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"The Ernst Foundation?"
Edward thought for a moment. "I'm not familiar with it. I haven't paid it any attention. What I know is more or less what you could find yourself. There's also some secret knowledge, but that probably isn't something you can access as you are now."
"Is this foundation connected to a Concealment Being?"
"Yes. A charitable organization that's been around for two hundred years is bound to have some secret help behind it..." Edward glanced sideways as a wingtip poked out beside Klein's table. Then Amon flew beneath the table toward him and stuffed a wallet into his hand.
Out of politeness, Edward didn't squeeze the wallet to test its thickness. Instead, he set it on the chair beside him as though nothing had happened, then flicked Amon on the forehead, sending both him and his little pointed hat flying.
He gathered his words before continuing, "If it's other information you want, I can share a little... For instance, their guiding principle is to keep going even after hitting a brick wall, and their corporate culture consists of robbing Peter to pay Paul and being utterly broke."
Klein couldn't help feeling a flicker of sympathy for their shared plight. Then he thought of the thousand pounds Maria had offered to hire him. That was a fortune anywhere. At the very least, their person in charge shouldn't have had to wear patched clothes, especially a young woman... The foundation was so short of money, yet it had offered such a large sum to hire someone to help rescue people from Capim. Klein found these people's thinking increasingly unfathomable. He only felt a heaviness in his heart, and the words on his lips faded into silence.
"They don't accept capital injections or investments of any kind, only regular