Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 223 Klein’s Demands
Seeing the delicate white foamy Southwell ale being placed in front of Sherlock Moriarty, Carlson finally snapped out of it.
Waiting for the bartender to move away from this side of the room, he asked in a suppressed voice:
”What do you want?”
Klein lifted his glass and took a sip, taking a few seconds to savor the malt aroma and faint aftertaste that rushed out after the bitterness.
”Cheers!” He looked sideways at Carlson and raised his glass with a smile.
Without hesitation, Carlson shook his head to decline his invitation and muttered:
”Yours is beer, mine is strong distilled spirits, not exactly a toast.”
Klein, who was only making a show of it himself, took another sip of his Southwell ale, eyed it, and grinned:
”What I want is simple.
”I do not know exactly what will be inside the mausoleum, so I can only describe it more vaguely, well …… I wish to pick one item from the harvest of your exploration of the mausoleum, I am not greedy, this will not involve high level items, and even if it does, I would not dare to ask for it.
”If you find nothing, or if there are only high level things there, then I don’t want anything, but of course, I’m sure you won’t begrudge me a sum of cash that matches my contribution when the latter happens.”
Yesterday, after learning about the Amon family mausoleum from Miss Sharon, he had a general scheme.
The first option was to blow the brass whistle, contact Mr. Aztec, and join forces with the other party to explore the mausoleum.
However, there were many potential problems with this plan, one was that Klein was still searching for his memory of how much strength Azk had recovered, Klein was not sure, two was that Azk was being pursued by MI9, and contacting him rashly could easily cause trouble for the other party and himself, and three was that there was a high probability that Klein would thus re-enter the sealing object “0-08” in his line of sight. Of course, he has considered the possibility of using the gray fog to complete the contact and adventure, but the gray fog blowing the copper whistle simply can not summon the messenger this point deadlocked the subsequent ideas.
More importantly, Klein did not dare or want to expose the secrets of the gray mist to the unknown Aztec Aegis.
Therefore, he finally chose the second option, that is, to use the identity of the informant, to submit the information to the “mechanical heart”, and ask for a corresponding, reasonable compensation.
In terms of the number of high-ranking powerhouses, would there be any other power that has more than the Seven Churches?
As far as Klein knew, there were nearly ten high serial powerhouses in the Church of the Goddess of the Night, that is to say, half of the thirteen archbishops and nine senior deacons had reached or exceeded Serial 4, and that was not counting the Goddess’s dependant, the Pope, who ruled the Church.
The Church of the God of Steam and Machinery was not too far behind in this regard, if not inferior, and their Archbishop of the Diocese of Berkland, Horamik Haydn, was a high Sequence powerhouse.
This kind of richly accumulated orthodox church, the middle sequence of things will not be very, very, very important, Klein thought he had the opportunity to talk about a reasonable “price”.
Simply put, the core element of the second program was:
If you’re in trouble, call the organization!
Hearing the price Klein offered, Carlson froze for a second and asked offhandedly:
”Aren’t you a follower of God?”
The one who lives in my heart has always been a goddess …… Klein drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest:
”It is because of my belief in God that I am telling you this news and not revealing it to the night watchman through Mr. Stanton.
”God says that he who would make himself strong makes him strong. Only when I become stronger and have more money can I reach out to more channels and grasp more resources, thus providing you with better and more effective intelligence.”
In order to convince the “Mechanical Heart”, he deliberately flipped through the “Steam and Mechanical Canon” that he had bought back earlier to decorate his doorway, and found a few quotes from the deities that fit his needs and carefully memorized them.
Carlson was unable to retort for a moment and stayed there, forgetting to drink.
Seeing this, Klein was busy adding another sentence:
”And this is conducive to you establishing a harmonious and efficient new age informant relationship, as long as you publicize the remuneration I received as a result of this, as well as the fact that you kept your promise and never reneged on it, I’m sure that the other informants will definitely be deeply touched and greatly incentivized, and will do their best to gather useful information for you.
”Of course, I would like to use my alias when publicizing.”
Carlson, dumbfounded at this, picked up his glass of wine and took a large gulp, nearly choking.
”Ahem, Sherlock, the real you is nothing like the one I remembered before.” He sighed.
The Detective Sherlock Moriarty he remembered was good at analyzing and reasoning, extremely calm, extremely polite, and full of righteousness to provide very effective advice, and was an outstanding believer of God.
And now the other side ……
Klein took a sip of his beer and gave a low laugh:
”Everyone has different facets, and it’s easy to make mistakes by substituting individual facets for the whole, which is something you have to be aware of when reasoning.”
Carlson calmed down for a moment and stood up:
”I don’t have the authority to grant similar requests, I’ll report it up immediately, you wait here for a moment.”
”Good.” Klein beckoned for the bartender and added an order of french fries grams.
After he finished his food and drank his beer, Ikonser Bernard, the deacon of the “Mechanical Heart”, returned to the bar with Carlson.
”There is no problem with your request, but one thing must be attached to it, and that is that items with strong side effects and cursed effects are not part of the selection.” Ikonser looked around and saw that there were not many people around, so he said in a deep voice.
I want materials …… Klein immediately laughed:
”Good!
”I’ll take the liberty of asking one more question, is this your personal decision, or is it a response from the upper echelons?”
”I have the right to make such a decision.” Iconser pressed his fluffy hair with his hat, “But since the matter involves the noble tombs of the Fourth Age, I did send a telegram to the Archbishop, and he didn’t object to it in his return call.”
”Good.” Klein drew the triangular holy emblem again, “I will give you the information now.”
Subconsciously, Iconser shook his head.
He looked around and pointed to a pool room:
”Let’s go in and talk.”
The deacon who was always publicly executed by the mirror called Aroldus was still very sophisticated. …… Klein grunted and followed Iconser and Carlson into the pool room, making sure that the two rooms to the left and right were empty.
Klein paused for a few seconds and spoke with deliberation:
”What happened was that some extraordinary people found a hidden mausoleum at the bay of the Stortford River in White Cliffs and explored the perimeter, finding a number of items.
”Afterward, they recruited men to do further exploration, and as a result, no one ever came back, so if you go there and look carefully, you will surely be able to find the corresponding traces.”
Ikonser listened attentively and pursued the question:
”Is it confirmed to be a nobleman’s tomb from the Quaternary period?”
”Those items on the periphery can prove that they are members of the Amon family of the Tudor Dynasty.” Klein answered truthfully and warned, “The extraordinary people who died inside weren’t weak and there are quite a few of them, I don’t think this mausoleum is something that can be explored below the High Sequence.”
”Amon ……,” Iconser instinctively frowned slightly.
It was obvious that as a deacon he had permission to know some ancient secrets.
Without waiting for Klein to re-emphasize, he raised his gaze and said:
”We will gather the appropriate information before taking action.
”The noble tombs of the Fourth Age are very dangerous, you should not tell anyone else about this information or explore it on your own, otherwise you and your friends will only lose your lives.”
If I dared, I wouldn’t be sitting here …… Klein smiled to himself:
”I’ve always had a good reputation.”
After making the deal and seeing Iconser and Carlson leave, he put on his hat and walked slowly towards the door of the “Lucky Man” bar.
For the Quaternary era of the great nobles, for the Amon family, “mechanical heart” is still very cautious, they must at least a few days to prepare for action, right …… cautious …… Crane randomly His scattered thoughts were suddenly fixed on a word.
He remembered something else that could be called cautious:
After Russell had joined the ancient organization suspected to be the “Dusk Hermits”, he had never mentioned the name of the other party in his secret diary, which was written in Chinese, and had always referred to them by their corresponding characteristics.
This is a discreet phenomenon that makes people suspicious!
Why did Rossel the Great not dare to mention the name of that organization, even in Chinese? This is very different from the style of his diary in which he dared to write down anything …… What was he afraid of, what was he worried about? Is it possible that if you say or write down the name of the “Dusk Hermits”, no matter what language you use, they will know it? Did one of their members or one of the seals they possessed have a similar ability? Crane had a suspicion, but had no way of confirming it unless he was willing to take the risk of trying.
Let’s assume for a moment that it’s true, and that I’m not perceived by them because the “psychic” Apostle of Desire is on top of the gray mist, and informs Miss Justice that she is also answering prayers with the help of the gray mist……. Hmmm. It’s Monday again, and I’m going to have to remind Ms. Justice at the tarot meeting not to say or write down the name “Twilight Hermits”, and as for the reason why, give her a look and let her figure it out for herself… …Kraven quickly made his arrangements and left the Lucky Bar in a big hurry.
Seeing that it was still early, he took the carriage directly to the Krag Club, where he intended to spend the afternoon.
As soon as he entered the hall, he saw Talim Dumont, the equestrian teacher.
The noble scion was seated in a corner with a glass of scarlet wine, which he sipped with a flushed face and exuberant spirits.
”Talim, you seem to be in a good mood.” Klein smiled and greeted.
Talim chuckled:
”Because the New Year is coming.”
After saying that, he asked rather excitedly, “Sherlock, do you know what it’s like to really like someone?”
…… Klein put on a fake smile:
”I’m sorry to say that I’m still single.”
”That’s a shame, well, I’ve got to get busy.” Talim drank the rest of his drink and got up to wave.
”By the way, thanks for the introduction to Mr. Flammy Cage.” Klein remembered the investment in the pedal car project and sincerely thanked him, “When are you free these days? I’d like you to show me the food of Birkeland.”
”After the new year.” Talim put on his hat and smiled as he walked towards the reception hall.
Is this guy entering the season of love? Klein couldn’t help but mutter.
He had just turned his body around and taken a few steps when he suddenly heard the sound of a thumping, heavy fall.
Klein turned around fiercely and saw Talim Dumont collapsed on the ground, his left hand pressed dead center to his heart position, and his body convulsed continuously.
This …… Klein rushed over in a few steps.
But this time Talim has finished foaming at the mouth and lost the last breath of life.
Just a few seconds of work, just a moment ago, he was still full of spring, he turned into a dead body.