Chapter 22 Busy Week 1

After making a rough guess, Klein didn't rush to confirm it. He pretended that nothing had happened, and turned the direction of the paper around so that it was facing him. &1t;/p>

The information he wrote about Ian Wright is absolutely true, even if he uses divination techniques to confirm, he will get a positive answer. Therefore, he believes that the people on the ambassador's side will follow this line to check and get A certain harvest, no motivation and no time to retaliate against myself in a short period of time. &1t;/p>

Similarly, he will continue to spread out the papers on the desk for the monitors of the special military department to see, guide them to relax their focus on themselves, shift their focus to Ian Wright, and race against time with that ambassador looking for someone. &1t;/p>

In this way, Klein will be safer. &1t;/p>

"I feel like I'm walking a tightrope. Could this be the special physique of the 'clown'?" He smiled and shook his head, opened the oriel window, wanting to take a breath of fresh morning air, but the thick and spicy smog outside made him close it silently window. &1t;/p>

Pressing down the paper with Ian's information on it with an ink bottle, Klein went to the bathroom next door to clean himself up, then took off the black double-breasted long dress and half-height silk top hat hanging from the coat rack, and went all the way to the second floor . &1t;/p>

He and Lawyer Jurgen made an appointment to have breakfast today. &1t;/p>

Pulling out a black silver inlaid cane from the umbrella stand in the hallway, Klein walked along the edge of the street in the fog with visibility less than ten meters, all the way to No. 58 Minsk Street, and rang the doorbell of the gloomy house. &1t;/p>

Amidst the sound of jingling, a blue-eyed black cat with its tail cocked suddenly appeared in his mind. &1t;/p>

The black cat Brody walked in a straight line, came to the door, held his posture for two seconds, jumped up suddenly, and stretched out his palm to grab the doorknob. &1t;/p>

Afterwards, it inevitably fell, turned the handle with its weight, and opened the door. &1t;/p>

With a creak, the morning wind blew, and the door slowly retreated. &1t;/p>

The black cat Brody glanced at Klein proudly, then walked to the side on his own. &1t;/p>

"What a smart cat." Klein praised the old lady Doris in a white apron. &1t;/p>

Doris laughed until her wrinkles stretched out one by one: &1t;/p>

"It depends on its mood, most of the time it will pretend to be stupid, as if it doesn't understand what you are saying, oh, I have prepared my best bean and turnip soup for you, eat it with bread. "&1t;/p>

Bean and turnip soup... the name sounds like a dark dish... Klein smiled and said: &1t;/p>

"I'm looking forward to it."&1t;/p>

While speaking, Lawyer Jurgen came out of the bathroom. Even in his own home, even though he had just woken up not long ago, he was still dressed meticulously, with a crisp white shirt, a tight-fitting brown-yellow vest, and the line of the trouser legs seemed to have just been ironed. &1t;/p>

"The contract you want has been sorted out. Let's see if there is anything missing." Jurgen swept his blue eyes and went straight to the point without making any greetings. &1t;/p>

His brown hair is combed back neatly, and the luster of the hair oil can be clearly seen. &1t;/p>

"Okay." Klein leaned on his cane, took off his hat and coat, followed Jurgen into the study on the first floor, and accepted a substantial contract. &1t;/p>

He stood there, flipping through it casually, the more he read it, the more he felt a headache, and in the end he only hurriedly scanned the key clauses.

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I hope that there are all of them, and the terms that were neglected before have also been added. For example, instead of paying Leppard 100 pounds in one lump sum, there are three time points, which will be paid in installments according to his progress. The first installment is 50 pounds... …That’s right, so I don’t have to go to Backlund Bank for the time being, and take out the remaining 100 pounds in my unregistered account, the money on my body is enough… Klein closed the file, and said with a smile to Ergen: &1t; /p>

"I am very satisfied, your professionalism is better than I imagined." &1t;/p>

As he spoke, he took out two 1 pound notes that he had prepared. &1t;/p>

Jurgen took the money, gave the remaining contracts to Klein, and said solemnly: &1t;/p>

"If there is a mistake in signing, here are two extra copies, and remember to shredder the remaining contracts in the end." &1t;/p>

The current shredders are hand-cranked mechanical shredders. &1t;/p>

Klein was about to nod, but the old lady Doris in the restaurant shouted loudly: &1t;/p>

"Two great guys, it's time for breakfast!" &1t;/p>

"My grandma's hearing has declined a bit." Jurgen explained, making a gesture of please. &1t;/p>

Klein followed him into the dining room, and saw Mrs. Doris scooped out a spoonful of greenish-yellow thick liquid from the black soup pot, and poured it into the corresponding dinner plate. &1t;/p>

"Come, try it, bean and turnip soup, this is your bread." Mrs. Doris pointed at the suspicious food with a smile on her face. &1t;/p>

Klein glanced at Jurgen, and saw that his expression was more serious than before, and his heart skipped a beat. &1t;/p>

Sitting up forcibly, Klein broke off a piece of white bread, dipped some of the yellow-green thick soup, and stuffed it into his mouth with the spirit of an adventurer. &1t;/p>

"..." He was surprised to find that the taste was quite good. There was an appetite-stimulating sweetness in the light salty taste, which just brought out the softness and richness of the bread, and the layers were obvious. &1t;/p>

"My grandma used to be an excellent cook." Jurgen said casually as he tasted the breakfast in a soothing manner. &1t;/p>

...Then why do you have to keep a straight face... Seeing that you have no appetite for food... Klein slandered a few words, and threw himself into the relaxation and pleasure brought by delicious food. &1t;/p>

After leaving Jurgen's house, he first transferred to Saatchi Street in St. George's District, and reached a formal agreement with Reppard, paying the first sum of 50 pounds, and the second A sum of 30 pounds will be given after two weeks, depending on the progress of the other party. &1t;/p>

At this point, Klein only had 21 pounds and 8 soli left. &1t;/p>

Then he returned to Jorwood District, and went to the public library here to look through the past year's "Tasok Newspaper", looking for news about Intis' ambassador to the Kingdom of Loen. &1t;/p>

Near noon, he finally saw the black and white photo of the other party, and confirmed that it was the one he saw in his dream divination. &1t;/p>

"Bakerland Jean Madan." Silently reciting the name of the ambassador of the Republic of Intis, Klein walked out of the library and found a small restaurant for lunch. &1t;/p>

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At 2:50 p.m., Klein pretended to take a rest, closed the curtains, walked four steps backwards, and entered above the gray mist. &1t;/p>

He preemptively predicted whether the special military department's monitoring of himself was relaxed, and got an affirmative answer, and then wrote down a divination statement that he had thought up this morning: &1t;/p>

"The infiltrator last night." &1t;/p>

Leaning back on the chair, reciting the sentence silently, Klein lowered his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. &1t;/p>

In the illusory, fragmented, and gray world, his bedroom emerged. &1t;/p>

At this moment, Klein saw a black shadow wriggling in the gap at the bottom of the door! &1t;/p>

A slender, iron-black nematode drilled in. The central position was arched high and flattened, moving towards the desk in a continuous cycle. &1t;/p>

Its movements are very stiff, and it seems to be dismantled into slow motion frame by frame, which has a weird taste. &1t;/p>

The iron-black nematode squirmed to the desk and climbed to the top, leaving a path of steaming slime along the way. &1t;/p>

It stopped in front of the paper on which Ian Wright's information was written, its head suddenly raised, and the central part stood upright, leaving only the tail end to support the body. &1t;/p>

At this moment, it looks like a human being! &1t;/p>

After inspecting it for a while, the iron-black nematode pushed the paper to turn, then returned to the original path, and disappeared. &1t;/p>

It turned out to be like this... In other words, it wasn't that the infiltrator didn't want to take revenge on me last night, it's just that he didn't have the ability... Unless the iron-black nematodes are highly poisonous... Klein suddenly nodded, and then confirmed that by divination. The Extraordinary manipulating the iron black nematode was assigned by Intis ambassador Bakerland Jean Madan. &1t;/p>

After finishing all this, he completely covered the paper bag in the corner with gray fog, and then sent a message to Derrick the "Sun". &1t;/p>

When the hands of the pocket watch were in place, Klein pulled "Justice", "The Hanged Man" and "Sun" into it at the same time. &1t;/p>

This week's "Tarot Club" is coming as scheduled! &1t;/p>

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The familiar gray fog and hazy figures came into view, and Audrey, who was successfully promoted to Sequence 8, half stood up, raised her skirt, and greeted happily: &1t;/p>

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~ good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man, afternoon, Mr. Sun!"&1t;/p>

Klein, who had activated his spiritual vision earlier, noticed that the surface layer of the astral body in the depths of the etheric body of Miss "Justice" had changed again with the help of the special feature above the gray fog. The uniform color was much purer, so he chuckled and said: &1t ;/p>

"Welcome, our Miss 'Mind Reader'."&1t;/p>

Audrey smiled reservedly, said a few words modestly, and turned to look opposite: &1t;/p>

"Mr. Hanged Man, it's time for you to submit your six-page diary for this week."&1t;/p>

Maybe Mister Fool will think of something after seeing it, and tell us a little "common sense"... The corners of her mouth slightly curled up in anticipation. &1t;/p>

Alger nodded, and with Klein's help, began to manifest six pages of Roselle's diary. &1t;/p>

Before, he thought about whether to ask "The Fool" to submit the remaining diaries directly by means of sacrifice, but seeing that the other party didn't seem to be very interested, he gave up this plan after he didn't take the initiative to mention it. &1t;/p>

And this is in line with his cognition, Roselle's diary has a certain effect on the godlike Mister Fool, but not too much, he will collect it, but it is not urgent. &1t;/p>

The six-page diary was completed quickly, and Alger was about to dedicate it to the "Fool" on the top of the long bronze table, when he suddenly remembered something, and said respectfully: &1t;/p>

"Mr. Fool, I have inquired about a piece of information about the Secret Order." &1t;/p>

Above the sea and ocean, the news is not blocked, but it is not timely enough. &1t;/p>

Those big pirates also value information, and often send people to the colonial islands to exchange the information they have collected. It is through this channel that Alger learned about a secret order. &1t;/p>

"Very good." Klein nodded lightly, signaling to "The Hanged Man" to tell the story, and did not shy away from the existence of "Miss Justice" and "Sun" students. &1t;/p>

This helps the former to collect other news about the Secret Order, but the latter doesn't understand it at all. &1t;/p>

At the same time, he let the six pages of the diary flash into his palm. &1t;/p>

"The Hanged Man" Alger said unhurriedly: &1t;/p>

"The Secret Order has a certain relationship with the Republic of Intis." &1t;/p>

The Republic of Intis... Also, Emperor Roselle is from Intis, and Zaratul found him in Intis Dutriel... The Secret Order later participated in the famous Intis The incident... Well, it is not too surprising that the Secret Order still has a certain relationship with the Republic of Intis until today... Klein confirmed it back and forth, confirming that the information provided by the "Hanged Man" is true. &1t;/p>

Oh, just in time, I'm going to deal with the ambassador of the Republic of Intis next... Klein didn't rush to read Roselle's diary, and looked up at the only three members. &1t;/p>

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