Wednesday morning, Cherwood, opposite Coim's.

Klein sat on a wooden bench outside the CapitaLand Department Store, holding a paper bag in one hand that contained the most famous Hinkie's Dixie pies in the neighborhood, and a glass of sweet iced tea in the other.

Next to him, there was a homeless man curled up on the other side of a bench and sleeping, but he was woken up and chased away by the mall security personnel ten minutes later.

Klein wore gold-rimmed glasses with low prescription and a half-high silk hat, looking no different from most of the gentlemen around.

He looked leisurely at Coim's Company across the street, raised his right hand, and took a big bite of Hin's Desi Pie, only to taste the juicy meat and the lingering aftertaste.

The reason why this pie from Desi Bay stands out among many pies in the south is that it is generous with the use of oil and fat, but it is chopped very finely, with a mixture of fat and lean meat so that it will not be greasy.

The juice with a strong meaty aroma seeps into the outer layer of the crust, neutralizing the dryness, making up for the shortcomings, and allowing the wheat aroma to be presented in distinct layers. The small pieces of chopped apples mixed in stimulate the appetite with a slightly sour and sweet taste and dissolve the oily smell.

It’s OK… Although Backlund has bad weather and serious pollution, it is far better than Tingen in other aspects. You can find different styles of food from different places, and you can watch all kinds of operas and dramas as long as you don’t mind spending money… Although you may not go to eat, you will go to watch, but at least you have the right to choose. This is the advantage of a big city... Klein picked up the sweet iced tea and took a sip comfortably.

His eyes never left the door of Coim Company. For the sake of earning 10 pounds, he sat here at 8 o'clock and bought breakfast on the way.

Of course, for most private detectives, earning 10 pounds for a commission is definitely an enviable business, which is equivalent to about 3 weeks' salary of a normal middle-class person!

According to the information provided by Mary Gail, her husband is currently the first manager of Coim and is Luke Summer's boss. However, the shares of Coim they hold originated from Mary's father and are her inheritance.

One of the direct reasons why she suspected her husband had a mistress was that an employee in the company revealed to her that Doragu Gail would leave alone every Wednesday and Friday morning and would not return until the afternoon. In addition, he would leave work early two days a week, and Mary had never seen her husband step into the house before seven o'clock.

After breakfast, Klein waited for more than an hour and finally saw the target person walk out of Coim Company.

He wore a black top hat, a double-breasted woolen coat, and a standard bow tie. He was slightly fat, with light yellow sideburns, slightly brown eyes, and a somewhat long face.

Dragul Gale... Klein silently repeated the target's name, stood up quickly, picked up his walking stick and the heavy portable camera, and walked towards the other side.

Dolagu did not ask his coachman to pick him up. He stood by the roadside, looking around for a carriage to rent.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Klein crossed the road and came to his side, pretending to be careless and bumped into him.

“Sorry, I’m trying to find the way.” Klein bowed his head and apologized.

Daragu frowned immediately, but remained silent and waved his hand to indicate that it was nothing.

Klein quickly bowed and saluted, then walked towards the street corner.

The reason he bumped into Dragon just now was not to steal his personal belongings so that he could easily track him using the "divination stick method", which would be too easy to be discovered.

At the moment of the collision, Klein only did one thing, which was to use the agility of the "Joker" to quietly stuff the spare button of his double-breasted frock coat into one of the target's decorative pockets.

Turning the street, he stopped and looked back, just in time to see Dragut getting into a cab.

Klein did not rush to follow. He waited patiently for a few minutes before slowly getting on another carriage and saying to the driver:

"Follow my instructions and go to the end of the street first."

"Okay." The driver didn't ask why.

Inside the carriage, Klein leaned on his cane and began to tell fortunes.

However, his divination statement did not point to Dragul Gale, but became "the whereabouts of the spare button of my clothes"!

The original and most practical use of the Divining Staff was to find objects. Only a fortuneteller could use it to find people. This time, Klein restored it to its original appearance.

The most convenient and easiest to find items are those of their own type!

As they drove along, Klein kept asking the driver to adjust the direction, and they finally arrived at a street-side house in the Hillston district. When he came around just now, he noticed that there was a garden and lawn at the back, which was different from ordinary houses.

His "divination stick technique" told him that Doragu Gale was in this house.

After paying the 2 soli fare, Klein walked toward the door with the marble statue and saw two men standing there wearing black and white checkered uniforms who seemed to be imitating police officers.

“I don’t know you. Where’s your membership certificate?” One of the men, who was of Southern Continent descent and had a brown complexion, reached out to stop Klein.

“Membership certificate?” Klein hid the heavy camera behind him and asked with a slight frown.

The brown-skinned man suddenly frowned:

"This is the Cragg Club. Only our members and their guests can enter. Only one person is allowed."

Klein hummed:

"How do I join your club?"

"You can only join if you get recommendations from two members." The brown-skinned man did not drive the man away rudely, but patiently answered the other party's questions.

He couldn't guarantee that the other party would not turn around and join the club.

“Okay.” Klein twitched his lips and decided to use Plan B.

He found a hotel near the Krag Club and asked for a short stay of four hours.

Then, he locked the door, drew the curtains, and went above the gray fog, allowing the yellow-brown parchment and round-bellied fountain pen to materialize in front of him.

After taking a breath, Klein wrote down the same divination statement as before:

"The whereabouts of the spare button of my dress."

This time, it is no longer the "divination staff method" but the "dream divination method"!

The reason why it was not carried out outside was because Klein felt that the so-called Krag Club looked quite high-end and suspected that there might be some powerful Beyonders inside. In order not to waste time, he simply went there all at once.

In the gray dream world, Klein first saw Dorag's black woolen coat, which was hung on the coat rack. In front of it was a round table on the carpet.

The picture stretched, and a tumbling man and woman came into Klein's sight. The man was Dragul Gale, and the woman had bright blonde hair and was relatively young, probably in her early twenties.

The painful expression on her frowning brows was quite charming... Why do I always have to see this kind of scene... Klein covered his eyes and woke up.

It should be confirmed that Dorag has a mistress... How can I get the actual evidence... By responding to the prayer? But this is limited to obtaining it by myself, and can only be done by sketching, not by using a camera... I can't draw a picture with my hands, right? It seems that I can't do it today. I will follow the woman and find out her address and name. I don't believe that they always date in the Krag Club... Detective Klein quickly came up with the next idea.

Just as he was about to leave this mysterious space above the gray fog, he suddenly thought of another thing.

That is, should he do another divination to confirm whether the iron-black nematode that sneaked into his room was controlled by a Beyonder of the "Fortune Teller" path.

He had not done so before because he felt that the relevant information was too scarce and it was difficult to create something out of nothing, and the divination would definitely fail, even above the gray fog. In addition, he had important matters to attend to during the previous few times he came in, and had no time to take care of other issues, so he had never cared about it. Now, he had nothing to do anyway, and it would not kill him if he did some divination.

As for the question of whether there is any risk in contacting Azik, he had divined long ago, and the answer is yes, there is a risk, and it is not small, and it can only be used as a last resort.

After writing the corresponding divination sentence, Klein untied the silver chain from his cuff, leaving the topaz pendant hanging on the paper.

"The iron-black nematode that sneaked into my room before was controlled by a Beyonder from the 'Fortune Teller' pathway."

…

After silently reciting it seven times, Klein opened his eyes and saw the pendulum rotating clockwise at a fast speed and with a large amplitude.

Definitely…the answer is yes!

Shouldn't it fail? Klein didn't expect to get such an answer. According to his instinct as a fortune teller, such a divination would most likely fail.

Why? He frowned and thought for a long time before deciding to change his divination method and target.

He wants to directly divine the manipulator using the "dream divination method"!

This time, Klein saw nothing in his dream, and was unable to obtain the corresponding revelation from the "Fortune Teller" Beyonder.

"That's right..." He whispered, looked back at the previous divination, and fell into deep thought.

If the conditions are lacking, the divination will fail, just like the last time... Could it be that this mysterious space has made up for the necessary conditions? It contains something about the "diviner" path? Klein suddenly had a flash of inspiration and had a bold idea!

Perhaps, this mysterious space above the gray fog is related to the "Fortune Teller" path!

Hmm... Klein tapped the edge of the ancient table. After thinking it over, he could not find any other evidence. He could only put the matter aside for the time being and prepare to return to the real world.

“No matter what, at least one thing is certain, that is, there is a mid-sequence Beyonder of the Fortuneteller path by the ambassador’s side, and whether he is a member of the Secret Society is not the point... This may be my chance to obtain the formula for Sequence 7, or even Sequence 6 potion!” Klein spread his spirituality, wrapped himself up, and fell into the gray fog.

…………

At the same time, in the study of Viscount Glint's house.

Audrey asked the master to guard the door outside. She looked at Xio and Fors and said after a few seconds of hesitation:

"I have a mission that requires your help."

"What mission?" Xio's eyes lit up, as if he smelled the scent of ink from banknotes.

Audrey smiled politely:

"Assassinate Intis' ambassador to the Kingdom, Beckran Jean Martin."

PS: The update will be made in advance in the early morning.