Klein was in a billiards room, and he could vaguely hear chaotic noises coming from outside the door. There were shouts mixed with the banging of tables and chairs, and it seemed that the big men in the bar were cheering on the dog for which they had placed bets.
He took the money and goods from a middle-aged man with a prominent bulbous nose, and immediately unpacked the package to reveal a silver revolver inside.
After briefly testing the gun with an empty shell and loading it. Klein tucked the revolver into the armpit holster he had bought long ago, and looked up to ask. "If I want to hire a good bodyguard, who should I contact?"
"Extremely impressive, surpassing the limits of human capability."
After considering it for a moment. Klein truthfully described to the man in the black vest opposite him: "I have offended a big shot, a big shot who may be backed by a country."
The card room suddenly fell completely silent. The man, whose eyes held malice and who appeared slightly deranged, froze in place, as if he had turned into a plaster statue.
After nearly a minute, he slowly spoke:
"This mission is priceless."
"You can leave now."
Is this the temperance advocate Marich? Emlyn didn't expect to see so many familiar faces.
To be honest, almost all of his acquaintances were people he knew through Sherlock or "The World," since Emlyn himself was just a vampire who liked to stay at home and admire dolls.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little guilty.
"Are all those card players zombies? Is this guy like 'Iron'?" Danitz muttered to himself, after all, he had a deep impression of "Iron".
"Yes, he is very likely a Sequence Six 'Living Corpse' from the 'Alien' pathway, from the Rose School," Edwina explained softly upon hearing this.
Why didn't Klein ask Gehrman for help? Aren't they both followers of Mr. Fool? But if it were me, I wouldn't dare to go directly to that madman for help either... As Danitz's thoughts drifted, he suddenly shivered.
He recalled what the mad adventurer had said to the captain in his dream when he spoke of the Rose School:
"I've hunted their members.
This... Danitz's cheek twitched slightly.
Could it be that after Klein reported this, Gehrman Sparrow came to collect the extraordinary ability...?
Although this Klein seems normal enough, and even if he reports it, it should just be a simple report without any malice, but who can understand the thoughts of that madman!
Unable to find a bodyguard, Klein returned to Minsk Street. He drew the curtains, prayed, then found paper and a pen and wrote down a divination statement:
"The whereabouts of Ian Wright."
The scene suddenly changed.
After analyzing the information he had received, Klein went to the desk and quickly added a few sentences to the paper with the divination text, making the information more complete:
"I don't know where Ian Wright is. I haven't seen him since the discovery of Zerrell's body. However, I know through my own channels that Ian Wright was once at the telegraph office on Whiterum Street."
After finishing writing. Klein left the paper spread out on his desk and went back to his bed to sleep.
*This guy spilled everything he knew because he was afraid of the enemy?"
Anderson couldn't help but speak again. "How cowardly! What happened to his principles as a private investigator? Anyway..."
He was about to continue speaking when he suddenly shut his mouth reflexively. He felt a gaze sweep over him from his right, and the subtle pressure made his heart tremble.
Klein, dressed as a wandering magician, withdrew his gaze and scoffed inwardly.
Do you have the right to criticize me, you ordinary-looking but handsome man?
Anderson... he would be perfect if he were mute.
On Monday morning. Klein woke up early, got out of bed, and walked to his desk. Just then, he caught a glimpse of a piece of paper spread out on the desk out of the corner of his eye.
Last night it was facing the chair, but now it's facing the window, still lying there in the same position.
Klein's pupils constricted, and he abruptly reached out and pulled back the curtains, only to find the convex window still tightly closed.
A layer of ethereal gray mist faintly floated on the screen. Klein divined once more:
"The intruder from last night."
In the dark bedroom, a thin, iron-black nematode crawled in from the bottom of the door. It moved stiffly and slowly wriggled to the paper with Ian Wright's information written on it. Suddenly, its head was raised, and the middle part of it stood upright, with only the tail supporting its body.
After examining it for a while, the iron-black nematode propelled the paper to a different direction, then returned along the same path and disappeared.
The image shattered, and Klein nodded in realization. He then used divination to confirm that the extraordinary being who manipulated the iron-black nematodes was appointed by Ambassador Beckeran Jean Madden of Intis.
The bizarre scene that had just been divined sent chills down Melissa and Benson's spines, making them even more worried about Klein's safety.
"Master of Puppets" or "Wraith"? Edwina pondered to herself. "Beast Tamer" was too low a sequence, unlikely, while "Parasit" was too high a level, unnecessary to deal with a Sequence 8.
"How is it?" Beckerang, sitting on the luxurious sofa in the embassy. asked Rosago beside him with a slight movement in his blue eyes.
"A coward, probably just a lucky Sequence 9 or Sequence 8. Rosago chuckled. "Because I had to do some other things for you last night, Mr. Ambassador, I just used a horsehair worm to sneak into the detective's bedroom. I found that he had written down everything he knew on paper and laid it out, clearly afraid of being attacked again."
"I can even picture him trembling with fear."
The way Mr. World was trembling with fear? It seemed kind of cute... No, Audrey, how could you think that! Audrey suppressed a laugh and quickly dismissed her imagination.
That's incredibly rude... Besides, how could Mr. World possibly trembling with fear?
*..." Klein was a little helpless. Did I look that cowardly back then? Although it certainly did seem that way in the film....
He couldn't help but recall his dark past, such as shouting for help in the street and almost bursting into tears in front of the candles needed for the sacrifice because of the negative effects of the death knell... and his heart clenched silently again, as if many spirit insects were screaming inside him.
If the film shows even these things, then putting everything else aside, at the very least, Gehrman Sparrow's character will be ruined... But with so many achievements to speak of, even if they knew Gehrman's true colors, they probably wouldn't dare to joke around with the crazy adventurer like Leonard and "Miss Justice" did....
Should I thank the owner of this space for concealing the truth about the Fool from me? Otherwise, I would probably have collapsed into a pile of spirit worms by now... Klein thought with a hint of self-mockery.
"What's written on the paper?" Beckerang asked directly. ignoring Rosago's amused teasing.
"He said he did not know Ian Wright 's whereabouts, but through his own channels he learned that Ian Wright had been to the telegraph office on White Rum Street."
"White Rum? Telegraph Office?" Beckerman nodded thoughtfully.
In the illusory, hazy world, the "Fool" tapped the edge of the ancient table lightly with his finger and chuckled softly:
"I am going to issue a task."
"What he wanted to accomplish was to assassinate the Republic of Intis's ambassador to the Kingdom of Ruen, Beckeran Jean Madan."
Sure enough... Fors and Hugh exchanged a glance, completely confirming their earlier guess.
"Mr. Fool's treatment of his followers is really good, I'm even a little envious..." Fors thought to himself.
But then she thought of Gehrman Sparrow's crazy exploits, and considering that many of his achievements might have been more or less due to Mr. Fool's instructions, she honestly withdrew the idea.
In the study of Viscount Grelint's house, Audrey looked at Hugh and Fors, pondered for a few seconds, and said, "I have a task that I need your help with."
"What mission?" Hugh's eyes lit up and he immediately asked.
Audrey gave a polite smile:
"The assassination of Intis's ambassador to the kingdom. Beckeran Jean Madan."
As night fell. Audrey, dressed in her nightgown, closed the door and began preparing for the ceremony.
Then, she recited the honorific name of "The Fool," before getting straight to the point and reporting directly:
"Ambassador Beckeron is a 'conspirator' of the 'Hunter' pathway. Sequence 6, with a suspected Sequence 5 assistant..."
"After I obtained the detailed intelligence, I asked Mr. A. and he agreed to take on the mission to assassinate Ambassador Beckron, but on the condition of 10.000 gold pounds, or the potion recipe of one of the following: 'The Dark One.' 'The High Priest of Calamity.' 'The Prophet.' and 'The Manipulator.' It doesn't need to be complete, just a part of it will do."
"I chose the former, prepaying £2,000. Dear 'Fool' sir, was my decision correct?"
*...* The corners of almost everyone's mouth twitched suddenly.
Ten thousand pounds... I could never save that much money in my entire life even if I scrimped and saved... Benson was shocked and gave a self-deprecating bitter smile.
The considerable compensation he received for his brother's death in the line of duty was less than the pocket money of a noblewoman, which made him feel ironic once again.
Of course, because of Melissa, he also knew Audrey's character and knew that she was a kind lady. Moreover, the money Audrey spent this time was ultimately helping Klein, so Benson did not hate her. On the contrary, he had a great deal of goodwill towards her.
However, this doesn't stop him from thinking that some high-ranking figures are less intelligent than curly-haired baboons.
"Ten thousand pounds? That's almost my bounty... Wait! Why would I compare it to my own bounty?" Danitz frowned immediately. Damn it! He must have been influenced by that madman, Gehrman!
Alger closed his eyes. Even though he already knew that Miss "Justice" came from a prominent family, he still couldn't escape being deeply shocked. When he opened his eyes, he once again felt an incredibly dazzling golden light shining from his right side.
Admiral Cattleya wasn't too surprised; after all, a heavily guarded ambassador of Sequence 6 was worth the price, and completing the mission would earn her the favor of the gods. What gave her mixed feelings was that "Miss Justice" directly gave the two messengers 500 pounds.
A distinguished family background, a noble demeanor... She sighed softly, and couldn't help but think of that queen.
Klein, one of the parties involved, couldn't help but sigh inwardly again, then comforted himself: Well, I don't need money now anyway...
Derrick had only recently left the Forsaken Iand and hadn't had much contact with Rune currency yet, but he guessed from the reactions of those around him that it was no small sum.
Klein, wearing an iron mask and a hooded robe, sat in a dimly lit living room.
"I have a magical item here. I'll sell it to you for 400 pounds."
"It allows you to hear the voice of great beings. If you are lucky enough to decipher useful information from it, you will become very powerful and protecting yourself will no longer be a problem. Well, if you are unlucky and decipher a curse, or cannot decipher it at all, you will be harmed or even die."
"Want to take a gamble?"
Klein nodded solemnly:
"make a deal."
The scene shifts, and Klein is setting up a ritual in his bedroom.
As he moved step by step, a gray mist slowly seeped into the scene. obscuring the bedroom. The figure of the "Fool" appeared and disappeared within the mist. He nodded slightly, and the gently flowing gray mist around him rippled subtly.
When the gray fog dissipated, a dark iron rune covered with numerous symbols, magical markings, eerie patterns, and distorted numbers lay on the ground, while the black ear had vanished. Klein bent down to pick it up and, using his divination skills, managed to decipher the rune's purpose from the revelation.
"Let's call it 'Filthy Words..." Klein murmured, setting the activation spell.
Seeing this, even Lieutenant General Edwina, who didn't know much about "The Fool, frowned her delicate eyebrows.
The Fool has been incredibly helpful to Klein!
Regardless of the fact that Mr. Klein was performing divinations too frequently with the help of "The Fool," it now seems that even something as simple as handling special items requires "The Fool's" personal intervention.
However, Edwina soon recalled the story of the goddess of the night helping believers resolve their debts, which made her fall into deep thought, realizing that the personality of the deity far exceeded the scope of her occult knowledge.
Do not put God to the test...
Marich, dressed in a white shirt and black vest, plopped down on the card table and stared into Klein's eyes, saying:
Is your commission still valid?
"Huh?" Klein was taken aback.
"A friend of mine is short of money and is willing to take on this job. She's stronger than me and should be able to protect you. However, she will only protect you for three days, and the price is 1,000 pounds."
Marich said in a low, indistinct voice.
Klein pondered for a moment and said, "Give me time to consider and raise funds; this is no small amount."
"Also, it's best to protect me discreetly, without letting anyone know. As for which three days of protection, that's up to me to decide, but it will definitely be within these two weeks."
Klein slammed the £100 note on the table and said to the pale-faced Marich, "I agree to the deal. I'll pay £100 upfront, and then £300 for each day you protect me.
"Protection begins now!"
Maric's gaze passed over him, looking behind him, and he nodded slightly, saying. "Okay, she agreed."
Huh? Klein looked back in surprise, but there was nothing there except the door panel.
Marich pocketed the 100 pounds and said indifferently, "You can go back now. She has already begun to protect you, in a covert way."
After washing his hands, Klein shook off the water droplets, dried his palms with a towel, and looked up at the bathroom mirror, examining his current appearance. Just then, he saw his reflection in the mirror suddenly sway and transform into a woman wearing a black court dress.
The woman had light blonde hair, azure eyes, and exquisitely beautiful features, but her face was unusually pale. She wore a small black soft hat, lifted her skirt, and bowed slightly to Klein.
Klein paused for a moment, then took a few steps back and braced himself against the wall.
The image in the mirror quickly dimmed, and Klein saw himself again; everything returned to normal.
Seeing this slightly frightening scene, Melissa was also slightly startled, but she quickly guessed that this was the bodyguard her brother had hired.
Miss Sharon of the Temperance faction! Emlyn immediately recognized the woman who had impressed him so much.
She hasn't advanced to "Puppet" yet? Sigh... It's always a pity to see her, Emlyn thought dejectedly.
By the way, next time at the tarot gathering, I'll ask if there's any extraordinary ability that can create a doll just like Miss Sharon…
Klein also thought of Emlyn's reaction when he first met Miss Sharon, and a smile appeared on his face.
Edwina's eyes flickered.
Like the "Blood General," he was a "vengeful spirit".... Mr. Klein was very lucky to have such a powerful bodyguard on his first attempt. She thought.
As evening fell, in a lavishly decorated, enclosed room, a flamboyantly dressed man named Beckeron asked in a deep voice. "What did you say? M19 has shown up?"
His voice was cold, tinged with anger.
"Yes, yes!" The person in front of him trembled slightly and hurriedly replied.
"Could it be because of that damn little detective?" Beckeron muttered irritably, then frowned.
The subordinate forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Mr. Ambassador, I... I don't know either..."
Beckeran ignored him, and the room fell silent.
After a brief silence, Beckerang's brows relaxed slightly, and he instructed, "There will be a ball at the embassy tonight. Go and tell the servants to get ready as soon as possible."
"Yes!" the other party replied immediately and quickly withdrew.
Beckeron watched the other person's figure disappear through the doorway, his previously relaxed expression instantly contorting into a grimace. He muttered something almost through gritted teeth:
"Now we can only watch Rosago's performance..."
A handsome man with black hair and blue eyes, dressed in a police uniform, stood on the street corner, holding a gold coin and saying.
"The extraordinary bodyguards invited by Sherlock Moriarty will pose a great threat to me."
The gold coin tumbled once in the air before falling, the number side facing up.
The man smiled, seemingly unsurprised. His body and face suddenly shifted and changed, and in the blink of an eye, he was a completely different person.
His smile vanished, replaced by the serious expression often seen on a police officer's face, as he walked toward 17 Minsk Street, not far away.
Upon seeing this scene, Danitz's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and images from his memory flashed before his eyes, overlapping with the scene before him.
Bullshit! Isn't this Gehrman Sparrow's ability? Are they from the same source, or does that person possess the corresponding magical artifact?
This ability is really amazing, especially when Gehrman transformed into the red-haired Elaine…
No, I can't think about this anymore! Who knows if that madman will come after me if he finds out!
However, Gehrman isn't here either, so I…
Bah! Why would I think about that! What's so great about remembering that madman!
Alger, who was not far away, saw this video and his thoughts were also stirred.
His divination failed? Was it Mr. Fool who interfered?
Klein opened the door and took two steps back.
The sheriff in the black and white checkered uniform outside took off his hat and said with a serious expression, "The higher-ups sent me to tell you to be careful tonight and tomorrow, and watch out for strangers."
The sheriff leaned forward slightly, clasped his hands together, and said, " ... St. HillIand Church is too far away; there's a high chance of trouble on the way."
Klein nodded almost imperceptibly. Suddenly, his body froze, and his movements became as stiff as a puppet with rusty joints.
The muscles in the other person 's face began to twitch strangely, and he quickly transformed into a handsome man with black hair and blue eyes, a faint beard, who smiled and said, "Give me time, and this is one of the most difficult abilities to deal with below the high sequence."
As he spoke, the image of the woman in the black court dress appeared on the glass of the bay window.
She too fell into a stiff and sluggish state, like a puppet on a string. walking out of the glass in fits and starts.
Everyone's hearts clenched immediately.
The "Master of Mystic Puppetry of Sequence 5 of the "Diviner"? Several extraordinary individuals who knew about this instantly understood.
Melissa and Benson remained motionless, staring intently at the curtain.
As the camera zooms in slightly, you can see a figure appearing in each of Rosago's eyes: a figure composed of pale blond hair, blue eyes, a pale face, and a deep black Gothic court dress!
At this moment, the woman was still behind Rosago, near the bay window, walking towards them haltingly, like a puppet being manipulated.
A glint seemed to flash in Klein's eyes. He struggled to open his mouth, the tiny movement almost entirely visible to the naked eye.
But he still managed to pronounce the ancient Hermetic word in a hoarse, slightly interrupted voice:
"Filth!"