The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 227's

Sitting at his own dinner table on a foggy morning, Klein broke up the wheat bread he bought specifically and soaked it in milk, improving the way he ate it.

Although his body had changed a long time ago, his pursuit and obsession towards delicious food was etched in his soul. He was completely unable to adapt to the monotonous and repetitive breakfast style of the Loen Kingdom. He could only try his best in experimenting. He tried not to limit himself to toast, bread, bacon, sausage, and butter. She tries hard to expand her boundaries and improve the way she eats. For example, the recipe has new additions such as pork-filled pastries from the south, Feynapotter noodles, and grilled corn cakes.

"Caviar from the Feysac Empire is not bad either, but it is too expensive. It was only suitable for formal meals.." Klein took a small piece of wheat bread that had been softened and put it in his mouth. Just by chewing it a little, he could feel the tangle of milk flavor with the scent of wheat. The taste of the bread is even sweeter.

After breakfast, Klein put down his tableware, but he was in no hurry to tidy up the table. He picked up the newspaper, and started reading.

I'll do a prophecy in a minute. If there's nothing more to do, I'll visit Mr. Leppard at Sird St Street. George Borough and see if his new transport vehicle is worth investing in. Each borough is almost the size of Tingen City. The East Borough is ridiculous. The easiest and most economical way to travel is on foot, followed by a steam metro, before walking again. It was just a waste of time.Klein's mind wandered aimlessly.

Backlund's common horse carriage system was somewhat similar to Tingen's. The prices are pretty much the same, but the only problem is that most of them are limited to one region. If someone wants to go from Cherwood to St. George, it takes a few transfers and that will of course raise the price.

Such a situation makes the prospect of a new transportation vehicle very tempting.

Knock it! Knock it! Knock it!

At that moment, a knock on the door sounded. His voice was as loud as a hammer.

Did they not know how to ring the doorbell.He muttered a few words, straightened his collar, walked to the door, and opened it.

In front of him was a familiar face. It was the highland man who chased after Ian in the steam metro. His skin was dark, his eye sockets were sunken, and he was a thin and strong man.

According to Klein's mediumship results, the man's name is Meursault, an "algojo" of the Zmanger gang who is almost on par with his boss.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for? Do you have a commission to entrust to me?" Klein deliberately acted somewhat confused.

Meursault was wearing a black coat and an overbearing silk hat, but he did not look like a gentleman at all.

He coldly sized up Klein, then he asked Loen, with a thick plateau accent, "Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?"

"Yes" Klein replied briefly and sweetly.

Meursault nodded his head stiffly.

"I want to hire you to find someone."

"We can talk about the real situation inside." Klein prevented himself from acting strangely in any way.

Meursault shook his head coldly.

"No need."

After saying that, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"The person I'm looking for is named Ian. Ian Wright's. He had a pair of bright red eyes, maybe fifteen or sixteen years old. He likes to wear a dark brown coat and a round hat of the same color.I believe you know him."

Klein laughed a little.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Meursault seemed to ignore Klein's refusal. "He's a thief who stole important things from me. If you can find it, you'll be paid at least 10 pounds."

"You gave too few clues." Klein made excuses.

"30 pounds." Meursault makes new offer.

Klein glanced at him and said, "No, this goes against my secrecy principle."

"50 pounds," Meursault replied coldly.

"… Sorry, I can't accept the mission." Klein was shocked for two seconds, but in the end, he still chose to reject the request.

Meursault watched him slowly for a few seconds as his eyes slowly turned cold and ferocious.

He did not offer a new price, nor did he politely say goodbye. He turned around abruptly and walked quickly to the end of the road.

This gang had quite good intelligence.They actually knew that Ian had come to me. Klein secretly sighed, full of emotion, but he did not feel too anxious or afraid.

After all, I was someone who had once come face to face with the evil god's son, despite being separated by a stomach. As he thought about it, his smile suddenly brightened. He started throwing coins to decide whether he would come out today or not.

The answer is positive.

…

St George Borough, Sird Street.

After being transferred from a tracked public train to a steam metro, before moving onto a trackless train, Klein finally arrived at his destination, spending a total of 11 pence.

Right after he got off the carriage, he found that the drizzle had already started, but he did not bring an umbrella.

According to newspapers and magazines, this was an everyday occurrence in Backlund. The reason why hats are popular is because women and men do not always carry umbrellas. Klein pressed half his hat and quickly ran out Unit 9 and used the roof to protect himself from the rain.

He brushed off the clear water droplets from his body and rang the doorbell.

However, he did not hear the sound of cuckooing or the sound of clinking.

Is the doorbell broken? Klein was just about to raise his hand to knock when he suddenly saw footsteps approaching from afar.

The image of that person naturally appeared in his mind. It was a tall thin man with black hair and blue eyes. She was in her thirties and wore a grayish-blue worker outfit, but she looked gentle and delicate.

Crunched. Door opens. The man rubbed his forehead and asked, "May I know who you are looking for? Is there something?"

Klein took off his hat and bowed slightly.

"i'm here to find Mr. Leppard, I'm interested in his new transport vehicle."

The man's eyes suddenly lit up.

"i'm Leppard. Please come in."

He turned to the side and let Klein in. However, there were no coat racks in the lobby.

It must be said that the man's house was very messy. On the coffee table in the living room alone there are many mechanical objects, such as wrenches, pads, and screwdrivers.

"How much do you want to invest? Ah, true. Do you want coffee or black tea? Uh... It looks like I'm out of black tea..” Leppard exclaimed.

This man was rather straightforward, and did not seem to be good at interpersonal relationships. A thought flashed through Klein's mind, and he changed the words he wanted to say. He got straight to the point, "I've seen your new transportation vehicle before I make a decision.

"i can't make promises without understanding anything."

As he spoke, he looked around and saw the triangular Sacred Emblem hanging on the wall.

It was the symbol of the God of Steam and Machines. Solid triangles are filled with symbols like steam, gears, and levers.

Leppard was not bothered by Klein's straightforwardness. He immediately said, "I'll show you."

As soon as he said that, he slapped his head. "I almost forgot, we have to sign a confidentiality agreement to make sure that you don't steal my invention."

Mr. Leppard, you don't have a good memory either. Klein smiled and said, "That won't be a problem."

After signing a simple contract, Leppard took Klein into a room that looked like an activity room. He had knocked on the living room and the neighboring basement, making it much more spacious and spacious.

The ground was filled with components, and a rough object, which was half the height of a human, that resembled a carriage standing in the middle.

In addition, the doorbell line is connected there and cleverly built. As long as one pulled the rope, a steel ball would break out of the mechanism, allowing it to roll along a special path before colliding with the object in the middle to produce clang sounds.

His voice was not too loud, but enough to wake Leppard who was engrossed with the engine.

"Is that the new form of transportation you found?" Klein pointed to a rough object in the middle of the room.

"Yes, I created it based on the imagination of Emperor Roselle!" He replied with a sharp look in his eyes.

"The imagination of Emperor Roselle?" Klein asked in surprise.

Leppard explained in a reverent tone, "Emperor Roselle left behind a number of manuscripts in which he drew his vision of a future machine. He was an incredible genius, not—a master! Many things have turned into reality! "Heh heh, this manuscript is stored in the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. There is no way for ungodly believers to borrow it.”

… Emperor, do you still not leave the business need unturned for others. Klein's mouth twitched, barely able to maintain his smile.

"Explain in detail." He changed the subject.

Leppard took Klein to a raw metal object and opened the door.

"This is a means of transportation that does not require horses.

“Driver sits in the front left seat, keeps stepping on the pedal. Through levers and chains that connect to the four wheels, allowing the vehicle to move forward. And on the wheels, I use a inflated rubber that can make the journey smooth. ."

So it's a human-powered car? Klein could not help but scorn.

He said with some consideration, "With such a large train, and at least four passengers, it is impossible to travel that far just by relying on human strength alone."

"That's my next goal—to reduce the weight and enlarge the lever several times! However, my financial situation is not at its best.I cannot fund any more efforts." Leppard looked at Klein expectantly.

"Why not consider other methods? Like using steam as a driving force?" Klein slowly arranged his words.

Leppard shook his head. "There are people who have found it, but it has a very large body, making it difficult to drive on many roads."

That was what Klein had been waiting for.

"Then why don't you do something simpler? For example, it only has two wheels with only one person without an outer shell."

"You mean something like a bike?" Leppard asked in his heart.

Roselle's manuscript has that? Klein nodded heavily.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Bikes created by others are not very practical.Simplify this. It's gonna really look different. But who's gonna buy it?" Leppard said to himself.

Klein did not hesitate to give him directions.

"The postman, the working class who has little savings, the unnecessary entrepreneur looks respectable while hoping to save money."

Leppard thought for a moment, then gave a small nod.

"… I can try, but I don't have any money for spare parts…"

"i'll invest 100 pounds of gold. Other than my advice just now, I'll take the total ..." Klein hesitated to say ten percent stake. Fifteen percent is better. After all, a hundred pounds, actually, is not much.

"You can own a 35% stake! But that's just limited to the concept of the bike you're describing!" Leppard spoke first, afraid Klein would make an unreasonable request.

"Agreed!" Klein immediately laughed. “We make a simple contract first and solve this problem. After that, I will look for a lawyer to make a formal contract and add some detailed requirements. For example, if anyone else wants to invest, they must first get my approval."

"No problem" Leppard replied impatiently. All he wanted was to buy his spare parts as soon as possible.

…

In the darkness caused by the drizzle, Klein returned to Minsk Road in Cherwood Borough.

He went into the house and went straight to the bathroom on the first floor and solved his stomach problem.

Rakings.

As the water echoed, Klein bent down to wash his hands.

At that moment, a picture appeared in his mind.

The mirror in front of the sink reflected his bowed head, a dim environment, and a pair of eyes to the side.

One pair of eyes!