The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 410's

St George Borough, Sird Street.

As soon as Klein and Jurgen got off the train, they saw a large object parked in front of the door of the Leppard Inventor.

It was iron-black, with a dozen wheels in three groups, whose peaks towered like the chimneys of a ship, and smoke came out of it.

It was the steam engine Klein had seen in magazines and on the streets, often described by the public as an ironclad warship with a rather exaggerated body.

If the roads were not built or rebuilt in the last twenty or thirty years, then the roads would fill the roads and leave no room for horse carriages. Therefore, transportation vehicles like this can only be seen in certain areas and places.

At this moment, thick glass windows and car doors opened, and two figures stepped out.

One of them was the steam power maestro, Framis Cage, whom Klein had encountered before. A quarter of his blood came from the Feysac Empire, and he had pale blue eyes and a tall yet prominent body. He has a pipe in his mouth.

The person beside him wore a thick black coat with a gray scarf wrapped around his neck. The features are mediocre. He looked ordinary with his black hair and brown eyes; however, he exuded an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

“Hai, Detective Moriarty, you're really on time. This is my lawyer and colleague, Pacheco Dwayne.”

While they were talking, two burly men descended from the steam-powered vehicle. They're obviously Framis' bodyguard.

How is it not professional? Shouldn't they go down first and then open the door for their boss? Klein snorted, smiled greets, and introduced his lawyer, Jurgen.

While he waited for Leppard to open the door, he casually chatted with her.

"Mr. Cage, are steam-powered vehicles like this popular? Do many people like it?”

Framis Cage laughed.

“Those who think that they are worthy say that it is too barbaric and rude, and ordinary people cannot afford it. Only me, such engine and steam fan, would buy it.”

“This is mainly because many roads are too narrow,” Klein said consolingly.

Framis Cage was the investor she found, and she had nothing to do with Leppard.

When he plays cards at the Quelaag Club, he accidentally mentions it, and the equestrian teacher, Talim, soon mentions that Framis liked a similar invention, offering to introduce him to each other.

This made Klein sigh with emotion. The club is truly a great place to develop connections, and members who join are never really interested in free food, drinks, and places of activity.

“Haha, this is indeed one of the reasons. As the population increases and the cities grow larger, horse carriages will definitely be eliminated. It's too slow. What this world is pursuing now is efficiency!” Framis said confidently.

He then revealed a smile.

“Also, I've got orders from the military. They wanted me to make some improvements, as mentioned in the Roselle manuscript; increase the bulletproof layer of armor, cover the rails so that it can go on a simple road. In addition, add a thick cannon barrel, and this will be a new weapon.”

The script of Roselle. Klein sighed in silence and for a moment he did not know what to say until, finally, Leppard opened the door.

In the next discussion, the main people who spoke were Jurgen and Pacheco. The two lawyers would argue with each other and discuss the terms with their employers, while the completely unprepared Inventor Leppard sat there in a daze. Only when asked will he give his opinion.

Finally, the three parties agreed that Framis would invest a thousand pounds to take 20% of the shares, and Klein and Leppard shares would fall by the same ratio, 28% and 52%.

At the same time, Framis agreed to buy another 18% of Klein's shares at a premium, and this cost him a thousand pounds after taxes.

Similarly, he would buy a 9% stake in the company at an after-tax price of 500 pounds.

As a result of this deal, Framis became the largest shareholder in the newly established Backlund Bike Company, with a 47% stake. He was responsible for the subsequent industrialization and marketing, while the company would be funded with 1,000 pounds which he invested as initial capital.

Leppard is the second largest shareholder, with 43% of the shares. His job was to help prepare the assembly line for mass production.

Mr. Klein, who owns only 10% of the remaining shares, became a pure financial investor.

And the 1,000 pounds he earned from selling his shares had made his personal fortune skyrocket to 2,235 pounds, almost enough for him to buy the main ingredient of the Faceless herb. As a private detective, he still continues to receive commissions in the past month, so his daily expenses do not drain his savings.

I still have to pay 50 pounds to Lawyer Jurgen, leaving me with 2,185 pounds .. I must thank Talim when I saw him. He signed and signed the contract. Then, he stood up and shook hands with Framis and Leppard.

“I hope for a pleasant partnership.”

Framis took out her gold pocket watch and looked at it before laughing.

“Usually, we have to have lunch together to celebrate the closing of the deal, but there are important people waiting for me. I'm really sorry, but there will still be plenty of opportunities in the future. ”

An important figure, another one…. The one behind Talim? What I claim is his replacement for using false information leading to the Aurora Order? Klein suddenly felt a little guilty. He hurriedly smiled and said that he did not mind.

After getting out of the house and taking the train, Jurgen suddenly frowned slightly.

"Sherlock, you agreed too easily."

"Why did you say that?" Klein asked curiously.

He doesn't even know what Jurgen is talking about.

“Based on your description, and Framis performance, I can imagine a bright market prospect for a bike. Even though it's just a current discovery, deflating the overall valuation, you should have kept more shares even though 5,000 pounds is a good price. That way you can get better returns in the future.

“I think you will only sell 8% and have the confidence to bid 500 pounds, but you actually agree with 18%. Even if it is only 500 pounds, you will get a doubled return on your investment. ”

Since I needed money, however, I agreed very easily without hesitation. It was a huge transaction, so it seemed a bit abnormal to me. As Klein thought back to the previous scene, he started to have some doubts in the bottom of his heart.

Was I subconsciously influenced by Framis or Pacheco's Lawyer? One of them is Beyonder? Fortunately, the price was quite reasonable .. As he pondered over the matter, Klein said to Jurgen who was waiting for an answer, "The new year is coming soon …"

He didn't know how to explain it, so he randomly picked a gap.

If the other party was an intelligent person, then they would follow the opening and refine the explanation on their own grounds. Klein did not need to explain it any further.

Of course, this is a step aimed at smart people. Ordinary people would eventually press, "so" or "what really happened."

Jurgen's lawyer is clearly a smart man. Noticing Klein's brief silence, he nodded and said, “I understand.

What do you understand? I haven't even thought about what to say. Klein pointed to the steam metro station in front of them and said, “I got off here. I need to meet with an informant.”

…

As the steam-powered vehicle roared forward, Framis who was sitting in the front row, lowered the window glass and let out a circle of smoke. He said to the inconspicuous Lawyer Pacheco, "Have you just used your powers?"

“It was triggered passively,” Pacheco said with a smile. “My strength is not suitable for such a situation. I prefer to face government employees or companies.”

Framis nodded small.

“I just want to remind you.

“No need to use your power in such a situation. Don't let this affect the most important thing.”

"i understand," Pacheco replied in a low voice.

…

East Borough, in a cheap coffee shop.

When Klein arrived, Old Kohler was already waiting for him.

He took off his scarf, took off his hat, sat across from it, took out a single stack of banknotes, and handed them to him.

“For next week's expenses and bonuses for the information you gave me last time. That's a total of one pound. ”

He has recently been very generous with giving bonuses because he has found someone to claim them.

The old Kohler, whose face was clearly more reddish than before, accepted the money, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Information I gave earlier doesn't seem to matter much ..”

“No, the importance depends on who is using it. There are a lot of things that you might take for granted, but that's how other people get their money,” Klein explained with a laugh. “What happened this week?”

The old Kohler took a stack of banknotes and put them in his pocket. He said as he thought, “Same as before, many people are still looking for The Fool believers. Haha, how can anyone believe in The Fool? That's not a good name.”

… The corner of Klein's mouth twitched slightly.

"Did they make progress?"

The Aurora Order was truly persistent. Klein thought helplessly.

"No, there's no such person." Old Kohler shook his head and then said, “There were quite a few people organizing the recent strike. They came to me several times, claiming that they would fight for hours of work and a reasonable salary.”

This is a very normal thing in this era, but it can cause quite serious consequences.Klein said seriously, “Please note the organizers of this issue. But don't worry too much. Safety first."

"Good." Old Kohler cleared his throat and said, “There are a lot of gangsters and bounty hunters looking for someone lately. I don't know why, but I'm sure someone has offered a reward.”

"Who are they looking for?" Feeling cold, Klein sipped his coffee.

Warm liquid flows into the esophagus and warms its stomach.

The old Kohler thought for a moment and said, "A man named Azik Eggers."

Azik Eggers... Azik Eggers? Klein looked up from his coffee cup and stared straight at Old Kohler, who was sitting opposite him.

Isn't that Mr Azik's full name? Why would someone suddenly offer a gift for her? Ince Zangwill's? Relying on his Clown strength, Klein pretended to be unconcerned when he asked, "Does that say what kind of person he is?"

Old Kohler recalled and said, "He seems to be of Balam bloodline and was once a university lecturer."