Both sides now knew the whereabouts of the Hermou manuscript. This matter would come to an end tonight... This would free up the ambassador to engage in reprisals... Was this the reason for the impending danger? Klein had a vague understanding of his earlier divination results and the inexplicable premonitions.
If it weren't for the Blasphemy Charm and the powerful bodyguard for 1,000 pounds for three days, he would probably have shamelessly headed to the police station or the headquarters of the
But now that he had a dual layer of preparation, he would undoubtedly not adopt a strategy of avoidance. He remained at home, pretending he knew nothing.
In his heart, he even looked forward to the attackers coming to him.
Sequence 9, "Hunter" Mersault, was killed by me. If they send someone else, they'd at least be Sequence 7, possibly Sequence 6 or Sequence 5, or they'd just swarm me with numbers. Regardless, as long as I take them out, I'll obtain the formula, the Beyonder characteristic, and make up for some losses... Hmm, I'll tell my bodyguard lady that I was lucky enough to gain some benefit from the "Black Ear" that I bought, becoming a Beyonder. I can't hide it if the fighting is intense, and what I'm saying is almost the truth; I really did gain something substantial from that "Black Ear"...
Klein mused about the next steps, instinctively almost making the sign of the Crimson Moon over his chest.
"May the Goddess bless me, let it be a Beyonder of the 'Seer' pathway!" he silently prayed.
Thinking this, he looked around the room to find his bodyguard, worried that after hearing the whole story, she might have silently slipped away.
The dining and living room was warmly lit, illuminating the coffee table, sofa, and chairs, but there was no one else.
Just as Klein was starting to get uneasy, he suddenly saw a face appear on the glass shade of the gas lamp in the living room. It had light golden hair, refined features, and a pale complexion.
This lady is still quite confident in her abilities... Klein's heart calmed down, and he muttered in a low voice, as if to himself:
"I am also a Beyonder."
"I participated in the gathering through Caspars and bought an item of luck, obtaining some benefits. Of course, it's only a benefit for someone like me."
Both of these statements were true. No matter what method was used against it, it would withstand scrutiny.
But placed together, they would make others believe that this benefit had made him a Beyonder.
The face on the glass shade of the gas lamp gave a slight nod and quickly vanished without any other reaction.
Klein's exterior remained unchanged, but inwardly, he let out a quiet sigh of relief.
He returned to the sofa area without taking off his coat, picked up a newspaper, and casually flipped through it.
After a while, the chiming sound echoed again; someone was ringing the doorbell.
Who? Klein's mind instantly tensed up. He slipped his hands into his pockets, touching the Tarot card and the "Blasphemy Charm" respectively.
He walked slowly toward the door. Using his Clown abilities, he foresaw the scene he would see upon opening it:
The Crimson Moon was still faintly visible. The elegant gas streetlamps hadn't changed. A police inspector in a black-and-white checkered uniform with three V's on his epaulets was waiting impatiently by the door.
He had a short brownish-yellow beard and was indeed the same inspector who had handled the "Sherlock Moriarty Self-Defense Case."
"Jurgen mentioned his name... Inspector Facin? Hmm, I can get back my 10-pound bail money tomorrow or the day after... What is he doing here? Did
Inside the Intis Embassy in the West Borough of Backlund, the lights were blazing. The scents of various perfumes and liquors, accompanied by melodious tunes, spread to every corner.
A ball was taking place here.
During his years as ambassador, Becklon had frequently held balls at the embassy, inviting bankers of the
In such an atmosphere, he would tell his guests about the prosperity of
Today, Becklon was doing the same thing, glass in hand, constantly appearing before his guests, as if to prove that he was at the banquet and not out at this time.
"They should have the manuscript by now... Since learning from that trembling detective that Ian Wright showed up at the telegraph office on White Rum Street, I've been setting everything up. It's time to reap the rewards..." Becklon, his face thin but distinguished, took a sip of the blood-like Olmier wine and walked towards the balcony, intending to enjoy the cool night breeze.
After learning that Ian had sent a telegram, Becklon, a veteran "Conspirer" and professional intelligence agent, shrewdly deduced that he was contacting the boss of his boss. He immediately had a double agent planted in the Backlund cell of the Feyapot Imperial Intelligence Agency investigate, obtaining the time, place, and method of the meeting arranged between Ian and the "Team Leader."
Afterwards, he pretended nothing was amiss and continued sending people to search for Ian near White Rum Street. He successfully located him, which also attracted the interception of MI9.