160 Böklund Street, inside the restaurant on the second floor.
Klein had just taken a bite of the toast that the servant had placed on his plate with butter when he saw the butler walk in.
Walter bowed and said:
"Sir, someone of unknown origin rang our doorbell last night."
"Because it was already very late, I didn't wake you. I just had the servants take double-barreled shotguns and take turns keeping watch all night."
"If you allow me, I will visit the nearby police station today and ask them to increase nighttime patrols in this area."
Hiring a butler like this, apart from being expensive, has no other drawbacks... Klein nodded slightly, took a sip of the freshly delivered milk, and said:
"Very good."
39 Böklund Street, the home of Congressman Macht.
Hibbert entered the second-floor living room and saw her mother, Liana, chatting with the housekeeper.
"What happened?" She tucked a strand of dark green hair behind her ear.
Liana chuckled:
"Someone rang the doorbell at the Dantès' house in the middle of the night last night."
"A prank?" Hibbert found a seat and sat down.
"Nobody knows, but Dantès ' butler went to the police station this morning," Liana said, recounting the information she had learned from the servants.
Hibbert nodded slightly and said:
"Involving the police is the best solution."
"But it was completely useless, because no one knew who rang the doorbell, and apparently no one at the scene was helped," Liana with a shake of her head and a laugh.
Hibbert paused for a moment, then blurted out a counter-question:
"Not a single person was used on site?"
"Yes, it seems that Dantès ' butler just wants the police to increase nighttime patrols in our neighborhood, which is a good thing." As the wife of a member of the House of Commons and the daughter of a Lawyer, Liana has excellent connections within the police department.
"None of them worked..." Hibbert repeated softly, then fell silent.
After a while, she left the living room and went back up to the third floor.
Along the way, she couldn't help but clench her fist and wave it forward a few times, as if testing something, with obvious doubt in her eyes.
Inside the master bedroom, Klein stared at the large pile of gold coins in front of him, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
This contains gold coins worth a total of 4,000 pounds!
After a week of fundraising, " Admiral of Stars " Cattleya finally completed the " Lucky Scales " transaction, paying £6,500 in cash in addition to the gold coins.
To be honest, such a large pile of gold coins is indeed more visually striking than banknotes of the same size... Klein sighed as he took out 13 Loen gold coins from " Admiral of Blood " Senor from his pocket and threw them into the pile.
After doing all this, he took out his Adventurer Harmonica, brought it to his lips, and blew on it.
Without a sound, Renette Tinicol appeared to the side, carrying four blonde, red-eyed heads.
"Madam, this is the first payment, totaling £4,013," Klein said, turning his gaze from the pile of gold coins to the messenger.
He had to admit he was a little curious about how the messenger girl would carry away such a large pile of gold coins; he remembered that she always bit them with her teeth when receiving mail.
"Very good... Five thousand... nine hundred... eighty... seven..." Reinette Tinekerr's head said in sequence.
No need to remind me... Klein forced a smile and said:
I will raise the funds as soon as possible.
Reinette Tinekerr didn't speak again, but one of the heads tried to open its mouth.
Suddenly, the area in front of her became dark and deep, and all the gold coins, like flowing water, were drawn by the whirlpool and rushed towards it.
A few seconds later, the huge pile of gold coins disappeared.
Reinette Tinekerr nodded all four of her heads simultaneously, then returned to the Spirit World.
He still had £8,156 in cash and 5 Loen gold coins... He could barely be considered a millionaire... If there were any real investment opportunities, he could actually put up money, instead of just raising prices and talking about it... That way, he wouldn't be suspected of being a scammer in the short term... Heh, let's be optimistic, maybe future investment opportunities will allow me to earn back what I've spent so far. Money makes money always quickly... Klein sighed silently, turned his gaze to the window, and forced himself to appreciate the street scene shrouded in a thin mist.
As night falls in the East Borough, the lack of gas streetlights, many of which are damaged, leaves the area pitch black, as if countless Monster and evils are lurking there.
Xio Derecha, wearing a hooded cloak, turned into a small alley and came to the outside of a house that looked dilapidated.
This is the new East Borough party she mentioned to Fors before!
Hugh didn't rush to knock on the door using the agreed-upon code; instead, he first looked down and examined his own clothes and appearance.
Unlike usual, she was wearing a pair of tall boots today.
These boots don't look strange at all, but Hugh knows very well that their thick soles are padded with many things, which can make a person appear much taller "out of thin air".
This effectively conceals Hugh's most prominent feature!
He touched the hidden triangular dagger, pulled up his hood, and rhythmically knocked on the door.
She was quickly led into the living room and found a seat at random.
Once most of the expected participants had arrived, the organizer of the gathering finally walked in.
He was of medium height, about 1.75 meters, dressed in a black classical robe, wearing a pointed country the Magician's hat, and a brass-like mask covering his face, giving him an ancient and mysterious air.
His skin was dark, but not quite brown, like someone from the Fenerbahce Bay area... but that couldn't be sure, maybe it was from the sun... His hair was jet black and slightly curly, which matched the first impression... Hugh sized him up with the air of a "sheriff".
The man wearing the brass mask looked around and chuckled softly twice:
You may call me Mr. X.
Mr. X ... Hugh's lips twitched involuntarily.
After becoming an outsider for Military Intelligence Section 9, she learned a lot about Concealment organizations, including the Aurora Order.
Therefore, she knew very well that the messengers of the Aurora Order used letters as code names and liked to refer to themselves as Mr. So-and-so or Ms. So-and-so.
In her view, referring to herself in this way in front of outsiders felt like actively revealing her identity and background, since the members attending the gathering couldn't all be Beyonder with limited experience and fragmented knowledge!
Isn't he afraid of being reported? No wonder that Military Intelligence Section 9 guy said the Aurora Order are all Lunatic, their behavior incomprehensible by normal logic... Since Mr. A disappeared, there have been several cases in Backlund people impersonating him or his associates to hold gatherings for profit, and the organizers were quickly reported and arrested... Hmm, this Mr. X might not actually be Aurora Order, maybe he's one of those others... Hugh withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and quietly observed the gathering.
She rarely reports such things because she has experienced the hardships of survival as a wild Beyonder and understands that everyone has their struggles. Therefore, unless something unexpected happens, she will not provide relevant information to Military Intelligence Section 9.
If it's confirmed that they are messengers of the Aurora Order, then we must report them. They are all Lunatic and will cause great harm... Xiu thought to himself as he watched others exchange messages or complete transactions.
She didn't get deeply involved, firstly because there weren't any particularly interesting items or information appearing, and secondly because she was saving money for the " Interrogator " Potion.
After the party ended, back at his home in the Cherwood Borough, Hugh saw Fors lying there leisurely reading, having applied a face mask that was supposedly hydrating.
"How was it? How was the party?" Fors asked, feigning nonchalance.
Hugh tossed the cloak aside and said:
"There were quite a few people at the gathering, and many items appeared, but they were still concentrated in the Low-Sequence."
"At a first gathering, no one is likely to bring out something really good right away," Fors said, putting down the small book she was holding.
"Hmm." Hugh nodded. "The organizer of the party calls himself Mr. X, but nobody knows whether he's actually related to Mr. A."
Mr. X... suspected to Aurora Order messenger of the Aurora Society... could it be Lewis Wien? Fors perked up, leaning back lazily, and said:
What does he look like?
"He's wearing a mask!" Hugh rolled his eyes at Fors. "Do you think my vision can penetrate barriers?"
"No, no, no, I mean his overall appearance." Fors had seen a full-body portrait of Lewis Wien at her teacher Dorian Gray's place and knew his physical characteristics.
As a " Sheriff," Hugh effortlessly recreated Mr. X's image and asked in bewilderment:
"Regardless of whether he has any connection with Mr. A, choosing such a name could easily lead to a report. Isn't he worried?"
After hearing Hugh's description and seeing the portrait she created using her " Sheriff " abilities, Fors was secretly delighted, thinking that Mr. X was very likely the traitor to the Abraham Family, Lewis Wien!
He wasn't worried about being reported because he was a " Traveler," and could easily escape if anything unexpected happened. If the official organization followed the experience of dealing with Mr. A, they really wouldn't be able to keep him... Fors muttered silently, not saying anything more about the topic, and instead asked about other things.
While Hugh was taking a shower, she used her " Astrologer " abilities to inquire about her Spirituality, superimposing the image of Lewis Wien with that of Mr. X, and arrived at the conclusion that they were the same person!
"It really is!" Fors stood up and paced back and forth in the living room, both excited and delighted.
Her first thought was to report it to the major churches, along with a hint that the target had the ability of a " Traveler," and she immediately remembered that she had previously tried to hire "Mr. World" to assassinate Lewis Wien.
"Regardless, let's first ask Mr. 'World' if he's free and if he wants to take this mission. We can't afford to offend him." Thinking about what Mr. 'World' had done, Fors felt a chill run down his spine.
After making her decision, she first confirmed that Hugh was still taking a bath and wouldn't be coming out anytime soon, then she began to pray to Mr. The Fool:
"... Please inform Mr. 'World' that Lewis Wien, the Aurora Order's envoy, has appeared. He is most likely ' The Traveler,' codenamed Mr. X."
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