"Fool" Klein suddenly remembered that "Code Geass" is also called "Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion," which is the name of an anime!
It was a story about a noble boy rebelling against noble rule. He had watched two seasons of it before he transmigrated!
He guessed that Lelouch must be a time traveler. If he were just called Lelouch, it might be a case of a coincidence, but putting "rebellious" and "Lelouch" together would definitely be a trope that only a time traveler would use.
Thinking of this, Klein smiled: This world doesn't actually have only one transmigrator; Rosell transmigrated over a hundred years ago. Back then, the Emperor thought he was the protagonist of this world, but now it seems he was merely the protagonist of an era.
There was another time traveler who arrived in this world around the same time as me. I became the chivalrous thief "Black Emperor," and he became "Code Geass." As expected of people from our hometown, we were also disappointed with this era and some aspects of this kingdom.
Klein currently has no intention of acknowledging the other party, firstly because he may not be able to find them, and secondly because there would be little point in acknowledging them now.
The Hermit Odis, however, felt somewhat regretful: when Tu Yi blurted out "Lelouch the Rebellious," Klein should have already realized that this Lelouch must be a time traveler.
But then he thought: It's not a big problem. Lelouch's "account" has been deleted. At most, he'll leave behind a book, but nothing else. With the clues Klein knows, he can't possibly suspect me.
After hearing Miss Justice's reply, "Magician" Fors was curious: "Why did he leave such a message? 'Rebellious'? Is he still a rebellious teenager?"
Audrey said, "Perhaps he was expressing his uncompromising spirit."
Odis nodded slightly: "Those who understand me are the righteous ones."
Klein almost twitched his lips in a completely unseemly manner: Maybe he was just having a fit of chuunibyou, just like the Emperor.
Alger, the "Hanged Man," was more concerned with: "Has Lelouch been captured by the official Beyonders?"
Audrey replied, "Not yet."
"This person is very capable," Alger commented.
Klein thought to himself: To set a fire on King's Road and escape unscathed is truly remarkable.
Fors said, "Hopefully he will never be arrested."
Audrey added, "I hope so."
Odis's lips curled up slightly: You can rest assured about that; the official extraordinary individuals can't even catch a ghost.
That topic ended there, and everyone started talking about other things.
Odis said, "I've received some information that the 'Rose School' has been very active in Backlund recently. I wonder what their purpose is. Do you have any information about them?"
Alger and Audrey shook their heads, but "The World" suddenly said, "As far as I know, they are dealing with some internal issues."
"I've heard about that too," Odis said. "The 'licentious' and 'temperamental' factions have apparently already fought once over at the docks."
"Later, the 'Rose School' libertarians were dealt a severe blow by the official extraordinary beings and seemed to withdraw from Backlund."
"But just a few days ago, the official extraordinary individuals dealt with another 'werewolf,' who was also said to be a member of the 'Rose School.' It's safe to say that their retreat was a ruse, and we don't know what their purpose was."
Audrey and Fors were very concerned about this matter, both feeling as if they thought, "How could something like this happen in Backlund?"
Klein, standing behind the gray fog, was clearly taken aback. He hadn't expected that the "Hermit" knew more about the "Rose School's" recent activities than he did.
He only knew that the "Indulgence Faction" had withdrawn after being attacked by the "Mechanical Heart," which was why Miss Sharon and Maritch were able to continue their activities. However, he did not expect that their withdrawal was actually a ruse.
Klein decided to inform Miss Sharon tonight and tell them to be careful for the time being.
Actually, what Odis just said was meant for Klein, hoping to attract the attention of Miss Sharon and the others.
Although Bernadette had previously learned about the drug buyer Bernie from Miss Sharon, the "Mysterious Queen" might not necessarily warn Miss Sharon to be wary of the "Indulgence Faction."
It would be better to have Klein remind her again, in case this is a counterattack against the "Temperance Faction," the bodyguard will be in great danger.
After exchanging ideas for a while, Klein announced the end of the tarot session.
Odis returned to the real world and lay quietly in the armchair for a while, recalling the information he had obtained from Fors. For a moment, he couldn't think of a good way to publish it.
If all else fails, the analysis and explanation of the fight with Chibman can be deleted, but that would completely destroy the essence of the book.
For now, we can only wait and see, and talk about it when the opportunity arises.
Next, Odis began to consider the matter of promotion. This time, he planned not to report to the "Mechanical Heart" and to secretly get promoted first.
Since the main ingredients were already available, Odis suddenly remembered that her shop did not yet have the blood of silver-billed cranes.
He took a deep breath, got up and wrote two notes, then went to the shop in front and sent his clerk, Kenner, to run an errand. One note was to be delivered to 117 Queen Road, the residence of Viscount Kelton, to purchase the blood of silver-billed cranes.
The second note was sent to the Backlund Post, informing members of the Mysticism Research Society that they would be meeting at nine o'clock the next morning.
After that, Odis stayed at the shop, waiting for Mr. Fool to inform him to perform the bestowal ceremony and obtain the 'fruit of the flying tumbleweed' he had traded from Audrey.
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Wood District, 15 Minsk Street.
Ding-a-ling~
Having just finished reading "The Magician's" copy of "Spirit World Encounters" and returned to the real world from "Above the Gray Fog," Klein heard the doorbell ring.
He hurried downstairs and arrived at the door, the scene outside already appearing in his mind.
Standing outside the door was Mike Joseph, a reporter for the Daily Observer with blue eyes and delicate features .
Klein could pretty much guess the other party's intentions. He opened the door and smiled, "Let me guess, do you need a bodyguard right now?"
Klein also read the Daily Observer's report today.
Mike smiled wryly and said, "Yes."
Klein glanced at the street outside, then stepped aside to let Mike in.
After the door closed, Mike laughed and said, "I wrote something that angered someone again, and this time, I offended a nobleman."
Klein glanced through the window: "So you're being followed."
"It feels like I'm being followed," Mike said, sitting on the sofa. "This afternoon I felt like someone was watching me."
He took a deep breath and said, "This time the newspaper approved a week's worth of protection funds for me, how about 10 pounds a day? For the next week, you'll be protecting my safety."
"If a battle breaks out, I'll give you more money."
Klein opened his mouth, but said instead, "Wait a moment, I'm going to the restroom and I'll think about it."
Actually, he was inclined to take the commission, after all, Mike must have been under tremendous pressure to publish the news in his report this morning.
However, if it's too dangerous, he will refuse the commission and ask Isinger Stanton, who has official connections, to take on Mike's commission.
Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!
After all, this commission involved nobles, and he was very reluctant to get involved in their struggles.
Upon entering the restroom, Klein removed the citrine pendant from his wrist and silently thought, "Michael Joseph's commission is dangerous."
"Mike Joseph's commission is dangerous."
"..."
After reciting it seven times, the pendant began to rotate clockwise, though not by much.
In other words, there is some risk, but it is within an acceptable range.
Whoosh~
Klein pretended to flush the toilet, then returned to the living room: "I've decided to take on your case. When will I begin protecting you?"
"It's best to start now."
Klein nodded: "No problem."
Then he asked, "Does your family need protection?"
"I sent my family to the outskirts last night," Mike said. "The place is well hidden; they won't find it unless I visit them."
As a seasoned journalist, one naturally needs a secret hideout to protect one's family.
"That's good." Klein said while putting on his coat, "From now on, you will follow my orders. If I tell you to hide, you hide; if I tell you to run, you run."
"Also, I've thought of an excellent place to protect you, but before we go there, I must ask how much funding you've received this time?"
"150 pounds," Mike said. "If that's not enough, we can apply for more."
"Very good." Klein smiled slightly. "How about we go to the 'Nanmu Ballroom' and find some ladies to dance with?"
...
51 Henry Street, Gard Herbal Shop.
As evening approached, Odis still hadn't received any notification from "The Fool" about setting up the ceremony, and the blood of the silver-billed crane had already arrived; now all that was missing was the main ingredient.
Just as the herbal shop began to get busy, Odis noticed that her pocket watch had lit up again.
However, this time the pocket watch was yellowish. This pocket watch could receive two signals, one from 199 Hairun Avenue, the meeting place of the Mysticism Research Association.
If the waiter presses the signal transmitter there, Odis's pocket watch will emit a red signal.
One of them came from the "Nanmu Ballroom." Mandy also had a signal transmitter; if she pressed it, her pocket watch would light up yellow.
Odis had no choice but to hand over the business of the shop to his assistant, Kena. He went to the basement in the backyard, changed into Mr. Gar's clothes, and used the "teleportation array" to arrive at the third floor of the "Nanmu Ballroom".
As soon as the door to the third-floor room opened, the receptionist immediately came to greet him: "Mr. Garr, Mike Joseph, a reporter from the Daily Observer, is here at the ballroom again."
"Ms. Mandy originally thought he was just there to spend money, and even gave him a bottle of wine."
"But a dozen minutes ago, a group of people broke in and said they wanted to take Mr. Mike away."
"Ms. Mandy kept those people calm while she asked me to wait here for you so she could explain the whole story to you."
Odis hummed in agreement: "I understand."
He strode towards the stairs, but at the top of the stairs he suddenly turned back and asked the receptionist, "Do you think we should protect reporter Mike?"
"I…I read the news about him today and I think we shouldn't have let those people take him away." But then she lowered her head in a panic: "I…I don't know if I'm right or wrong."
Odis smiled and said, "That makes a lot of sense."
After saying that, he turned around and quickly went downstairs.
The author has caught a cold these past two days and suddenly developed a fever today. All the energy is being used up so that I can only update normally and haven't had time to read everyone's comments.
Everyone should also be careful, there's been a flu outbreak recently, and I think I caught it after going out for breakfast.