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"...You need to give me an explanation about that dream."
"If the grief and confusion you showed in the real world were an act, why would she appear in your dream?..."
"You're broken. You need repairs."
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After handing Miss Magician the Trickmaster potion formula he had obtained from the autobiography of an Abraham descendant, Klein enjoyed a good night's sleep, because more payment awaited him the next day.
Today was the day the reward for the serial murders would be paid!
Excited, Klein arrived at the agreed location on time. The detectives who had participated in the bounty investigation were already arriving one after another. Passing through the sitting room and entering the same living room as before, Klein saw two detectives he was relatively familiar with, Kasslana and Stuart, and sat beside the latter.
"Sherlock, how much do you think we'll get this time? It shouldn't be less than what we got for protecting Atru. Of course, I didn't do much, so my share will be limited. As Emperor Roselle said, you reap what you sow." Stuart pressed his fist against the beard on his chin.
Klein ventured a guess with interest. "A large share could be several hundred pounds. A small one shouldn't be below ten pounds."
And I'll be getting a large share... if Isengard is as trustworthy as he claimed. Klein naturally added this to himself.
Before long, Isengard, whose temples were graying and whose face was thin enough to have sharply defined contours, entered the living room with its roaring fireplace. Wearing a white shirt and brown vest, he held his signature pipe. He sat in his armchair and said with a smile, "Ladies and gentlemen, I've just returned from the Backlund Police Department. They acknowledged our contribution and believed we provided vital