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“Dear Mr. Fool, please tell Mr. World that I will collect the real roots and sap of the Mist Tree Man for him as soon as possible.”

After receiving the response from the Sun, Klein nodded slightly and muttered to himself:

"It seems he is quite satisfied with the weapon."

“Even without the environmental bonus, Cyclone Axe is pretty good.”

He had just conveyed the characteristics and limitations of that extraordinary weapon to "The Sun" in the form of a concrete document. He did not describe it directly in order not to appear wordy and to maintain his own image.

After doing all this, Klein did not stay for long. He immediately returned to the real world, changed his clothes, and left Black Palm Street.

…………

A cramped but lively pub on Dharavi Street in the East District.

Xio. Dilcha covered her nose and mouth and squeezed in. To her, this place was not only full of the smell of wine and sweat, but it was also easy for her to bump into people who were much taller than her, forcing her to face the other person's armpits. The strong smell there was enough to make a normal person faint.

After a lot of effort, and even using the ability of "Arbitrator", Xio finally squeezed to the bar and saw the person he was looking for.

He was a young man in his twenties, with a face as thin and long as a horse, messy and fierce eyebrows, but relatively soft facial features.

He was drinking wine in big gulps and laughing loudly with the guests around him from time to time.

"Williams, I have something to talk to you about." Hugh knocked heavily on the wooden tabletop of the bar.

This rude action immediately attracted a lot of angry glances, but they quickly retreated silently under the stern gaze of the "arbitrator".

"Oh, Hugh, I haven't seen you for a long time. Let me think, it's been a week, no, at least three weeks. Would you like a drink? 'Half and half'?" said the young man named Williams, half drunk and half surprised.

"Half and Half" is the most popular alcoholic beverage in the East End. It is made from malt beer and fortified wine. Because it contains exactly two ingredients and the proportions are similar, it is nicknamed "Half and Half".

"You really want me to drink?" Xio raised his eyebrows.

"No, he doesn't want to!" The boss who was wiping the wine glasses at the bar hurriedly answered for Williams.

He clearly remembered how lethal the girl across the street could be when she was drunk. She would use her fists to persuade the guests here to quit drinking and throw them out one by one.

Williams curled his lips and spread his hands.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

He is one of the sources in the East End and has connections to several gangs.

Xio frowned and said:

"Williams, can't you just stop drinking? Save money, marry a nice girl, go home every day and have hot water, food and warm greetings. You can share with her what you've seen, and she'll tell you the little things that happened at home. There are also cute kids kissing your cheeks and playing around you. Isn't this warmth good?"

When she first arrived in Backlund, she was able to quickly gain a foothold in the East thanks to Williams' help, so she always hoped that he could live a better life.

"Warmth?" Williams sneered. "That is based on the money I bring back. I have seen through it a long time ago. If I can take home 20 soli a week, then I am sure my family is warm, just as you described. But if not, God, the screams and insults of women, the crying and shouting of children, will drive me crazy!"

"My mother is a role model. My old man always comes home with beatings, scolding and quarrels. In this case, I might as well use the soles and pennies on me to buy wine. Here no one cares how much I earn. We drink and chat. The atmosphere is very, very good. If you want women, there are those cute street girls outside. They won't quarrel with you."

Xio twitched his lips and said:

"You are truly a hopeless Storm Lord believer. One day you will die from alcohol and some strange disease."

"At least I've enjoyed it," Williams replied nonchalantly. "I haven't worked for almost three days. I won't give you a discount."

Xio stopped trying to persuade him, stroked his messy blond hair, and handed over the portraits of Lanevus that Audrey had given him.

"Help me keep an eye on this person and find him as soon as possible."

“There are different images of him in this.”

Williams drunkenly unfolded the paper, glanced at it, and said, "He looks too ordinary. There are so many people in the East District. People die, leave, come, and become homeless all the time. It's hard to find him."

"Anyway, keep an eye out for me. If you find someone who looks like this, let me know immediately." Xio took out a 5-sol note and handed it to the other person. "This is for the wine. If you can find the person in the portrait, I'll, uh, give you another 10 pounds."

"Ten pounds?" Williams whistled. "Xiu, when did you become so generous? Or is this man worth more?"

"That's the reward he's offering. Ten pounds for any clues." The man in the vacation suit replied while observing the environment in the tavern. "Don't forget about this. I'll come back to you in a few days."

She had already traveled across half of the East End, issuing this mission to gang leaders and well-informed people she knew, and paid several pounds in advance.

As long as one of them succeeds, I can earn it back, a lot of it! Xio silently encouraged himself, covered his mouth and nose, turned around and walked out of the tavern.

At this time, the quarrels among some drunkards turned into conflicts and the scene gradually became chaotic.

Xio glanced helplessly and raised his voice:

"stop!"

The majestic feeling reverberated throughout the pub. The drunks, as if they had met their nemesis, hurriedly sat down again, some even squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Phew, I wonder when I can be promoted to “Sheriff”…Xiu sighed half with satisfaction and half with anticipation.

…………

On Wednesday morning, Klein took a trip to St. George, a remote neighborhood that seemed like another city, to check on his first investment.

With his last tip and the inspiration from Russell's manuscript, Leppard made very rapid progress on the bicycle project and had already produced a rough prototype.

This is very consistent with Klein's impression of the bicycle.

After the test ride, Klein provided several suggestions for improvement and said that he would pay the second part of the investment next week. He also hoped to introduce new investors as soon as possible so that the project can enter the factory stage as soon as possible.

The only problem was that Leppard considered himself the inventor and had the right to name the product.

He was not satisfied with the term "bicycle" and planned to use the more common term "bicycle".

Klein didn't care.

At noon, after returning to No. 15 Minsk Street, before he could take off his hat, he heard the illusory and overlapping voices of prayer.

Miss Justice's? He collected information about the impoverished nobles so quickly? Klein thoughtfully prepared to enter the living room and head to the second floor.

Just then, he heard the doorbell again. He turned around to open the door and saw Julian, the maid from the Summer family next door.

"Mr. Moriarty, Mrs. Summer would like to invite you to a luncheon on Sunday. There will be many neighbors there," the maid recited.

After Klein came back last night, he had given the portable camera to Mrs. Summer and exchanged a few words with her, but he did not get any reminder of the luncheon.

That’s right. The magazine said that the middle class would not invite people to a dinner party in person. Instead, they would send servants or maids to invite them formally... This is very consistent with Mrs. Summer’s style... Klein was confused at first, but then he understood and promised to go on time on Sunday.

Who wouldn't be happy with a free lunch? Besides, Mr. and Mrs. Summer weren't difficult to get along with. As long as I didn't mind their showing off... Klein added quietly in his mind.

After watching the maid Julian leave, he closed the door and walked towards the stairs, his eyes sweeping across the slightly messy living room, dining room and kitchen.

I haven't done a thorough cleaning in a few days... As a bachelor, I am very lucky to be able to maintain this level of cleanliness... I have too many secrets, and I might even be attacked. It's not a good idea to hire a maid to do odd jobs at home. Uh... Why don't I discuss it with Mrs. Summer on Sunday and ask her to send her maid to clean twice a week, and I will pay the corresponding remuneration... Many tenants and landlords have similar agreements... Klein walked steadily into the bedroom on the second floor and drew the curtains.

After entering above the gray fog, he discovered that the prayer indeed came from Miss Justice.

The noble girl sat on the piano bench, her hands on the keys, but she did not play. Instead, she whispered the honorific name of "the fool who does not belong to this era":

"...I have collected all the information about the fallen nobles and would like to request a sacrificial ceremony. Please pass it on to Mr. World."

So fast... As expected of a "professional" person... Klein responded immediately.

Audrey, who had just returned from a meeting with the royal heraldry officials and experts in this field, completed the sacrificial ceremony a little awkwardly and threw the thick manuscript into the illusory door.

“I’ll pass it on to The World.” Klein cut off the connection in a cold tone.

This time, he did not rush back to the real world, but flipped through the manuscript and found the part corresponding to the Pound family.

The Viscount title of the Pound family did come from the "Battle of Oath Breaking". After that, they were loyal supporters of the royal family and had considerable influence in the army and their own fiefdoms.

But thirty-two years ago, two heirs of this family died of serious illness in succession. The old viscount at that time could only bring a child from a side branch home.

Not long after, the old viscount passed away. Because the child was still young, he changed his butler and became a dandy under the guidance and instigation of his servants.

In just seven or eight years, he had squandered most of his fortune, was demoted to a baron, and even sold his family's house in Backlund.

In the following years his title was again reduced to baronet.

"Died of a serious disease? I'm afraid we can't even find the bodies. They are all in the innermost room of the underground building, outside the bloody door... The old viscount must have concealed this matter intentionally and didn't let the royal family, the military, and the church investigate... So it seems that the Pound family only discovered the underground building of the Quaternary Epoch more than 30 years ago by chance. Maybe, maybe the secret door in the basement was built by them... But, there are more than two bodies in the innermost room... In ancient times, did anyone go in and explore it?

Well, I have to talk to Baronet Pound, in a way that doesn't reveal my identity...

Klein stopped thinking and looked at the last paragraph. He saw what he wanted:

"Baronet Pound, now renting at 29 West Velas Street, Queens."

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