After some consideration, Klein, who already had a contingency plan, successfully sorted out his thoughts and determined the next few things to do.
Snap! He flicked the letter with his right hand, and in the rising crimson flames, looked up at Reinette Tinekerr opposite him, preparing to take out a Loen coin from his pocket to pay for postage.
However, the messenger had already left, and there was no one "person" opposite him.
"No charge?" Klein was taken aback at first, then various thoughts came to mind, wondering if Reinette Tinekerr, had asked for postage.
Perhaps the messenger didn't say anything, just stared at Leonard with four heads and eight eyes, waiting for him to pay the gold coins. But the guy couldn't understand at all and tried to forcibly end the summoning, only to have his neck snapped... Klein hissed and used the gold coin he had just taken out to do Divination, getting the result that Leonard Mitchell was doing quite well.
He breathed a sigh of relief, put away the gold coins, and called out towards the door:
Richardson.
The door to the semi-open room opened silently, and his personal valet Richardson, strode in and respectfully inquired:
"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"
"Please have the butler come here." Klein gave the order while inwardly lamenting how Corrosion he had become by his extravagant lifestyle. Even when looking for someone at home, he wouldn't budge an inch and had to go through his personal male servant.
"Yes, it's necessary for the Acting..." he said silently to himself.
A few minutes later, Walter, wearing white gloves, went up to the third floor, lowered his arms naturally, and stood in a standard posture to the side and in front of Dawn Dantès, waiting for his employer to speak.
Klein had already carefully chosen his words and spoke at a measured pace:
"Go to Congressman Macht's house and tell him that I have prepared the initial funds."
"Also, prepare the carriage. I'm going to the ' Charity Bursary Foundation ' this morning and will return at noon."
"If Congressman Macht doesn't allow me the afternoon, then go to Allen Kreis 'Doctor house again and tell him I'll be making a visit this afternoon."
Klein had already retrieved £10,000 in cash from above the Gray Fog and packed it into a small leather suitcase, waiting for the right time to complete the preliminary work for the arms deal.
To dispel the Gray Fog smell from the banknotes, he deliberately " Teleportation " them to the sea, allowing the " Creeping Hunger " to find food. He was afraid that Amon, who knew of the Gray Fog's existence, could "smell" that specific scent within the same city, or sense the location of the treasure he craved.
"Yes, sir." Butler Walter didn't ask where his employer had raised the initial funds; in his recollection, Dawn Dantès had hardly been to the bank lately.
Of course, this is not a major concern. Many wealthy people from other places, especially from Desi Bay and Awwa County, always prepare large amounts of cash in advance and Backlund them in boxes.
22 Phelps Street, headquarters of the " Loen Charity Bursary Foundation ".
Klein went through the main door, went up to the second floor, and found the reception room provided for the board members.
As an honorary director who only occasionally participates in certain affairs, he does not have an office here, but he can use the reception room.
He clenched his right fist, covered his mouth, and deliberately coughed twice before entering the reception room and finding a sofa to sit down.
After a brief wait, he stood up again and said to Richardson, the personal valet standing beside him:
I'm going to the restroom.
Klein buttoned up his clothes and stepped out of the meeting room, just in time to see " Justice " Audrey coming out of her office.
The noble lady's dress today is rather simple, with a white base and dark green accents. The cuffs and collar are mainly ruffled, and there is only a bow-shaped flower made of layers of lace on the chest.
She wasn't wearing any jewelry, just a belt of indeterminate quality. Only on her left arm, where the clothing bulged slightly against her skin in the wind.
"Good morning, Miss Audrey." Klein feigned a surprised expression, as if he had bumped into her.
Audrey glanced at the handsome, gray-haired Dawn Dantès, and replied with a slight smile:
Good morning, Mr. Dantès.
She had intended to say "long time no see" in a lighthearted way, to tease the other person for not visiting the Charity Bursary Foundation for several days since the inauguration ceremony, but considering that their relationship was only superficially acquaintances, she forcibly held back the words.
Klein rubbed his temples, shook his head with a wry smile, and said:
I'm sorry I only got here today.
"I've been incredibly busy lately, and I foresee that I'll be even busier in the future. I might have to go to the Southern Continent to handle some matters."
The reason he came all this way to inform Miss Justice that he would be leaving Backlund for a while was to show his sincerity and hope that this noblewoman could help keep the Foundation running smoothly. For Klein, he sincerely hoped that this " Charity Bursary Foundation " could help more poor people in need.
"To the Southern Continent?" Audrey, sensing Dawn Dantès ' sincerity, asked in slight surprise.
Klein smiled and said:
"For a business deal."
In that instant, the first thought that popped into Audrey's mind was: which Sequence 5 is about to lose his life?
Sensing that Miss " Justice " seemed to be making a bad connection, Klein added:
"We have partnerships with the military, selling some essential supplies."
What's the point? Is Dawn Dantès ' identity just for gathering military intelligence? Audrey seemed to realize something, raised her right hand, tapped four times clockwise, and said with a bright smile:
May the goddess bless you with all good things.
After habitually uttering those words, she realized the incongruity of the statement; she had actually been telling a " The Fool's" Blessed, "May the goddess protect him!"
This is probably closer to a curse... Will Mr. Gehrman Sparrow be angry? No, he's actually a kind-hearted person, and I didn't mean any harm just now... This time, after going to the Southern Continent and coming back, the one Acting Dawn Dantès should be another Blessed, right? Could it be Demigod? Audrey's thoughts unconsciously wandered.
Klein smiled helplessly, and with equal skill, drew Crimson Moon on his chest:
May the goddess protect us.
Instead of divine punishment... he silently added to himself.
Then, he chatted casually, as if it were just a chance encounter on the street:
Have you been going to schools to promote your work lately?
"Yes." When this was mentioned, Audrey's face seemed to glow, proud and happy that she had finally done something practical.
She nodded slightly, but only gently, and a look of pity gradually appeared in her emerald eyes:
"I visited several public primary schools, and many of the children there were really pitiful. To save money, they brought their own black bread for lunch, along with a glass of water."
At this point, she looked up at Dawn Dantès and said, slightly embarrassed:
"I know they won't take me to night school or Sunday school for now, and they won't let me see anything worse."
"But I can imagine, I can imagine, like those workers who only live a few years after entering the factory..."
This was something that "The World" Gehrman Sparrow had told her, which gave her her first understanding of the true situation at the bottom of Backlund, but things she hadn't seen with her own eyes could only be understood through imagination.
Klein sighed silently and said:
It might be worse than you think.
"Don't rush. Once you demonstrate your abilities, abilities that are worthy of their trust, you will truly become one of them."
"Hmm." Audrey nodded, seemingly already thinking about how to perform better.
Klein didn't say anything more. After all, this was only their third meeting, and they had only exchanged a few words before. If they talked too much now, it would easily arouse suspicion.
He pointed towards the restroom, apologized, and walked over.
Audrey watched Dawn Dantès's retreating figure, remained silent for a few seconds, and then murmured softly:
"What would it be like if it were even worse...?"
After receiving an invitation from Macht to visit the East Balam Veteran Officers Club that evening, Klein, as planned, paid a visit to Doctor. Allen Kreis at 4 p. m.
"Mr. Dantès, your butler didn't tell me what's wrong." Because his wife is only about a month away from giving birth, Doctor. Allen has recently turned down a lot of work and is mostly staying home.
He was quite puzzled by the sudden visit from Dawn Dantès. Coupled with his own less-than-ideal social skills, he went straight to the point after exchanging pleasantries.
Klein smiled and said:
"It's like this, I might have to go to the Southern Continent soon. You know, the weather there is hot and humid, and there are all sorts of insects and diseases. I'd like to prepare some medicine in advance to prevent any unexpected situations. Do you have any suggestions? I'm really ashamed to say that you're the only excellent Doctor I know."
Doctor. Allen accepted his explanation, began to think carefully, and gave a name for the drug.
Finally, Klein, who had filled a whole sheet of sticky notes with notes, made up an excuse about having a stomachache and went into the first-floor restroom.
The bathroom mirror there suddenly darkened, as if it were completely shrouded in thick shadows, and from within the shadows, a black stroller slowly approached, inside which lay a blurry child wrapped in silver silk.
"What's going on this time?" Will Auceptin asked in a clear voice.
Klein coughed twice and forced a smile, saying:
"You should have heard by now, I'm going to the Southern Continent."
"I don't want to miss your birth, so I'd like to ask which day you plan to celebrate your birthday?"
Will Auceptin sucked his thumb and said:
"I have no idea."
"Even Angel can't control when they're born?" Klein asked, slightly taken aback.
Will Auceptin answered hesitantly:
"You don't understand... I've already chosen three birthdays, each with unique significance in terms of Fate, but I'm not sure yet; my understanding is still rather vague. Perhaps when the time comes, I'll suddenly understand what to do."
This is decision paralysis, and it also has a strong charlatan's air about it... Klein clasped his hands together, rubbing them almost imperceptibly, and said:
"How can I find out in time and get back to complete the transaction with you? Uh, that origami crane is no longer usable."
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