Part 2 THE FACELESS CHAPTER XXII A BUSY MONDAY
Having a rough guess, Klein did not rush to confirm it, pretending as if nothing had happened, and turned the paper’s facing direction, facing himself.
All the information he had written about Ian Wright was absolutely true, and even if he used divination techniques to confirm it, he would get a positive answer, so he believed that the people on the ambassador’s side would follow the line and get some kind of harvest, and would not have the motivation or the energy to retaliate against himself in a short period of time.
Likewise, he would continue to spread the paper out on the desk for the military’s special department monitors to see, leading them to relax their focus on itself and shift their focus in the direction of Ian Wright, competing with that ambassador to find someone.
That way, Klein would be safer.
”It feels like I’m walking a tightrope, is this the ‘Joker’s’ special physique?” Losing his smile and shaking his head, he opened the convex belly window to get a couple breaths of fresh morning air, but the thick, choking haze outside caused him to silently close it again.
Pressing the paper with Ian’s information on it with an inkwell, Klein went to the next washroom and quickly cleaned himself up, then removed the long, black, double-breasted tuxedo and half-height silk bowler hat hanging on the coat rack and made his way to the first floor.
He had an appointment with Attorney Jürgen for breakfast today.
Drawing his black silver-encrusted cane from the umbrella stand in the foyer, Klein made his way along the edge of the street in a fog with no more than ten meters of visibility, all the way to 58 Minsk Street, and rang the doorbell of the gray house.
As the jingle echoed, a turquoise-eyed black cat with its tail high in the air suddenly appeared within his mind.
The black cat, Brody, walked a single line to the back of the door, built up its momentum for two seconds, leapt up, reached out with its paw and grabbed the doorknob.
Afterward, it descended inexorably, twisting the handle by its weight and opening the door to the room.
With a creak, the door slowly receded as the early morning wind blew.
Brody the black cat gave Klein a condescending look and walked himself to the side.
”What a smart cat.” Klein complimented Doris, the old lady with the white apron over her.
Doris smiled a wrinkled smile:
”It depends on his mood, most of the time he’ll act so stupid he can’t seem to understand what you’re saying, oh, and I’ve got my best bean-turnip gumbo for you, served on bread.”
Bean turnip gumbo …… sounds like a dark dish by name …… Klein smiled:
”I’m looking forward to it.”
As he spoke, Attorney Jürgen came out from within the lavatory, even in his own home, even though he hadn’t been up for long, he was still dressed meticulously, his white shirt straight, his tan vest tight, and the lines of his pants legs seemingly freshly ironed.
”The contract you asked for is sorted out, take a look and see if there’s anything missing.” With a sweep of his blue eyes, Jürgen got straight to the point without pleasantries.
His brown hair was neatly combed back, and the shine of the head oil could be clearly seen.
”Good.” Klein leaned back on his cane, removed his hat, took off his coat, and followed Jürgen into the first floor study, where he received a thick contract.
He stood there, flipping through it casually, getting a headache the more he read it, and eventually only hastily scanning over the highlighted clauses.
I hope there are all, before neglected to add the terms, for example, instead of a one time payment of Leppard 100 pounds, but set up three points in time, according to his progress to give in installments, the first installment is 50 pounds …… good, so that I do not have to go to the Bank of Bakerland for the time being, will be in my bearer account remaining 100 pounds out of the bank It’s enough to rely on what I have on me …… Klein closed the paper and smiled at Jürgen:
”I’m satisfied, your professionalism is better than I thought.”
As he said this, he took out two one pound bills that he had prepared.
Jürgen took the banknotes and gave Klein the remaining copies of the contract as well, saying with strict solemnity:
”Here are two extra copies if there is a mistake in the signatures, and remember to use the shredder for the final remaining contracts.”
The current shredder was a hand-cranked mechanical shredder.
Klein was about to nod when old Mrs. Doris in the dining room shouted:
”Two Sticky Boys, it’s time for breakfast!”
”My grandmother’s hearing has gone a little bad.” Jürgen explained, making a gesture of invitation.
Klein followed him into the dining room and saw old Mrs. Doris ladle a spoonful of thick yellowish-green liquid from a black saucepan and pour it into the corresponding dinner plate.
”Here, try this, bean and turnip gumbo, and here’s your bread.” Mrs. Doris said with a big smile, pointing to the suspicious pile of food.
Klein glanced at Jürgen, only to see that his expression was even more serious than earlier, and his heart stuttered.
Bracing himself to sit up, Klein broke off a piece of white bread, dabbed some of that yellow-green gumbo, and stuffed it into his mouth in the spirit of an adventurer.
”……” He was surprised to find that the flavor was surprisingly quite good, with an appetite-stimulating sweetness in the light saltiness, just enough to draw out the fluffy, tangy layers of the bread.
”My grandmother used to be an excellent cook.” Jürgen said casually as he moved soothingly to savor his breakfast.
…… Then why are you keeping a stern face …… It’s so unappetizing to watch you eat …… Klein bellyached twice and plunged into the relaxation and delight brought by the food.
After leaving Jürgen’s house, he went to Saatchi Street in the St. George’s district by transferring and transferring and transferring again, and made a formal agreement with Repard to pay the first fifty pounds, while the second thirty pounds would be given two weeks later, depending on the progress of the other party.
By this time, Crane had only £21 8s. left with him.
He then returned to the Chorwood district and went to the public library here to look through the Tasok Gazette for the past year, searching for news related to the Intis ambassador to the Kingdom of Ruin.
Near noon, he finally saw a black and white photo of the other man, confirming that it was the same one he had seen in his own dream divination.
”Beclan Jean Madan.” Silently reciting the name of the ambassador of the Republic of Intis, Klein walked out of the library and randomly found a small restaurant to settle his lunch.
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At 2:50 p.m., Klein faked a break, drew the curtains together, and took four steps against the grain into the gray mist above.
He snatched a moment to divine whether or not the military’s special services were relaxing their surveillance of themselves, and received an affirmative answer before writing down a divination statement he’d thought of in the morning:
”Last night’s infiltrator.”
Leaning back against the back of his chair and mumbling the statement, Klein’s eyes drooped into a deep sleep.
The unreal, branched, gray world of his bedroom emerged.
Just then, Klein saw dark shadows wriggling in the crack at the bottom of the door to his room!
A slender, iron-black nematode burrowed in, arching and flattening itself high in the center, moving forward in a constant loop toward the desk position.
Its movements were so stiff that it seemed to disassemble into a frame-by-frame slow motion that had an eerie flavor to it.
The iron-black nematode wriggled to the front of the desk and crawled to the very top, leaving a path of rapidly evaporating slime along the way.
It stopped in front of the paper on which Ian Wright’s information was written, and its head suddenly raised, the central part standing tall with it, leaving only the tail end to support the body.
For the moment, it looked human!
After scrutinizing it for a while, this iron-black nematode pushed up the paper and turned, then returned the same way and disappeared.
So this is the case …… That is to say, last night s infiltrator was not unwilling to retaliate against me, purely because he did not have that ability …… Unless this iron black nematode is highly poisonous …… Klein nodded his head indistinctly. Using divination again, he confirmed that the extraordinary person who manipulated the iron-black nematode originated from the assignment of the Intis ambassador, Beclan Jean Madan.
After that, he completely enveloped the paper bag in the corner with gray mist and sent a message to Derek “The Sun”.
When the hands of the pocket watch were in place, Klein pulled in Justice, the Hanged Man, and the Sun at the same time.
This week’s “Tarot Session” is on schedule!
……
The familiar gray fog and hazy silhouettes came into view, and Audrey, who had been promoted to Sequence 8, half-rose, lifted the hem of her skirt, and greeted her pleasantly:
”Good afternoon, Mr. ‘Fool’ ~ Good afternoon, Mr. ‘Inverted Hangman’, and afternoon, Mr. ‘Sun’! ”
Klein, who had opened his auric vision early, with the help of a special above the gray mist, noted another change in the surface of the deep astral-mental body of Miss “Justice’s” etheric body, a much purer shade of unity, and laughed softly:
”Welcome, our Miss ‘Mind Reader’.”
Audrey smiled haughtily, modestly, and turned her head to look across the room:
”Mr. ‘Inverted Hangman’, it’s time for you to submit your six-page diary entry for the week.”
Perhaps Mr. Fool will see this and remember something and tell us a little more about “common sense.”…… The corners of her mouth quirked up in anticipation.
Alger nodded and began to visualize the six pages of Roselle’s journal with Klein’s help.
He had wondered if he should ask the Fool to submit the rest of the diary by way of a sacrifice, but when he saw that the other party didn’t seem to be too interested and didn’t mention it voluntarily, he gave up on that plan.
And this is very consistent with his knowledge, Rossel diary to the deity-like Mr. “Fool” has a certain effect, but not too much, k will collect, but never eager.
Six pages of diary quickly completed, Alger was about to offer to the bronze table at the top of the “Fool”, suddenly remembered something, busy respectfully spoke:
”Mr. ‘Fool’, I have inquired about a piece of information related to the Secret Cultivation Society.”
Above the sea and ocean, the news is not closed, just not timely enough.
Those big pirates also valued intelligence, and would often send people onto the colonized islands to exchange the news they had collected, and it was from this channel that Alger learned of a Secret Cultivation Society matter.
”Very well.” Klein nodded gently, signaling “Inverted Man” to tell the story without avoiding the presence of Ms. “Justice” and “Sun”.
This would help the former to gather other information about the Order, while the latter simply did not understand what he was hearing.
At the same time, he let the six pages of the diary flash into his palm.
”The Inverted Man,” Alger said, not quickly or slowly:
”There is a certain connection between the Secret Society and the Republic of Intis.”
The Republic of Intis …… also, Rossel the Great was an Intisian, and Charatu had approached him in the Intisian capital of Trier …… The Mithraic Order had subsequently been involved in that famous Incident in Intis… …Well, it’s not too surprising that the Order is still associated with the Republic of Intis to this day. …… Klein verified the information provided by “The Hanged Man” to be true.
Heh, it’s just as well, I’m going to deal with the ambassador of the Republic of Intis next …… Klein did not rush to read Roselle’s diary, looked up to the only three members.