Shocked by the various news that appeared one after another, the Tarot congregation was speechless, and the people of the Tarot congregation had their own thoughts at the moment. For a while, the atmosphere was cold.

Just when Klein decided to end the meeting, 'Fate,' who had been silent, spoke.

"I would like to post a long-term bounty with a total bounty of 500 gold pounds. The bounty is...... I will give a part of the bounty according to the value of the information, and when the 500 gold pounds are used up, this bounty will automatically end. ”

500 gold pounds!

Klein, who was about to end the meeting, immediately swallowed the voice that had already come to his lips.

He was not the only one interested in the bounty, and Mr. Hanged Man had already turned his head at this time, and said cautiously:

"Mr. Fate, what do you need? I know a lot about the Aurora Society. But how do you determine the value of a piece of information? You know that some information may be worthless to one person, but it may be worth a lot of money to another. ”

Grandin was prepared, "We can ask Mr. Fool to witness and make sure that the transaction is relatively fair." ”

Of course, the value of any information will not exceed the amount of the bounty. Anyway, it's not up to me to decide how much the intelligence is worth?

Mr. Fool won't mind these little things.

Grandin bowed to Mr. Fool again.

I don't even know what the aurora will be, so don't make random decisions for me!

The corners of Klein's mouth were dry.

However, although Mr. Fate is eccentric, he has always performed reasonably well. So he still decided to endorse 'fate':

"Yes."

After receiving his approval, Grandin propped his hand on the bronze table and thought for a moment, then said:

"For the time being, I only need information about the Aurora Society in Beckland and Port Enmat...... For example, if they have changed recently, whether the organizational structure has changed or split, these can be told to me. I'll figure it out myself on Beckland's side, and I ask you to keep an eye on the port of Emmatt for me. ”

The information he received from Mr. A convinced Grandin that something must be wrong within the Aurora Society. Although there is no news from the National Police Agency for the time being, there are already many clues pointing to the port of Enmat, and it is not wrong to investigate first.

"I'll keep an eye on it."

Alger spoke in a deep tone, and he decided to go to the port of Enmat the next time he needed to resupply his supplies.

Port of Enmat!

Klein also kept the place name in mind. He also doesn't know much about the port of Enmat, except that it is east of the city of Tingen.

But now that he's joined the Night Watch, maybe the Night Watch will be able to find out the news of the Aurora Society or the Port of Enmat.

But what am I going to do to turn the news I might get into gold pounds? As a mysterious existence, isn't it too difficult to sell intelligence in person? I need a trumpet!

Didn't the teacher have time to teach me because he was tracking down this organization?

Miss Audrey, who had been listening, puffed out her cheeks.

When the topic is over, the tarot will go into relaxed chit-chat mode again.

Miss Justice talked about some of the daily life of the aristocracy, and Mr. Fate introduced some of the more famous restaurants.

The conversation quickly turned to Rune's current system, and Miss Justice was concerned about the bloated and redundant Rune government department. Mr. Destiny took the opportunity to laugh at the ,-->> of the financial division

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They have been arguing for a month over a proposal without getting a result.

The mysterious existence Mr. Fool has finally found a chance to manifest. With his advanced experience, he reminded Miss Justice. Tell her how to select civil servants to make the current government more efficient. new

There is a little selfishness on his part, and he wants his brother to hitchhike and become a civil servant.

Poor Benson, if love doesn't go well, at least the career must be successful!

This is the small wish of an evil god in the entrepreneurial period.

......

Grandin's eyes were in a trance, and as the crimson in his eyes receded, he returned to the workshop on the third floor. This meeting lasted longer than the last one, but he still had a surplus of spirituality, which was also a benefit of promotion. Let him no longer be embarrassed and have spare energy to deal with other things.

5 p.m., East Bailang Dockyard.

Dressed in a shabby blue worker's outfit, Grandin carried a tool bag with a 'clanging' wrench and hammer in the bag. He walked on the docks, his appearance had been treated with a 'Harlequin Mask', and now he was completely changed.

His skin was rough from long hours of sun exposure, a ring of unshaven blue-black stubble around his mouth, and his slightly sharp eyes were hidden under his beret.

Because he was now off work, a large number of workers walked past him.

But no one paid much attention to the plumber who went against the flow of people, because the day's work had exhausted them enough.

Grandin came to the docks today to investigate Remy, who worked in the dispatch shift. According to Wiggins' information, Remy is the head of the team and has an office of his own.

Yesterday Wiggins' tracking didn't make much progress, and Remy seemed to keep the office at home and never touched. And that fanatical believer Bijie was running around preaching, and he slept directly in the bridge cave in the middle of the night.

The most dangerous Koria has not yet been found, which makes Grandin a little anxious.

So he decided to start here, after all, it was easier to investigate than the fanatical followers who were erratic, or the model worker Remy, who clocked in to work every day.

And Remy was able to be promoted to the head of the team in a very short period of time, which shows that he has brains. The presence of a normal person in the midst of a group of madmen is unusual in itself, and perhaps he is more dangerous than Koria who will blow himself up.

He was not hindered from entering the dockyard office building. There were no security guards in the dilapidated building, and there was no reception.

There is only an old sofa in the lobby, and the staircase to the second floor is at the very center of the building, which is flanked by dense one-room offices on the left and right.

Grandin stepped on the unpainted, somewhat damp cement staircase up the second floor. He remembered that Remy's office was number 214, which was also the information Wiggins gave him.

At 5 p.m., the cheap restaurants around the dockyard in East Bailang were now packed. Remy, who is still a personal person for the time being, also has to eat, so this is one of the few times he will take the initiative to leave the office.

Grandin knocked on the door of Remy's office, and as he waited, he let his breathing become long and steady.

If someone opens the door, then he says that he has received a notice to repair the water pipe.

I waited ten breaths like this. After finding that no one was paying attention, Grandin lowered his beret and looked left and right out of the corner of his eye—

There was a moldy smell in the hallway, and there was no second passerby.

So he neatly pulled out the wire and opened the door to Remy's office with great skill.