The Faceless Man Chapter 220 – The Intelligence Peddler
The original Creator? Klein froze for a moment, and then thought of the intel the old Kohler had given him earlier:
Recently, some people have been preaching the belief in the Original Creator in the Eastern District, Docklands, and Factory District, believing that K has not really passed away, and exists in everyone and everything, and that if you serve K and praise K with all your heart and soul, not only will you be redeemed after you die and enter K’s heavenly kingdom, but also your current life can be greatly improved, for example, by having a Zanba Stealing Nae Haetae bath every day.
This was very close to the Aurora Society’s theory of the Mutant Creator, so Klein judged at the time that it was that hidden organization that did it, feeling that they had started to pay attention to the poor at large after the Lanlus incident.
They had grown so arrogant that they were pulling people into religion on the road? Klein answered with discretion:
”I’ve heard about it.”
The middle-aged man with the outdated clothes burst into a smile:
”Then do you know about the doomsday to come? Do you know that the original Creator will establish an earthly sanctuary to harbor the faithful?”
For a moment, Klein wanted to follow the trend of being proselytized, and slowly penetrate into the Aurora Society’s peripheral organizations, collecting corresponding evidence and clues, and retaliating against the other party’s actions of searching for the “Fool” believers, but after careful consideration, he felt that this was too dangerous, and that relying on himself alone was tiring, troublesome, and might not necessarily be effective.
In the end, he decided to report this phenomenon to the “Mechanical Heart” and let the official organization deal with it!
Having figured this out, Klein instantly sank his expression:
”Don’t know, don’t want to know either!”
He stepped forward and shook off the other party, ignoring the middle-aged man’s shouts.
On his way out of the East End, he watched carefully, noticing that many of the workers who had lost their jobs due to the improvements in the textile machines and the docks going into the off-season were gathered in groups, listening to the reassurance and teachings of the unknown man.
The investigation of the Eastern District, Dock District and Factory District was done in the first two months, how come the three major churches and the House haven’t come out with concrete measures yet? Their attention to this side must have increased, and they will not fail to discover this situation now ah …… want to put a long line to catch a big fish? This, this is very easy to play off ah! Klein, while bellyaching, pressed the duck-tongue hat on top of his head, walked out of the East End, and went straight to the area of the Beckland Bridge.
The “Braveheart” bar had just opened at noon, and there were hardly any drunks, only the busy workers in the neighborhood would enter here and ask for a simple lunch.
Crane mingled among them, ordering an oatmeal bread with pork sausage and a Southwell ale for ten pence, looking very rich.
Slowly and methodically filling his stomach and draining his beer, he then looked to the bartender:
”Is Kaspars Canlinen around?”
He intended to stop by and replenish some of his regular ammo.
The bartender glanced at him:
”You haven’t been here in what seems like forever?
”Kaspers died, supposedly he was restless in his sleep at night, wrapped up too tight and smothered himself, huh, I don’t really believe that happens, I’ve only heard of similar situations in ghost stories, but that’s what those black and white dogs say.”
The black and white dogs refer to police officers in black and white checkered uniforms.
Muffled to death by their own quilts? This sounds very occult …… is that the high sequence powerhouse of the Rose School who chose to kill to vent his anger because he hadn’t been able to find Ms. Sharon and Maric? Where’s the high sequence powerhouse’s digit? According to this, Kaspers can’t contact Miss Sharon and the others either …… Maybe they’ve already left Berkland ……
Kaspers has not fully anticipated the dangers of the transcendental world. If it were me, I wouldn’t have returned to the “Braveheart” bar, I would have taken my savings and moved to a different city for a change of scenery. …… However, under normal circumstances, the High Sequence Powers wouldn’t be able to deal with this kind of ordinary people. This kind of ordinary people, at most forced “psychic” when not to consider whether there are sequelae …… worthy of the indulgence of desire of the Rose School, the high sequence of powerful people can actually do this kind of thing ……
Klein was surprised and sympathized with the black market weapons merchant.
The bartender wiped his glass and continued:
”If you are looking to buy some items, there is a new merchant now.”
”Who?” Klein asked casually.
”‘The Old Man’, right here in Pool Room Three.” The bartender said without looking up.
Klein got up at once, paced slowly toward the familiar place, and knocked on the hidden door of the room.
”Come in.” A voice came out.
This voice is a bit familiar …… Klein pushed open the wooden door and looked inside.
Standing by the ball table was a boy who wasn’t too old, wearing an old overcoat, a brown yarmulke, and had bright red eyes, and was none other than Ian, whom Klein had met when he first arrived in Berkland and had to spend a lot of money to have Mr. A of the Aurora Society kill the Intis ambassador to the Kingdom of Ruun, Beckrand Jean Madan, due to the disappearance of Detective Zerrell, who had been entrusted with the case, who had been involved in the fight for the third-generation Differential Machine manuscripts .
”It’s you, Detective Moriarty?” Ian was startled.
He had deliberately plastered two whiskers on his mouth to make himself look old.
Klein smiled and entered the pool room, closing the doorway to the room with a smooth click:
”Long time no see.”
He was initially quite surprised by Ian’s appearance here and becoming a black market weapons trader, but then he thought of some details and thought it made sense:
Kraven had found the “Brave Man” bar and Kaspers-Kanlinen because of Ian’s introduction.
The older boy was bound to have some contacts in the neighborhood!
”Yeah.” Ian collected his stunned expression and muttered, “I went to Pritz Harbor to hang out for two months, found that those guys were savage and vicious, and didn’t have any humility or love for kids, so I had to go back to Bakerland and get back to what I’m good at, and then when I met the death of Kasparus, I decided to change my line of work.”
Without waiting for Klein to speak, he added:
”Mr. Detective, it’s always been in my mind that I owe you two more requests.”
There is no need to explain so much, and I don’t care what you did in the past, although I have always felt that this matter of you escaping from MI9 is a bit suspicious, but it’s not too much of a concern …… Klein picked up a club and gestured his posture and said:
”In addition to dealing in underground weapons, you seem to be selling information?”
”Yes.” Ian replied very frankly, “What kind of things do you want to know? Free of charge.”
That’s very bold… …… Guilt towards me because of what happened before? Klein rolled out his cue and struck at the mother ball, letting a red ball fall accurately into the center pocket.
He was not polite and straightened his body and said:
”Recently, they are all looking for the followers of the ‘Fool’, there are a lot of bounties, what news do you have?”
Ian thought carefully and said:
”None.
”I even doubt whether the ‘Fool’ has any followers or not, it’s amazing that no one can find a single clue.”
…… This is the so-called cannon hitting the air …… Klein laughed silently to himself and turned to ask:
”In addition, there is also a reward, someone is looking for a university tutor called Azk Aegis, I want to know who posted this reward, so as to confirm whether to get involved in this matter, heh, the search is a very waste of time.”
Without answering directly, Ian looked around the room and lowered his voice:
”MI9.”
Military Intelligence 9? It wasn’t the Spirit Order …… It really seemed like Ince Zangwill’s arrangement had brought Mr. Aztec into conflict with MI9? Perhaps letting him in on some secret he shouldn’t know? Klein instantly flashed through a series of thoughts and finally smiled:
”It seems that I don’t have to worry about the reward being fake, but I’m afraid that that Azik Aegis is being tracked down by MI9 because of what secrets he holds, and in that case, maybe the day I get the reward will be the last days of my life.”
Ian spread his hands:
”That I’m not sure about.
”But you could just offer clues.”
”Not a bad suggestion.” Without further questioning, Klein spent five sous to replenish some regular bullets and left the Bar of the Brave.
Getting into the hired carriage, looking out the window at the gloomy weather, he suddenly sighed a little:
”The death of Kaspers-Kanlinen means that Ms. Sharon and Maric will abandon this ‘stronghold’. I can only contact them unilaterally, it’s hard to find them again ……
”Unless they meet difficulties and need help, or reach the stage of dealing with that evil spirit in the underground relics, I shouldn’t be able to see them.
”Although they are not considered friends, they have cooperated twice, and they are acquaintances that I can socialize with as an extraordinary person without having to hide my face, so that makes the number of similar people missing by a full two.
”If I hadn’t just gone through the ‘Apostle of Desire’ incident, there would only be the odd vampire left, Emlyn White, who could communicate about the Mystic Realm without making a disguise.
”Fortunately, fortunately ……”
In the midst of silent sighs, an illusory and fluttering voice suddenly rang in Klein’s ears:
”What’s the matter with you?”
Klein instantly shrugged his cold hairs, and when he saw clearly who was sitting in front of him, he let out a sigh of relief and laughed helplessly:
”Ms. Sharon, do you always show up unknowingly like this?”
Sharon, wearing a long gothic court dress and a small black fedora, was currently sitting quietly on the other side of the carriage wagon, her face as pale as ever.
”Next time I’ll knock on the window.” Sharon nodded without emotional upheaval.
She didn’t repeat her previous question and just looked at Klein in that quiet introspective way.
Cold knocking on the window? This is equally scary ah …… Klein didn’t rush to mention the matter of the “human skin ghost shadow” and asked instead:
”That High Sequence powerhouse is gone?”
”Yes.” Sharon spat out a word.
Slightly relieved, Klein cautioned:
”Or it could be a trap.”
When he said that, he remembered something and was busy adding:
”I finished reading the Book of Secrets and got the corresponding information from some other sources, praying to the ‘primordial moon’ can easily go wrong, it’s best not to try it.”
”Good.” Sharon didn’t ask why.
She paused for a second, her voice drifting:
”‘Primal Moon’ and ‘Bound God’ are suspected to be mortal enemies.”
Because of the interchangeable sequences? Or some other reason? Klein thoughtfully steered the conversation on course:
”Ms. Sharon, do you know where the ‘Human Skin Phantom’ is characterized?”
The doll-like Sharon listened calmly and nodded her head:
”Know.”