Chapter 35 The Waiting Sides

Both parties know the whereabouts of Hermoschuin's manuscript, and this matter will come to an end tonight... The ambassador will be able to take action, and he will have the energy to take revenge... This is why the danger is about to come ? Klein probably understood the previous divination results and inexplicable omens.

If there is no "Foul Words" charm, and there is no strong bodyguard of 1,000 pounds for three days, he will most likely go to the police station now, and go to the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery's Backlund headquarters to "temporarily live" in St. Hierland Church, to avoid Launch a possible attack and wait for the ambassador to be assassinated——As for the success of the assassination, Klein is not sure. Anyway, he has already considered the worst outcome and has a certain plan.

But now, now that he has double preparations, he will undoubtedly not adopt the evasive strategy and stay at home, pretending not to know anything.

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

The "Hunter" Meursault in Sequence 9 was killed by me, and if I send someone over, it will be at least a Sequence 7, maybe even a Sequence 6, a Sequence 5, or the number of piles. No matter what, as long as I solve them, I will get Recipe, obtain Extraordinary characteristics, recover some losses...well, I will tell my bodyguard lady, I was lucky, I got benefits from the "black ears" I bought, and became an Extraordinary. After all, if the battle is fierce, I can't Concealing this, and what I said is almost the truth, I did get a lot of benefits from that "black ear"... Klein thought about the next thing, and almost instinctively wanted to draw the crimson moon on his chest .

May the Goddess bless you, the Extraordinary who came from the "Seer" path! He said a silent prayer.

Thinking of this, he looked around the room, trying to find his bodyguard, worried that the other party would run away quietly after hearing the whole story.

The living room and dining room are warmly lit, illuminating the coffee table, sofa and chairs, but there is no one else.

Just when Klein was getting nervous, he suddenly saw a face appearing on the glass cover of the gas lamp in the living room area. It had pale golden hair, delicate features, and a pale face.

This lady still has some confidence in her own strength... Klein's mind stabilized, and he whispered as if talking to himself:

"I'm also extraordinary.

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"I went to the party through Kaspers, bought a lucky item, and got certain benefits. Of course, it's just a benefit for people like me."

These two words of his are the truth, no matter what method they face, they can stand the test.

But putting these two sentences together would make people think that that benefit made him a Extraordinary.

The face shown on the glass of the gas lamp nodded slightly, then disappeared quickly, and there was no other response.

Klein's appearance seemed unchanged, but he quietly let out a sigh of relief inwardly.

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

After a while, the tinkling sound echoed again, and someone rang the doorbell again.

who? Klein's spirit tensed instantly, and he put his hands into his pockets, touching the Tarot card and the "Foul Words" spell respectively.

He walked slowly towards the door, and with the help of the clown's ability, he had a premonition of the scene he would see after opening the door:

The crimson moon is still looming, the elegant gas street lamps have not changed, and a sheriff wearing a black and white checkered uniform with three V on his epaulets waits impatiently by the door.

He had a short brown beard under his chin, and he was the sheriff who handled the "Sherlock Moriarty's self-defense case" before.

Jurgen seems to have mentioned his name, Sergeant Farthing? Well, I can go and get back the 10 pounds bail tomorrow and the day after... What is he here for? MI9 sent him to find Ian Wright? Or tell me where to go to temporarily avoid danger? In doubt, Klein held the handle.

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Located in the Intis Embassy in Backlund's West District, the lights are bright, and the smell of various perfumes and liquors diffuses to every corner along with the melodious melody.

There is a dance going on here.

During the past few years when Bakerland was an ambassador, he often held balls at the embassy, ​​inviting bankers, big factory owners, big philanthropists, and other famous rich men and barristers from the Kingdom of Loen to participate, and randomly gave certain subordinates business opportunities.

In such an atmosphere, he would tell the guests about the prosperity and openness of Trier, and that the Republic of Intis is no longer dominated by nobles. Bankers, factory owners, lawyers and other groups are the masters of the country. They directly and indirectly Sweeping most of the seats, determining the direction of national policy, enjoying real freedom, and having a lofty status.

Today's Bakerland is also doing similar things, holding a wine glass, constantly appearing in front of the guests, as if he wants to prove that he is at the banquet at this time and has not gone out.

I should have already got the manuscript... After I learned from the trembling detective that Ian Wright had appeared at the telegraph office on Bram Street, I was arranging everything, and now it's time to harvest... ...Bakerland, who had a thin face but a great taste, drank the bloody Almir wine and walked towards the balcony, intending to enjoy the cool night breeze.

After learning that Ian had sent a telegram, as a senior "conspirator" and professional intelligence officer, Bakerland keenly thought that the other party was contacting his boss's boss, so he quickly let the Beckland team lurking in the intelligence agency of the Feysac Empire The double-sided spy investigation obtained the meeting time, place and method agreed by Ian and the "team leader".

Afterwards, he pretended that there was no such thing, and continued to send people to look for Ian near Bram Street, and successfully found him, which also attracted the blocking of MI9.

According to his arrangement, the on-site intelligence personnel deliberately let Ian go, so that MI9 believed that the two sides were on the same starting line.

After paralyzing the main opponent, he dispatched another, undisclosed intelligence personnel to ambush Ian and the "team leader" of the Feysac Empire, hoping to find the manuscript and bring out Lu's manuscript without MI9 noticing it. En Kingdom.

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

Someone from MI9 actually appeared!

They should have been concealed, but they appeared!

The presence of Rosago is definitely not a factor of divination, and MI9 is ​​not good at divination at all... This shows that we have moths inside... I hope Rosago can take the first step, get the manuscript, and give it to "Shadow" to take away …Bakerland deliberately organized a dance party to avoid suspicion, so he could no longer interfere with the progress of the matter, so he could only pray for his subordinates to help.

According to his arrangement, after Rosago succeeds, he will immediately transfer the item to another intelligence officer, an intelligence officer who has never been used before, and then Rosago will distract the people from MI9 and make Some incidents continued to interfere with the "line of sight" and attracted the attention of his companions. During this process, Bakerland asked Rosago to kill the little detective.

If it wasn't for him, MI9 would never have known about the matter, and everything would have gone very smoothly... My connection with the Zmanger party would not have been exposed, and I would not have been transferred back to China... He didn't Run away, thinking that MI9 will always protect him, and staying at home is safer than running away? Bakerland rubbed his face.

He has received an order. After the operation corresponding to the manuscript is over, he will hand over the intelligence-related matters to the first-class military attache of the embassy, ​​and wait for the new ambassador to take office and hand over.

Backlund is quite reluctant to stay here. Although Backlund has bad weather and heavy pollution, it is not one of the most prosperous cities in the world.

Moreover, the ladies and wives here are relatively conservative, not those sluts in China, slowly seducing them to bed, and getting rid of their conservativeness little by little, is a very fulfilling and fascinating thing, unfortunately, I want to say goodbye to these beautiful people Damn... Bakerland thought a little depressed, and hated that little detective who dared to resist more and more.

As for Rosago's own safety, Bakerland was not worried at all. He believed that as long as the other party wanted to, as long as he was not locked by a high-sequence powerhouse, he could escape immediately if he wanted to. This was because Rosago had a special extraordinary ability.

Thinking about it, Bakerland's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a young girl in a dark red dress standing on the edge of the balcony holding a wine glass.

She has a beautiful face and elegant temperament, black hair flowing and smooth, and light brown eyes that seem to hide many words.

Bakerland immediately walked over, chatted with her familiarly, and learned that this girl was the daughter of a lumber merchant, named Irene, and her father was not too rich, and was trying his best to make his way to the upper echelons.

With the help of his status as ambassador of Intis, Bakerland quickly gained Irene's admiring gaze.

After dancing two dances together, the body movements of the two became intimate.

"Beautiful lady, I would like to invite you to my room to taste the Aulmeer wine, from 1286." Bakerland hinted.

Irene replied almost without hesitation:

"OK."

The two left the ball hall, quietly went to the second floor, entered Bakerland's room, and told the guards to stay away and not to disturb them.

Before the so-called 1286 Ormere wine appeared, Bakerland enthusiastically brought Irene to the bed.

During the tumbling, Irene's not-so-complicated skirt fell off, and her white arms wrapped around her.

Her hands grabbed Bakerland's shoulder blades, and her nails and veins suddenly grew black, thin, fluffy "spider feet"!

boom!

Irene's eyes suddenly protruded slightly, and white foam came out of her mouth.

Bakerland withdrew the fist that hit the opponent's abdomen, and stood up from the bed, without the hasty expression just now, with a cold expression on his face.

"Who sent you here?" Bakerland asked in a low voice.

Irene wanted to stand up, but she couldn't succeed in pain, her eyes were terrified and stunned.

Seeing the expression of this beautiful girl, Bakerland smiled and said:

"I am indeed obsessed with beautiful women, but I know this problem myself, so every time I face beautiful women, I am very careful."

"Tell me, who sent you here?"

"Don't think about patience, I am very good at using fire."

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