Seeing the bottle of Southwell beer with white and delicate foam being placed in front of Sherlock Moriarty, Carlson finally came to his senses.

When the bartender was far away, he lowered his voice and asked:

"What do you want?"

Klein picked up the glass and took a sip, spending a few seconds savoring the malt aroma and the light aftertaste that followed the bitterness.

"Cheers!" He turned his head to look at Carlson and raised his glass with a smile.

Carlson shook his head without hesitation to reject his invitation, and muttered:

"Yours is beer, mine is strong distilled liquor, not suitable for toasting."

Klein himself was just pretending. He took another sip of Southwell beer, looked forward, and laughed:

“What I want is simple.

"I don't know what's inside the mausoleum, so I can only describe it vaguely. Um... I hope to pick one from your gains from exploring the mausoleum. I'm not greedy, and this won't involve high-level items. Even if there are any, I wouldn't dare to ask for them.

"If you find nothing, or there are only high-level things there, then I don't want anything. Of course, I believe that in the latter case, you will definitely not be stingy to give me a sum of cash that matches my contribution."

After learning about the Amon family tomb from Miss Sharon yesterday, he had a rough plan.

The first plan is to blow the whistle, contact Mr. Azik, and join forces with him to explore the tomb.

However, this plan had many potential problems. First, Klein was not sure how much strength Azik, who was still searching for his memories, had recovered. Second, Azik was being pursued by MI9, and a rash contact would easily bring trouble to both him and the other party. Third, Klein would most likely re-enter the sight of the sealed object "0-08". Of course, he had considered the possibility of using the gray fog to complete the contact and exploration, but the fact that blowing the copper whistle above the gray fog could not summon a messenger had blocked his subsequent plans.

More importantly, Klein did not dare to, nor did he want to, expose the secret above the gray fog to Azik Eggers, whose identity was unknown.

Therefore, he finally chose the second option, which was to use his identity as an informant to hand over the intelligence to the "Mechanical Heart" and demand corresponding and reasonable rewards.

In terms of the number of high-sequence experts, is there any force with more than the seven major churches?

As far as Klein knew, there were nearly ten high-sequence masters in the Church of the Evernight Goddess. In other words, nearly half of the thirteen archbishops and nine senior deacons had reached or exceeded Sequence 4, not counting the goddess's favored follower, His Holiness the Pope, who ruled the church.

Even if the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery is not as good in this regard, it is not too far behind. The Archbishop of their Backlund Diocese, Horamick Hayden, is a High Sequence Master.

However, this orthodox church with rich accumulation would not attach great importance to mid-sequence things. Klein believed that he had a chance to negotiate a reasonable "price".

In short, the core elements of the second solution are:

If you have difficulties, find an organization!

After hearing the price Klein offered, Carlson was stunned for a second and asked:

"Aren't you a believer in God?"

The goddess has always lived in my heart... Klein drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest:

“It is because of my faith in God that I told you this news instead of revealing it to the Nighthawks through Mr. Stanton.

"God said, those who wish to strengthen themselves will become stronger. Only when I become stronger and have more money can I access more channels and master more resources, thereby providing you with better and more effective intelligence."

In order to convince the "Mechanical Heart", he specially flipped through the "Steam and Mechanic Codex" that he had bought earlier to decorate his house in the morning, found a few quotations from the gods that met his needs and memorized them carefully.

Carlson was unable to refute for a moment, so he just stood there and forgot about drinking.

Seeing this, Klein quickly added:

"And this will help you establish a harmonious and efficient new era informant relationship. As long as you spread the word about the rewards I received and that you keep your promises and never go back on your word, I believe that other informants will be deeply moved and greatly motivated, and will do their best to collect useful intelligence for you.

"Of course, I hope that my pseudonym will be used in publicity."

Carlson listened with a dazed look on his face. He picked up the wine glass, took a big gulp, and almost choked.

"Well, Sherlock, the real you is completely different from my previous impression of you." He sighed.

The detective Sherlock Moriarty in his memory was good at analysis and reasoning, extremely calm, extremely polite, and provided very effective advice with a sense of justice. He was an outstanding believer in God.

And now the other party...

Klein took a sip of beer and chuckled:

"Everyone has different sides, and it is easy to make mistakes when using a single side to replace the whole. This is something we must pay attention to when reasoning."

Carlson calmed down for a moment, stood up and said:

"I don't have the authority to agree to such a request. I will report it immediately. Please wait here for a while."

"Okay." Klein waved over the bartender and ordered an order of fried potato chips.

After he slowly finished his food and drank his beer, Ikanser Bernard, the butler of the Mechanical Heart, took Carlson back to the bar.

"There is nothing wrong with your request, but there must be one caveat, that is, items with strong side effects and curse effects are not included in the selection." Ikanser looked around and saw that there were not many people around, so he said in a deep voice.

What I want is the materials... Klein immediately laughed:

"good!

"I would like to ask again, is this your personal decision or a response from the higher-ups?"

"I have the right to make such a decision." Ikanser used his hat to press down his fluffy hair. "But because the matter involves the tombs of nobles in the Fourth Epoch, I sent a telegram to the archbishop, and he did not object in his reply."

“Okay.” Klein drew the triangular holy emblem again, “I will tell you the information now.”

Ikanser shook his head subconsciously.

He looked around and pointed to a billiard room and said:

"Let's go inside and talk."

This butler who is always publicly executed by the mirror called Arrodes is quite experienced... Klein muttered and followed Ikanser and Carlson into the billiard room, making sure that the two rooms on the left and right were empty.

Klein paused for a few seconds and said carefully:

“What happened is that an extraordinary person discovered a hidden tomb at the bend of the Stratford River in Whitecliff Town. He explored the periphery and found some items.

"Afterwards, they recruited people to conduct further exploration, but no one ever came back. If you look carefully there, you will definitely find corresponding traces."

Ikanser listened carefully and asked:

"Is it confirmed that this is a noble tomb from the Fourth Epoch?"

"The items on the periphery can prove that they are members of the Amon family of the Tudor Dynasty." Klein answered truthfully and reminded, "The Beyonders who died inside are not weak, and there are quite a few of them. I don't think this mausoleum can be explored by those below the High Sequence."

"Amon..." Ikanser frowned slightly instinctively.

It can be seen that as a deacon, he has the authority to know some ancient secrets.

Without waiting for Klein to emphasize again, he raised his eyes and said:

“We will collect relevant information before taking action.

"The tomb of the nobles in the Fourth Epoch is extremely dangerous. Do not tell this information to anyone else, or explore it on your own. Otherwise, you and your friends will lose your lives."

If I dared, I wouldn’t be sitting here… Klein laughed at himself and said:

“My credit has always been good.”

After the deal was done and he saw Ikanser and Carlson off, he put on his hat and walked slowly to the door of the Lucky Man bar.

The Mechanical Heart is very cautious about the great nobles of the Fourth Epoch and the Amon family. They will have to prepare for at least a few days before taking action... Cautious... Klein's randomly divergent thoughts suddenly froze on a word.

He remembered another thing that was prudent enough:

After Roselle joined an ancient organization suspected to be the "Twilight Hermits", he never mentioned the other party's name in his secret diary written in Chinese, and always referred to them by corresponding characteristics.

This is a phenomenon that is so cautious that it makes people suspicious!

Why didn't Emperor Roselle dare to mention the name of that organization, even in Chinese? This was completely different from his diary, where he dared to write everything... What was he afraid of? What was he worried about? Could it be that as long as he said or wrote the name of the "Twilight Hermits", no matter what language he used, they would know it? Did one of their members or a sealed object have similar abilities? Klein had a guess, but there was no way to confirm it unless he was willing to take the risk and try.

Let's assume it's true, and I wasn't sensed by them because the psychic Apostle of Desire was above the gray fog, and told Miss Justice that he was using the gray fog to respond to her prayers... Well, it's almost Monday again, and I have to remind Miss Justice at the Tarot Club not to say or record the name of the "Twilight Hermits." As for the reason, I'll just give her a look and let her figure it out... Klein quickly made follow-up arrangements and strode out of the Lucky Man bar.

Seeing that it was still early, he took a carriage directly to the Cragg Club, intending to spend the afternoon there.

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw the equestrian instructor Talim Dumont.

This descendant of the nobility sat in a corner, holding a glass of scarlet wine, his face flushed, sipping it in high spirits.

“Talim, you seem to be in a good mood.” Klein greeted with a smile.

Talim laughed and said:

“Because the New Year is coming.”

After that, he asked excitedly: "Sherlock, do you know what it feels like to really like someone?"

...Klein gave a fake smile:

"I'm sorry, I'm still single."

"That's a shame. Well, I have to get busy." Talim drank the rest of the wine, stood up and waved.

"By the way, thank you for introducing Mr. Franmi Cage." Klein remembered the investment in the bicycle project and thanked him sincerely. "When are you free recently? I would like to ask you to take me to taste the delicious food in Backlund."

"After the New Year." Talim put on his hat and walked towards the reception hall with a smile.

Is this guy in the season of love? Klein couldn't help but mutter.

He had just turned around and taken a few steps when he suddenly heard a heavy thump.

Klein turned his head suddenly and saw Talim Dumont lying on the ground, his left hand pressing tightly on his heart, his body twitching continuously.

This... Klein rushed over.

But at this time, Talim was foaming at the mouth and had lost his last breath.

In just a few seconds, he, who had just looked so happy, turned into a corpse.