After having a general idea, Klein didn't rush to confirm it. He pretended nothing had happened and turned the paper so it was facing him.
The information he wrote about Ian Wright was absolutely true; even Divination techniques would confirm it. Therefore, he believed that the people on the ambassador's side would follow this lead and gain some results, and would have no motivation or time to retaliate against him in the short term.
Similarly, he would continue to spread the papers out on his desk for the military's special surveillance personnel to see, diverting their attention away from himself and shifting their focus to Ian Wright, racing against time to find him and the ambassador.
This would make Klein safer.
"It feels like walking a tightrope. Is this some kind of special ' Clown ' physique?" He chuckled and shook his head, opening the bay window to breathe in some fresh morning air, but the thick, acrid smog outside made him silently close the window again.
Using an ink bottle to weigh down the paper containing Ian's information, Klein quickly cleaned himself up in the adjacent washroom, then took down the black double-breasted tuxedo and half-high silk hat hanging on the coat rack, and went up to the second floor.
He had arranged to have breakfast with Lawyer Jurgen today.
Klein pulled a black, silver-inlaid cane from the umbrella stand in the foyer and, in the fog where visibility was less than ten meters, walked along the edge of the street to 58 Minsk Street, where he rang the doorbell of the gloomy house.
As the tinkling sound echoed, an image of a blue-eyed black cat with its tail held high suddenly appeared in his mind.
Brody the black cat walked in a straight line to the door, paused for two seconds, then suddenly leaped up and grabbed the doorknob with his paw.
Then, it inevitably fell, and by its own weight, it turned the handle and opened the door.
With a creak, the morning breeze blew in, and the door slowly retreated.
Brody the black cat glanced haughtily at Klein, then walked away on its own.
"What a clever cat," Klein praised Doris, the old lady wearing a white apron.
Doris smiled, and her wrinkles smoothed out one by one.
"It depends on its mood. Most of the time it will pretend to be stupid, as if it doesn't understand what you're saying. Oh, I've prepared my best Douzi and turnip soup for you to eat with bread."
Douzi and turnip soup... the name sounds like a culinary disaster... Klein smiled slightly:
I'm really looking forward to it.
As they were talking, Lawyer Jurgen came out of the bathroom. Even though he was at home and had only just gotten up, he was still impeccably dressed, with a crisp white shirt, a tight brown vest, and trousers that looked as if they had just been ironed.
"The contract you requested is ready. Please check if anything is missing." Jurgen's blue eyes swept over them, and without any pleasantries, he went straight to the point.
His brown hair was neatly combed back, and the sheen of his scalp oil was clearly visible.
"Okay." Klein leaned on his cane, took off his hat and coat, and followed Jurgen into the study on the first floor, where he received a thick contract.
He stood there, flipping through the pages at random, but the more he read, the more his head ached. In the end, he only skimmed over the key clauses.
"I hope everything is included, and the clauses I'd previously overlooked have been added. For example, instead of a one-time payment of £100 to Leppard, it's now paid in installments over three periods, based on his progress, with the first installment being £50... Great, this way I don't need to go to the Bank of Backlund to withdraw the remaining £100 from my anonymous account for now; the money I have on me is enough..." Klein closed the document and smiled at Jurgen:
"I'm very satisfied; your professionalism is even better than I expected."
As he spoke, he took out two one-pound notes that he had prepared.
Jurgen took the money and handed the remaining contracts to Klein, saying solemnly:
"If there's Error when signing, here are two extra copies. Remember to shred the remaining contract."
Current paper shredders are hand-cranked mechanical shredders.
Just as Klein was about to nod, Old Lady Doris shouted loudly from inside the restaurant:
"You two fine lads, time for breakfast!"
"My grandmother's hearing has deteriorated somewhat," Jurgen explained, gesturing for her to proceed.
Klein followed him into the restaurant and saw Old Lady Doris scoop a spoonful of thick, yellowish-green liquid from a black soup pot and pour it into the corresponding plate.
"Here, have a taste, Douzi and turnip soup, and here's your bread," Doris said with a smile, pointing to the suspicious pile of food.
Klein glanced at Jurgen, whose expression was even more serious than before, and his heart skipped a beat.
Forcing himself to sit up, Klein broke off a piece of white bread, dipped it in the yellowish-green soup, and, with the spirit of an adventurer, stuffed it into his mouth.
"..." He was surprised to find that the taste was actually quite good, with a light saltiness that was complemented by a sweetness that stimulated the appetite, which perfectly brought out the softness and rich aroma of the bread, creating distinct layers.
"My grandmother was an excellent cook," Jurgen he leisurely savored his breakfast.
... Then why do you have such a long face... Watching you eat makes me lose my appetite... Klein muttered to himself, then immersed himself in the relaxation and enjoyment that the food brought.
After leaving Jurgen's house, he traveled by multiple trains to Saki Street in the St. George Borough, where he reached a formal agreement with Leppard, paying the first installment of £50, with the second installment of £30 to be paid in two weeks, depending on Repard's progress.
At this point, Klein had only 21 pounds 8 Soli left.
He then returned to the Cherwood Borough and went to the public library there to look through the past year's edition of the Tussock Times, searching for news about Intis's ambassador to the Kingdom of Loen.
Around noon, he finally saw the black and white photo of the other person and confirmed that it was the same person he had seen in his Dream Divination.
" Bakerland Jean Madan." Muttering the name of the Republic of Intis's ambassador, Klein left the library and casually found a small restaurant for lunch.
At 2:50 p. m., Klein pretended to rest, drew the curtains, took four steps backward, and entered the Gray Fog.
He preemptively Divination about whether the military's special department had relaxed its surveillance of him, and received an affirmative answer. Only then did he write down a Divination statement he had thought of that morning:
"The intruder from last night."
Leaning back in his chair, Klein silently recited the words, his eyelids drooping as he drifted off to sleep.
In a surreal, fragmented, and gray world, his bedroom appeared.
Just then, Klein saw a dark shadow wriggling in the gap at the bottom of the door!
A thin, dark black nematode burrowed in, arching high in the center before settling back down, and continuously making its way towards the desk.
Its movements were very stiff, as if they were broken down into slow motion frames, giving it an eerie feel.
The dark black nematode crawled to the desk, climbed to the top, and left a trail of rapidly evaporating slime in its wake.
It stopped in front of the paper containing Ian Wright's information, its head suddenly raised, the middle part of it standing upright, with only the tail supporting its body.
At this moment, it seems human!
After examining it for a while, the iron-black nematode propelled the paper to a different direction, then returned along the same path and disappeared.
So that's how it is... In other words, the intruder last night didn't lack the desire to retaliate against me; they simply lacked the ability... Unless these iron-black nematodes are highly poisonous... Klein nodded in realization, and then used Divination to confirm that the Beyonder Manipulation the iron-black nematodes was appointed by Ambassador Bakerland Jean Madan of Intis.
Having done all this, he completely enveloped the paper bag in the corner with Gray Fog, and then sent a message to " The Sun " Derrick.
Once the hands of the pocket watch were in position, Klein pulled in " Justice," " The Hanged Man," and " The Sun " simultaneously.
This week's " Tarot Club " has arrived as scheduled!
Familiar Gray Fog and hazy figures came into view. Audrey, who had successfully advanced to Sequence 8, rose slightly, lifted her skirt, and greeted them cheerfully:
Good afternoon, Mr. The Fool! Good afternoon, Mr. The Hanged Man! Good afternoon, Mr. The Sun!
Klein, who had activated his Spirit Vision early on, noticed, with the help of the special features above the Gray Fog, that the surface of the Astral Body deep within Miss Justice's ethereal Ether Body had changed again; the uniform color had become much purer. He then chuckled softly:
"Welcome, our ' Mind Reader ' Miss."
Audrey smiled modestly, said a few words of humility, and turned to look at the person opposite her:
"Mr. ' The Hanged Man,' it's time for you to submit your six-page diary entry for this week."
Perhaps after Mr. The Fool sees this, he will recall something and tell us some "common sense"... She waited expectantly with a slight upturn of her lips.
Alger nodded and, with Klein's help, began to materialize six pages of Roselle's Diary.
He had previously considered asking " The Fool " for permission to submit the remaining diary entries directly through a sacrifice, but seeing that the other party didn't seem very interested and didn't bring it up, he gave up on the idea.
This aligns with his understanding that Roselle's Diary has some effect on the godlike " The Fool," but not too much; He will collect it, but never in a hurry.
The six pages of the diary were quickly completed, Alger was about to present them to the " The Fool " at the head of the bronze table when he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly and respectfully spoke:
"Mr. ' The Fool,' I've obtained some information related to the Secret Order."
News doesn't stay out of reach of people on the open seas and oceans; it just isn't always timely.
Those great pirates also valued intelligence, and would often send people to the colony islands to exchange the information they had gathered. It was through this channel that Alger learned about a Secret Order.
"Very good." Klein nodded slightly, gesturing for " The Hanged Man " to continue, without any regard for the presence of Miss " Justice " and classmate " The Sun ".
This helped the former gather other information about the Secret Order, while the latter didn't understand a word they heard.
At the same time, he made the six pages of the diary Blink in his palm.
Alger " The Hanged Man," said slowly and deliberately:
" The Secret Order has certain connections with the Republic of Intis."
The Republic of Intis... Yes, Emperor Roselle was from Intis, Zaratul found him in Trier, the capital of Intis... The Secret Order was also involved in that famous incident in Intis... Well, it's not too surprising that the Secret Order still has some connection with the Republic of Intis to this day... Klein confirmed that the information provided by the " The Hanged Man " was true.
Ah, perfect timing, I'm about to deal with the ambassador of the Republic of Intis... Klein didn't rush to read Roselle's Diary, but looked up at the only three members present.