Part 2 the faceless man chapter xxx – catching an adulteress

　　WEDNESDAY MORNING, JORWOOD DISTRICT, across the street from Cowie’s.

　　Klein sat on a wooden bench outside of Gadlet’s department store, clutching a paper bag containing the neighborhood’s most famous Sim Kee Dixie pie in one hand and a cup of sweet iced tea in the other.

　　Beside him, there were homeless people curled up sleeping on the other side of the bench, but they were woken up and whisked away by mall security ten minutes later.

　　With gold-rimmed glasses of little prescription on the bridge of his nose and a half-height silk bowler hat, Klein was no different from most of the gentlemen coming and going in the neighborhood.

　　He looked leisurely across the road at Cowie’s, raised his right hand, and took a hard bite of Sim Kee Dixie Pie, only to feel the meaty, juicy flavor that filled his mouth with the aftertaste.

　　The reason why this pie from Dixie Bay can stand out in the South in many models of pie, relying on the willingness to put oil, willing to use fat meat, but also chopped up, fat and thin mixed, will not be mushy.

　　That juice with a strong meat flavor soaked into the outer layer of the pie crust, neutralizing the dryness, make up for the shortcomings, so that the wheat flavor layers presented, and interspersed with small pieces of crushed apples, with a slightly tart and sweet taste to stimulate the appetite, to dissolve the taste of oil.

　　It’s not bad …… Bakerland, although the weather is bad and pollution is serious, but other aspects are really far better than Tingen, different places and different styles of food can be found, a variety of opera and theater, as long as you are not afraid to spend money, you can see …… although may not necessarily go to eat, will go to see , but at least have the right to choose, this is the benefit of the metropolis …… Klein picked up the sweet iced tea and sipped it comfortably.

　　His eyes never left the front door of Cowham’s office, where he had sat at eight o’clock for the ten pounds of income, having bought his breakfast on the way.

　　Of course, for most private detectives, earning ten pounds for a single commission was definitely an enviable deal; it was the equivalent of about three weeks’ salary for a normal middle-class man!

　　According to the information provided by Mary Gale, her husband currently holds the position of First Manager of Cowiem, and is Luke Sommer’s boss, however, their shareholding in Cowiem originated from Mary’s father, and was an inheritance from her.

　　One of the immediate reasons she suspected her husband of having a mistress was that an employee within the company had confided in her that Doragu Gale would leave alone on Wednesday and Friday mornings every week and not return until the afternoon, plus he would leave work early two days a week, and Mary had never seen her husband step foot in the house before seven o’clock.

　　After breakfast, Klein waited another hour or so before he finally saw his target walk out of Cowim’s.

　　He wore a black bowler hat, a tweed double-breasted coat with a standard bow tie, a slight build, yellowish sideburns, slightly brown eyes, and a somewhat long face ref.

　　Doragu Gale …… Klein silently recited the name of his target, brushed himself up, lifted his cane and the heavy portable camera, and walked across the street.

　　Doragou did not allow himself to be picked up by his coachman, and stood at the side of the road, looking around for a hired carriage.

　　Taking advantage of this, Klein crossed the road to his side and, feigning carelessness, bumped against the other.

　　”Sorry, I was looking for the road.” Klein bowed his head and apologized.

　　Doragu frowned at once, but kept his silence and waved his hand, signaling that it was nothing.

　　Krynn was busy bending over and curtsying before heading down the street.

　　He just bumped into Dorag, not to steal the other party’s belongings, in order to use the “Divining Staff Method” to easily complete the tracking, which is too easy to be detected and detected.

　　At the moment of the collision, Klein did only one thing, that is, his double-breasted long dress spare buttons, with the agility of the “clown”, quietly tucked into one of the target’s decorative pockets.

　　Turning down the street, he stopped and looked back just in time to see Dorago boarding a hired carriage.

　　In no hurry to follow, Klein waited patiently for a few minutes before slowly boarding another carriage and addressing the driver:

　　”Follow my directions to the end of this street first.”

　　”Good.” The coachman didn’t ask why.

　　Inside the carriage, Klein held his cane and began to divine.

　　But instead of pointing to Dolaguerre, his statement became “The whereabouts of the spare buttons of my dress.”

　　The original and most practical use of the “Staff of Divination” was to find things, and only “diviners” could use it to find people, but this time Kraven restored it to its original form.

　　The most convenient and easy to find items are those belonging to oneself!

　　Along the way, Klein kept asking the driver to adjust the direction, and finally arrived at a house on the street in the Hillside district. When he came around just now, he noticed that there was a garden and a lawn at the back of the house, which was different from ordinary houses.

　　His “staff” told him that Dolaguerre was in this house.

　　Paying his fare of 2 Soules, Klein walked towards the doorway with the marble statue and saw standing there two men in black and white checkered uniforms that seemed to mimic policemen.

　　”I don’t recognize you, where is your membership certificate?” One of the men, who had southern continental ancestry and a tan complexion, reached out and stopped Klein.

　　”Proof of membership?” Klein asked rhetorically with a slight frown as he hid his heavy camera behind his back.

　　The man with the brownish-yellow complexion instantly clamped down on his face:

　　”This is the Kraig Club, and only our members and guests brought by members are allowed in, limited to one.”

　　Klein hmmmed:

　　”And how do I join your club?”

　　”You can only join if you get recommendations from two members.” Instead of a rude dismissal, the tan-skinned man patiently answered the other man’s questions.

　　He couldn’t guarantee that the other would not turn his head and join the club.

　　”Okay.” Klein huffed and decided to activate Plan B.

　　He found a hotel near the Krag Club and asked for a short room for four hours.

　　Then, he unlocked the door to his room, drew the curtains together, and went above the gray mist, letting the tawny parchment and round-bellied fountain pen materialize in front of him.

　　Taking a breath, Klein wrote down the exact same divinatory statement as he had just done:

　　”The whereabouts of the spare buttons of my dress.”

　　This time, it was no longer the “Divination Staff Method”, but the “Dreamland Divination Method”!

　　The reason why he didn’t do it in the outside world was because Klein thought that the so-called Kraig Club looked quite high-end, and suspected that there might be powerful extraordinary people inside, so in order not to waste time, he simply put it in place at once.

　　The gray dream world was the first place Klein saw Doragu’s tweed black coat, which hung on a coat rack in front of a round table placed on a carpet.

　　The image stretched and the tumbling man and woman came into Klein’s view; the man was none other than Doragu Gale and the woman was blonde and younger, early twenties at best.

　　Her frowning expression of pain was quite flattering …… Why do I always have to see this kind of image …… Klein covered his eyes and awoke.

　　The matter of Doragu having a mistress should be certain …… It is how to get substantial evidence …… in the way of answered prayers? But this is limited to obtaining it by itself, only by sketching, not through a camera …… I can not draw a picture out with my bare hands, right? It seems that today is not possible, wait to follow the woman, figure out her address and name, I do not believe, they are inside the Kraig Club on every date …… Detective Klein quickly had the next thought.

　　Just as he was about to leave this mysterious space above the gray mist, he suddenly thought of another thing.

　　That is to do a divination by the way, to confirm that the iron black nematode infiltrated into their own room is manipulated by the “soothsayer” pathway of the extraordinary people.

　　He didn’t do it before because he felt that the corresponding information was too lacking, it was difficult to create something out of nothing, and there would definitely be a failure of divination, even in the gray fog, plus the previous times he came in, he had his own important matters, so he really didn’t have time to pay attention to other problems, so he never bothered about it, and now, it’s idle, so it won’t kill him to do a little divination.

　　As for the question of whether or not there was a risk in contacting Aztec, he had divined it a long time ago, and the answer was yes, there was a risk, and it wasn’t small, so it could only be used as a last resort.

　　Scribbling the corresponding divination statement, Klein unclasped the silver chain inside his cuff and let the citrine pendant dangle from the paper.

　　”The iron-black nematodes that infiltrated my room earlier are being manipulated by an extraordinary person of the ‘Diviner’ pathway.”

　　……

　　After seven silent readings, Klein opened his eyes and saw the spirit pendulum doing a clockwise rotation, fast and wide.

　　Definitely …… the answer was yes!

　　Wasn’t it supposed to fail? Klein didn’t expect to get such an answer; according to his diviner’s instincts, there was a high probability that such a divination would fail.

　　Why? He furrowed his brows and thought for a while before deciding to change his divination method and change his divination target.

　　He wanted to directly divine the manipulator, using the “dream divination method”!

　　This time, Klein did not see anything in the dream, and could not obtain the corresponding revelation of the “soothsayer” pathway extraordinary person.

　　”This is the right thing ……” he whispered, looking back at the previous divination, fell into deep thought.

　　Should be the lack of conditions, divination failed, just like the latter …… Could it be, could it be, this mysterious space itself to make up the necessary conditions? It contains “soothsayer” pathway something? Klein suddenly had a flash of light, had a bold idea!

　　Perhaps, this mysterious space above the gray fog is somehow related to the “Diviner” path!

　　Well …… Klein tapped on the edge of the ancient long table, thinking about it but could not find any other proof, can only temporarily press this matter, ready to return to the real world.

　　”No matter what, at least one thing has been determined, that is, the ambassador has the ‘Diviner’ pathway of the middle sequence of extraordinary people around, and whether or not he is a member of the Mithraic Order is not the focus of …… This may be the reason why I have obtained the Sequence 7, or even the Sequence 6 magic potion formula!” Klein spread out his spirituality, wrapped himself in it, and fell into the gray mist.

　　……

　　Meanwhile, inside the study of Viscount Grelint’s house.

　　Audrey asked her master to guard the door outside, and she herself looked at Hugh and Forsyth, and said in deep thought for a few seconds:

　　”I have a mission that I need your help with.”

　　”What mission?” Hugh’s eyes lit up, as if he could smell the ink scent of banknotes.

　　Audrey gave a ceremonial smile:

　　”Assassinate the Intis ambassador to the kingdom, Beclan Jean Madan.”