet and a Gothic court dress clearly reflected.

Turning back, Klein saw Miss Sharon sitting across from him. Her light blond hair, blue eyes, and pale face were no different from before.

"Good evening." Klein, who didn't need to play Gehrman Sparrow, took the initiative to greet him.

Sharon stood up slightly, lifted the hem of her skirt, and returned the greeting.

Thinking that the other party might have read the "Maritime News", he couldn't find a topic to start a conversation, so he cleared his throat and said directly:

"I killed Senior."

"Yeah." Sharon nodded slightly, indicating that she understood.

Klein smiled and continued:

"If Maric needs another Beyonder characteristic of 'Wrathful Soul', he can wait and gather funds. Once I find a replacement, I will sell Senior to him."

Sharon didn't ask what "replacement" meant, and simply responded:

"After seeing the news, he was waiting for you to come back."

“Very good.” Klein chuckled, reached his hand to his collar, and pulled out a silver necklace. “This is Senior’s lucky item. You should know its condition, right?”

Sharon said “hmm” and waited for Klein to continue.

"I plan to sell it and one of the 'Biotoxin Bottles'. Are you or your circle interested?" Klein asked proactively.