After Allen and Talim filled out their recommendation forms, they left the Krag Club. Today was not the weekend, and they had two operations to perform in the afternoon. One of them had to teach Viscount Conrad's youngest son horsemanship, so that the young man, who had just come of age, would not be embarrassed during the Backlund social season in the second half of the year.

Klein watched the manservant in a red vest and the maid in a beautiful dress go back and forth several times, and finally he received his membership certificate and a badge engraved with the symbol of the White Frost constellation.

"The membership fee is 50 pounds. There are still three and a half months left this year. The annual fee is 4 pounds." The butler in a red vest pushed the two items in front of Klein.

Klein took out the 57 pounds in cash that Mary Gale had given him and counted out 54 pounds to give to the other party.

The amount in addition to the membership fee and annual fee was the first payment given by Mary. She was very satisfied that Klein quickly figured out who Dorag Gale's mistress was and took a photo of her.

A membership fee of 50 pounds... Madam Mary is such a generous lady! Klein watched the butler and maid verify the authenticity of the banknotes and confirm the specific amount while thinking about Starling Summer's private introduction:

Mary's father was the co-founder of Coim Corporation, holding 20% ​​of the shares. Originally, it was just a small company that could barely make a little money, but as the pollution in Backlund worsened, the demand for anthracite and charcoal increased, and Coim Corporation expanded rapidly, becoming one of the top ten companies in the industry in the capital region, and Mary's wealth skyrocketed.

The only problem was that when she married Dorag Gail, the company was still relatively unknown, and her father did not take it too seriously when giving her shares as a dowry. He did not carry out "property gift protection" but instead adopted the more popular "will gift" method.

The former means that the dowry exists as an independent and separate property of the woman. The ownership does not belong to the man, and even the right to use it depends on the woman's mood. The latter means that the dowry belongs to the entire family, but the man must make a valid will, promising that after he dies before his partner, when dividing the remaining property, he will give priority to paying his wife the rights equal to two to four times the dowry, and then proceed according to normal inheritance law. This can effectively guarantee the life of the widow.

If Mary files for divorce before she has proof that Dorag has betrayed her marriage, the shares of Coim will be divided equally between the two parties.

Klein remembered that at that time, Starlin said enviously:

"This share alone is currently worth nearly 20,000 gold pounds. Add to that some other properties. Mary is a truly wealthy lady. Once divorced, she will definitely become the object of pursuit by many men in Backlund, including some nobles."

This amount of money is only enough for Miss Justice to assassinate Ambassador Bakerland twice... Klein suddenly realized something and saw the red-vest manservant and the good-looking maid bowing to him:

"Mr. Moriarty, welcome to the Krag Club."

After hearing this, Klein picked up the membership certificate and the White Frost badge in front of him.

The former was made of very elastic cardboard, like a card, with Klein's name and the date of his joining written on it.

After pressing the mark of your index finger, this membership certificate can be officially used.

The latter is the unique emblem of the Krag Club, named after the fact that it was founded in early November. It corresponds to the White Frost constellation. On the front is the symbolic symbol and the number "192", and on the back is the inscription "Sherlock Moriarty".

"The club now has 192 members?" Klein asked casually.

"Yes, our club does not accept people without recommendations." The red-vest butler introduced with a smile, "On the first floor, there is a cafeteria, bar, library, squash room, conference room, and card room. You can use them all for free. Food and drinks can also be tasted for free. On the second floor, there are 16 lounges and two small conference rooms. They are also free and can be used as long as there is space."

The good-looking maid pointed to the back and said:

"There are two tennis courts on the lawn, which are completely free, and two shooting ranges underground, where you only pay the price of equipment rental."

"If you are not satisfied with the simple buffet, you can order your own food. We have our own chef and you only need to pay for the ingredients."

Food, accommodation, and entertainment are all included... It is indeed a high-end club... Klein sincerely thanked Mrs. Mary in his heart.

He smiled gently and said:

"Send someone to show me around so I can get familiar with the environment, and then give me a lounge to take a nap."

"Okay." The butler in the red vest made a gesture of invitation.

After getting familiar with the environment of the Krag Club, Klein entered the lounge and carefully studied the layout. He found that it was similar to the hotel rooms of later generations, and was said to be of Intis style.

I have to think about how to get evidence of Dragut's extramarital affair tomorrow. The flash of the camera is simply impossible to conceal... In other words, there is only a chance of taking a photo... And if I do this, I will definitely be expelled from the club... I have to think of a safe way... I will read the newspaper later and try to judge the progress of Ian's incident from the news, so as to determine which three days to protect... Klein paced back and forth, lost in thought.

At this moment, he suddenly felt palpitations and his whole body became tense.

Is this the Joker's premonition? But there is no picture in his mind... Klein only felt that the air around him became heavy and a storm was brewing.

Soon, this feeling disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

Is there danger coming? However, when I was attacked by Meursault before, nothing similar happened... Klein took out a coin in confusion and divined whether he would be attacked in the next few days.

The answer is no.

After thinking for a few seconds, Klein drew the curtains, pretended to take a nap, and walked four steps backwards to enter the gray fog.

He sat down, thought for a long time, and whispered to himself:

"I will be in great danger for the next few days."

…

As he repeated the words, he flicked out the coin again and saw the brass-colored object tumble down and land on his open palm.

This time, the king's head is facing up!

This means yes!

My reaction just now was really a sign of impending danger... Klein narrowed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

He was quite puzzled by this matter.

Neither the "Fortune Teller" nor the "Clown" have ever demonstrated similar abilities before. Even if they can predict danger, it is because the target is right in front of them or right next to them!

There's no one around me... Judging from the interference and misleading of my divination results, this incident must involve a higher-level sequencer, most likely Baker's assistant... As a result, it stimulated my foresight? This is not scientific, uh, this is not mysticism... There must be some other factors hidden in this, but I can't figure it out yet... Klein looked around and saw only endless gray fog, deep red silence, and the palace standing unchanged as if it had never changed.

He suppressed his doubts and stopped thinking about why for the time being, focusing on the impending attack.

After divination several more times, Klein found that he could only confirm that there would be great danger in the next few days, and it could not be shortened to three days, two days, or five hours.

In other words, he could only get vague revelations.

In the dream divination, he saw Ian, Ian wearing an old coat, standing on the street, with elegant gas street lamps and a blurry red moon behind him.

There is nothing else except this picture.

"How should I interpret this?" Klein thought for a while and could only believe that this was a prelude to danger.

He did not delay any further and immediately returned to the real world. He left the Krag Club and rushed to the nearby Backlund Bank's Hillston Branch to withdraw the remaining 100 gold pounds in his account. The 1,000 pounds given by "Justice" had not yet been cleared and reconciled, and the corresponding information had not yet been sent down, so the account status could not be synchronized. Theoretically, there was a loophole, that is, Klein could withdraw 100 pounds and then withdraw it from another branch to take advantage of the time difference when the accounts were not synchronized.

But this is only in theory. In order to avoid similar behavior, banks have many regulations on bearer accounts. First, strengthen the transmission of similar messages within the same city. Second, limit the amount of a single withdrawal to no more than 500 pounds. Third, if the last withdrawal record is not local, a telegram must be sent to inquire. Klein encountered the third situation today.

After collecting the money, he took a carriage to the Backlund Bridge area and entered the Brave Bar.

Under the guidance of Kaspers, he saw Maric sitting in the card room. There was still no one around him, and there were no zombies surrounding him.

Klein gave up the idea of ​​wrapping Azik's copper whistle with his spirituality, slapped the 100-pound bill on the table, and said to the pale-faced Maric:

"I agree to the deal."

"I'll pay £100 upfront and then £300 for every day you protect me."

"Protection starts now!"

Maric looked past him, looked behind him, nodded slightly and said:

"Okay, she agreed."

Huh? Klein looked back in astonishment, only to see the door and the air.

He quietly opened his spiritual vision, but still found nothing.

Maric put the 100 pounds into his pocket and said indifferently:

"You can go back now. She has already started to protect you in a hidden way."

If I hadn’t divined ahead of time, I would have thought you were liars… Klein looked around and made a gesture as if he was about to leave with gritted teeth.

Along the way, he sometimes opened and sometimes closed his spiritual vision, constantly observing outside the car window, but still could not find his so-called bodyguard.

Back at 15 Minsk Street, Klein closed the door, went into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and washed his hands.

The splashing sound disappeared, he shook off the water droplets, wiped his palms with a towel, and looked up at the wash mirror, examining his current appearance.

At this moment, he saw himself in the mirror suddenly shaking and transformed into a woman in a black court dress.

The woman had light blonde hair, blue eyes, and a rather delicate appearance, but her face was unusually pale.

She wore a small black bonnet, lifted her skirt, leaned forward slightly, and saluted Klein.

This... Klein did not hide his surprise. He deliberately took a few steps back and leaned against the wall.

He had just realized that this might be the bodyguard he hired for 1,000 pounds.

The image in the mirror quickly dimmed, and Klein saw himself again. Everything returned to normal.