A few days earlier.
Backlund...
In the Guild's reception room, Klein once again met Five of Clubs, one of the organization's senior members.
"Sherlock, do you know that our organization spent a full 20,000 pounds cleaning up the mess you made?"
"Considering your circumstances, you'll have to work for us for at least twenty years."
"Twenty years!" Klein exclaimed.
Come on, twenty whole years! How many years do I even have in my life?
"Surely it couldn't have cost that much..." Klein said hesitantly.
Was an ambassador really worth that much...?
"Why couldn't it?" Five of Clubs raised his eyebrows. "To prevent any future trouble, we had to get rid of that ambassador for good."
"Besides, you know he headed a spy organization. The chain reaction his death would trigger was impossible to estimate..."
"Restoring order costs money too..." Five of Clubs said with a chuckle.
Gulp. Klein swallowed. Honestly, he couldn't find any fault with Five of Clubs' argument just then.
Twenty thousand pounds, twenty years... Could I buy my freedom...?
Miss Justice probably wouldn't miss that amount. If I borrowed it as Mr. Fool, she should lend it to me, right? But the Fool's dignity... No, freedom comes first! At worst, I could say a blessed one urgently needed money.
"How far along are you with digesting your Clown potion?" Five of Clubs asked.
After a moment's thought, Klein sighed. "I've already digested it." After everything he had experienced, being "fooled" so thoroughly by fate and still facing it with a smile, the potion should have been digested long ago.
"Very good." Five of Clubs nodded in satisfaction, then took a glass bottle containing a strange liquid out of his coat.
Klein looked closely and discovered that the liquid was quite unusual. Red, orange, yellow, green, and other