Well, although I don't need it anymore, I can give it to Susie and exchange it for other extraordinary materials... Well, Susie's potion still needs the spinal fluid of the Falsman rabbit... It's much more convenient to let Susie do some things than to do them myself... Every "great detective" needs a good assistant, yeah! Audrey made a quick decision. For her, this was no longer something she cared about.
After putting down the telegram, her joy subsided and the troubles of reality gradually emerged.
I still owe Mr. Fool the intelligence of the secret society, the mission to assassinate Ambassador Intis, and a request from his followers... I finally feel the feeling of carrying a heavy debt... Audrey, we can't delay any longer! Let's take action! The girl clenched her fist quietly, intending to find a pen and paper and write a letter to Viscount Greylint, asking him to arrange a meeting between her and Xio and Fors as soon as possible to entrust the matter to them.
Audrey picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and suddenly stopped writing with her wrist suspended.
She just thought of a very critical issue, which is that she knew very little about Intis Ambassador Baker. In this case, it was easy to misjudge the difficulty. Either she could not find someone willing to accept the commission, or she entrusted it to an unsuitable person, causing the mission to face failure at the very beginning.
As for the inflated cost, that was not her focus. She believed that the reward Mr. Fool would give her would be better and more helpful.
After a moment's silence, Audrey turned to the maid Anne and said:
"Tell Countess Jialiya that I accept the invitation and will attend her ball on time tomorrow night."
Galya is the wife of Count Wolff. She has invited ambassadors from various countries stationed in Loen, including Beckeran Jean-Martin, to her upcoming ball.
Audrey originally wanted to use illness as an excuse to turn down the dance, but now she is very interested in it.
After observing Ambassador Baker and gathering enough intelligence, she will meet with Hugh and Fors! Audrey suddenly felt the excitement of participating in a big event and starting the adventurous life she had always dreamed of!
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The capital of the Rorsted Archipelago, the "City of Generosity" Bayam.
After returning to the real world, Alger Wilson changed into a set of slightly exaggerated and gorgeous clothes from the Republic of Intis, entered the alley from the back door of the hotel, and walked around several streets.
He stopped in front of a house without a garden or lawn, took out a common white hard-shell mask and put it on his face.
Then he reached out and knocked on the door, three times hard and two times light, with two long knocks and three short knocks.
After waiting for more than ten seconds, the door creaked open and a man in a pirate turban poked his head out and looked around quickly.
"Come in." The man made way and said in a deep voice.
Alger said nothing and walked into the house quietly.
Bang!
The door suddenly closed.
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At 15 Minsk Street, Klein opened the curtains and sat down at the desk.
The secret intelligence about the Order given by "The Hanged Man" let him know that the target was likely to have some connection with the Republic of Intis. At the same time, he recalled the "Hanged Man's" previous description of the Antigonus family, "weird" and "terrible".
The Beyonder who used the iron-black nematodes to sneak into my room last night, peeked at the information and left a warning did behave a little strangely... The sequence chain mastered by the Antigonus family is exactly the "diviner" path of the Secret Society. The two can be equated... In other words, we can make such a guess that the Beyonder last night was a member of the Secret Society and a part-time spy for the Republic of Intis? Or he did not belong to the Secret Society, but with the help of the connection between the Republic of Intis and the Secret Society, he obtained the corresponding formula and potion? Klein began to make bold assumptions and carefully verify:
"This can explain why my 'clown' premonition did not work when the strange iron wireworms invaded. This is due to the suppression of me by higher-order people in the same path... Of course, there is also the reason why the iron-black nematodes did not pose a real threat to me..."
"Similarly, it can also explain why the iron-black nematodes sneaked in and headed straight for the desk the night I just finished writing the intelligence on Ian Wright... The other party's ability as a 'fortune teller' would make things reasonable enough..."
After repeated consideration, Klein felt that his guess was probably close to the truth.
"If he is indeed a higher-sequence person in the 'Fortune Teller' path, what would his sequence be and what would the name of the potion be? He can control the iron-black nematodes. Could he be another giant in the 'Circus', a trainer?" Klein shook his head silently, half in self-mockery and half in amusement.
Maybe I will get the subsequent potion formula from him... Is this the true meaning of the revelation I got from divination before? Backlund is really the "land of hope"... Klein muttered to himself and began to think about what to do next:
He has already delegated the task of assassinating Intis Ambassador Bakeran and completely eliminating the hidden danger. He himself must avoid suspicion and does not have the ability to do so.
After leaking Ian Wright's whereabouts to both parties, he believed that Ambassador Bakeran would not have time to retaliate against him in the short term, nor would he cause any additional trouble.
Finding the very important item he mentioned was obviously what he cared about most.
"In other words, I am safe until the item is found. There is no need to rush to hire a powerful Beyonder bodyguard... Well, even if there is a subsequent revenge, the ambassador cannot ask a high-sequence expert to deal with me. This is neither economical nor necessary. After all, Backlund is not his home ground..."
"The biggest possibility is that it will still be handed over to the Beyonder who used the iron-black nematodes to sneak into my room last night. He is at least Sequence 7, or even Sequence 6 or Sequence 5. He has enough strength and is familiar with the situation... I will hire bodyguards according to this standard when the time comes... I hope that before that, the ambassador will never be able to issue orders again..." Klein looked at the fog that finally dissipated outside the window, as if in a daze.
He decided to go to the "Brave Bar" tonight. One was to use Caspars to get in touch with other extraordinary people and lay the foundation for selecting suitable bodyguards. The second was to find a chance to sell Meursault's extraordinary characteristics and raise some funds. The third was to see if there was anyone selling powerful magical items to improve his own strength. This was a plan that would never be outdated.
After making up his mind, Klein pretended to leisurely read the newspaper. He waited until it got dark before he slowly got up and made himself a tomato oxtail soup.
After eating and drinking, he closed the bedroom curtains as usual and decided not to open them tonight.
Then, he summoned himself, responded to himself, and turned into a special spirit. He moved the Azik copper whistle, Meursault's extraordinary characteristics, homemade talismans, various materials and tarot cards above the gray fog back to the real world, leaving only a small number of items such as the blood-stained standard contract.
After doing all this and equipping himself with the corresponding items, Klein's strength returned to its peak and he once again became a half-expert in mysticism.
He straightened his collar, picked up his hat and cane, and left 15 Minsk Street.
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Tiemen Street, inside the "Brave Bar".
Klein, who exchanged a glass of beer for the information, found Caspers in a card room. He was playing "Fighting Evil" and betting on a boxer outside. He was having a very comfortable time.
This familiar environment reminded Klein of the last time he met Maric, who was playing Texas Hold'em with a dozen zombies. He suddenly felt fortunate that he did not bring the Azik Copper Whistle with him.
If I had brought the copper whistle given by Mr. Azik, I guess the dozen zombies of Maric would have rebelled on the spot and "entered" me with hospitality... I wonder what his expression would be... Klein stood by the door and nodded to Kaspars Kalinin.
Caspers covered the cards, swore, stood up and walked to the door, lowering his voice and saying:
"I'll take you to a place. Although the people there are not as good as Maric, they are all quite powerful. Whether or not we can make a deal has nothing to do with me. However, I must warn you in advance not to anger them, otherwise you may not see the sun tomorrow. Of course, it is not easy to see the sun in Backlund after September."
"Do I need to pay you?" Klein asked sincerely.
Caspers nodded with satisfaction:
"Two pounds."
This amount can buy a revolver in a weapons store... Although they will mark the price at more than 3 pounds, you can basically bargain it down to around 2 pounds... Klein muttered and handed Caspers two 1-pound notes.
Caspers turned around and said something to his fellow card players. He led Klein and limped toward the bar's kitchen. From there, they entered the alley behind and walked around to a dark house.
He took out an iron mask that only covered the upper half of his face, handed it to Klein, and chuckled:
"Just consider it as your two pounds."
I can buy a lot of them for two pounds... Klein put on the iron mask and deliberately messed up his hair.
Seeing that he was ready, Kaspers knocked on the door rhythmically.
After seven or eight seconds, a small wooden board on the door was suddenly pulled open, revealing brown eyes behind it.
After being examined for a long time, Klein finally saw that the door was open to the back.
A man wearing an iron mask stood there and handed Klein a hooded robe. He said to Caspers in a hoarse voice:
"Remember to tell me in advance next time, otherwise, hum!"
He closed the door, turned around, and led Klein through the dark living room and into the living room on the first floor.
There was a candle lit on the coffee table there, and the dim light made the whole room dim.
There were about ten people sitting on the sofas and chairs around the coffee table, all dressed in hooded robes and iron-colored masks.
After putting on his robe, Klein quietly found a chair in the corner and sat down. He heard a chubby-faced man complain:
"Recently, there have been a group of wild beasts in the sewers, and they ate a lot of the herbs I planted."
"They are very smart. They didn't touch anything poisonous. I need someone to help me clean them up. You know, this is not my specialty. I am only good at mixing potions to treat your illnesses." 8)