Both sides knew the whereabouts of the Hermosiune manuscript, and this matter would come to an end tonight... The ambassador would be able to spare some time and have the energy to take revenge... Is this the reason why danger is about to come? Klein roughly understood the previous divination results and the inexplicable omen.

If he didn't have the "Filthy Words" spell and a powerful bodyguard who cost 1,000 pounds for three days, he would most likely go to the police station and "temporarily stay" at the Saint Hillran Church, the Backlund headquarters of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, to avoid possible attacks and wait for the ambassador to be assassinated. As for whether the assassination would succeed, Klein was not sure. Anyway, he had considered the worst outcome and had certain plans.

But now, since he has made doubly preparations, he will undoubtedly not adopt an evasive strategy and will still stay at home, pretending to know nothing.

In his heart, he even expected the attacker to come.

I killed the Sequence 9 "Hunter" Meursault. If I send someone else, it will be at least a Sequence 7, or maybe even a Sequence 6, Sequence 5, or a bunch of them. No matter what, as long as I deal with them, I will get the formula, the Beyonder characteristics, and recover some losses... Well, I will tell my bodyguard that I was lucky and benefited from the "Black Ear" I bought, and became a Beyonder. After all, if the battle is fierce, I can't hide this at all, and what I said is almost the truth. I did get a lot of benefits from that "Black Ear"... Klein thought about what to do next, and almost instinctively drew a scarlet moon on his chest.

May the goddess bless me, the one who came is the extraordinary person from the "Fortune Teller" path! He prayed silently.

Thinking of this, he looked around the room, trying to find his bodyguard, worried that he might have heard what had happened and run away quietly.

The lights in the living and dining room were warm, illuminating the coffee table, sofa and chairs, but there was no one else.

Just as Klein was becoming increasingly nervous, he suddenly saw a face emerge on the glass cover of the gas lamp in the living room. The person had light blond hair, delicate features, and a pale complexion.

This lady is quite confident in her own abilities... Klein felt relieved and whispered to himself:

“I am also a Beyonder.”

"I attended the party through Caspers, bought an item for gambling, and gained certain benefits. Of course, it was only for people like me."

Both of his statements are true and will stand the test no matter what method is used.

But putting these two sentences together would make people think that that benefit made him an extraordinary person.

The face reflected in the glass cover of the gas lamp nodded slightly and quickly disappeared without any other reaction.

Klein looked unchanged on the outside, but he quietly let out a sigh of relief on the inside.

He returned to the sofa area, without taking off his coat, picked up a newspaper and began to flip through it.

After a while, the ding-dong sound came again, and someone rang the doorbell again.

Who? Klein's mind tensed instantly. He put his hands into his pockets and touched the tarot cards and the "dirty words" spell respectively.

He walked slowly towards the door, and with the help of the clown's ability, he anticipated the scene he would see after opening the door:

The crimson moon was still looming, the elegant gas street lamps had not changed, and a sheriff in a black and white checkered uniform with three Vs on his epaulettes was waiting impatiently at the door.

He had a short brown beard under his chin, and he was the sheriff who had previously handled the "Sherlock Moriarty self-defense case."

Jurgen seemed to have mentioned his name, Inspector Farthing? Well, I can go and get the 10 pounds bail back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow... What is he doing here? Did MI9 send him to find Ian Wright? Or to inform me where to go to avoid danger? Confused, Klein grasped the handle.

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The lights in the Intis Embassy in the western part of Backlund were brightly lit, and the scents of various perfumes and liquors spread to every corner along with the melodious tunes.

There is a dance going on here.

During the years that Beckeron served as ambassador, he often held balls at the embassy, ​​inviting bankers, large factory owners, philanthropists, and other famous wealthy people and lawyers from the Kingdom of Loen to participate, and randomly gave opportunities to some second-tier businessmen.

In such an atmosphere, he would tell his guests about the prosperity and openness of Trier, and that the Republic of Innis was no longer dominated by the aristocracy, but that bankers, factory owners, lawyers and other groups were the masters of the country. They directly and indirectly held most of the seats, determined the direction of national policies, enjoyed true freedom and had a lofty status.

Baker was doing something similar today, holding a wine glass and constantly appearing in front of the guests, as if to prove that he was at the banquet at this time and not out.

I should have received the manuscript... After I learned from the trembling detective that Ian Wright appeared in the telegraph office on White Rum Street, I have been arranging everything. Now it's time to reap the rewards... Baker, with a thin but tasteful face, drank a sip of bloody Olmire wine and walked towards the balcony, intending to enjoy the cool night breeze.

After learning that Ian had sent a telegram, Backlund, as a senior "conspirator" and professional intelligence officer, keenly thought that the other party was contacting his boss's boss, so he quickly asked the double agent lurking in the Backlund Group of the Feysac Empire's intelligence agency to investigate, and obtained the meeting time, place and method agreed upon by Ian and the "team leader".

Afterwards, he pretended nothing happened and continued to send people to look for Ian near White Rum Street. He successfully found him and attracted the interception of MI9.

According to his arrangement, the intelligence personnel on the scene deliberately let Ian escape, so as to make MI9 think that both sides were on the same starting line.

After paralyzing the main opponent, he dispatched other intelligence personnel who had not been exposed to ambush Ian and the "team leader" of the Feysac Empire, hoping to find the manuscript and take it out of the Loen Kingdom without the MI9 being aware of it.

Things were going as smoothly as he had expected, but the news he received in the evening made him feel extremely heavy.

Someone from MI9 actually showed up!

They were supposed to be kept secret but they showed up!

With Rosago here, divination is definitely not a factor, and MI9 is ​​not good at divination at all... This shows that there are corrupt officials among us... I hope Rosago can get the manuscript first and give it to "Shadow" to take away... In order to avoid suspicion, Bakeron deliberately organized a ball, so he could no longer interfere with the progress of things and could only pray for his subordinates to be capable.

According to his arrangement, after Rosago succeeded, he would immediately transfer the item to another intelligence officer who had never been used before. Then, Rosago would lead away the people from MI9 and continue to interfere with the "sight" by creating some incidents to attract attention for his companions. During this process, Bakeron asked Rosago to kill the young detective.

If it weren't for him, the matter would not have been known by the people of MI9, and everything would have gone very smoothly... My connection with the Zmanger Party would not have been exposed, and I would not have been transferred back to the country... He actually didn't run away, thinking that the people of MI9 would always protect him, and it would be safer to stay at home than to run away? Baker rubbed his face.

He had received orders that after the operation corresponding to the manuscript was completed, he would hand over the intelligence-related matters to the first-class military attaché of the embassy and wait for the new ambassador to take office and hand over.

Backlund was reluctant to leave this place. Although Backlund had bad weather and heavy pollution, it was the most prosperous city in the world, bar none.

Moreover, the ladies and madams here are more conservative, unlike those prostitutes in China. It is very fulfilling and fascinating to slowly seduce them to bed and gradually remove their conservatism. It's a pity that I have to say goodbye to these beautiful people... Baker thought a little depressed, and he resented the little detective who dared to resist more and more.

As for Rosago's own safety, Bakerran was not worried at all. He believed that as long as he wanted to, and as long as he was not locked by a high-sequence strongman, he could escape immediately. This was because Rosago had a special extraordinary ability.

As he was thinking, Baker's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a young girl in a crimson dress holding a wine glass, standing on the edge of the balcony.

She has a beautiful face and elegant temperament, her black hair is flowing and smooth, and her light brown eyes seem to contain many words.

Baker immediately walked over and started chatting with the other party familiarly. He learned that the girl was the daughter of a timber merchant named Irene. Her father was not very rich and was trying hard to climb up the social ladder.

With the help of his identity as the ambassador of Intis, Baker quickly gained Irene's admiring eyes.

After dancing two dances together, their body movements became more intimate.

"Beautiful lady, I would like to invite you to my room to taste the Olmire wine from 1286." Bakerron hinted.

Irene answered without hesitation:

"OK."

The two left the ballroom, quietly went to the second floor, entered Bakerlang's room, and asked the guards to stay away and not disturb them.

Before the so-called 1286 Olmire wine appeared, Bakerland enthusiastically brought Irene to **.

As they rolled over, Irene's not-so-complicated skirt fell off, and she hugged the other person with her white arms.

She grabbed Baker's shoulder blades with both hands, and her nails and veins suddenly grew black, thin, furry "spider legs"!

Bang!

Irene's eyes suddenly bulged slightly and white foam appeared at her mouth.

Bakeran retracted the fist that hit the opponent's abdomen and stood up from the bed. He was no longer in a hurry and had a cold face.

"Who sent you?" Baker asked in a low voice.

Irene wanted to stand up, but it was too painful to do so. Her eyes were filled with fear and shock.

Seeing the expression of this beautiful girl, Baker said with a smile:

"I am indeed obsessed with beautiful ladies, but I am aware of this problem myself, so every time I face a beautiful lady, I am very careful."

"Tell me, who sent you?"

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