Klein's composure was shattered.

His pupils shrank to the size of a pin's eye, and he froze completely in place.

"He knows, he really knows!"

"He can see me, he can see everything about me!"

At this moment, Klein almost wanted to directly connect with the spirit and ask what the other party wanted to do.

But at the last moment, he broke his contact with the crimson star, and then his body went limp, and he almost didn't stand still.

"I'm being watched."

The feeling was so strong that Klein was close to madness.

He didn't know exactly what it was like for those who thought they had lost their minds and gone crazy by listening to whispering, but he could now empathize with the fear of being seen through by an unknown being.

"I guess I'm about to lose my breath."

Townsend played with his cane and smiled wickedly.

Although Mr. "Fool" still has no feedback at all, with Tang Sen's understanding of the plot and human nature, even the most cautious person will reveal loopholes.

He then returned his attention to the cane, the result of today's shopping, in walnut wood, handmade with gemstones at the top.

Worth 5 gold pounds twelve sules.

Professor Rhett also bought one, the top of which was pure gold, and the wooden part also had a large number of gold inlays, which looked very arrogant, and was worth 8 gold pounds.

He was actually reluctant to buy such a conspicuous cane, as a professor, he preferred the pure wood, low-key and subtle kind, but unfortunately this did not match Townessen's requirements.

He had to appear richer.

For example, his formal wear, bought at the best custom dress store in Queens, although it is not a custom model, but it is also a top fit, top hat, vest, coat, etc. add up to cost more than 70 gold pounds, which is close to Professor Red's salary for half a year.

Then the two went to the bank again, and deposited a huge sum of 50,000 gold pounds into Professor Red's account.

It's not that he can't save more, but Professor Reid insists that 50,000 gold pounds is enough for the bankers to treat him politely and qualify himself in the circles of high society, and that more deposits will only bring trouble.

This man is sometimes fanatical, and sometimes unusually sober.

With a population of more than 5 million people in Beckland, it is not uncommon for lucky people to get rich overnight every day, and rich people from all over the world will come here every day, but if the amount of that wealth is too large, Professor Red is afraid that he will not be able to hold it.

"Cash is cash, assets are assets."

"If your purpose is to open up channels at the top and reach out to all kinds of circles, then this number is enough for me to become a guest of honor for the nobility."

Professor Reid put it this way: "But if you're trying to be at the top, or even to manipulate something, you need to convert cash into assets, and that's a lot more complicated, a lot more complicated. ”

Townsend agreed with him.

The Beckland native, who knew the rules of the metropolis better than himself, an outsider, would not make the mistake of a layman directing an insider.

As a distant cousin of a new rich man, it is a more reasonable choice to follow him to see the world and achieve his own goals.

"Mr. Baggins."

Professor Red's cramped voice came from outside the door.

"Just call me Reilly, Professor Red, you need to make it a habit." Tang Sen opened the door and said, "It's suspicious to treat your cousin so restrained in the eyes of others. ”

Professor Red coughed lightly and said, "That's true, then, please call me by my name, Kaupsty." ”

"Okay, Professor Red." Tang Sen said: "Is there something wrong?" ”

"I just received a letter from the bank inviting me to tomorrow night's ball." "There will be a lot of people from the upper echelons in attendance, including Baron Tols, Councillor Hermann, and vice president of the Workers' Management Association," Professor Reid said.

"Will Earl Hall attend?" Townsend asked.

"You're talking about the big nobleman, the big banker?" Professor Red was taken aback, "Of course he won't come, he and his daughter, who is known as the brightest pearl of Beckland, will only appear at the top of the party." ”

"That's what you need to work on." Townsend Road.

"Mr. Baggins, so you're targeting Earl Hall?" Professor Red shrunk his neck: "He is a great nobleman, not only controls the economic lifeline of the kingdom, but also the richest group of people in the kingdom, and it is rumored that the assets of the Hall family have exceeded 10 million gold pounds."

"It's not something you need to think about, Professor Red." "Your job is to spend money, to go to those boring aristocratic balls, to get to know more people, and then, by whatever means, to get to those parties at the top," said Townsend calmly. ”

"As your cousin, of course, I will occasionally follow you to see the world, but tomorrow's ball will not have to."

Tang Sen didn't want to waste too much time communicating with the nobles of this world, and he didn't want to leave too many traces in the eyes of everyone, after all, even if he wouldn't be divined and watched, too many traces might enter the field of vision of some transcendent forces.

Therefore, the role of Professor Rhett is crucial, he will be his own agent in this world.

The next morning, Professor Rhett was dressed up and heading to the school to submit his resignation and start his new "job", such as visiting some new friends.

And Townsend got today's newspaper in the mailbox outside the door.

Beckland Daily.

The headlines are appalling.

"The great pirate Ziringus was shot dead in Beckland by the Duke's bodyguards."

The timeline is thoroughly determined.

Townsend read the newspaper slowly and returned to his room.

Until Professor Red achieved certain results, he didn't have the need to go out and show his face, because of the immortal curse, he didn't have the heart to taste the food of this world.

He simply went back to his room, took a deep breath, adjusted his tone, and sang in the ancient Hermetic language:

"Fools who don't belong to this world—"

In the city of Tingen, disguised as the night watchman headquarters of a security company, everyone could see that Klein's face was a little bad.

There are even some gods who don't keep their minds.

Although he claimed many times that he had just not slept well last night, Dunn, as the captain of the Night Watch, offered to let him go home and rest for half a day first, and cautiously reminded that as a transcendent, he should not take any mental problems lightly.

Otherwise, it is easy to hear the whispers of those evil gods and be taken advantage of.

Neal Sr.'s example is already a very painful lesson.

Klein smiled wryly.

"Evil gods?"

No, the voice I heard was much clearer than the whispers of the evil gods.

He was about to speak, when he suddenly felt a call from above the gray mist again.

His face changed slightly, and he said, "I'll go to the bathroom first." ”

Such behavior may have made the Nightwatch's teammates wonder if it was a normal time, Crane would have chosen the right reason and a reasonable time, but he had no way to wait now.

"It must be that person again."

Crane took four steps backwards and came to the top of the gray mist.

Sure enough, it was the crimson star that terrified him.

He took a deep breath and reached out to the stars.

A voice came from the darkness: "Black Thorn Security has a visitor to commission the mission today. ”

"Someone is going to die today."

Not a threat, but a prophecy.

Crane instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, then lifted it up again in an instant.

The name Black Thorn Security happens to be a disguise for the Nightwatcher's headquarters.

That being's sight can't even stop the headquarters of the night watchman, no matter how heavily defended the night watchman's headquarters is, it can't compare to the gray fog.

"Delegate a task? Security company missions don't usually involve the Transcendent, just extra extra money. ”

Klein didn't dare to ignore the other party's prophecy, after all, the other party said that someone would die today.

Who will die?

He listened again, and made sure that this time the other party only had two sentences, and no other information was mixed in, and then he disconnected the link worriedly, walked to the long table in the main hall, and sat down in the place that belonged to the fool.

Then, he removed the citrine pendulum from the cuff and quickly began divination:

"I'm going to be in danger today."

"I'm going to be in danger today."

“.”

After reciting it seven times, he opened his eyes and saw that the citrine pendant was motionless.

"Is there too little information?"

Klein thought for a moment and put it another way.

"I should take a leave of absence today."

"I should take a leave of absence today."

“.”

After reciting it seven times, the citrine pendant began to rotate clockwise, with a medium amplitude and speed.

Turning clockwise means you really should take time off, and a moderate speed means it's not a small necessity.

This means that staying in a security company today is not a safe thing to do.

It is highly likely that the other party's prophecy is true!

Crane was tempted to find out who would die today, but he knew that it would fail unless he had enough information.

"An ordinary security commission?"

Crane exited the gray mist, pretended to wash his hands, and walked out of the bathroom, rejecting the captain's suggestion to allow him to go home and rest again, and walked down the stairs to the security company's office, found a newspaper, and sat down on the couch.

The morning passed in Crane's worries, until Crane stood up and prepared to go to lunch, when someone finally pushed open the door to the security company.

It was two ladies, one of whom had a plump body and fair skin.

"Can I accept a mission here?"

Under Crane's nervous gaze, the lady said slowly:

"I would like to entrust you with tracking and monitoring Lady Sharon to find evidence of her crimes."

(End of chapter)