Pearl Shadow Club. In a luxuriously appointed reception room, a middle-aged man in a black cloak and black top hat sat quietly on the sofa, a black wooden cane in hand. His clothes were immaculate and simple. Though every piece was made from the finest materials, their cut was restrained and conservative, just like his appearance and temperament.
Though his looks were unremarkable, the middle-aged man's eyes were clear and bright, like two stars, even carrying a crisp, icy chill. As he sat there quietly, the reception room naturally fell silent as well. Even the two maids standing in the corners of the room did not dare make the slightest sound.
Through a small peephole specially made for spying behind an enormous oil painting, Lin Qi studied the middle-aged man carefully for a while, then nodded. This man's personal strength was nothing much—merely high-rank Earth-position magical fluctuations. Moreover, those fluctuations were restless and unstable, as though they might shatter at any moment. Clearly, even this meager magical cultivation had been forcefully piled up with potions.
Yet his eyes were very bright, which meant he was full of vigor and surely exceptional in intellect.
After pondering for a while, Lin Qi released his immense spiritual power to cover the entire small building, thoroughly searching the movements around him. Only then did he assume the face of Count Turing, leave the spying chamber at an unhurried pace, and enter the reception room through a side door.
Alda and Bilibili disguised themselves as two ordinary guards and followed behind Lin Qi. Alda then waved for the two maids to leave the reception room. As they passed him, Alda deftly grabbed one maid's breast, then casually tossed several gold coins into her bodice.
The middle-aged man saw Alda's every movement with perfect clarity and