"You can confirm before you pay." The " Eye of Wisdom," shrouded in a hooded robe, walked directly up to Klein and handed him the dark gold brooch.
"Very generous..." Klein had just reached out to take it, and before he could examine it closely, he felt the surroundings become hot. Even the wind seemed to have been burned by fire, and as soon as he inhaled it, it spread and burned his lungs.
In that instant, he felt as if he had left the cold and damp Backlund and was now in the desert and wilderness of the central Northern Continent, with the Sun shining brightly and intensely overhead, and endless yellow sand all around him, dry to the extreme.
Whew, this makes me want ice cream... Sweat slowly beaded on Klein's forehead, but the liquid couldn't fall off easily because of the tight iron mask, and just clung to the spot in a sticky mess.
Through direct contact, he sensed a pure, warm power radiating outwards, while the Beyonder around him showed no unusual reaction.
After pinning the brooches in the correct positions, Klein channeled his Spirituality, imbuing them into the dark gold surface.
With a sudden boom, he saw countless pure golden specks of light flying everywhere and received a wealth of information.
This includes how to use certain spells from the " The Sun " realm with the help of the brooch.
The key lies in the Spirituality input techniques and the accompanying activation incantation!
The brooch provides Spirituality for two seconds, summoning a holy, heavenly light that Purification Death creatures and deals damage to other types of targets.
Providing Spirituality for five seconds while reciting the word " The Sun " in Ancient Hermes will create a small amount of " The Sun Holy Water," which can drive away evil spirits, dispel cold, and Purification Wraith.
In addition, by adding the distinctions between strong and weak, and intermittent, the other spells can be cast accordingly.
" Light of Holiness " is a dense, golden, holy flame that appears out of thin air; " Purifying Slash " is an effective strike against evil spirits and vengeful Wraith, and can be attached to bullets; " Immunity to Fear " makes the wearer no longer feel fear; and " Sacred Oath " is to temporarily increase one's strength, agility, fire damage, or holy damage by silently reciting the corresponding Ancient Hermes.
The " The Sun Halo " targets allies within a 20-meter radius, effectively boosting their courage and Purification the evil forces within them.
It feels good. Apart from not being eerie enough, there aren't any major flaws. It complements my " Magician " abilities perfectly... It's just a bit hot... Klein's mind was filled with images of himself in short sleeves and a t-shirt.
He rolled up his robe and took out stacks of banknotes from his inner pocket. Adding the 900 pounds he had just received from the lady behind him who was the " Artisan," he counted out a full 2,000 pounds in cash and gave it to the " Eye of Wisdom's " attendant.
After counting three times to confirm it was correct, Klein glanced at his rapidly shrinking wallet, feeling both joy and melancholy.
He had painstakingly saved up only 574 pounds in banknotes and 5 gold coins left.
However, he also acquired his second magical item, the " The Sun Brooch," which had significantly fewer side effects than the " Master Key " and possessed even greater abilities!
It's just too hot... Klein reached out and touched the iron mask, almost taking it off to fan himself.
With his banknotes back to their previous value, he no longer considered buying anything else, and sat there quietly, listening until the end.
Stimulated by the £2,000 deal, the gathering was relatively lively tonight. For example, the whip woven from the feathers of the Sacred The Sun Bird was sold for £850, and the " Eye of Wisdom " made a series of purchases, buying an ancient book and an extraordinary material.
When it was over, the " Eye of Wisdom " looked around, then looked at Klein and chuckled softly:
You're the first to leave.
"They're afraid I'll get robbed..." Klein sincerely thanked him, and led out of the living room by the waiter. Then, he couldn't wait to take off his hooded robe and remove his iron mask.
He had just tried to wrap and seal it with Spirituality energy to prevent the " The Sun Brooch " from continuously Purification the surroundings and to avoid its existence being discovered by other Beyonder, but the negative effects could not be reduced unless he did not carry it on his person.
To ensure my mental health, I'll only use it when necessary in the future; normally, " Purification Bullets " and " Exorcism Bullets " will suffice... Klein left the party venue, took a long detour, and arrived outside the Bravehearts Bar.
He went inside, walked around for a while, and then came out again, having hired a carriage.
Unsurprisingly, he soon spotted a figure in a black court dress on the opposite side.
Sharron's appearance remained unchanged, and she asked in a vacant, dreamlike tone:
Are you ready?
"Alright, you can choose the ambush location and time now. Let me know when you've decided." Klein nodded calmly.
Sharron looked at him and said:
"Good."
Seeing that she was about to disappear, Klein added:
"Have Kaspars prepare a box of explosives and bury it scattered in different locations on the designated battlefield."
Sharron paused for two seconds and then said:
" Steve is also a demolition expert."
"No, my main purpose isn't to blow anyone up," Klein chuckled. "I just want to set off some fireworks."
Sharron gazed at him silently for a few seconds, and finally simply nodded.
As he watched her figure blur rapidly, Klein leaned back against the side of the carriage, opened the window, and let the bone-chilling wind blow in, but he still felt very hot.
"I hated summer the most when I was on Earth. Hmm, I love popsicles, ice cream, cold drinks, watermelon..." Klein muttered as he reached into his pocket and grasped the " The Sun Brooch."
This is a magical item worth £2,000!
Back on Minsk Street, Klein walked slowly along the treeless road toward the house at number 15.
As he Jurgen the Lawyer's house, he glanced inside and saw the gas lamp casting a slightly blue glow.
"There's someone here..." Klein chuckled, sweat dripping down his forehead.
The next day, early Thursday morning.
Klein had just come out of the bathroom with the newspaper in his hand when he heard the doorbell ring.
Who is it? Oh right, Talym mentioned that reporter Mike Joseph would be coming to see me today... Amidst the clanging and banging, Klein reached for the door and grasped the handle.
The image of the visitor had already naturally appeared in his mind:
Around thirty years old, wearing a black wool coat and a matching top hat, with sparse eyebrows, captivating Blue Eyes, and a neat mustache, but with rather rough skin, he was none other than Mike Joseph, a journalist for the Daily Observer.
"Good morning, Mike. Talym told me." Klein greeted him Door Opening.
He undoubtedly threw the " The Sun Brooch " onto the Gray Fog.
Mike Joseph adjusted his tie and said:
"Sorry to bother you so early, I have other things to do later."
"I understand," Klein said politely. "Have you had breakfast? Would you like to try some of my toast?"
Mike immediately smiled:
"I'm so sorry."
"It would be great to have a hot coffee, or milk would be fine too; I see you have a fresh milk order."
"Okay." Klein smiled in response.
He busied himself toasting the bread, pouring in the milk, taking out the tin of butter, then sat down and ate until he was half full without saying a word.
Mike, sitting opposite him, was enjoying his breakfast without any restraint, completely oblivious to the silent atmosphere.
Whew... Klein let out a breath, put down his cup, and said:
" Mike, you want to hire me to protect you?"
Mike slowly set down his knife and fork, and took a sip of milk:
"Yes, about two days, Friday and Saturday, and maybe Sunday morning as well."
"Who wants to hurt you?" Klein asked cautiously.
Mike chuckled and said:
"No, this is a proactive form of self-protection."
"The newspaper's editor-in-chief assigned me to conduct an investigative report in the East Borough, the Dock Borough, and the Factory Borough. It's said that I'm being sponsored by a church or a nobleman."
"You know, the East Borough is rife with gangsters, full of thugs, or people willing to sell their conscience for a bite to eat. I need a Protector who is skilled in hand-to-hand combat and marksmanship."
"Besides, most private Detective have connections in the East Borough, don't they?"
I don't... I solve cases using metaphysics, no, deduction! Klein thought for a moment and said:
"But I might not have time these next few days."
We have to wait for Miss Sharron's actions.
Mike cleared his throat and said:
"I've already applied for it, £10. The total protection fee for this mission is £10, even if nothing happens."
Klein smiled and said:
" Mike, I'm serious."
"Come see me around this time tomorrow, after breakfast. If I'm free, I'll take on this case. If I'm really too busy, I'll introduce you to another Detective who is also skilled in hand-to-hand combat and shooting."
For example, Stuart, for example, Kaslana... Two names had already flashed through his mind.
Mike finished the rest of the toast and said:
"No problem."
After breakfast, Klein watched the journalist leave his house, admiring the drizzling freezing rain, the passing carriages and pedestrians, the gloomy sky, and the various colored umbrellas through the bay window.
Finally, a normal mission... It didn't involve Beyonder, nor was it the kind of job where you catch a cat cheating... It's a pity it's not a murder case or anything like that, otherwise I could experience what it's like to be a real Detective... There's only one truth! Klein's thoughts wandered aimlessly, and he was in a strangely relaxed state.
If he weren't still preoccupied with Sharron and Maric, he would have planned to relax, visit various museums, buy a ticket to the Grand Theatre, attend several operas and concerts, and fully experience the diverse international cuisines found in the metropolis of Backlund.
"Well, I'm just a casual tourist, a solitary Gourmand..." Klein chuckled self-deprecatingly, turned and walked towards the sofa area, intending to flip through the newspaper he hadn't finished reading.
Suddenly, he noticed a note on the coffee table, the handwriting delicate and restrained:
Meet at the back door of the Bravehearts Bar at 10 PM tonight.
Klein paused for a moment, turned to look out the window, and sighed silently:
"Is it finally about to begin...?"
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