Huddled inside the cupboard, Klein quietly activated his Spirit Vision, only to see two clusters of energy, their colors interfering with each other, enter.
"Erica, I brought you a gift." A deep voice rang out after the door closed.
As expected of a gentleman from the Kingdom of Loen, even when having an affair, he still seemed a bit old-fashioned. If it were a man from Intis, he would definitely be calling her sweetheart, baby, my Angel and the like... Klein couldn't help but think to himself.
Of course, this is all based on stereotypes from newspapers, magazines, and related content.
Erica Taylor asked with a hint of surprise:
"Let me guess... Is it Fasmann's eye cream, face cream, or serum? Or maybe Leichine's?"
What is all this...? Klein was a little confused.
Clearly, Doragu Gale didn't react instantly either, and it took him seven or eight seconds to say:
"... No, it's stockings."
In this world, since oil has not yet been discovered and there are no corresponding inexpensive chemical products, stockings are high-end items made of silk.
"Not bad, let me see." Erica's joy hadn't diminished at all.
"I bought them at Philips Department Store yesterday, 30 Soli a pair, five pairs in total," Doragu said with a hint of pride.
"That's really expensive."
So expensive!
Erica and Klein, one speaking aloud and the other sighing silently, expressed the same meaning.
Benson had worked for so many years, and his weekly wage was only 1 pound 10 Soli, or 30 Soli, which was only equivalent to a pair of stockings. Yet, with that salary, he was able to provide his younger brother and sister with an education, enough to eat, and a place to sleep. A skilled worker would only earn around 20 Soli a week. Klein was speechless.
"No, not expensive. The stockings are worth the price. I even gave an extra 5 Soli tip." As Doragu spoke, his aura became even more pronounced, leading Klein to deduce that he had already taken off his coat.
"I'll give it a try," Erica Taylor said in a soft, seductive voice.
It felt like watching a pornographic film... and it was being broadcast live... and the bodyguard was there too... Klein's lips twitched slightly as he watched the red light dance across the red light, watching the emotions between the two quickly turn as fiery as a raging fire.
Purple approached red, and kept moving upwards... Red enveloped green, then orange-red... Klein listened to the panting and low laughter, while judging the movements and positions of the two people outside from the changes in the color of the aura.
Once he felt it was about time, Klein silently pushed open the closet door and looked towards the bed.
Doragu and Erica were already entangled, their clothes half-undone, their movements intense.
Klein raised his "paranormal camera," aimed it at the passionate couple, and waited for the moment when he could see both of their faces at the same time.
As Doragu and Erica embraced and fell onto the bed, Klein finally captured the perfect moment and pressed the shutter button.
The cracking sound was barely audible, and the intense Flash and other unusual phenomena were confined to a small area, failing to alert the couple.
Lacking confidence in his photography skills, Klein took several more photos, intending to have options for selection later.
He only planned to give his employer one photo, because too many photos would prompt the Lawyer to question why the other party hadn't noticed someone taking pictures.
The underwear fluttered to the ground, and the sound of panting suddenly intensified. Klein grabbed the portable camera, expertly rolled out of the closet, and closed the door behind him.
He rolled around until he reached the door of the lounge, then quietly opened it and returned to the corridor.
"Done!" Klein breathed a sigh of relief, politely and silently closed the door, then placed his hand on his chest and bowed slightly towards the bed.
Without further delay, he returned to his lounge.
The final 7 pounds will be paid soon... and I've also earned an extra 50-pound membership to the Cragg Club, which includes food, lodging, and entertainment. No, this is much more expensive than 50 pounds. Without an introduction or connections, you can't join this club even with 100 pounds... This task is really great, simple, safe, and pays well... Klein put down his portable camera and sincerely sighed to himself.
Just then, a hand suddenly reached out from the camera lens.
The bodyguard, dressed in a black court dress, slowly emerged and Levitation back into the air, her face still deathly pale.
Thinking about how he had shown the other person some erotic films, Klein changed the subject somewhat embarrassedly:
"I'm planning to grab something to eat at the buffet. Do you want to come along?"
Each member can bring one guest.
As for how to explain the guest's sudden appearance, Klein's plan was to go out for a walk and then come back.
The bodyguard replied in a flat tone:
I can go two weeks without eating.
As she spoke, she turned her body away from Klein, floated towards the mirror, and vanished instantly.
What Sequence is she...? Klein wondered curiously as he put the portable camera back into the suitcase.
After doing all that, he went to the restroom and took care of his personal needs.
After washing his hands and wiping his face, Klein looked in the mirror and examined his current appearance:
He had a bit of bluish-black stubble on his lip and chin because he hadn't shaved this morning. His hair was parted to the sides in a 3:7 ratio, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He had a refined, scholarly air with a touch of maturity.
It's a bit different from before, but you can still tell if you look closely. Once the beard grows to a certain length, there's not much to worry about... Once I'm promoted to Sequence 6 " Faceless ", there'll be even less to fear... Klein took out his gold pocket watch, turned it on and glanced at it, then walked out of the washroom, picked up his suitcase, and went to the self-service restaurant on the first floor.
It was just past 9 a. m., still within the breakfast range. Klein took a soft-boiled egg, a white bread roll, a piece of butter, a Desi pie, a serving of bacon, and a cup of Marquis tea with lemon slices floating on top.
While looking for a seat, he suddenly spotted a familiar face— the Doctor Allen Kreis, who had recommended him to the club.
The tall, thin gentleman sat alone in the corner, having finished his breakfast, and was drinking coffee while flipping through the newspaper.
"Good morning, Doctor. Chris." Klein walked over and greeted the somewhat aloof Allen.
The Doctor adjusted the glasses perched on his nose and said:
"Just call me Allen, Detective Moriarty."
"Based on the principle of reciprocity, you should call me Sherlock." Klein sat down graciously. "Any news today? I was in such a rush that I haven't read the newspaper yet."
"Ambassador Intis was assassinated, and a terrorist organization called the ' Aurora Order ' claimed responsibility. Sigh, the world is getting more and more chaotic. Sooner or later, there will be a full-scale war that affects both the northern Northern Continent," Allen said with a sigh.
"Sir, war has never stopped, we just get to enjoy peace," Klein replied with a smile, finishing his fried egg. "It's a real shame that such an important case can't possibly involve private Detective like us."
Allen flipped through the newspaper and said:
"This news isn't really relevant to us. The real important thing is that today or tomorrow, after a long debate, both houses of parliament are finally going to pass some things: first, the ' Government Employee Unified Examination Bill,' along with corresponding bylaws and implementation plans; second, the establishment of an ' Atmospheric Pollution Investigation Commission '; and third, the creation of a separate alkali industry prosecutor. The latter two are both aimed at addressing pollution. Good heavens, they're finally starting to take this issue seriously. The number of patients with lung diseases in hospitals has been steadily rising."
Is it finally going to pass? I wonder how Benson's preparations are going... Will my death affect him...? Klein's smile suddenly brightened:
"That's a good thing."
"This is very good news for Mary. She wants herself, or her husband Doragu, to be a member of the ' Kingdom Atmospheric Pollution Investigation Commission.' Her hopes are even greater; she doesn't hold a position in a commercial company and is a devotee of the goddess. And regardless of the institution, there's always a need for balance." Allen mentioned Klein's employer, "I've suggested she come to the club more often recently; we have several members of the House of Commons here."
In the Kingdom of Loen, the members of the lower house are mainly wealthy people and agents of certain nobles, but there are also many professionals, such as Doctor, Lawyer, priests, teachers, scientists, and accountants.
The Cragg Club targets various professionals in the middle class, regardless of party affiliation.
Klein wasn't very knowledgeable about such matters, so he casually agreed for a few moments, then changed the subject:
" Allen, it's Friday, don't you need to go back to the hospital?"
"No, I took the day off. Things have been really bad lately," Allen said suddenly, frowning.
"What happened?" Klein asked, taking a sip of his red tea.
Because Bakerland had just been assassinated, and Rosago's body had been thrown into a distant sewer, it was uncertain when it would be discovered. Klein, concerned about the aftermath and the incompleteness of his disguise, did not plan to take on any difficult missions that might expose him. Therefore, he was very interested in potential, simple, and well-paid tasks.
Allen put down his newspaper and sighed.
"I've been incredibly unlucky lately. Several surgeries went wrong in a row. Luckily, nothing too serious happened, otherwise my license might have been revoked."
Although it's not big news and is quite common for Doctor to die during operations these days, the punishment is still quite severe if a serious accident is caused by the surgeon's own negligence.
Well, I can't be of much help... Well, actually, I know of a Luck Enhancement Ritual, but its effect is to send you above the Gray Fog... Klein lowered his head and started eating his bread.
After breakfast, he said goodbye to Allen, first went to get 500 pounds in cash, gave the bodyguard 300 pounds, and then returned home, waiting for the photos to be developed while hoping for any simple requests to come his way. Unfortunately, nothing came of it.
As evening approached, Klein prepared to head out again, his destination the " Bravehearts Bar ".
With the bodyguard present, he hoped to make contact with more Beyonder community.