Both sides now know the whereabouts of Hermosuin Manuscript, and this matter will come to a conclusion tonight... The ambassador will then be able to spare the time and resources to carry out retaliatory actions... Is this the reason why danger is about to descend? Klein roughly understands the results of the previous Divination and the inexplicable omens.
Without the " Words of Filth " spell and the £1,000 three-day security detail, he would most likely have shamelessly gone to the police station and "temporarily stayed" at Saint Hilan Cathedral, the headquarters of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery in Backlund, to avoid a possible attack and wait for the ambassador to be assassinated. As for whether the assassination would succeed, Klein was not sure. In any case, he had already considered the worst-case scenario and had some contingency plans.
Now that he has made two preparations, he will undoubtedly not adopt an avoidance strategy and stay at home pretending not to know anything.
In his heart, he even hoped that the attackers would come to his door.
"I killed the Sequence 9 ' Hunter ' Meursault. If they send someone else, it will be at least a Sequence 7, maybe even Sequence 6, Sequence 5, or just a bunch of them. Anyway, as long as I take care of them, I will get the recipe, gain the Beyonder Characteristic, and recover some of my losses... Hmm, I'll tell my bodyguard that I was lucky enough to benefit from the 'Black Ear' I bought and become Beyonder. After all, in a fierce battle, I simply can't hide this fact, and what I said is almost the truth. I did indeed gain a considerable amount from that 'Black Ear'..." Klein what to do next, almost instinctively drawing Crimson Moon on his chest.
May the goddess protect him, and may the Beyonder comes through the " Seer's " path arrive! He silently prayed.
Thinking of this, he looked around the room, trying to find his bodyguard, worried that the bodyguard might have overheard the whole story and run away quietly.
The living room and dining room were warmly lit, illuminating the coffee table, sofa, and chairs; apart from that, there was no one else there.
Just as Klein was starting to feel uneasy, he suddenly saw a face appear on the glass shade of the gas lamp in the living room area. It had light gold hair, delicate features, and a pale face.
This lady seems quite confident in her abilities... Klein's mind immediately calmed down, and he muttered to himself, as if talking to himself:
"I am also Beyonder."
"I attended a party through Kaspars, bought an item to gamble on, and gained some benefits—but only benefits for someone like me, of course."
Both of his statements are true, and they will stand the test of any method used.
But putting these two sentences together makes one think that the benefit made him Beyonder.
The face reflected in the gas lamp's glass shade nodded slightly, then quickly disappeared without any further reaction.
Klein appeared outwardly unchanged, but inwardly he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He returned to the sofa area, without taking off his coat, picked up a newspaper, and casually began to flip through it.
After a while, the jingling sound echoed again; someone rang the doorbell once more.
Who? Klein's mind tensed instantly, his hands slipping into his pockets and touching the tarot cards and the " Words of Filth " charm respectively.
He walked slowly towards the door, using the Clown's abilities to foresee the scene that would unfold upon Door Opening:
The Crimson Moon still loomed faintly, the elegant gas streetlights remained unchanged, and a sheriff in a black and white checkered uniform with three V's on his epaulets waited impatiently by the door.
He had a short, brownish-yellow beard; he was the sheriff who had handled the " Sherlock Moriarty self-defense case."
Jurgen seemed to have mentioned his name before, Inspector Faxin? Hmm, I can go and get my £10 bail back in the next day or two... What's he doing here? Did Military Intelligence Section 9 send him to find Ian Wright? Or to tell me where to go to avoid danger? With these questions in mind, Klein gripped the handle.
Inside the Intis Embassy in the West Borough Backlund district, the lights were on, and the scents of various perfumes and wines, accompanied by melodious music, permeated every corner.
A dance party is being held here.
During his years as ambassador, Bakerland frequently held balls at the embassy, inviting bankers, large factory owners, philanthropists, and other well-known wealthy individuals and Lawyer from the Kingdom of Loen to participate, and randomly giving opportunities to certain lesser-known businessmen.
In this atmosphere, he would tell his guests about Trier's prosperity and openness, and that the Republic of Intis was no longer dominated by nobles. Bankers, factory owners, Lawyer, and other such people were the true masters of the country. They directly and indirectly held most of the seats in parliament, determined the direction of national policy, enjoyed true freedom, and possessed a high status.
Bakerland was doing something similar today, appearing repeatedly before the guests with a wine glass in hand, seemingly trying to prove that he was at the banquet at this time and had not gone out.
I should have received the manuscript by now... Ever since I learned from that trembling Detective that Ian Wright had appeared at the telegraph office on White Rum Street, I've been setting everything up. Now it's time to reap the rewards... The lean but charismatic Bakerland took a sip of blood-red Ormir wine and headed towards the balcony, intending to enjoy the cool night breeze.
After learning that Ian had sent a telegram, Bakerland, a seasoned " Conspirer " and professional intelligence officer, keenly suspected that Ian was contacting his superior's superior. He immediately dispatched a double agent, the Backlund Group, who was infiltrating the intelligence agency of the Feynapotter Empire, to investigate. They obtained the time, place, and method of the meeting that Ian and the "group leader" had agreed upon.
Afterwards, he pretended nothing had happened and continued to send people to search for Ian near White Rum Street. They successfully found him, which also attracted the attention of Military Intelligence Section 9.
As he instructed, the intelligence personnel on site deliberately let Ian escape, so that Military Intelligence Section 9 would believe that both sides were on equal footing.
After lulling his main adversaries into a false sense of security, he deployed other, undetected intelligence agents to ambush Ian and the "team leader" of the Military Intelligence Section 9 Feynapotter Empire, hoping to find the manuscript and smuggle it out of the Kingdom of Loen without MI9's knowledge.
Things were progressing as smoothly as he had expected, but the news that came back in the evening made him feel extremely heavy-hearted.
Military Intelligence Section 9 has shown up!
They, who should have been kept in the dark, actually showed up!
With Rosago present, it's definitely not a matter of Divination, and Military Intelligence Section 9 is not good at Divination at all... This shows there are traitors within our ranks... Hopefully, Rosago can get the manuscript first and hand it over to "Shadow" to take away... To avoid suspicion, Bakerland deliberately organized a ball, so he could no longer interfere with the progress of the matter and could only pray that his subordinates would be capable.
According to his plan, after Rosago succeeds, he will immediately transfer the item to another intelligence agent, an agent who has never been used before. Then, Rosago will distract the Military Intelligence Section 9 agents and create some incidents to continuously disrupt their "vision" and draw attention to his comrades. During this process, Bakerland asked Rosago to take care of the junior Detective.
If it weren't for him, the people at Military Intelligence Section 9 would never have known, and everything would have gone very smoothly... My connection with the Zmanger Gang wouldn't have been exposed, and I wouldn't have been transferred back to the country... He didn't even run away, thinking that the people at Military Intelligence Section 9 would always protect him, and that staying at home was safer than running away? Bakerland rubbed his face.
He had received orders that after the operation corresponding to the manuscript was completed, he should hand over the intelligence-related matters to the military attaché at the embassy and await the handover to the new ambassador.
Bakerland Backlund quite reluctant to leave. Although the weather was bad and the pollution was heavy, it was the most prosperous city in the world, bar none.
Moreover, the ladies and wives here are quite conservative, unlike the harlots back home. Slowly seducing them into bed and gradually removing their conservatism is a very fulfilling and fascinating thing. Unfortunately, I have to say goodbye to these beautiful women... Bakerland thought with a touch of depression, feeling increasingly resentful of the little Detective who dared to rebel.
As for Rosago's safety, Bakerland was not worried at all. He believed that as long as Rosago wanted to, and as long as he was not targeted by High-Sequence powerhouse, he could escape immediately if he wanted to, because Rosago had special and extraordinary abilities.
As he was thinking, Bakerland suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He saw a young woman in a deep red dress holding a wine glass, standing on the edge of the balcony.
She has a beautiful face and an elegant temperament; her dark hair is flowing and smooth, and her light brown eyes seem to hold many unspoken words.
Bakerland immediately went over and struck up a conversation with her. He learned that the girl was the daughter of a timber merchant named Irene, and that her father wasn't very wealthy and was trying his best to climb the social ladder.
Using his position as Ambassador Intis, Bakerland quickly gained Irene's admiring attention.
After dancing together twice, their physical interactions became more intimate.
"Beautiful lady, I would like to invite you to my room to taste Ormir wine, from 1286," Bakerland Psychological Suggestion.
Irene answered almost without hesitation:
"OK."
The two left the ballroom, quietly went up to the second floor, entered Bakerland's room, and told the guards to stay away and not disturb them.
Before the so-called 1286 Ormir wine even appeared, Bakerland enthusiastically took Irene to bed.
As they rolled, Irene's simple dress fell off, and she wrapped her pale arms around the other person.
Her hands gripped Bakerland's shoulder blades, and suddenly black, thin, hairy "spider legs" sprouted from her fingernails and veins!
Bang!
Irene's eyes suddenly bulged slightly, and white foam appeared at her mouth.
Bakerland withdrew his fist from the opponent's abdomen, stood up from the bed, and his previous hasty demeanor vanished, replaced by a cold expression.
"Who sent you?" Bakerland asked in a low voice.
Irene tried to stand up, but the pain made it difficult for her to succeed; her eyes were filled with fear and astonishment.
Seeing the pretty girl's expression, Bakerland smiled and said:
"I am indeed very attracted to beautiful women, but I am aware of this myself, so I am always extra careful when I am around beautiful women."
"Speak, who sent you?"
"Don't think about being patient; I'm very skilled with fire."