Both sides know the whereabouts of Hermosius' manuscript, and the matter will end tonight...... The ambassador will be able to spare his hands and have the spare time to retaliate and the like...... Is this why danger is coming? Crane probably understood the results of the previous divination and the inexplicable omen.

Without the "Filthy Words" spell and the £1,000 three-day bodyguard, he would probably have gone to the police station now, and went to St. Shelland's headquarters, the Church of the God of Steam and Machines, to "stay temporarily" in St. Sherland's headquarters, avoiding a possible attack, and waiting for the ambassador to be assassinated - as for whether the assassination operation would be successful, Klein was not sure, anyway, he had already considered the worst outcome, and he had a certain plan.

But now, now that he is doubly prepared, there is no doubt that he will not adopt a strategy of evasion, and he still stays at home, pretending not to know what to do.

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

Meursault, the "hunter" of Sequence 9, was killed by me, and if I send someone again, it will be at least a Sequence 7, maybe even Sequence 6, Sequence 5, or the number of heaps, no matter what, as long as I solve them, I will get the formula, gain extraordinary characteristics, and recover some losses...... Well, I'll tell my bodyguard lady that I was lucky enough to get a benefit from the "black ears" I bought, and I became extraordinary, after all, if the battle was fierce, I couldn't hide it at all, and I was almost telling the truth, I did get a lot of money from that "black ears...... Crane thought about what was next, almost instinctively drawing a crimson moon on his chest.

May the goddess bless you, and it is the extraordinary one who has come to the "soothsayer"!

Thinking of this, he looked around the room, trying to find his bodyguard, worried that the other party would hear what was going on, so he ran away quietly.

The living room and dining room are warmly lit with coffee tables, sofas and chairs, and nothing else.

Just as Klein was getting nervous, he suddenly saw a face appear on the glass cover of the gas lamp in the living room area, with pale blonde hair and a delicate countenance, and a pale face.

This lady is still very confident in her own strength...... Crane's mind calmed down, and he whispered as if to himself:

"I'm also extraordinary. ”

"I went to a party through Caspars, bought an item of luck, and got a certain benefit, of course, only for people like me. ”

Both of his words are true, and no matter what method he faces, he can stand the test.

But when these two sentences are put together, people will think that that benefit makes him extraordinary.

The face on the glass cover of the gaslamp nodded slightly, and quickly disappeared, without any other reaction.

Crane didn't seem to change on the outside, but he quietly exhaled on the inside.

He returned to the couch area, didn't take off his coat, picked up a newspaper, and flipped through it.

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

Crane's spirit tensed instantly, and his hands were inserted into his coat pockets, touching the tarot cards and the "Filthy Words" charm, respectively.

He walked slowly to the door, and with the help of the clown's ability, he had a premonition of what he would see when he opened the door:

The crimson moon still looms, the elegant gas lamps haven't changed, and a sheriff in a black-and-white checkered uniform with three V's on epaulettes waits impatiently by the door.

He has a short brown beard under his chin, and he is the same sheriff who handled the "Sherlock Moriarty Just Defense" case before.

Urgen seems to have mentioned his name, Sheriff Fasin, well, I'll be going and get that 10 pound bail back the day after tomorrow...... What is he here for? MI9 sent him to Ian Wright, or tell me where to take refuge? Crane shook the handle in confusion.

............

Located in the Intis Embassy in the West End of Beckland, the lights are brightly lit, and the scents of various perfumes and liquors spread to every corner with melodious melodies.

There's a dance party going on here.

During his years as ambassador, Beckron often held balls at the embassy, inviting bankers, big factory owners, great philanthropists, and other famous tycoons and barristers from the Kingdom of Rune, and randomly giving opportunities to certain inferior merchants.

In such an atmosphere, he would tell his guests about the prosperity and openness of Trier, that the Republic of Indisia was no longer dominated by the aristocracy, and that bankers, factory owners, lawyers, and other people were the masters of the country, who directly and indirectly occupied most of the seats, determined the direction of national policy, enjoyed real freedom, and had a high status.

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

I think I already have the manuscript...... From the moment the frightened detective learned that Ian Wright had appeared at the telegraph office on White Rum Street, I had laid everything out, and now it was harvest time...... The thin-faced but tasteful Beckron took a sip of blood-soaked Ormere wine and walked towards the balcony, intending to blow the cool night breeze.

After learning that Ian had sent a telegram, as a senior "conspirator" and a professional intelligence officer, Beckron keenly thought that the other party was contacting his boss's boss, so he hurriedly asked the double agent investigation of the Bakerland team of the Vesak Imperial Intelligence Agency to get the time, place and method agreed upon by Ian and the "team leader".

After that, he pretended not to have such a thing, and continued to send people to search for Ian near White Rum Street, and successfully found the other party, which also attracted the blocking of MI9.

According to his arrangement, the on-site intelligence officers deliberately let Ian go in order to make MI9 believe that the two sides were on the same starting line.

After paralyzing his main opponent, he summoned other, unexposed intelligence agents to ambush the "team leader" of Ian and the Fusak Empire, hoping to find the manuscript and take it out of the kingdom of Rune without MI9 knowing.

Things were going as smoothly as he had expected, but the news that came back in the evening made his heart feel very heavy.

The people from MI9 actually appeared!

They were supposed to be hidden, and they appeared!

With Rosago present, it is certainly not a factor in divination, and MI9 is not good at divination at all...... This means that we have moths inside us...... Hopefully, Rosago will be one step ahead, get the manuscript, and give it to the "shadow" to take away...... In order to avoid suspicion, Beck Lang deliberately organized a ball, so that he could no longer interfere with the progress of the matter, and could only pray for the strength of his subordinates.

According to his arrangement, after Rosago succeeded, he would immediately transfer the items to another intelligence officer, an intelligence agent who had never been used before, and then Rosago would divert the MI9 personnel and continue to distract his companions by creating some incidents, in the process, Baker asked Rosago to kill the little detective.

If it weren't for him, things wouldn't have known to MI9 at all, and everything would have gone very well...... My connection with the Zmange Party will not be exposed, and I will not be transferred back to the country...... He didn't run away, thinking that the MI9 people would always protect him, and it was safer to stay at home than to run away?

He had received the order, and after the operation corresponding to the manuscript was over, he handed over the matter of intelligence to the first military attaché of the embassy, waiting for the new ambassador to take over.

Beckland is quite reluctant to be here, although the weather is bad and polluted, but it is one of the most prosperous cities in the world.

And the young lady and lady here are more conservative, not those sluts in the country, slowly seducing them to bed, getting rid of their conservatism a little bit, it is a very fulfilling and very obsessive thing, but unfortunately, I have to say goodbye to these beautiful people...... Beckron thought to himself with a little depression, and became more and more resentful of the little detective who dared to resist.

As for the safety of Rosago himself, Beckron was not worried at all, he believed that as long as the other party was willing, as long as he was not locked by a high-level powerhouse, he could escape immediately if he wanted to, this is because Rosago has a special extraordinary ability.

Thinking about it, Beckron's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a young girl in a crimson dress standing on the edge of the balcony with a wine glass.

She has a beautiful face and an elegant temperament, her inky hair is flowing and smooth, and her light brown eyes seem to hide many words.

Beckron walked at once, and began to talk to the other man with familiarity, and learned that the girl was the daughter of a timber merchant, named Irene, and that her father was not very rich, and was trying to get to the top.

In his role as Ambassador Intis, Beck Lang quickly gained the admiration of Erin.

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

"Beautiful young lady, I would like to invite you to my room to taste the wines of Ormere, 1286. Beckron hinted.

Almost without hesitation, Erin replied:

"Okay. ”

The two left the ball hall and crept to the second floor, entered Bakerron's room, and told the guards to stay away and not to disturb.

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

Between the rolls, Erin's not-so-complicated skirt fell, and her white arms wrapped around each other.

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

Bang!

Erin's eyes bulged slightly, and her mouth foamed at the mouth.

Beckron withdrew the fist that had hit the opponent's abdomen and stood up from the bed, no longer in a hurry, with a cold face.

"Who sent you?" asked Beckron in a low voice.

Erin tried to stand up, but she couldn't do it in pain, and her eyes were frightened and stunned.

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

"It's true that I'm obsessed with beautiful ladies, but I know this myself, so I'm especially careful every time I'm faced with beautiful ladies. ”

"Tell me, who sent you?"

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