On Tuesday morning, Klein, who woke up naturally, prepared two slices of toast, a piece of butter, a portion of bacon and a cup of coffee for himself, and ate breakfast leisurely while reading the newspaper.

With the terrible spell of "Dirty Words", he felt much more at ease and was no longer as nervous as before.

After flipping through the Backlund Post, Klein picked up the Tussock Post and saw a piece of news on the second page:

"At 2am this morning, a fierce gun battle broke out in Red Brick Lane in the East End. According to the police, this may have involved a conflict between two gangs, one of which is the notorious Zmanger Gang."

The Zmanger Party... Red Brick Lane in the East District... Klein suddenly had an idea. He left the table and found Backlund's map.

He only took a glance and found that Red Brick Lane was not far from Whiterum Street, and Ian Wright once frequented the telegraph office on Whiterum Street.

Red Brick Lane is where Ian Wright is hiding? The fierce conflict is between the military's special department and Intis's intelligence personnel? I don't know what the result will be... Klein forked the last piece of bacon, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

He had just "told" both parties the divination results yesterday morning, and they had locked on Ian's location that night, which was quite efficient.

After taking a sip of coffee, Klein put down the newspaper and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, he heard the doorbell jingle and ring.

"Who?" Klein wiped his mouth with a napkin and walked towards the door in confusion.

Could it be a new commission? I've been running around for Ambassador Intis's business these days. I don't know how many commissions I've missed and how many potential clients I've lost... It's a waste of my advertising money... If this continues, my financial situation will be stretched to the limit... Klein thought of many things at once and reached out to open the door.

There were two ladies standing outside. One was Mrs. Summer, who was wearing a morning gown and was quite formal. She had delicate makeup on her face, and was more beautiful than at home. She didn't look like she was in her thirties at all. The other was wearing a wide-brimmed hat with fine black gauze hanging down, and her dress was darker and more fluffy.

"Detective Moriarty, I have a friend who hopes to get your help." Starling Summer held the veil in her hand, and there was no smile in her blue eyes.

“Please come in.” Klein pointed to the living room area and took the opportunity to turn around to fasten the top button of his shirt and adjust his black vest.

Starling nodded slightly, said nothing more, and led the lady with her face covered by a black veil into the room.

She was very familiar with this place, and without Klein's reminder, she easily found the sofa and sat down.

Klein was about to ask a question immediately, but after thinking about Starling Summer's style, he smiled and asked:

"Coffee or tea?"

In his eyes, Mrs. Summer was a lady who pursued quality of life and wanted to demonstrate her superiority in every aspect.

"No need." Another lady took off her wide-brimmed hat with black plaid.

Her facial features look good individually, but when combined together they are disappointing. In addition, her cheekbones are too high, making her look much older than her actual age.

A little anger, a little sadness, a little hesitation, a little fear... Klein read the lady's emotions.

It's not that he suddenly has the ability to control the audience, but that the other party's performance is too obvious.

"Yes, neither coffee nor tea can solve the problem." Starling imitated the posture in the magazine and tried to make herself sit more elegantly. "This is Mrs. Mary Gale. She is a shareholder of Coim Company."

“Mrs. Gale, what do you want to entrust me with?” Klein sat on the single sofa, leaning forward slightly, with his arms resting on his thighs.

"Don't call me Mrs. Gale, just call me Mary." Mary Gale pursed her lips and said, "I want you to follow my husband and confirm whether he has a mistress. It would be best if you can get substantial evidence."

Because of the active promotion of the Church of the Goddess of Night over the years, the marriage law of the Kingdom of Loen was more radical than that of countries such as Feysac, Intis, and Lenburg. It stipulated that those who betrayed their marriage must pay a monetary price for it, which meant that they would be at an absolute disadvantage in terms of property division.

I heard that other private detectives, at least four out of ten commissions are to investigate extramarital affairs... I didn't expect to encounter this myself... Klein said carefully:

“Substantial evidence is not easy to come by.”

"I will lend you a latest model portable camera first." Mary answered without hesitation, "As long as you can get evidence, I will pay you 10 pounds. If you just want to confirm whether there is a mistress, you can only get 3 pounds."

Do you mean the so-called portable camera that is two-thirds the size of my head? 10 pounds, that's a lot of money... Klein has been paying attention to entrepreneurship recently and has some knowledge of the latest cameras.

He hesitated for two seconds and said:

"OK."

"But you must provide detailed information about your husband and his activity patterns."

"...No problem!" Mary was stunned for a second, then she said as if she had mustered all her strength.

"Thank you for your help. I hope you won't tell anyone else about this." Starlin reminded.

Hearing this, Klein sighed and said:

"I'm a very secretive person and I often get into trouble for that."

…………

In the hall of Count Wolfe's house, men and women danced to the melody played by the violin.

Audrey, holding a glass of light-gold champagne, "accidentally" ran into the Intis Republic's ambassador to Loen, Bakerlan Jean Martin.

"You are the most beautiful lady I have ever seen." Baker, who had a thin face and some stubble, politely kissed the back of Audrey's hand covered with white gauze gloves, his eyes passionate and bold.

Audrey's eyes turned and she chuckled:

"Is this how Intis talks?"

"Yes, we never hesitate to praise beautiful things." Bakeron laughed, "If it weren't for the customs of the Loen Kingdom, I might call you my angel."

Old pervert... Audrey maintained her elegant smile and said:

"The people of Loen are indeed quite different from those of Intis."

"Oh, this reminds me of a joke. Please allow me to be presumptuous." Bakeron squinted his eyes and said, "After spending a wonderful moment with a beautiful girl, most Loen men would say, oh, dear, I want to smoke a cigarette, while most Intis men would say..."

He paused deliberately. Audrey tilted her head slightly, suppressed her nausea, and pretended to be confused and asked:

"What will you say?"

"Most Intis men would say, 'Oh, baby, I have to go back and not be discovered by my wife,'" Bakeron said with a smile as he raised his glass.

"...People who can make fun of themselves always have extra charm." Audrey smiled politely.

Her beautiful, crystal green eyes suddenly looked behind Ambassador Beckram:

"Sorry, a friend is looking for me."

"It's a pleasure to chat with you." Baker bowed and moved aside.

Audrey walked forward gracefully without looking back.

Just as she was thinking about who to use as an excuse, a young gentleman came over and reminded her in a low voice:

"Audrey, don't be fooled by Ambassador Baker. He's an old pervert! I don't know how many ladies he has tricked into bed with."

Baker is obsessed with beauty? This is consistent with my observations... This is a weakness... Audrey turned her head and smiled, not hiding her disdain:

"Cons, do you have any misunderstanding about me? Goddess, how could I be confused by Ambassador Baker? The perfume he sprayed made me want to vomit, his words were so dirty, and his taste was like a male peacock."

Conse is the youngest son of Viscount Learson, and his family has a very good relationship with the Hall family.

According to Audrey, after graduating from Tingen University, Cons joined MI9 and became mysterious.

Her original plan was to chat with Ambassador Baker for a while, observe closely, and then, using her anger at him as an excuse, go to Conse and other friends in the intelligence community to get more information. But Conse Learson came over without her having to look for him, and took the initiative to start a related topic.

"Your feeling is correct." Cons smiled sincerely, looked around, and whispered, "Besides, Baker is a very dangerous guy."

"How dangerous is it?" Audrey asked curiously.

"You've heard of the Beyonders, right? I know you've always been interested in this area." Cons said carefully.

Audrey nodded lightly:

"I know a lot, mostly from what Grallint told me."

Cons looked at Baker who was chatting with a noble lady, and said with a serious expression:

"He is Intis's intelligence chief in the Kingdom. He has done a lot of bad things, but we have never obtained any useful evidence. He is a Sequence 6, 'Conspirator'."

He didn't explain it in detail to Audrey, who was not in the circle, and didn't mention that "Conspirator" belonged to the "Hunter" path.

However, Audrey already knew this, and she said innocently:

“He’s so awesome!”

"He has an assistant in secret who may have reached Sequence 5. In addition, all of Intis' intelligence personnel in the kingdom are under his management. There are quite a few Beyonders among them. Unfortunately, we only have control over a few of them..." Cons briefly mentioned, "Even if Bakeron praises you, don't be happy. This is not his true intention. He just wants to use this opportunity to get more intelligence."

I don't like what you said... Audrey looked up at the gorgeous chandelier, thought for a few seconds and said:

"Is Baker smart? You haven't got any evidence from him yet..."

"He is indeed good at plotting conspiracies, but he also has a lot of problems. He likes to chase ladies, enjoys romance, takes risks, and is quite radical. If it weren't for his identity as an ambassador, which prevented us from carrying out many actions, he would have been arrested long ago." Cons curled his lips and said, "But he will be replaced soon, very soon."

"Why?" Audrey asked in surprise.

"Dear beautiful lady, this is not something you should know." Cons insisted on the principle of confidentiality.

As the ball was drawing to a close, Audrey, who had gathered a lot of intelligence, found Viscount Glint and asked him to help contact Hugh and Fors. 8)