Chapter 1042: Princess (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Sharon, who doesn't like nicknames? How did she know? Has she communicated with Miss Sharon? Hearing Reinette Tineker's reply, Klein was first stunned, then doubts emerged one after another.

In his view, under normal circumstances, the messenger and the sender would not communicate; the whole process was just appearing, taking the letter, and leaving.

Moreover, when did this messenger need the recipient's consent to come up with a nickname? Did Frank Lee and Patrick Breyne express their approval?

A few seconds later, Klein intuitively guessed that there must be some kind of connection between the messenger and Miss Sharon, and Reinette Tineker didn't intend to hide it.

Composing himself, Klein opened the envelope, unfolded the letter, and quickly skimmed the contents: "I need your help with something. Let's discuss the details in person at the Brave's Bar..."

Compared to before, Miss Sharon's wording was not so stingy; it had improved a bit. Was this a change from advancing to demigod? Klein thought, walked to the desk, picked up a fountain pen, and wrote on the same sheet: "When do you want to meet?"

Putting down the pen, he glanced at Reinette Tineker, who was standing by, not having left, as if waiting for him to write. Klein became a bit more certain.

He folded the letter, handed it over, and said casually: "For Miss Sharon."

One of the heads Reinette Tineker was holding bit the letter, and the remaining three said in turn: "You... this time... still..." "Haven't... paid... postage..."

... Klein cleared his throat, took out a gold coin, and handed it to the messenger.

Watching Reinette Tineker disappear, he showed a thoughtful expression, walked to the armchair, and sat down to wait patiently.

Less than a minute later, the messenger, wearing a gloomy and intricate long dress, emerged from the void again, biting the same letter.

Klein didn't ask; he took the reply, unfolded it, and glanced at it: "If you don't have any issues, tonight would be best."

Tonight... Klein nodded thoughtfully. With a snap of his wrist, the letter burst into crimson flames and quickly turned black.

The flame then expanded and engulfed his body.

When the flames subsided, Klein's figure had vanished from the armchair, while embers spiraled in the air and, blown by the invisible wind, fell into a nearby trash can.

In the Backlund North District, Joe Wood District, and Bridge Area, the gas wall lamps in the separate houses lit up a little brighter in succession and then returned to normal.

Soon after, Klein appeared in a room he privately rented on the outskirts of the East End. He changed clothes, put on gold-rimmed glasses, and stepped out as Sherlock Moriarty, heading to the Brave's Bar.

This time, he didn't go looking for Ian, who was playing board games in the card room. After listening for a few seconds, he pushed open the door to one of the billiard rooms and walked in slowly.

As soon as he locked the door behind him, he saw figures materialize on the left and right.

On the left, perched on a high stool, was Sharon, wearing a small, delicate hat and a court dress, with light golden hair and blue eyes. Compared to before, her complexion was no longer so pale, only slightly bloodless, which made her even less like a female ghost and more like a doll.

On the right, standing by the billiard table, was Maric. The young man, who liked playing cards with living corpses, was now even paler, and the malice he needed to restrain in his eyes was less obvious, yet it still gave a straightforward sense of oppression.

"Good evening, you two," Klein said with a smile, removing his hat and bowing.

"Good evening, Detective," Sharon replied, floating up slightly as if weightless, and bowed seriously in return. Maric did the same.

At that moment, the billiard room felt particularly haunted.

Klein casually pulled up a high stool and sat down, chuckling, "What's this about?"

"Sorry, I might have to trouble you again," Sharon said, bowing once more.

Maric added immediately, "We've reached an agreement with the vampires to cooperate in dealing with an important member of the Rose School in Backlund. "We'll handle the specifics ourselves, including how to lure them in, how to set up the ambush, and how to strike. We just hope you'll observe the whole process and, if something unexpected happens, get us out of here. "Tell us what you want; we can discuss it."

So, I'm a backup in case of an emergency… And what if that guy Emlyn also asks "The World" to help secretly? Then their plan would have two demigods in reserve… Hmm, maybe that could work: I'll be Sherlock Moriarty myself, and let Chunas Kolg be Gehrman Sparrow… Klein thought for a few seconds, didn't directly respond to Maric's words, and instead said, "Let me ask a few questions."