Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 35 The Waiting Parties

　　Both sides know the whereabouts of the Hermosuin manuscript, and the matter will come to an end tonight …… The ambassador will also be able to draw back and have the strength left to carry out actions such as retaliation …… Is this why the danger is imminent? Klein probably understood the previous divination results and the inexplicable omens.

　　If there is no “Filthy Words” spell, there is no 1000 pounds for three days of powerful bodyguards, he would probably have to go to the police station, to the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery’s headquarters in Beckland, St. Hiland Church “temporary stay”, to avoid possible attacks, waiting for the ambassador to be assassinated – as for the assassination, he would have to wait for the ambassador to be assassinated. As for the success of the assassination, Klein was not sure, anyway, he had already considered the worst outcome, and also had a certain amount of premeditation.

　　But now, since he was doubly prepared, there was no doubt that he would not adopt the strategy of hiding, remaining at home and pretending not to know anything.

　　In his heart, he even expects the attacker to come to his door.

　　Sequence 9 “hunter” Meursault was killed by me, and if he sends another one, it will be at least a Sequence 7, maybe even a Sequence 6, a Sequence 5, or a heap of them, no matter what, as long as I get rid of them, I’ll get the formula, get the extraordinary characteristics, and recover some losses… …Well, I’ll tell my bodyguard that I was lucky to get the benefit of the “black ear” I bought and became an Extraordinary, after all, I can’t hide that at all if the battle is fierce, and I’m almost telling the truth, I did get the Extraordinary trait from the “black ear”. And I’m almost telling the truth, I did get a lot of benefits from that “black ear”…… Klein pondered what would happen next, and almost instinctively drew the Crimson Moon on his chest.

　　Blessed be the Goddess, it is the extraordinary one from the path of the soothsayer who has come! He said a silent prayer.

　　With that in mind, he looked around the room for his bodyguard, fearing that he might have heard what happened and run off unnoticed.

　　The living room dining room was warmly lit, illuminating the coffee table, couch and chairs, but otherwise, there was no one else.

　　Just as Klein grew apprehensive, he suddenly saw a face emerge from the glass shade of the gas lamp in the living room area, with light blonde hair, delicate features, and a pale face.

　　This lady still has some confidence in her own strength Well …… Klein’s mind settled down for a moment and whispered as if to himself:

　　”I am also an extraordinary person.”

　　”I participated in the party through Kaspers and purchased an item that bets on luck, and gained a certain amount of benefits, of course, only benefits for people like me.”

　　Both of his statements were true, and stood the test of whatever method he faced.

　　But the two sentences, when put together, would lead one to suppose that that benefit had made him an extraordinary person.

　　The face that presented itself on the glass shade of the gaslight nodded slightly and disappeared quickly, without much else in the way of reaction.

　　Klein looked unchanged on the outside, but inside he exhaled quietly.

　　He returned to the couch area and, without taking off his coat, picked up a newspaper and casually flipped through it.

　　After a while, the sound of jingling echoed again, and someone else rang the doorbell.

　　Who was it? Kraven’s nerves instantly tightened, and he thrust his hands into his coat pockets, touching the tarot card and the “filthy word” spell.

　　He walked slowly towards the door, using the Joker’s ability to anticipate what he would see when he opened the door:

　　The Crimson Moon still loomed large, the elegant gas lamps remained unchanged, and a sheriff in a black-and-white checkered uniform with three V’s on his epaulettes waited impatiently by the door.

　　He had a short brownish-yellow beard under his chin, and was the same sheriff who had handled the “Sherlock Moriarty self-defense case” before.

　　I think Jürgen mentioned his name, Sheriff Farthing? Well, I’m going to get my ten pound bail back tomorrow or the day after……. What’s he doing here? MI9 send him to find Ian Wright? Or informing me to go somewhere to stay out of danger? Puzzled, Crane gripped the handle.

　　……

　　Inside the Intis Embassy located in the west district of Bakerland, the lights were brightly lit, and the smell of various perfumes and liquors was accompanied by a melodious melody, spreading out to every corner.

　　A ball was being held here.

　　During the years that Beckrand had been the ambassador, he often held balls at the embassy, inviting bankers, big factory owners, big philanthropists, and other famous tycoons and barristers of the Kingdom of Ruin to participate, and randomly giving opportunities to certain businessmen of the next level.

　　In such an atmosphere, he would tell his guests about the prosperity and openness of Trier, about how the Republic of Intis was no longer dominated by the nobility, and that bankers, factory owners, lawyers, and other groups of people were the masters of the country, and that they directly and indirectly bagged most of the parliamentary seats, decided on the direction of the country’s policies, and enjoyed true freedom and held a lofty position.

　　Beckland today is doing a similar thing, carrying a glass of wine, constantly appearing in front of all the guests, as if trying to prove that he is at the banquet at this point in time, and has not gone out.

　　I should have got the manuscript already …… After learning from the detective, who was constantly trembling with fear, that Ian Wright had appeared at the telegraph office in Branham Street, I have been laying everything out, and now it is time to reap the rewards …… The thin-faced, but tasteful, Beckland sipped the blood-like Ormil wine and marched toward the balcony position, intending to take in the cool night air.

　　After learning that Ian had sent a telegram, as a veteran “conspirator” and professional intelligence officer, Beckland keenly thought that the other party was contacting his boss’s boss, so he hurriedly asked the double agent lurking in the Fusak Imperial Intelligence Agency’s Beckland team to investigate, and got the meeting time, date and time of the meeting between Ian and the “team leader”. He hurriedly had a double agent lurking in the Fusak Empire’s intelligence agency, the Birkeland team, investigate and found out when, where and how Ian and the “team leader” agreed to meet.

　　After that, he pretended that this was not the case and continued to send people to look for Ian in the vicinity of Branham Street, succeeding in discovering the other party and attracting MI9’s interdiction.

　　As he had set up, the intelligence officer on the scene deliberately let Ian go, thus making MI9 think that the two sides were on the same page.

　　After paralyzing his main rival, he deployed other, unexposed intelligence officers to ambush Ian and the “team leader” of the Fossack Empire, wanting to find the manuscript and take it out of the Kingdom of Ruen without MI9 noticing.

　　The progress of the matter was originally as smooth as he expected, but the news that came back in the evening made his mood become extremely heavy.

　　The people from MI9 had unexpectedly appeared!

　　The ones who were supposed to be hidden from the public had actually appeared!

　　With Rosago there, it’s definitely not a factor of divination, and MI9 isn’t good at all at divination …… This shows that we have internal assholes ah …… I hope Rosago can get ahead of the game, get the manuscript, and hand it over to the “Shadow “Take it away …… Beckland, in order to avoid suspicion, deliberately organized the ball, and can no longer interfere in the progress of the matter, but can only pray that his subordinates are competent.

　　According to his arrangement, after Rossago got it, he will immediately transfer the item to another intelligence officer, who has never been activated before, then, Rossago will distract the MI9 people, and by creating some incidents, continue to interfere with the “line of sight”, to attract attention for the companion, during this process, Beckland asked Rossago to go along with him He asked Rosago to take out the little detective.

　　If it wasn’t for him, things wouldn’t have been known to MI9, and everything would have gone very smoothly …… My association with the Zimanga party wouldn’t have been exposed, and I wouldn’t have been transferred back to the country …… It’s amazing that he didn’t run away, thinking that the people of MI9 would protect him all the time, and that staying at home was safer than running away. him, that it was safer to stay home than to run away? Beckland rubbed the side of his face.

　　He had already received orders that after the operation corresponding to the manuscript was over, he would hand over the intelligence related matters to the first class military attaché at the embassy and wait for the new ambassador to take over.

　　Beckland was rather sad to leave this place behind; Beckland, for all its poor weather and pollution, was the most prosperous metropolis in the world, bar none.

　　And the ladies and madams here are more conservative, not those sluts in the country, slowly seducing them into bed and removing their conservatism little by little is a very accomplished and very fascinating thing, unfortunately, I have to say goodbye to these beautiful people …… Beckland thought slightly depressed, and more and more resentful of that little detective who dared to resist.

　　As for the issue of Rosago’s own safety, Beckland was not worried at all, he believed that as long as the other party was willing, as long as he was not locked by a high sequence powerhouse, if he wanted to escape, he could escape right away, this is because Rosago has a special extraordinary ability.

　　Thinking about this, Beckrand suddenly saw a bright light in his eyes, and saw a young girl wearing a deep red dress standing at the edge of the balcony with a glass of wine in her hand.

　　She had a beautiful face and elegant temperament, her ink-colored hair was flowing and smooth, and her light brown eyes seemed to hide many words.

　　Beckland immediately went over, familiar and the other party to talk, learned that this girl is a timber merchant’s daughter, called Irene, her father is not too rich, is trying to move up the camp.

　　With his status as an ambassador of Intis, Beckland soon gained the admiration of Irene.

　　After two dances together, their physical movements became intimate.

　　”Beautiful young lady, I would like to invite you to my room to taste the Ormir wine, 1286.” Beckiron hinted.

　　Erin replied with little hesitation:

　　”Yes.”

　　The two left the ballroom and quietly made their way to the second floor, entering Beckrand’s room and telling the guards to stay away and not disturb.

　　Before the so-called 1286 Ormil wine even appeared, Beckrand enthusiastically led Erin to the bed.

　　Between rolls, Erin’s not-so-complicated skirt fell away and her white arms wrapped around her partner.

　　Her hands gripped Beckland’s shoulder blades, and her fingernails and veins suddenly sprouted black, thin, fuzzy “spider legs”!

　　Bang!

　　Irene’s eyes suddenly bulged and her mouth foamed.

　　Beckiron withdrew the fist that had struck his opponent’s abdomen and stood up from the bed, no longer in the hurry he had just shown, with a cold face.

　　”Who sent you?” Beckiron asked in a low voice.

　　Erin tried to stand up, but painfully struggled to succeed, her eyes frightened and stunned.

　　Seeing the pretty girl’s expression, Beckrand chuckled:

　　”It’s true that I’m infatuated with beautiful ladies, but I know this myself, so I’m especially careful whenever I face a beautiful lady.”

　　”Tell me, who sent you?”

　　”Don’t think about holding back, I’m very good with fire.”