After making a rough guess, Klein didn't rush to confirm it. He pretended that nothing had happened and turned the paper around to face himself.

The information he wrote about Ian Wright was absolutely true. Even if divination techniques were used to confirm it, a positive answer would be obtained. Therefore, he believed that the people on the ambassador's side would follow this line of investigation and gain certain results. They would have no motivation or time to retaliate against him in the short term.

Similarly, he would continue to spread out the papers on the desk so that the monitoring personnel of the special military department could see them, and guide them to relax their attention on themselves, shift their focus to Ian Wright, and race against time with the ambassador to find him.

This way, Klein will be safer.

"It feels like I'm walking on a tightrope. Is this the Joker's special physique?" He laughed and shook his head, opened the bay window, and wanted to breathe in some fresh morning air, but the thick, choking smog outside made him close the window silently again.

Using an ink bottle to hold down the paper with Ian's information, Klein went to the bathroom next door to quickly clean himself up. He then took off the black double-breasted long coat and half-high silk hat hanging on the coat rack and went all the way to the second floor.

He and Attorney Jurgen made an appointment to have breakfast together today.

Pulling out a black silver-studded cane from the umbrella stand in the hallway, Klein walked along the edge of the street in the fog where visibility was no more than ten meters, all the way to No. 58 Minsk Street, and rang the doorbell of the gloomy house.

As the jingle-dong sound echoed in his mind, a black cat with green eyes and its tail raised high suddenly appeared in his mind.

The black cat Brody walked in a straight line to the door, accumulated strength for two seconds, then suddenly jumped up and stretched out his hand to grab the door handle.

Then, inevitably, it fell, twisted the handle with its weight, and opened the door.

With a creaking sound, the morning breeze blew and the door slowly moved back.

Black Cat Brody looked at Klein arrogantly and walked to the side.

"What a clever cat," Klein praised Doris, the old lady in a white apron.

Doris smiled until her wrinkles smoothed out one by one:

"It depends on its mood. Most of the time it will act stupid and seem not to understand what you are saying. Oh, I have prepared my best bean and turnip soup for you. Dip it in bread."

Bean and turnip soup... the name sounds like a dark dish... Klein smiled and said:

“I’m looking forward to it.”

As he was talking, Lawyer Jurgen walked out of the bathroom. Even though he was at home and had just gotten up, he was still dressed meticulously. His white shirt was straight, his tan vest was tight, and the lines of his trouser legs seemed to have just been ironed.

"The contract you asked for has been sorted out. Please check if there is anything missing." Jurgen glanced at them with his blue eyes and went straight to the point without any greetings.

His brown hair was neatly combed back, and the sheen of his hair oil was clearly visible.

“Okay.” Klein leaned on his cane, took off his hat and coat, followed Jurgen into the study on the first floor, and took over a thick contract.

He stood there, flipping through the book casually. The more he read, the more headache he got. In the end, he just quickly glanced over the key clauses.

I hope that everything is included. The clauses that were overlooked before have also been added. For example, instead of paying Leppard 100 pounds in one lump sum, three time points will be set up and the payment will be paid in installments based on his progress. The first installment is 50 pounds... Not bad, so I don’t have to go to Backlund Bank for the time being to withdraw the remaining 100 pounds in my anonymous account. The money on me will be enough... Klein closed the document and smiled at Jurgen:

"I am very satisfied. Your professionalism is better than I thought."

As he spoke, he took out two 1-pound notes he had prepared.

Jurgen took the money and handed the remaining contracts to Klein, then said seriously:

"If you make a mistake when signing, here are two extra copies. Remember to shredder the remaining contract."

The current paper shredder is a hand-cranked mechanical paper shredder.

Klein was about to nod when old lady Doris in the restaurant shouted:

"Two great guys, it's time for breakfast!"

"My grandmother's hearing has deteriorated a little," Jurgen explained, gesturing for invitation.

Klein followed him into the restaurant and saw that old lady Doris scooped out a spoonful of thick liquid with yellow and green from the black soup pot and poured it into the corresponding plate.

"Here, try some bean and turnip soup, and this is your bread." Mrs. Doris said with a smile, pointing at the pile of suspicious food.

Klein glanced at Jurgen and saw that his expression was even more serious than before. His heart skipped a beat.

Forcing himself to sit up straight, Klein broke off a piece of white bread, dipped it in the yellow-green soup, and stuffed it into his mouth with the spirit of an adventurer.

"..." He was surprised to find that the taste was actually quite good. The light salty taste was mixed with an appetite-stimulating sweetness, which just brought out the softness and fragrance of the bread, with obvious layers of flavor.

"My grandmother used to be an excellent cook." Jurgen said casually as he tasted his breakfast slowly.

...Then why do you have such a stern face... I see you have no appetite when you eat... Klein complained in his mind and immersed himself in the relaxation and pleasure brought by the food.

After leaving Jurgen's house, he took many buses to Sage Street in St. George's district, and reached a formal agreement with Leppard, paying the first payment of 50 pounds, and the second payment of 30 pounds will be given in two weeks depending on the other party's progress.

At this point, Klein only had 21 pounds and 8 soli left.

Then he returned to the Cherwood District and went to the public library there to look through the past year's edition of the Tussock Times, looking for news about Intis' ambassador to the Kingdom of Loen.

Near noon, he finally saw the other person's black-and-white photo and confirmed that it was the person he saw in his dream divination.

"Beckland. Jean. Martin." Klein silently recited the name of the ambassador of the Republic of Intis, walked out of the library, and randomly found a small restaurant to have lunch.

…………

At 2:50 p.m., Klein pretended to rest, drew the curtains, walked four steps backwards, and entered the gray fog.

He first divined whether the special military department would relax its surveillance on him, and got a positive answer. Then he wrote down a divination sentence he had thought of in the morning:

"Last night's intruder."

Leaning back in his chair, Klein silently recited a sentence, lowered his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

In the unreal, fragmented and gray world, his bedroom emerged.

At this moment, Klein saw a dark shadow moving in the gap at the bottom of the door!

A slender, iron-black nematode crawled in, and its center arched high and then flattened, moving in a continuous cycle towards the desk.

Its movements were very stiff, as if broken down into slow-motion frames, giving it an eerie feel.

The iron-black nematode crawled to the desk and climbed to the top, leaving a trail of rapidly evaporating mucus along the way.

It stopped in front of the paper with Ian Wright's information written on it, and its head suddenly rose up, and the central part stood upright, leaving only the tail end supporting the body.

At this moment, it looks like a human being!

After examining it for a while, the iron-black nematode pushed the paper to turn, then returned to its original path and disappeared.

So that's how it is... In other words, the intruder last night didn't want to retaliate against me, he simply didn't have the ability to do so... Unless this iron-black nematode is highly poisonous... Klein nodded suddenly, and used divination to confirm that the Beyonder who controlled the iron-black nematode was assigned by Intis Ambassador Beckran Jean Martin.

After doing all this, he completely covered the paper bag in the corner with gray mist, and then sent a message to "Sun" Derrick.

When the hands of the pocket watch were in place, Klein pulled in "Justice", "The Hanged Man" and "The Sun" at the same time.

This week’s “Tarot Club” has arrived as scheduled!

…………

The familiar gray fog and hazy figures came into view. Audrey, who had successfully been promoted to Sequence 8, half stood up, lifted her skirt slightly, and greeted happily:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool. Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man. Good afternoon, Mr. Sun!"

Klein, who had opened his spiritual vision early, used the special ability above the gray fog to notice that the surface of Miss Justice's astral body had changed again deep in her etheric body. The uniform color had become much purer, so he chuckled and said:

"Welcome, our Miss Mind Reader."

Audrey smiled modestly, said a few words modestly, and turned to look at the opposite side:

"Mr. 'The Hanged Man', it's time for you to submit your six-page diary for this week."

Perhaps after seeing this, Mr. Fool will recall something and tell us some “common sense”… She looked forward to it with a slight curl of her lips.

Alger nodded and began to materialize six pages of Roselle's diary with the help of Klein.

He had thought about asking the Fool for permission to directly submit the remaining diaries as a sacrifice, but when he saw that the other party didn't seem to be very interested and didn't take the initiative to bring it up, he gave up the idea.

This is consistent with his understanding. Roselle's diary has a certain effect on the godlike Mr. Fool, but not too great. He will collect it, but he will never be in a hurry.

The six pages of the diary were quickly completed. Just as Alger was about to present it to the “Fool” at the top of the bronze table, he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said respectfully:

"Mr. Fool, I have heard some information about the Secret Order."

Across the seas and oceans, information is not blocked, it’s just not timely enough.

Those big pirates also attached great importance to intelligence and would often send people to the colonial islands to exchange the information they had collected. It was through this channel that Alger learned about the secret society.

“Very good.” Klein nodded slightly, signaling The Hanged Man to tell the story, without avoiding the presence of Miss Justice and Sun.

This helped the former to gather other information about the secret order, while the latter simply did not understand it.

At the same time, he made the six pages of the diary flash into his palm.

The Hanged Man Alger said slowly:

"The Secret Order has some connection with the Republic of Intis."

The Republic of Intis... That's right. Emperor Roselle is from Intis, and Zaratul found him in Trier, the capital of Intis... The Secret Society was also involved in the famous incident in Intis later... Well, it's not surprising that the Secret Society still has a certain connection with the Republic of Intis today... Klein confirmed that the information provided by the "Hanged Man" was true.

Oh, just in time. I have to deal with the ambassador of the Republic of Intis next... Klein didn't rush to read Roselle's diary. He looked up at the only three members.

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