Curled up in the cupboard, Klein quietly opened his spiritual vision and saw two auras of different colors coming in.

"Erica, I brought you a gift." A deep voice sounded after the door closed.

As expected, the gentlemen of the Kingdom of Loen seemed a bit old-fashioned even when naked. If it were a man from Intis, he would have definitely called him sweetheart, baby, my angel, etc... Klein couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Of course, this is all based on stereotypes from newspapers, magazines, and the internet.

Erica Taylor asked in surprise:

"Let me guess... Is it Fasman's eye cream, face cream, or essence? Or Lachini's?"

What is this... Klein was a little confused.

Obviously, Dragul Gale didn't react immediately, and only said after seven or eight seconds:

"...No, it's stockings."

In this world, since oil had not yet been discovered and there were no corresponding cheap chemical products, stockings were high-end items made of real silk.

"Not bad, let me see." Erica's joy did not diminish at all.

"I bought them at Philips Department Store yesterday. A pair is 30 soli, and I bought five pairs in total," Doragu said with a hint of boasting.

“It’s really expensive.”

So expensive!

Erica and Klein expressed the same meaning, one speaking out loud and the other sighing secretly.

Benson had worked for so many years, and his weekly salary was only 1 pound 10 soli, or 30 soli, which was barely the equivalent of a pair of stockings. With this salary, he was able to educate his younger brother and sister, and to provide them with enough food and a place to sleep... An ordinary worker with some skills only earned around 20 soli a week... Klein was shocked.

"No, it's not expensive. The stockings are worth the price. I also gave an extra tip of 5 soli." As Dragus spoke, the color of his aura became brighter. Klein guessed that he had taken off his coat.

"Then I'll try." Erica Taylor said in a soft voice.

It felt like watching a pornographic movie... and it was broadcast live... Moreover, the bodyguard was here too... Klein's mouth twitched slightly as he watched the red color wandering on the red, and watched the emotions of both parties quickly turn red like a raging fire.

The purple color approached the red color, and kept going up... The red enveloped the green color, and then the orange-red color... Klein listened to the panting and low laughter, and judged the movements and positions of the two people outside from the changes in the color of the aura.

When he felt it was about time, Klein silently pushed open the door of the cupboard and looked towards the bed.

Dora Gu and Erica were already entangled with each other, their dresses were half-undone, and the movements were intense.

Klein raised his "psychic camera" and aimed it at the passionate couple, waiting for the moment when he could see both of their faces at the same time.

When Drag and Erica fell onto the bed hugging each other, Klein finally captured the most suitable picture and pressed the camera button.

The crackling sound was not obvious, and the strong flash and other strange phenomena were confined to a small area and did not alarm the couple.

As he had no confidence in his photography skills, Klein took several more photos so that he would have room for selection later.

——He only planned to give his employer one photo because too many photos would make the lawyer question why the other party didn't notice that someone was taking the photo.

The underwear fluttered to the ground, and the sound of panting suddenly intensified. Klein hugged the portable camera, rolled out of the cupboard skillfully, and closed the door.

He rolled over and over until he reached the door of the lounge, then quietly opened it and returned to the corridor.

Done! Klein breathed a sigh of relief and politely and silently closed the door. Then he placed his hand on his chest and bowed towards the bed.

Without further delay, he returned to his own lounge.

The final payment of 7 pounds will be available soon... and I'll also earn an additional membership certificate of the Cragg Club worth more than 50 pounds, which includes food, accommodation, and entertainment. No, this is much more expensive than 50 pounds. Without an introduction and connections, I can't join this club even with 100 pounds... This mission is really good, simple, safe, and profitable... Klein put down his portable camera and sighed in his heart.

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the camera lens.

The bodyguard lady in black court dress slowly came out and floated in the air again, her face still as pale.

Thinking of the pornographic film he had brought the other person to watch, Klein changed the subject somewhat embarrassedly:

"I'm going to go get something to eat at the cafeteria, do you want to join me?"

Each member may bring one guest.

As for how to explain the sudden appearance of the guest, Klein's plan was to go out for a walk and then come back.

The bodyguard replied without any fluctuation in her tone:

“I can go two weeks without eating.”

As she spoke, she turned her body, her back facing Klein, and floated towards the mirror, disappearing in an instant.

What sequence is she in? Klein thought curiously and put the portable camera back into the suitcase.

After doing all this, he went to the bathroom and took care of some personal issues.

After washing his hands and wiping his face, Klein looked in the mirror and examined his current appearance:

Because he didn't shave this morning, there was some dark blue stubble on his mouth and chin. His hair was parted on both sides in a 3:7 ratio. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and he looked gentle, bookish, and mature.

There are some differences from before, but it is still recognizable if you observe carefully. When the beard grows to a certain length, there is no need to worry too much... After being promoted to Sequence 6 "Faceless Man", there is even less to be afraid of... Klein took out his golden pocket watch, opened it and took a look, walked out of the bathroom, picked up his suitcase, and went to the cafeteria on the first floor.

It was just past 9 o'clock, which was still breakfast time. Klein took a half-cooked egg, a piece of white bread, a piece of butter, a Dixie pie, a portion of bacon, and a cup of Marquis black tea with lemon slices floating in it.

While looking for a seat, he suddenly saw an acquaintance, Alan Chris, the surgeon who recommended him to join the club.

The tall, thin gentleman was sitting alone in the corner. He had finished his breakfast and was reading a newspaper and drinking coffee.

"Good morning, Dr. Chris." Klein walked over and greeted Allen, who seemed a little cold.

The surgeon pushed the frame of his glasses on his nose and said:

"Just call me Alan, Detective Moriarty."

"According to the principle of reciprocity, you have to call me Sherlock." Klein sat down. "Is there any news today? I left in a hurry and haven't read the newspaper yet."

"Ambassador Intis was assassinated, and a terrorist organization called the 'Aurora Society' claimed responsibility. Alas, the world is becoming more and more chaotic. Sooner or later, there will be an all-out war affecting the northern and southern continents." Allen said with emotion.

"Sir, the war has never stopped, it's just that we can enjoy peace." Klein ate his fried eggs and responded with a smile, "It's a pity that such an important case cannot invite private detectives like us to help."

Allen flipped through the newspaper and said:

"This news has little to do with us. The really important thing is that today or tomorrow, after a long dispute, the House of Commons and the House of Lords will finally pass some things. One is the "Government Employee Uniform Examination Act", as well as the corresponding regulations and implementation plan. The second is the establishment of an "Air Pollution Investigation Committee". The third is the establishment of a separate alkali industry prosecutor. The latter two are both to deal with pollution. God, they are finally starting to pay attention to this problem. The number of patients suffering from lung diseases in hospitals has been rising."

Is it finally going to pass? I wonder how Benson is preparing... Will my death affect him... Klein's smile suddenly brightened and he said:

“That’s a good thing.”

"This is a very good thing for Mary. She wants herself or her husband, Drag, to become a member of the 'Kingdom Air Pollution Investigation Committee'. She has greater hopes. She does not hold a position in a commercial company and is a believer in the goddess. No matter what organization, there is always a need for balance." Allen mentioned Klein's employer. "I suggest that she come to the club more often recently. We have several members of the House of Commons here."

In the Kingdom of Loen, the composition of the House of Commons members is mainly composed of wealthy tycoons and agents of certain nobles, but there are also many professionals, such as doctors, lawyers, priests, teachers, scientists, and accountants.

The Cragg Club targets middle-class professionals regardless of party affiliation.

Klein didn't know much about similar things, so he responded casually and then changed the topic:

"Alan, today is Friday, don't you need to go back to the hospital?"

"No, I took a leave of absence. Things have been terrible lately." Alan suddenly frowned.

"What happened?" Klein asked after taking a sip of red tea.

Because Bakeron had just been assassinated and Rosago's body had been thrown into a distant sewer, there was no telling when it would be discovered. Klein was concerned about the aftermath and the imperfections of his own disguise, so he had no plans to take on any difficult missions that would easily expose himself. Therefore, he was very interested in potential, simple, and well-paid tasks.

Alan put down the newspaper and sighed:

"I've been so unlucky recently. I've made mistakes in several surgeries in a row. Fortunately, they didn't cause serious consequences, otherwise my license might have been revoked."

Although in today's era it is not big news if a surgeon dies during surgery and it is a common occurrence, if a serious accident occurs due to their own mistakes, the punishment is still quite severe.

Well, I can't help you much... Well, actually, I know a luck-changing ritual, but its effect is to send you above the gray fog... Klein lowered his head and ate the bread.

After breakfast, he said goodbye to Allen, went to withdraw 500 pounds in cash, gave 300 pounds to the bodyguard, and then returned home. While waiting for the photos to be developed, he hoped that some simple commission would come to him. Unfortunately, he didn't encounter any for the time being.

By the evening, Klein was ready to go out again, heading for the Brave Bar.

While the bodyguard lady is around, he hopes to get in touch with more extraordinary people.

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