The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 248's

With both sides aware of the existence of the Helmosuin manuscript, this matter will end tonight... Therefore, the ambassador will have the freedom to take revenge? Klein gained a rough understanding of the results of the prophecy and the unexplained omens.

If he didn't have a Puncture Language talisman or a powerful bodyguard who spent 1000 pounds for three days, he would shamelessly go to the police station or headquarters of the Church of the Steam and Machine Gods in Backlund, Saint Hierland Cathedral for temporary residence. He could avoid a possible attack and await the ambassador's assassination. As for how successful the assassination was, Klein was not confident either. He had already considered the worst outcome and had a plan for it.

But now, with the double preparations, he no longer wanted to avoid it. He would stay at home and pretend to know nothing.

Deep down, he even waited for his attacker to come knocking on his door.

Order 9 Hunter Meursault was killed by me. If they sent someone else again, They would at least be Order 7, or even Order 6 or 5. They might even come in numbers, but regardless, as long as I finish them, I will get the Beyonder formula and characteristics.I can then make up for some of my losses, I will tell Miss Guards that I was lucky and managed to benefit from the black ears I bought and became a Beyonder. After all, when the battle became intense, there was no way to hide it at that moment. Besides, what I said was almost true. I benefited quite significantly from those black ears. As Klein considered what was imminent, he almost instinctively drew a red moon mark on his chest.

May the Goddess bless me that the Beyonder who comes is the one from the path of the Seer! He prayed in silence.

As he thought about this, he looked around the room for his bodyguards. He was worried that he would escape without a sound after hearing the entire story.

The lights in the dining room feel warm, illuminating the coffee table, sofa, and chairs. There was no one else in the room except her.

As Klein gradually became nervous, he suddenly saw a face appear on the glass cover of the gas lamp in the living room. His face was pale, with pale golden hair and a delicate appearance.

This woman was quite confident in her own strength .. Klein's mind calmed down, and she whispered to herself, "i am also a Beyonder.

"i bet on the item I bought from the Kaspars meeting and benefited from it, but it was only beneficial to me."

What he said is true. No matter what method he had to face, these sentences would stand the test of truth.

But when these two sentences are put together, one would think that its benefits make it a Beyonder.

The face on the glass cover nodded slightly and quickly disappeared without another reaction.

Klein's expression didn't seem to change, but he quietly exhaled in his heart.

Without taking off her coat, she returned to the sofa and picked up the newspaper and began reading.

After a while, a clanking sound resounded again. Someone rang the doorbell again.

Who'sisthis? Klein immediately stiffened. He put his hand in his pocket, touching the tarot card and the Language of Foulness talisman.

He slowly walked towards the door, and with the help of his abilities as a Clown, he predicted what he would see after opening the door.

The red moon was still faintly visible, the elegant gas lamp did not change, and a sergeant in a black-and-white checkered uniform with three rank marks on his rank mark waited impatiently by the door.

He has a short brown beard and he is none other than the sergeant who once handled Sherlock Moriarty's self-defense case.

I think Jurgen mentioned his name. Sergeant Faxine? Well, I can receive a guarantee of ten pounds tomorrow or the day after tomorrow? Did MI9 send him to look for Ian Wright? Or to tell me that I must temporarily hide from danger? Confused, Klein grabbed his grip.

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Inside the Intis embassy in Backlund's West Borough, lights were on. The aroma of various perfumes and alcohols, accompanied by melodious melodies spread around every corner.

A ball is being held.

During his years as ambassador, Bakerland often held parties at embassies, inviting royal bankers, large factory owners, philanthropists, and other famous, rich and powerful people, as well as lawyers. Random odds are also given to some lower ranked traders.

In this atmosphere, he would inform guests of the prosperity and openness of Trier, and how the Republic of Intis was no longer dominated by the likes of nobles, bankers, factory owners, and lawyers. They, directly and indirectly, take over most parliamentary seats, determine the direction of government policy, enjoy true freedom and high status.

Today, Bakerland did the same. With a glass of wine in hand, she floated around the guests, as if proving that she was present at the dance without leaving.

They should have gotten the manuscript by now.After learning that Ian Wright showed up at the telegraph office of the shaky detective, I began to execute the plan. Now it was time to reap the rewards.Bakerland, with his thin but classy face, took a sip of the blood-like Aurmir wine and headed to the balcony, intending to breathe the cool night air.

Upon learning that Ian had sent a telegram, as a conspiracy veteran and professional intelligence officer, Bakerland was well aware that Ian was contacting his superiors. Hence, he quickly made a double spy, who had infiltrated the Feysac Empire's Backlund intelligence team, investigate and obtain the time, location, and manner of meeting agreed upon by Ian and "team leader."

Afterwards, he pretended nothing had happened and continued to send people to search for Ian near Bacardi Street. He managed to find Ian and also attracted the attention of MI9.

After incapacitating his main opponent, he summoned another unexposed intelligence agent to ambush Ian and the "team leader" of the Feysac Empire. He wanted to find the manuscript and smuggle it out of the Loen Kingdom undetected by MI9.

The situation had progressed as smoothly as he expected, but the news coming back at night made his heart heavy.

The guys from MI9 really showed up!

They have appeared despite being allegedly fooled!

With Rosago around, it's definitely not due to divination. In addition MI9 is not at all good at divining… Let's hope Rosago can get a step ahead of them and take the manuscript to hand over to Shadow to be extracted. Bakerland deliberately set his ball to avoid suspicion, but because of that, he, he cannot involve himself with development. All he could do was pray for his subordinates to produce something.

According to his plan, once Rosago succeeds, he will immediately transfer the items to another intelligence officer, who has never been activated before. Then Rosago will lure MI9 away and, by making some trouble, keep them from "sight" and divert them from their partner. During this process, Bakerland asks Rosago to kill the detective while he does so.

If it wasn't for him, nobody from MI9 would have known. My involvement with the Zmanger gang will not be revealed, and I will not be transferred back to the country, and that staying home is safer than running away? Bakerland rubbed his face.

He had already received orders that after the operation regarding the manuscript was completed, and he would hand over all intelligence matters to the high-ranking military officers in the embassy and await the arrival of the new ambassador.

Bakerland was reluctant to part with Backlund. Despite bad weather and heavy pollution, Backlund is one of the most prosperous cities in the world.

In addition, the women here are more conservative unlike the prostitutes at home. Slowly seducing them into bed and letting go of their restraints, little by little, was a very satisfying and dazzling achievement. Unfortunately, I had to say goodbye to this beautiful woman.Bakerland thought grimly, and he felt even more annoyed with the detective who dared to fight back.

As for Rosago's own safety, Bakerland was not worried at all. He believed that as long as Rosago wanted to, as long as he was not targeted by the High Order Extreme, he would be able to escape immediately. This is because Rosago has a special Beyonder power.

As he was deep in thought, Bakerland's eyes suddenly lit up. He saw a young woman in a red dress standing on the edge of the balcony with a glass of wine in her hand.

She had a beautiful face and a gentle temperament. Her hair was pitch-black and luxurious, and her light-brown eyes seemed to speak volumes.

Bakerland immediately approached and began chatting with him. He learns that the woman is the daughter of a wood merchant named Eileen, and that her father is not very wealthy and seeks to move up the ranks.

With his status as Intis' ambassador, Bakerland quickly accepted Eileen's affection.

After sharing the two dances, their bodies became more intimate.

"Beautiful lady, I'd like to invite you to my room to taste Aurmir 1286's wine."

Eileen replied, almost without hesitation, "Alright."

The two of them left the ballroom and quietly went to the second floor. They entered Bakerland's room, and he ordered the guards to stay away from them and not disturb him.

Before the so-called Aurmir 1286 wine appeared, Bakerland excitedly brought Eileen to bed.

While playing around on the bed, Eileen's simple skirt came loose as her pure and beautiful arms hugged her.

While his hand gripped Bakerland's shoulder, his fingernails and blood vessels suddenly grew black, thin, hairy "spider's legs!"

Bang out!

Eileen's eyes suddenly glared as white foam shot out from her mouth.

Bakerland pulled the fist he used to hit his stomach and stood up from the bed. He no longer had the hasty action from before and instead, wore a cold expression.

"Who sent you?" Bakerland asked in a deep voice.

Eileen tried to stand up, but the pain was too much to bear. His eyes were filled with shock and fear.

Looking at the expression on the pretty girl's face, Bakerland smiled and said, "It's true that I like beautiful women, but I know my problem. So, whenever I meet a beautiful woman, I am very careful.

"Speak, who sent you?

"Don't bother fighting. I'm very good at using fire."