Chapter 239: Each Having Their Own "Gathering"

*Well, I don't need it anymore, but I can give it to Susie, and I can

exchange it for other Beyonder ingredients. Well, Susie's potion is

still short of the spinal fluid from a Farsman Rabbit... Some things are

easier left to Susie, it's far more convenient for her than for me...

Every "famous detective" needs a good assistant. Uh-huh!* Audrey

quickly made her decision. To her, this was no longer something she

particularly cared about.

As she put down the telegram, her pleasure subsided, and the worries of

reality began to emerge.

*I still owe Mr. Fool intelligence regarding the Secret Order, the

mission to assassinate the Intis ambassador, and a request from his

Blessed... I've finally experienced the feeling of being riddled in

debt... Audrey, we can't delay any longer! Let's start!* The

girl quietly clenched her fists. She wanted to find a pen and paper and

write a letter to Viscount Glaint so that he could arrange for her to

meet Xio and Fors as soon as possible. She needed to delegate the

mission.

She picked up a fountain pen, dipped it in ink, and suddenly, Audrey

held her wrist in midair without writing.

She had just thought of a crucial problem which was that she knew very

little about the Intis ambassador Bakerland. In such cases, it was easy

to misjudge the difficulty of a mission, either because no one was

willing to accept it or because the mission had been entrusted to an

unsuitable person, dooming the mission to fail at the very beginning.

The resulting growing cost wasn't her main concern; instead, she

believed that The Fool would better reward her and help her even

further.

After pondering for a moment, Audrey turned her head to her maidservant,

Annie, and said, "Tell Countess Jaria that I accept her invitation and

will punctually attend her ball tomorrow evening."

Jaria was the wife of Earl Wolfe, and she had invited ambassadors to

Loen from every country to her upcoming ball, including Bakerland Jean

Madan.

Audrey had planned on declining the invitation with the excuse of being

sick, but now she was interested in the ball.

After she observed Ambassador Bakerland and gathered enough information,

she would meet with Xio and Fors! Audrey suddenly felt the excitement of

participating in a major event that she always dreamed of!


First Manor in the Rorsted Archipelago, City of Generosity, Bayam.

Having returned to the real world, Alger Wilson changed into attire that

was considered gaudy in the Intis Republic and went through the back

door of the hotel into the alley and made several detours.

He stopped in front of a house with no garden or lawn and put on a

familiar white mask.

Next, he knocked on the door with three heavy knocks and two light ones,

separating them with two lengthy pauses and two short pauses

respectively.

After about ten seconds, the door creaked open. A man wearing a pirate's

headband stuck his head out and looked around quickly.

"Come in," the man said with a deep voice as he made way.

Without a word, Alger quietly walked into the room.

Creak!

The door slammed shut.


At 15 Minsk Street, Klein drew the curtains open and sat down at his

desk.

The information about the Secret Order that was given to him by The

Hanged Man made him realize that his target might have certain

connections to the Intis Republic. At the same time, he was reminded of

the words The Hanged Man had used to describe the Antigonus

family---"strange" and "terrifying."

*The Beyonder who sneaked into my room last night to read the

information and leave me a warning was indeed strange... The Sequence

pathway that the Antigonus family has in their control is the Seer

pathway which the Secret Order possesses. The two can be equated... That

is to say, one can speculate that the Beyonder from last night was a

member of the Secret Order who works part-time as an Intis Republic spy?

Or could the person not be a member of the Secret Order, but someone who

used the connection between the Intis Republic and the Secret Order to

obtain the corresponding formulas and potions?* Klein began to

boldly assume that as he carefully tried to verify.

*This can explain why my Clown's premonition ability didn't trigger when

the strange threadworm intruded. This is the suppression effect of a

Beyonder from a higher Sequence that shares the same pathway as me... Of

course, it's also possible that the iron-black threadworm posed no

concrete threat to me...*

*Similarly, it can be explained why the threadworm infiltrated my room

the same night that I wrote the information regarding Ian Wright.

Furthermore, it went straight for the desk... The other party is

equipped with Seer abilities, making matters appear reasonably

logical...*

After repeatedly verifying his speculation, Klein felt that his guess

was very likely close to the truth.

*If the person in question is a relatively higher Sequence Beyonder from

the Seer pathway, what Sequence number would he be? And what would the

potion name be? To have the threadworm in his control, could it be

another component of a circus, the Beast Tamer?* Klein shook his

head in a self-deprecating manner while feeling amused.

*Perhaps my subsequent potion formula will be obtained from him... Is

this the true meaning of the revelation I received from my former

divination? Backlund really is the Land of Hope...* Klein

muttered a few words to himself and began to consider what to do next.

He had entrusted the task of assassinating the Intis Ambassador

Bakerland to put an end to all latent dangers. He had to avoid

suspicion, but he didn't have the ability needed to do so.

After Ian Wright's whereabouts were revealed to both sides, he was

confident that Ambassador Bakerland wouldn't have time to exact revenge

on him in the near future and wouldn't add to his problems.

Finding the extremely important item he mentioned was obviously what he

was most concerned about.

*In other words, before that item is found, I will be safe. I won't need

to rush to hire powerful, Beyonder bodyguards... Hmm, even if there's

any follow-up revenge, it's unlikely the ambassador will hire a

High-Sequence Beyonder to deal with me. It's neither economical nor

necessary; after all, Backlund isn't his home ground...*

*The highest possibility is that he would still get the Beyonder who

sent the iron-black threadworm to infiltrate my room last night. He

would at least be at Sequence 7, and perhaps even Sequence 6 or 5. He

has the strength required and is familiar with the situation... When the

time comes, I just need to hire a bodyguard according to this

standard... I hope that before then, the Ambassador will never be able

to issue such an order...* Klein looked out of the window at the

fog which had finally dissipated, seemingly in a daze.

He decided to continue heading to Bravehearts Bar tonight. Firstly, this

was to come into contact with other Beyonders through Kaspars so as to

choose a suitable bodyguard. Secondly, he could find an opportunity to

sell Meursault's Beyonder characteristic, gather some funds, and see if

anyone was selling any powerful mystic items to enhance his strength.

This was a plan that would never go out of date.

After confirming his plan, Klein pretended to leisurely read the

newspaper. He waited until the sky turned dark before slowly getting up

and making himself tomato oxtail soup.

After eating and drinking to his heart's content, he drew the bedroom

curtains as usual and decided not to open them tonight.

Then, summoning himself and responding to himself, he turned into the

unique spirit body, bringing back Azik's copper whistle, Meursault's

Beyonder characteristic, the self-made charms, all sorts of materials,

and the tarot cards to the real world, leaving behind only a few items,

such as the bloodied contract.

After doing all of this and equipping the corresponding items, Klein's

strength returned to its peak, and he was once again half an expert in

mysticism.

He straightened his collar, took his hat and cane, and left 15 Minsk

Street.


Iron Gate Street, inside Bravehearts Bar.

In exchange for a glass of beer, Klein found Kaspars in a card room,

playing Fighting Evil while betting on a boxer outside. He was leading

quite a pleasant life.

The familiar surroundings reminded Klein of the last time he had met

Maric playing poker with more than ten zombies. He was suddenly glad

that he hadn't brought Azik's copper whistle with him.

*If I carried the copper whistle that Mr. Azik had given me, I think

that a dozen or so of Maric's zombies would mutiny on the spot and come

to "entertain" me warmly... I wonder what kind of expression he would

have...* Klein stood by the door, nodding at Kaspars Kalinin to

indicate his intentions.

Kaspars covered his cards and swore. He got up, walked to the door, and

said in a low voice, "I'll take you to a place where the people,

although they aren't as good as Maric, are pretty strong. As for whether

or not you can make a deal, it has nothing to do with me. However, I

have to warn you in advance, you are not to anger them, or you might not

be able to see the sun tomorrow. Of course, it's not easy to see the sun

in Backlund after September."

"Do I need to pay you?" Klein asked sincerely.

Kaspars nodded, pleased.

"Two pounds."

*I can buy a revolver with that money at a weapons store... Although

they set the price at more than three pounds, it can basically be

haggled for around two pounds...* Klein grumbled and gave

Kaspars two one-pound notes.

Kaspars turned his head to his fellow players to inform them that he was

leaving. Hobbling along, he led Klein towards the bar's kitchen, and

from there, entered the back alley and circled around a darkened house.

He took out an iron mask that could only cover half a face, handed it to

Klein, and chuckled.

"Just pretend that you bought this for two pounds."

I can buy a lot more with two pounds... Klein wore the iron

mask and deliberately messed up his hair.

Seeing that he was ready, Kaspars knocked on the door rhythmically.

Seven or eight seconds later, a small wooden board on the door was

suddenly pulled open, revealing a pair of brown eyes behind it.

After a long moment of scrutiny, Klein finally saw the door open behind

him.

A man wearing an iron mask stood there and handed Klein a hooded robe.

He said to Kaspars in a hoarse voice, "Next time, remember to tell me in

advance. Otherwise, hmph!"

He closed the door, turned, and led Klein through the darkened living

room into the activity room on the first floor.

There was a candle burning on the coffee table, and the room was dimly

lit.

There were about ten people sitting on the sofas and chairs around the

coffee table. They were all wearing hooded robes and wearing iron masks.

After putting on the long robe, Klein quietly found a chair in a corner

and sat down. He heard a fat-faced man complain, "Recently, there has

been a group of wild beasts in the sewers that have gnawed away a lot of

the herbs I grew.

"They're very smart and didn't even touch the poisonous ones. I need

someone to help me clean them up. You know, this isn't my specialty. I'm

only good at concocting medicine and treating your illnesses."