After roughly making a guess, Klein did not rush to confirm that he pretended that nothing had happened, and turned the direction of the paper, facing him.

The information he wrote about Ian Wright was absolutely true. Even if he used divination skills to confirm, he would get a positive answer. Therefore, he believed that the people on the ambassador would follow this line and get a certain amount of gains, and would have no motivation or time to take revenge on himself in a short period of time.

Similarly, he would continue to spread the paper on his desk, let the surveillance personnel of special military departments see it, guide them to relax their attention and shift their focus to Ian Wright in this direction, racing against time with the ambassador to find people.

This way, Klein will be safer.

"I feel like walking a tightrope. Is this the special physique of the 'clown'?" He laughed and shook his head, opened the convex belly window, trying to breathe two breaths of fresh morning air, but the rich and spicy haze outside made him silently close the window again.

Pressing the paper with Ian's information with an ink bottle, Klein went to the bathroom next door to clean himself quickly, then took off the black double-breasted long dress and half-height silk top hat hanging from the hood rack, and walked all the way to the second floor.

He and lawyer Jurgen made an appointment to have breakfast today.

Pulling out the black silver cane from the umbrella stand in the hall, Klein followed the edge of the street in the mist with visibility of no more than ten meters and rang the doorbell of the dark house.

As the jingle sound echoed, a blue-eyed black cat with a high tail suddenly appeared in his mind.

The black cat Brody walked in a line and came to the door. After two seconds of force, he suddenly jumped up and reached out to grab the door handle.

Afterwards, it inevitably fell, twisted the handle by weight and opened the door.

With a creaking sound, the morning wind blew and the door slowly retreated.

Black cat Brody looked at Klein proudly and walked to the side.

"What a smart cat." Klein praised Doris, an old lady in a white apron.

Doris smiled and stretched out her wrinkles:

"It depends on its mood. Most of the time it will pretend to be stupid and don't seem to understand what you are saying. Oh, I have prepared my best bean turnip soup for you and eat it with bread."

Bean turnip soup... The name sounds like a dark dish... Klein smiled and said:

"I'm looking forward to it."

While speaking, Lawyer Jurgen walked out of the bathroom. Even at his own home, he was still dressed meticulously, with a straight white shirt, a tight brown vest, and the lines of his trousers seemed to have just been ironed.

"The contract you want is settled. See if there are any missing places." Juergen swept his blue eyes, without saying a greeting, and went straight to the topic.

His brown hair was neatly combed back, and the luster of his hair could be clearly seen.

"Okay." Klein leaned on his cane, took off his hat, took off his coat, followed Jurgen into the study on the first floor, and took over a thick contract.

He stood there, flipping through it casually, and the more he looked, the more he felt a headache, and finally he only hurriedly swept through the key terms.

I hope there are all, and the terms I neglected were also added. For example, instead of paying Rapard 100 in one lump sum, setting up three time points and giving them in installments according to his progress. The first period is 50 pounds... Not bad, so I don't have to go to Beckland Bank for the time being and take out the remaining 100 pounds in my bearer account. The money on my body is enough... Klein closed the documents and smiled at Ergen:

"I'm very satisfied, your professionalism is better than I thought."

He said as he took out the two prepared pound note.

Jurgen took the banknotes and gave the remaining contracts to Klein, saying rigorously:

"If there is an error when signing, there are two extra copies here, and remember to use a shredder for the rest of the contract."

The current paper shredder is a hand-crank mechanical paper shredder.

Klein was about to nod, but the old lady Doris in the restaurant shouted loudly:

"Two guys, it's time to have breakfast!"

"My grandma's hearing has dropped a little." Jurgen explained and made a gesture of asking.

Klein followed him into the restaurant and saw Mrs. Doris scooping out a spoonful of thick liquid with yellow and green from the black soup pot and pouring it into the corresponding plate.

"Come on, try it, bean turnip soup, this is your bread." Mrs. Doris pointed at the pile of suspicious food with a smile.

Klein glanced at Jurgen and saw that his expression was more serious than before, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

After forcing her to sit down, Klein broke off a piece of white bread, dipped it in some yellow-green soup, and stuffed it into his mouth with an adventurer's spirit.

"..." He was surprised to find that the taste was quite good. The faint salty taste was filled with sweetness that stimulated appetite, which just led to the soft and rich aroma of the bread, and the layers were very obvious.

"My grandma used to be an excellent chef." Jurgen said casually as he tasted breakfast soothingly.

...Then why do you have a stern face... You really have no appetite when you eat... Klein whispered a few words and devoted himself to the relaxation and pleasure brought by food.

After leaving the Jurgen's house, he first transferred to Sachee Street, St. Georgetown, and reached a formal agreement with Rapad to pay the first 50 pounds, while the second 30 pounds will be given two weeks later, depending on the other party's progress.

So far, Klein only had £21 and 8 Suller left.

Then he returned to Joewood District, and went to the public library here to search for news about the Tassok newspaper for the past year, looking for Intis' ambassador to the Kingdom of Roone.

Near noon, he finally saw the black and white photo of the other party, confirming that he was the one he saw in his dream divination.

"Berckon Jean Madan." Silently reading the name of the Ambassador of the Republic of Intis, Klein walked out of the library and found a small restaurant to settle for lunch.

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At 2:50 pm, Klein took a break, pulled the curtains, walked four steps backwards, and entered the gray fog.

He took the lead in divining whether the special military departments' surveillance of their own relaxation, and got a positive answer. Then he wrote a divination sentence he had thought of in the morning:

"Last night's infiltrator."

Rearing back to the chair and silently reciting the sentence, Klein's eyes fell down and he fell asleep.

In an illusory, fragmented, and gray world, his bedroom emerged.

Just then, Klein saw a black shadow squirming in the gap at the bottom of the door!

A slender, iron-black nematode came in, and the center was arched high and flattened, constantly moving towards the desk position.

Its movements are very stiff, and it seems to be split into slow motion in one frame at a time, with a strange smell.

The iron-black nematode worm squirmed to the desk, climbed to the top, leaving a road that quickly evaporated mucus along the way.

It stopped in front of the paper with Ian Wright's intelligence written, and its head suddenly rose, and the central part was then raised, leaving only the tail end supporting the body.

At this moment, it is like a human!

After a while of examination, the iron-black nematode pushed the paper to turn, then returned the same way and disappeared.

So that's it... In other words, the intruder last night didn't want to revenge me, but he simply didn't have that ability... unless the iron black nematode was highly poisonous... Klein nodded suddenly and used divination to confirm that the extraordinary person who manipulated the iron black nematode was assigned by Ambassador Berkelon Jean Madan.

After doing all this, he completely covered the paper bag in the corner with gray fog, and then passed the message to "Sun" Derrick.

When the pocket watch's pointer is in place, Klein pulls in "Justice", "Hangered Man" and "Sun" at the same time.

This week's "Tarot Club" arrived as scheduled!

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The familiar gray fog and hazy figures came into view. Audrey, who was promoted to the 8th place, stood up halfway, lifted her skirt with a faint greeting:

"Good afternoon, Mr. 'fool'~ Good afternoon, Mr. 'hanged man', afternoon, Mr. 'Sun'!"

Klein, who had already opened his spiritual vision, took advantage of the specialty above the gray fog and noticed that the surface of the astral spirit body in the depths of Miss Justice's etheric body has changed again, and the unified color has become much purer, so he chuckled:

"Welcome, our Miss 'Miss Reader'."

Audrey smiled reservedly, said a few modesty words, and turned to look at the opposite side:

"Sir 'Hangered Man', it's time for you to submit your six-page diary for the week."

Maybe after seeing this, Mr. "Follower" will think of something and tell us some "common sense"... Her lips were slightly raised and she looked forward to it.

Alger nodded and began to show the six-page Russell diary with the help of Klein.

He had thought before whether to ask the "fool" for instructions and submit the remaining diary directly by offering sacrifices, but when he saw that the other party seemed not very interested, he did not take the initiative to mention it, he gave up this plan.

This is very consistent with his perception. Rossell's diary has a certain effect on the god-like "fool" Mr., but it is not too great. He will collect it, but he will never be anxious.

The Six-Page Diary was completed soon, and Alger was about to present it to the "fool" at the top of the bronze long table. Suddenly, he remembered something and quickly spoke respectfully:

"Mr. 'Follower', I found out about the secret sect."

Above the ocean, the news is not blocked, it is just not timely enough.

The pirates also attached importance to intelligence and often sent people to board colonial islands to exchange the information they collected. It was from this channel that Alger learned about a secret memorial service.

"Very good." Klein nodded gently, signaling the "Hanging Man" to tell the story, without avoiding the existence of Miss Justice and the "Sun" classmates.

This helps the former to collect other news from the tantric practice, while the latter does not understand at all.

At the same time, he let the six-page diary flash into his palm.

"The Hanging Man" Alger said unhurriedly:

"The Secretariat has a certain connection with the Republic of Intis."

The Republic of Intis... Also, Emperor Rosel the Great was from Intis, and Zarathu found him in Trier, the capital of Intis... The Secretariat also participated in the famous incident of Intis... Well, the Secretariat still has a certain connection with the Intis Republic today. It is not too surprising that Klein confirmed before and after that, confirming that the information provided by the "Hangered Man" was true.

Oh, just in time, I will deal with the ambassador of the Republic of Intis next... Klein was not in a hurry to read Rossel's diary, but looked up at the only three members.
Chapter completed!