The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 235's

Klein was in no hurry to confirm his general assumption. He pretended that nothing had happened and turned the page so that it faced him.

The information he wrote about Ian Wright was completely correct. He would still get a positive answer even if he used divination techniques to confirm. Therefore, he believed that the people under the responsibility of the ambassador would follow in the footsteps of this investigation and get something in return. There was no way they would have the motivation to take revenge on him for now.

Similarly, he would continue to spread the paper on his desk to the special military department that was watching him. It would distract them from it as they shifted their focus to Ian Wright. Then it will race against time to find him in the presence of the ambassador.

This way, Klein would be safer.

It felt like I was walking on a rope. Is this a special trick for clowns? He shook his head in amusement. He opened the oriel window, hoping to breathe in the fresh morning air, but there was a thick smog suffocating outside that made him silently close the window.

Pressing the paper with Ian's information with an ink bottle, Klein went to the nearest bathroom and quickly took a shower. He then took out a black double-breasted suit and a top half hat hanging on the shelf and walked all the way to the first floor.

He had an appointment with Lawyer Jurgen for breakfast today.

Pulling his black silver stick from the umbrella stand on the foyer, Klein walked along the edge of the road in thick fog that provided visibility of no more than ten meters until he reached 58 Minsk Street. He rang the doorbell of the dark house.

As the clang sound echoed, a green-eyed black cat with a raised tail suddenly appeared in his mind.

Brody the black cat walked straight to the door. After preparing for two seconds, he jumped up and grabbed the door handle.

Then, it must have fallen off and twisted the handle with its weight, and opened the door.

With a creak, the morning wind blew in, and the door slowly opened.

Brody the black cat glanced at Klein haughtily as he walked to the side.

"A very clever cat," Klein praised as he faced the old woman, Doris, with her white apron.

Doris laughed as her wrinkles subsided.

"Depends on his mood. Often he acts stupid, as if he does not know what you are talking about. Oh, I've prepared the best peanut radish soup for you. Eat with bread."

Peanut radish soup.It sounds like something mashed randomly.

"I can't wait for that."

The lawyer came out of the bathroom. Even at home, regardless of whether he had just woken up, he was dressed to nine. His white shirt was ironed and his brownish-yellow vest was tightly fitted, the stripes of his pants looking freshly ironed.

"The contract you want is done. Check to see if there's any negligence." Jurgen's blue eyes swept. He didn't mince words as he got straight to the point.

His brown hair was neatly combed back, and the shine from the pomade was unmistakable.

"Good." Klein leaned on his cane, took off his hat and coat, and followed Jurgen into the study on the first floor, where he received a thick contract.

He stood there, casually flipping through it. The more he read, the more his head ached. In the end, he only read the key clause.

I hope all that is needed is there, as well as clauses that were previously eliminated, such as the establishment of three examples that will determine how much money will be supplied to Leppard based on its progress, Leppard said, than a 100 pound lump sum payment. The first example involves 50 pounds. Yeah, that way I don't have to go to Backlund Bank for now and take the remaining one hundred pounds off my anonymous account. What I have on me is enough …

Klein closed the document, smiled at Jurgen, and said, "i'm satisfied. Your professional skills are better than I imagined."

As he said that, he took out two one-pound banknotes that he had prepared.

Jurgen took the money, gave Klein the remaining contract, and said in a serious tone, "If there is any mistake during the signing, there are two additional copies. Remember to rip off the remaining contracts when everything is done."

The current iteration of the crushing machine is a hand-driven mechanical crushing machine.

Klein was about to nod his head, as Madam Doris suddenly shouted from the dining room, "Good kids, breakfast time!"

"My grandmother's hearing is deteriorating," Jurgen explained as he invited Klein with a hand gesture.

Klein followed her into the dining room and saw that Madam Doris had taken a spoonful of yellow and green liquid from the black pot and poured it onto the appropriate plate.

"Here, try the peanut horseradish soup. It's your bread." Ms. Doris smiled and pointed at the suspicious pile of food.

Klein looked at Jurgen who looked more serious than before. His heart stopped beating.

Forcing himself to sit down, Klein broke a piece of white bread, dipped it in a yellow-green soup, and stuffed it into his mouth with the spirit of an adventurer.

"…" He was surprised to find that it actually tasted quite good. The faint salty taste had a sweet taste that stimulated his appetite. It also perfectly brought out the soft and fragrant taste of bread.

"My grandmother used to be good at cooking" Jugen said casually as she slowly enjoyed her breakfast.

… Then why should you keep your face straight .. I really have no appetite watching you eat … Klein railed silently before immersing himself into the relaxed and happy feeling brought about by the delicacy.

After leaving Jurgens, he made three transfers to Sird Street in St. George Borough, where he made a formal agreement and paid Leppard the first fifty pounds. The second amount of thirty pounds will be paid within two weeks, depending on the progress of Leppard.

Later, he returned to Cherwood Borough and went to the public library to read last year's Tussock Times to look for news of Intis' ambassador to the Loen Kingdom.

When it was almost noon, he finally saw the black-and-white photo and confirmed that it was the one he had seen in his dream prophecy.

"Bakerland Jean Madan," Klein recited the name of the ambassador of the Republic of Intis in his heart. He left the library and found a small restaurant for lunch.

…

At three in less than ten minutes, Klein pretended to take a nap. He pulled the curtain, took four counter-clockwise steps, and arrived above the gray fog.

He first estimated whether the military's special departments had loosened their oversight of him and received positive results. He then wrote a divination statement that he thought of in the morning: "The intruder from last night."

Leaning back in his chair, he muttered that sentence. Klein's eyelids drooped as he fell asleep.

His bedroom is seen in a world of illusion, separation, and obscurity.

At that moment, Klein saw a black shadow writhing in the gap at the bottom of the door!

A slender iron-black threadworm entered the room. It curved in the middle and then flattened itself, constantly repeating itself as it walked towards the table.

His movements were extremely stiff, as if he had broken up a series of slow movements, making him seem extremely strange.

The black thread worm crept to the front of the table and crawled upwards, leaving a trail of mucus that evaporated quickly behind.

It stopped in the written section about Ian Wright. His head was raised as the middle of his body was raised, leaving only his tail to support his body.

At this moment, it was like a human!

After examining it for a moment, the black iron thread worm flipped the paper and disappeared back to how it was.

So that's how it is. That is, not because the intruder didn't want to take revenge on me last night; he simply didn't have the ability to do so. Unless this iron-black thread worm was extremely venomous… Klein nodded in enlightenment, he then used the prophecy and obtained confirmation that the Beyonder who manipulated the iron-black thread worm had done so under the orders of Ambassador Bakerland.

After doing all this, he completely covered the paper bag in the corner with a gray mist and sent a message to The Sun, Derrick.

When the pocket watch hands were in place, Klein pulled Justice, The Hanged Man, and The Sun together.

Tarot Club this week is happening on schedule!

…

A familiar gray fog and a hazy human silhouette appeared. Audrey who had successfully advanced to Sequence 8, half-standing, lifted her skirt, and happily greeted them, "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~ Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man! Good day, Mr Sun!"

Klein, who had activated his Spirit Vision earlier, noticed the change in the surface layer of the Astral Projection in the depths of the Ether Miss Justice Body with the help of the uniqueness of the gray fog. Laughing lightly, he said, "Welcome, 'Miss Telepatis' us."

Audrey smiled calmly and said a few words of humility before turning to face the person opposite her.

"Mrs. Hanged Man, you were supposed to turn in six pages this week."

Maybe, when Mr. Fool reads it, he will think of something and share with us a little more about his "general knowledge.

Algeria nodded and began to make six pages of Roselle's diary with the help of Klein.

Previously, he had thought of consulting with The Fool about whether he should directly hand over the rest of the diary through sacrifice. However, seeing that the Fool did not seem to be too interested or taking the initiative to mention it, he gave up on this idea.

And this is in line with his understanding of The Fool. Roselle's diary has a certain effect on men like dewa—Mr. Stupid—but it's not very good. He was going to collect it, but he was obviously not in a hurry.

The six pages of the diary were completed very quickly. Just as Algeria was about to offer it to the Fool sitting at the end of a long bronze table, he suddenly recalled something. He hurriedly said respectfully, "Fool Master, I have obtained information relating to the Secret Order."

There is no information barrier at sea; it is not timely enough.

The pirates also valued intelligence and often sent people to colonial islands to exchange information they had gathered. It was through these channels that Algeria learned something about the Secret Order.

"It's so good." Klein nodded his head slightly, giving his permission to The Hanged Man to tell him what he knew. She did not stop Miss Justice and The Sun from letting her talk.

This would help the former gather more information about the Secret Order, while the latter did not understand anything.

At the same time, he let the six-page diary appear in his hands.

The Hanged man said unhurriedly, "The Secret Order has some ties to the Core Republic."

Core Republic. Yes, Emperor Roselle was from Intis, and Zaratul had sought her out in Trier, the capital of Intis, it was not too surprising that the Secret Order still had a relationship with the Core Republic today, Klein confirmed that the information provided by The Hanged Man was correct.

Heh, just in time, I will deal with the ambassador of the Republic of Intis. He looked at the three members.