Lorry and Klein

Five minutes later, Matthew stood taut in front of the wooden plank.

"Should we cover it with a strip of cloth?" Fors asked.

Matthew was about to reply that he didn't need it when he heard his wife shout from below the stage, "Blindfold him! I'm afraid he'll dodge the throwing knife when he sees it!"

Now that she was wearing a portable speaker, her voice was loud enough this time.

Before he could finish speaking, the audience burst into laughter again.

The performance has ended.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

Witch and Clown, their faces painted with oil paint, stood in the darkness of the stage, watching several figures hurry after Matthew and his wife.

"I feel like I'm about to lose a great farmer," said Lorry, dressed as Clown, shrugging to the woman beside him.

"But Backlund's Circus Troupe is about to welcome two very talented, Self- deprecating Clown," Fors added with a laugh.

"What a surprise! The performance had just ended when several troupe leaders rushed over to ask us if the couple were plants we had arranged beforehand. They've really had a stroke of good luck."

"The income from the Circus Troupe is definitely more than farming, and it also provides the opportunity for my children to broaden their horizons and receive a better education in Backlund."

Lorry nodded noncommittally and changed the subject:

Let's not talk about them anymore.

How well is the "Trickmaster" adaptation going?

This grand performance, resembling an award ceremony, was something he had instructed his First Manager in a letter he left behind before heading to the Southern Continent on Wednesday.

As it turns out, the Former Successful Merchant was indeed a valuable assistant.

In less than a week, he had handled the two tasks he had assigned perfectly, saving himself a lot of time dealing with trivial matters.

Having managed the Factory so well and worked so diligently for so long, it's time to reward this First Manager with a generous bonus...

As he was thinking, he heard Fors give a slightly smug hum:

"You guess."

"Guess what...?" Lorry glanced at the woman beside him, then swiftly grabbed her wrists, lowering his head to press down on her. "No... um." Fors stiffened, her light blue eyes widening suddenly, a fleeting hint of shame and anger before quickly becoming watery.

Seven or eight minutes later, she rolled her eyes at Lorry with a misty look in her eyes, her face flushed so much that the makeup on her face could hardly be concealed, and she whispered reproachfully:

You're being too reckless...

Why do we have to stay here? What if someone hasn't left yet?

"Who gave you the Provocation me?" Lorry shifted the blame back. "I'll ask you one more time, how's ' The Trickmaster ' coming along?"

Fors's eyes darted around, she pursed her lips, and then parted her red lips slightly:

Guess~

Half an hour later, the two used "Teleportation" to arrive in the "City of Generosity" Bayam, and booked Luxury Suite at a high-end Inn.

While soaking in the bathtub, Lorry couldn't help but wonder if the writer had deliberately Provocation him earlier.

The next morning, Lorry, who hadn't slept well, yawned as she walked out of her Bedroom. She saw Fors lying radiantly in Easy Chair on the Balcony, enjoying the breeze, which made her even more convinced that she had been set up. Today, she was wearing a light blue dress, a decorative straw hat she had bought while shopping the night before was draped over her chest, and a long straw was dangling from her mouth.

The other end of the straw is connected to the "Teyana" on the Tea Table.

Fors's gaze swept across Lorry's face, her lips curving upwards, her blue eyes narrowing as she smiled, like a little fox who had successfully stolen grapes.

"The food has been bought and is on the table. We'll eat together after you've finished washing up."

Lorry hummed in agreement and headed towards the Washroom.

They had arranged to meet Klein at noon, which was still a while away, enough time for them to finish Breakfast before heading over.

Morning, eleven fifty-five.

Bayam’s Tree Leaf Bar is located in a rather secluded corner.

Lorry and Fors each ordered a low-alcohol drink and chatted leisurely while waiting for their guests to arrive.

Meanwhile, Klein stood at the bar entrance, glancing down at his Pocket Watch. Just as the hands were about to reach zero, he pushed open the door and went inside.

He glanced around, quickly locking onto the figure of "The Magician," then narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the man beside him. This is Raven? My "Blessed"? Tsk tsk, his appearance rivals that of Leonard, that chuunibyou-filled guy...

No, perhaps even more so. Leonard is too undisciplined... As we all know, undisciplinedness is also known as sloppiness...

In a flash, several thoughts flashed through Klein's mind, and he couldn't help but marvel at Miss "Magician's" good fortune.

He stepped in and provided protection during the time when things were on the verge of spiraling out of control.

Because of his inherent kindness, he became a student of an ancient family from the Fourth Epoch.

The man she found—no, the "friend" she befriended—was not only as good-looking as a magazine cover model, but also had strong abilities and connections.

He is both eloquent and wealthy.

Most importantly, he seems to be genuinely interested in her and is willing to spend time and money on her.

Yesterday, "Magician" was still in Backlund, but today at noon he appeared in Bayam. There is no doubt that this man was behind it.

Klein even had a hunch that the method "Miss Magician" used to deal with "Trickmaster" was probably also devised by the other party.

How come all the good things happen to her... Thinking this, he nodded slightly to the two people who had already noticed him and strode over there.

Fors saw the dark-haired, brown-eyed, gaunt, sharply defined, and aloof man stop at the table and take a pen from his pocket. (Go to Bing search for the latest chapter!)

She immediately recognized it as the tracking item she had provided and quickly stood up:

"Hello..."

She suddenly realized that it wasn't convenient to address the other person by a code name, and she paused for a moment.

"Gehrman Sparrow," Klein said in a flat tone.

Since it's just Pseudonym anyway, and "The Hanged Man" knows it, there's not much need to hide it from "The Magician"... he thought to himself as he spoke.

"Hello, Mr. Gehrman," Fors finished the greeting, introducing Self, "Just call me Fors."

"Hello." Klein nodded slightly, then looked to the side.

After a few seconds of eye contact, Lorry smiled and nodded:

"Lorry."

No, you're Raven, the one who tricked me twice with those Disconnection... Klein thought to himself as he nodded again, "Hello." He then sat down opposite the two of them.

"What would you like to drink?" Lorry asked with a smile. Was he deliberately making an excuse to leave, giving us a brief space to talk? Klein's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "A Southville Beer, please."

He had no intention of paying this time.

During the mission, the adventurer's expenses should be borne by the employer. The "Magician" paying to expose the adventurer's Trick is also a form of employment.