Thorough preparations

"Raven, Lorry, the Gentleman Thief... this guy's lying again."

Klein grumbled, somewhat speechless.

After that impromptu gathering, he carefully studied the list of casualties published in the Newspaper and identified the "Magician's" friend as the writer Raven.

This makes perfect sense.

Furthermore, it has been confirmed through divination.

That was all. Klein tried to divine more information, but each attempt ended in failure, so he eventually gave up on the idea.

Hopefully this guy isn't a blabbermouth... otherwise I'll be forced to kick his girlfriend out of the Tarot Club...

With this thought in mind, his worries lessened somewhat.

What's there to be afraid of?

The initiative is in your own hands!

Klein glanced around Klein noted down a nearby address, planning to pick up a few Face Mask when he went out later.

Free Face Mask are a must-have.

Moreover, this guy has repeatedly fooled himself with fake reports, so it's only right that he takes advantage of the situation; he won't feel any guilt about it.

Factory District, Posner Face Mask Factory.

In a private office.

Joe, beaming with joy, reported the latest progress to his boss.

Since switching to Face Mask production, the Factory has been living off the profits from selling off existing orders and production lines, while its warehouse is accumulating more and more new types of Face Mask.

But from beginning to end, he never made a single penny.

Until yesterday.

The sudden arrival of a deputy editor-in-chief from a Publishing House, placing a large order, undoubtedly gave the Factory's employees a huge boost of morale.

Unlike this First Manager.

Although Lorry, the boss, was smiling, he wasn't in a good mood.

Transfer from left hand to right hand.

He couldn't think of a reason why he was happy.

A moment later, the order matter was settled.

Wearing a Fitz Posner -esque face, Lorry tapped lightly on the desk and asked, "Have you finished compiling the employee addresses?"

Joe nodded gently:

I was just about to report this to you.

He paused, then handed over a report and said:

Currently, there are a total of 160 people, including ordinary workers, finance staff, logistics staff, and managers Logistics.

"Nearly a quarter of them are locals; the other three-quarters come from suburban Village and are only temporarily staying in places like the East Borough where rents are low for work; and a few live in the Cherwood Borough or Hillston District, and they are mostly supervisors or managers, with the exception of Mrs. Polian."

After a moment's thought, Lorry asked:

"If they have a holiday, they would probably choose to go home and reunite with their families?"

Joe thought for a moment and said:

"Well, it's also possible to bring family to Backlund for the New Year."

"After all, this is the 'City of Hope'."

Lorry bent two fingers and unconsciously tapped the edge of the table.

After a moment, he said in a deep voice:

"Here's what we'll do: you take the time these next couple of days to rent a suitable Manor in the suburbs and invite any employees who are willing to spend the New Year there."

Tell them that the food and drinks will be provided by the Factory as a year-end bonus. Also, they are allowed to bring their families along.

"If you don't care about expensive food and drinks, how much budget would you need?"

After he finished speaking, Qiao was stunned for a good ten seconds.

After realizing what was happening, he quickly asked:

"How long exactly?"

Without hesitation, Lorry said:

Ten days.

"It starts on the 23rd and ends on the first day of the New Year."

"At least £500, and if there are too many people, the budget might need to be increased." Joe did a quick calculation and gave a relatively reasonable answer.

Only 500 pounds? Having just struck it rich, Lorry immediately made the decision:

"Then it's settled. You should hurry up and find a suitable venue."

"You'll be in charge of leading the team then."

"Okay." Joe accepted the task. "Do you have any other plans?"

Lorry shook his head, indicating that the other party could leave.

Qiao bowed slightly, about to leave, when she suddenly heard the boss's voice again:

"I remember you have a friend named Old Kohler. You can tell him about this and ask him to invite his friends to join in the fun."

It's just a matter of adding a few more mouths to feed.

Upon hearing this, Qiao was stunned.

It took him a while to come to his senses, and he nodded with a complicated expression.

"Then I thank you on his behalf for your generosity."

Clatter

The office door was gently closed.

Lorry leaned back habitually, staring at the white Ceiling, his thoughts racing as he silently considered whether he had overlooked anything in his arrangements.

First, there's the Church of the Evernight Goddess.

I had already warned Ms. Arianna in the "Concealment" world, and I believe that even if they didn't find any evidence, they should have been on high alert in secret.

Secondly, tomorrow is Monday.

Fors will soon inform the Tarot Club members about the Catastrophe.

Needless to say, Klein was certainly on high alert; Alger the Hanged Man would likely not miss out on the credit and would conceal the relevant intelligence.

Klein is currently Informant for "Machinery Hivemind".

In this way...

This means that Three Great Churches could receive advance notice.

Beyoncé has become the clerk for the "Nighthawks" team, so her safety is relatively guaranteed; Fors and Hugh are going on vacation south with her.

The employees will most likely be unable to resist the temptation of spending the Lunar New Year at the free Manor.

Finally, there's Old Kohler.

If he goes, he might invite Liv and her family.

After thinking it over and over again to make sure he hadn't missed anything, Lorry slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled forcefully.

After a long while, a low sigh echoed through the office.

"I've done my best, no matter what."

"Not only is a lot of money being spent, but revealing the Truth itself carries enormous risks. Hopefully, this matter will ultimately have a positive outcome..."

Backlund time, Monday, 3 PM.

Using a lunch break as an excuse, Fors locked himself in his room and once again saw a deep red and illusory light, appearing Above the Gray Fog.

Good afternoon, Mr. Fool!

She heard Miss Justice's light and cheerful voice and was about to return the greeting when suddenly her body stiffened, and a forgotten memory surfaced.

Justice Audrey, observing the other members, had a sudden thought:

Fors seems a bit strange... Could it be that she still hasn't heard from that friend? Or has something changed regarding the Abraham Family?

With this thought in mind, "Justice" Audrey presented her new three pages of Roselle's Diary.

Seeing that Mr. Fool had begun to read with great interest, Fors suppressed his anxiety, yet dared not offend this ancient God.

Time passed by, second by second.

Klein smiled and looked at "Justice," "The Hanged Man," and the others, saying:

"You may begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fors couldn't wait to speak:

"Everyone, I've received news—something terrible is about to happen in Backlund, a Catastrophe no less severe than what happened in the Factory District and the East Borough!"