Iron Gate Street, a card room at the Brave Bar.

Dressed in a white shirt and black vest, Marich looked at Miss Sharon, who suddenly stepped out of the mirror, and waved his hand to let a group of living corpses who had regained his control guard the door, and then grabbed his slightly messy hair and asked in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Are you really ready to take on the task of protecting that kid? 1,000 pounds is a lot, but it is really not much compared to the dangers he may encounter...... You're not the one to take on such a task just because you're short of money. ”

Sharon, with light blonde hair and a long black court dress, replied succinctly, "He's a detective." ”

"Detective ......," Marić repeated the word with his hands clasped together, and said after a few seconds, "doesn't the 'detective' in the 'prophecy' given by the lady refer to Detective Blaine?" At least Detective Stanton...... This kid is even just an ordinary person, how can it be possible for us to bring us opportunities? ”

"Not ordinary people." Miss Sharon spoke calmly, then was silent for a moment, and added, "I 'see' that there is a certain danger. ”

"Even you're in danger?" The corners of Marić's eyes jumped, and he felt more and more that he was right to decisively refuse that kid's commission a few days ago, and asked again with a frown, "Are you sure he is the person in that lady's 'prophecy'?" ”

"Not sure...... But always try. Sharon, with a delicate face, replied calmly and expressionlessly.

"Okay...... "Marić is confident in Sharon's strength and doesn't think she's really in danger, "but he doesn't necessarily have enough money to scrape together that much." ”

"He will." Miss Sharon looked at him quietly with blue eyes, and her tone was very determined.

……

At the same time, Klein met with his employer, Lady Mary, again, and after briefly introducing him to the heroine of the little sludge in "Dream Divination" yesterday, the lady called two friends who were members of the Cragg Club with a gloomy expression, and entrusted them to make a recommendation for Klein, and happily paid the first year's membership fee.

Two of her friends, one is the well-known surgeon Alan Krees, and the other is the aristocratic equestrian teacher Talim Dumont.

After greeting each other, Alan, a tall, thin and cold doctor with gold-rimmed glasses, entered the club first, while Talim, an equestrian teacher with short curly brown hair, smiled as he walked:

"If it weren't for Mary mentioning you, I wouldn't have known that Beckland had an extra good detective, and if there was anything to be commissioned in the future, I would have looked for you. Hehe, in time, you'll be as famous as Detective Brian. ”

"How can I compare to the ...... of 'Hero Detective'" Klein said politely, and inside he sneered: "The names of Mr. Tower and Russell have always filled my life!"

"Don't be so modest, I've met Detective Brian before, and he was as young and as famous as you...... But in the past few months, he has been known to everyone in Beckland. Talim sighed,

I think Mr. "Tower" is so famous because of the many tabloids in Beckland......

As soon as he complained a few words in his heart, Klein suddenly palpitated, and his whole person became tense all of a sudden.

Is this a hunch of the "clown"? But there's nothing in my head...... Klein felt the air around him become condensed, and a storm was brewing.

Soon, the feeling vanished as if nothing had happened.

He endured the discomfort and went through the membership procedures with two new friends, and before he even had time to hear about the membership benefits, he used the excuse of going to the bathroom to climb the gray fog.

Through divination above the gray mist, Crane was sure that he would be in great danger in the next few days, so he quickly returned to reality and rode a carriage to the Beckland Bridge area and entered the Brave Bar.

He then saw Marić sitting in the card room and asked him for a hire again.

The pale-faced man looked past Klein, looked behind him, nodded slightly, and said:

And she agreed...... As you say, pay £100 upfront, and then you pay another £300 for each day you protect you. ”

……

On Thursday evening, in an abandoned warehouse in the docklands, a fierce battle was raging over Ian.

About twenty Intis intelligence officers were surrounded by MI9 operatives.

Because of the large disparity in numbers, and the use of new steam ironclad chariots by MI9 to help the battle, the Indis side was absolutely inferior and soon became precarious.

Hidden not far away, with the help of the rat controlled by the "Spirit Line" to see all this, the "secret puppet master" Rosago did not make rash moves, but quietly stayed away from the battlefield.

Then, with the help of rituals, he summoned the messenger of the "wizard" called "Bianca" and relayed the current situation back to the embassy.

Others only thought that Beckron coveted the beauty of the "wizard" lady, so they recruited her as an embassy military attaché and stayed with him.

But Rosago, who has been helping the ambassador deal with secret affairs for many years, knows that the beauty of the "wizard" lady is only one aspect, her deep knowledge in the field of occultism, and the "messenger" who can deliver news at any time is the reason why Beckron really accepted her.

For this reason, he can even ignore the other party's not very "clean" origin and background.

About five or six minutes later, a strange creature covered with illusory tentacles emerged from the spirit realm, and it brought Beckron's command:

"Immediately take out the manuscript and give it to the 'shadows'.

"Then create chaos and attract the attention of MI9.

"If it's convenient, kill the little detective who exposed my ties to the Zmange Party."

After reading the order, Rosago pondered for a moment, took out his crystal pendant for divination, and got the result of "dangerous, but within the tolerable range".

He nodded slightly, and then asked the "Wind Favorer" secret puppet to "fly" with him, and "fly" to the place where Ian had previously explained that the manuscript was hidden.

……

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 ball going on here, Ambassador Beckron's farewell ball...... Although he did not disclose it to the outside world.

The guests he invited were not nobles, but bankers, big factory owners, great philanthropists, and other famous tycoons and barristers...... Of course, sometimes some sub-merchants are invited at random.

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.

At this time, the "wizard" Bianca, who was wearing a green low-cut dress, approached him and whispered something in his ear.

Beckron's brow furrowed slightly, then he stretched out again, said goodbye to the guests around him, and then, under the ambiguous eyes of many people, took Miss Bianca into the lounge on the first floor.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Beckron's warm face turned gloomy, and he took the letter from Bianca, read a few words before slamming it to the ground.

Although Bianca was a little surprised by Beckron's irritable mood today, she felt understandable considering that the other party had been in a bad mood since receiving the order to return to China to report on his duties...... It's just weird to come to the lounge on the first floor...... Usually he goes to the study to deal with business......

But it's not a big deal either.

"Bring this letter to Rosago ......" Beckron picked up his pen and paper and wrote the order, hesitated for a moment before instructing Bianca, "Also, go to the telegraph room and send a ciphertext telegram to the address of the XX04F2D postcode......"

Next, he told Bianca where the ciphertext was placed.

Bianca carefully noted that she had done similar things for Beckron before, and had been his double secretary for life and work for a long time, so she didn't care.

After Miss "Wizard" left the lounge, Beckron, who seemed to be a little irritable, regained some composure, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong, but he could not detect anything wrong...... I can only review my thoughts just now:

"MI9 people have appeared!

"They showed up when they should have been hidden!

"With Rosago here, it's definitely not a divination factor, and MI9 isn't good at divination at all...... This means that we have moths inside us...... I hope Rosago can get the manuscript first, and give it to the 'Shadow' to take ......"

Thinking of this, Beckron suddenly woke up and stood up directly in a panic.

"Shadow" is the most hidden intelligence agent directly under my leadership, how could I tell Bianca how to contact him?!

Even if she likes me very much, and I have grasped her greatest wish, I already trust her very much...... But I'm not going to give her any important contact information!

Who? Who is influencing me? Is he still here?

At this thought, Baker Lang immediately decided to interrupt the ball first, and called all the military attaches who were protecting him.

But at this time, he was shocked to find that he couldn't get out!

This piece of rest has been sealed by an unknown force.

And that kind of power is familiar to him, it is the "guardian ceremony" of the embassy!

Could it be that old Kirton Sarry thing trying to deal with me? Yes, only he can control the rituals of the embassy......

Old thing, can't wait to get rid of me and take over the position of ambassador? It's a pity that even if your son is a member of Congress, the country will not let such an old thing succeed me! Who told you to put on an upright appearance before, if you had shown this face earlier, I'm afraid the country would have agreed!

When I go out, I will definitely torture your granddaughter in front of you!

Thinking about it, Beckron's face completely distorted, and then he raised his hand and shook it violently, shaking the layer of orange-red flames that emerged from it into a long red whip, which was fiercely drawn towards the "barrier" formed by the ritual.

At the same time, the corners of Abner's mouth, who was silently watching this scene under the "psychological invisibility", curled slightly.

The "arrogance" of the "bribe-taker".

The "madness" of the "psychiatrist".

Beckron, who had two major debuffs in his body, was already in a deep "battle hypnosis", and slipped into the abyss step by step according to Abner's vision.