Chapter 860: Runaway Horse

*Thankfully, it's not a mushroom dish I ordered, or else it would've

been a waste of a dish...* Despite believing that he no longer

affected by the trauma inflicted upon him by mushrooms, the smell that

came with the letter successfully made him suffer a "relapse." Klein's

expression rapidly restored itself as he retracted his left hand and

placed it on the cup to his side, drinking the ice water inside.

"Please give me another cup." As though nothing had happened, he turned

his head and instructed the waiter who was at the door.

At the same time, he pressed down his clothes and slowly got up while

expressing his apologies before heading for a bathroom attached to the

private room.

It was opposite the pantry, placed on either side of the main door.

Hiding in a cupboard, Fors heard footsteps approach as the bathroom's

door opened and closed. She couldn't help but lean into Xio's ear and

whisper in amusement, "It's the second time!

"They've been here for slightly more than thirty minutes, and Dwayne

Dantès has already gone to the washroom twice!

"The first time was clearly to pee. If it's for the same reason, it

means that this gentleman's kidneys, bladder, or prostate is

problematic.

"He's coming out. He's coming out. He's really only peeing. Tsk, he

seems to drink plenty of water usually and often heads to the bathroom.

Sigh, it's difficult being a tycoon, but it's even more difficult being

a good-looking tycoon in particular!

Xio rolled her eyes.

"What has that got to do with you?

"Focus and be serious. We're on a mission!

"Also that bodyguard of the member of parliament named Macht seemed

pretty strong. He's probably a Beyonder. We need to be careful."

Fors had no choice but to suppress her desire to chat as she shrank

back.

"They're guarding the area outside without being wary of others passing

through the walls. How unprofessional... Alright, we'll chat when we're

back."

At that moment, Klein had returned to the table and sat back in his

seat.

He drank a mouthful of ice water, sipped on some white wine, and said to

Macht with a smile, "Having been here in Backlund for nearly two months,

I've been busy getting used to the environment and hadn't found the time

to start a new business. Every day I wake up seeing money flowing out

without any coming in. Heh heh, it's about time I do something."

He indicated his willingness to participate in the arms dealing by

cracking a joke.

Macht stroked his cup and said with a warm smile, "I can empathize with

that. In the beginning, I was in such a stage as well.

"How much money do you have to spare? I can introduce you to some

friends for a partnership."

Klein replied in a calm tone, "I'll be able to spare a maximum of 20,000

pounds at present."

"You're richer than I imagined," Macht said with a heartfelt sigh.

Under normal circumstances, a tycoon who had a liquidity of 20,000

pounds was definitely someone who's overall wealth was on the order of a

hundred thousand pounds.

Not giving Dwayne Dantès a chance to be humble, he casually said,

"Didn't you buy 3% of the Coim Company's shares before? You can pledge

it for at least 10,000 pounds. That will give you some liquidity."

Klein immediately smiled and sighed.

"I have already donated those shares to the Church. I plan to establish

a bursary foundation that's targeted at the poor."

"You donated it to the Church?" Macht had yet to meet the priests or

bishops of Saint Samuel Cathedral today. Furthermore, he had been out

and had yet to receive the invitation; therefore, he wasn't aware of the

new development.

Ma'am Riana and Hazel, who were enjoying the delicious food, looked up

as well, subconsciously casting their gazes at Dwayne Dantès.

At their level, it wasn't uncommon to have friends they knew that could

donate 10,000 pounds, but very few could donate that much in one go. And

among these few people, there might not even be one who was willing to

donate such amounts!

No, there was one now---Dwayne Dantès!

"Yes." Klein nodded with his usual expression. "If not for the Goddess's

blessings, I would have long died in the chaotic Southern Continent. And

when I was young, if I had the chance to attend school and study,

perhaps my life would've been completely different. Thus, I wish to give

those children who desire to change their fates some hope."

"Your character is as amazing as your generosity," Riana lowered her

cutlery and praised sincerely. Hazel also nodded indiscernibly. The way

she looked at Dwayne Dantès turned significantly gentler.

Seeing her parents begin an idle conversation over the charity, she

excused herself and walked to the bathroom, seemingly pressing her right

hand onto her abdomen.

When she arrived at the door, she was just about to turn right when she

suddenly turned her head and looked at the cupboard beside the pantry.

She frowned slightly and revealed a look of confusion before retracting

her gaze and opening the washroom's wooden door.

When Hazel came out after washing her hands, she had apparently

forgotten the abnormality that had happened. She touched the necklace at

her chest and returned to the dining table.

Dinner came to an end after the dishes and dessert were served. The four

left the private room and met the two bodyguards outside with their

servants. They were preparing to return home.

At this moment, Hazel suddenly paused and said, "I think I dropped my

ear studs inside. Sorry about that. Please wait a moment."

Without waiting for Ma'am Riana to instruct a waitress to do the search,

Hazel turned around and circled around the bend, returning to the room

she had been in.

Hazel lowered her hand that held her left ear and directly entered the

connected pantry until she was in front of the cupboard. She then placed

her hand on it.

She had planned on opening the door to the cupboard at an extremely fast

speed, but after some thought, she decided to be cautious by holding

onto her necklace with one hand and turning her body sidewards to

prevent any sudden attacks from whatever was inside.

As she held her breath, Hazel took the chance when the waiter was

clearing the table inside to suddenly pull the door open, exposing

whatever was inside.

However, apart from some spare cutlery and table cloth, there was

nothing.

Hazel once again wore a look of puzzlement, as though she couldn't

believe the scene before her eyes.

"I clearly sensed something very valuable inside..." she muttered under

her breath and quickly closed the door before her maidservant chased up

to her and walked out of the pantry.

Outside the Intis Srenzo Restaurant, Fors and Xio turned their heads

simultaneously and looked inside.

"That girl actually noticed us?" Fors whispered in disbelief and

amazement.

If she hadn't used Door Opening and sneaked out from the back of the

cupboard, she and Xio would've been discovered, having no choice but to

admit that they were secretly protecting Dwayne Dantès.

Xio wore a confounded look as well.

"I remember that you didn't speak or move about when she was heading to

the washroom."

"Perhaps... She's a Beyonder as well, and has a certain type of

spiritual intuition..." Fors made an uncertain guess. "Mr. Dwayne Dantès

sure leads a difficult life. He often encounters the power struggles

between tycoons and nobles while having a butler that secretly studies

black magic at home. Furthermore, there are Beyonders with mysterious

powers living nearby. By the way, what's her name?"

"Hazel." Xio was looking for Dwayne Dantès's carriage, preparing to hide

underneath when her gaze suddenly froze. "Fors, look. That person is

acting oddly."

Fors traced her gaze and saw a middle-aged man in a black formal suit.

He was pacing along the sides of the street, looking very anxious and

frustrated.

"How is he acting oddly?" Fors didn't have the time to observe him

carefully as she directly asked.

Xio answered simply, "He's dressed as a decent gentleman, but his shoes

are very dirty. It's as though he hasn't shined them in a while. As you

know, Backlund is covered in dust.

"Also, he would touch the area underneath his armpit. I dare bet that

there's an underarm holster hidden there...

"Apart from that, his expression and attitude imply that he isn't

normal.

"Hmm... They're coming out soon. I'll head to the carriage first. Watch

that person and ensure that Mr. Dantès is protected."

"Alright." As Fors found it troublesome, she also found it rather

interesting. Hence, she retreated to an area that concealed her as she

observed the entrance of the Intis Srenzo Restaurant.

Nearly thirty seconds later, Dwayne Dantès and the Macht family walked

out. After bidding each other farewell, they headed for their respective

carriages.

At this moment, a two-wheeled carriage charged out from the end of the

street at an extremely fast speed, as though it would topple at any

moment.

The horse that pulled the carriage wore a rabid look in its eyes, as

though it had been alarmed. It charged for the Intis Srenzo Restaurant's

entrance in its panic.

Of Macht's two bodyguards, one went forward in a bid to subdue the

runaway horse, while the other protected the member of parliament and

family.

At this moment, the middle-aged man who had been loitering around had

approached from the back and drew a revolver. With a warped expression,

he aimed at Macht's head.

Klein's right hand was raised indiscernibly before he retracted it

without doing anything.

He nimbly performed a jump, dodging the runaway horse. At the same time,

Fors, who was hiding elsewhere, clenched her palm gently and pulled to

the side.

The assailant's leg suddenly went limp, as though he had stumbled over

something, as he fell to the ground, failing to pull the trigger.

In his haste, he pressed down with one hand and immediately leaped up,

planning to shoot wildly without aiming.

However, when he squeezed his finger, he didn't feel any tactile

feedback.

The revolver had already dropped by Hazel's feet!

Following that, he and the runaway horse was subdued by the bodyguards.

"Why did you attempt to assault me?" Macht held back his churning

emotions as he took a step forward and asked with a deep voice.

The middle-aged man immediately laughed as he shouted with a hysterical

expression, "It's you! It's all because of you and the others!

"You talk about atmospheric pollution, wanting things like anthracite!

My factory is going bankrupt, my child is dying from an illness, and my

wife has committed suicide!"