Who Blew Up the Passage?!

Stepping out of the street corner, Luther boarded a carriage bound for Minsk Street. He had an appointment with his former colleague and fellow townsman Klein, to meet at his home today.

He met with Klein mainly for two reasons.

The first thing to do is to inquire about the history of the Fourth Epoch, especially about the Red Angel Medici.

His colleague was a graduate of the History Department of the Tingen University —although it happened before he transmigrated, because he inherited the original owner's memories, his grasp of the relevant historical knowledge should be the same.

The second thing is related to his black cat, Luna.

This little guy has an unexpectedly high talent for Divination. He can not only use it to catch mice, but it can also occasionally help him, just like when he helped him discover that someone from MI9 was coming.

It seemed to be Acting instinctively, and I estimated that it would be able to digest the Potion after a while. I needed to help it get Sequence 8 Potion and its recipe.

15 Minsk Street, outside the door.

The notebook hanging by the door had several lines of different handwriting, seemingly messages left by clients who found the Detective not home.

It seems this guy's Detective career is quite successful.

Luther thought to himself, and rang the doorbell.

"They've arrived."

The voice of a former colleague soon came from behind the door. When the Door Opening, a face with a beard and gold-rimmed glasses appeared. The rugged beard and scholarly glasses made his appearance somewhat peculiar.

Good morning, have you eaten yet?

Luther asked casually.

"Just finished eating"

Klein led him into his home, where a cup of black tea was already laid out on the living room table.

What have you been busy with lately?

Because they were former colleagues and fellow transmigrators from the same hometown, there was less formality between them, typical of people from Loen. As soon as they sat down on the sofa in the living room, Luther asked.

"Yes, I made some investments."

Klein answered Consciousness, then, as if remembering something, asked, "By the way, Luther, are you interested in investing?"

"Investment? What kind of investment?"

"There's a project related to bicycles, you know, it's Roselle's 'invention,' there was an inventor in Backlund who built a prototype."

Klein said.

The invention of the bicycle had already proven to have great profit potential in previous lives.

The inventor and his initial investment had yielded results, attracting the attention of an industrialist. Klein knew that Luther had a lot of cash on him, and if he invested as well, he could snatch a significant number of shares from the industrialist—a virtually guaranteed profit.

"It's definitely a good investment."

After listening to Klein's explanation, Luther nodded. "However, you're too late."

What does "it's late" mean?

"I recently bought a textile factory, and all the money has gone into it."

Luther answered casually.

"?"

Klein, holding his teacup, was momentarily bewildered.

What's going on? I'm still trying to be Detective and make some small investments, and the other side is already becoming a capitalist?

How much did it cost?

He asked.

"More than ten thousand pounds, I guess."

"Ten thousand."

Klein took a deep breath and put down his teacup.

He knew Luther had a lot of money, from the Beyonder Characteristic he sold at the Tarot Club to the bounty for killing the Devil Dog. But he still didn't expect that Luther's savings were enough to start a factory and control the means of production.

Don't misunderstand.

Sensing the strange look in the other person's eyes, Luther smiled slightly. "I was just putting on Acting."

Does Acting the "Shepherd" really require such a huge effort? Luckily, Acting the "Magician" only requires a grand performance. Klein adjusted his mindset and looked at Luther again.

What brings you here today?

He asked.

"Yes, that's right. You seem to know a fair amount about the history of the Fourth Epoch, don't you?"

Fourth Epoch history.

Klein quickly searched his memory; the current era was the Fifth Epoch, while the Fourth Epoch was much earlier. There were no detailed written records of the relevant history, and the archaeological community could only vaguely understand fragments of it through the excavation of related sites.

In a mystical sense, that was a far more dangerous era than the present, an era in which gods established their Divine Kingdom on earth and Angel families fought and clashed with one another. Through the mists of history, only later generations can perceive the madness and cruelty of that time.

"I know a little bit about it."

Luther answered carefully.

He saw Luther's mouth open and close, and said:

"Do you know a guy called 'Red Angel' Medici?"

Red Angel?

Oh, right, there's a related record in the Roselle's Diary collected by Luther. It's a description that Klein from the three Hunter families quickly recalled from the diary Luther presented to Mr. [The Fool].

Where did you hear that name?

Using the Clown's control over his muscles, he maintained his composure and then asked.

"I came across it a while ago in an underground ruin on Williams Street."

Luther replied.

Klein, who had been relatively calm, was taken aback.

Williams Street?

He went too?

Wait a minute, that place was already blown up by me and Miss Sharron!

That's what he thought, and that's what he instinctively said:

"Impossible! I blew up the underground passage there!"

Ah?

Is that you?

Luther was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening. He asked, somewhat exasperated, "You blew up that underground passage, kid?!"

Good grief, if I hadn't had a teleportation stone with me at the time, I would have been killed by you!

"Crack!"

The teacup he was holding was immediately crushed, and the scalding tea and broken porcelain pieces fell to the ground together.

At the same time, his aura as Sequence 5 powerhouse unconsciously emanated, filling the entire living room with a heavy stench of blood.

"Calm down, calm down!"

With a nimble leap, Klein flipped behind the sofa, avoiding his close-range Mental Shock.

Although we don't know what happened, it seems that Luther is very upset about blowing up the passage?

"Call"

Luther took a deep breath, calming himself down and suppressing his overflowing Spirituality. "So, you're saying you blew up that passage?"

"Right."

Klein cautiously peeked out from behind the sofa. "Because that ruin is dangerous, I'm afraid someone might go in later."

Yes, theoretically, with all the passages blocked, there's no way to get in. But who would have thought that they were teleported in?

Luther was both amused and exasperated, feeling helpless and angry. Klein's intentions were good, but a series of unexpected events had brought him a great deal of trouble.

You almost got me killed.

In the end, all he could do was sigh and shake his head.