After having a rough guess, Crane didn't rush to confirm it, pretended that nothing had happened, and turned the direction of the paper to face him.

The information he wrote about Ian Wright was absolutely true, and even if he used the skill of divination to confirm it, he would get a positive answer, so he believed that the people on the ambassador's side would follow this line and get some gains, and there would be no motivation or time to take revenge on him in a short time.

In the same way, he would continue to spread out the paper on his desk for the military's special services to see, guiding them to relax their attention and shift their focus to Ian Wright, racing against time with the ambassador to find someone.

That way, Klein will be much safer.

"I feel like I'm walking a tightrope, is this the special physique of the 'clown'?" he shook his head with a smile and opened the bay window, wanting to breathe two breaths of fresh morning air, but the thick, choking smog outside made him silently close the window again.

Holding down the paper with Ian's information on it from an inkwell, Crane went to the bathroom next door to quickly clean himself, then removed the long black double-breasted gown and half-height silk top hat hanging from the coat rack and made his way to the second floor.

He made an appointment with Attorney Jürgen to have breakfast today.

Drawing his black silver-encrusted cane from the umbrella stand in the foyer, Crane rang the doorbell of the gray house along the edge of the street to 58 Minsk Street in the fog with visibility of no more than ten meters.

The jingle echoed, and a blue-eyed black cat with a high tail suddenly appeared in his mind.

Brody, the black cat, walked in a straight line, came to the back of the door, and after two seconds, suddenly jumped up, stretched out his palm and grabbed the doorknob.

After that, it inevitably fell, and with the help of its weight, it twisted the handle and opened the door.

There was a creak, the early morning wind blew, and the gate slowly retreated.

Brody, the black cat, glanced haughtily at Klein and walked to the side on his own.

"What a smart cat. Klein complimented the old lady in the white apron, Lis.

Doris smiled and wrinkled one by one:

"It depends on its mood, most of the time it pretends to be stupid, it doesn't seem to understand what you're saying, oh, I've got my best bean and turnip soup for you, and eat it with bread. ”

Bean turnip bisque...... It sounds like a dark dish...... Klein smiled:

"I'm looking forward to it. ”

As he spoke, lawyer Jürgen stepped out of the bathroom, and even in his own home, even after he had just gotten up, he was still meticulously dressed, his white shirt was straight, his brown and yellow waistcoat was tight, and the lines of his trouser legs seemed to have been freshly ironed.

"The contract you want is settled, you can see if there is anything missing. Yuergen's blue eyes swept away, without greetings, and went straight to the point.

His brown hair was neatly combed back, and the oily sheen of his hair was clearly visible.

"Okay. Crane leaned on his cane, took off his hat and coat, and followed Jürgen into the study on the first floor, where he accepted a thick contract.

He stood there, flipping through it, and the more he looked at it, the more headache he felt, and finally he only hurriedly swept over the key clauses.

I hope that there are all of them, and the clauses that were overlooked before have been added, for example, instead of paying Raypard £100 in a lump sum, three points in time will be set up and given in instalments according to his progress, the first of which is £50...... Yes, so that I don't have to go to the Beckland Bank for the time being, and withdraw the remaining 100 pounds from my bearer account, and the money on my own will be enough...... Crane closed the file and smiled at Ergan:

"I am very satisfied, your professionalism is better than I thought. ”

As he spoke, he took out the two £1 bills he had prepared.

Jürgen took the banknotes, gave the remaining contracts to Klein, and said solemnly:

"If there is a mistake in signing, there are two extra copies, and in the end the rest of the contract is remembered to be handled with a shredder. ”

The current shredder is a hand-cranked mechanical shredder.

Klein was about to nod his head, but Old Lady Doris in the dining room shouted:

"Two awesome guys, it's time for breakfast!"

"My grandmother's hearing has deteriorated a bit. Jürgen explained, making a gesture of please.

Klein followed him into the dining room, where he saw Old Lady Doris scoop out a spoonful of a thick yellow and greenish liquid from a black soup pot and pour it into the corresponding plate.

"Come, taste, beans and turnips, this is your bread. Mrs. Doris smiled and pointed to the suspicious food aisle.

Klein glanced at Ürgen, and saw that his expression was more serious than before, and his heart suddenly chuckled.

Sitting down strongly, Crane broke off a piece of white bread, dipped it in the yellow-green soup, and stuffed it into his mouth with the spirit of an adventurer.

......He was surprised to find that the taste was quite good, with a hint of saltiness and appetizing sweetness, which just brought out the soft and fragrant bread, and the layers were obvious.

"My grandma used to be a great cook. Jürgen sipped his breakfast soothingly, and said casually.

...... So why do you have a straight face...... You really don't have an appetite to eat...... Klein sneered, plunging into the relaxation and pleasure of the food.

After leaving the Huergen house, he first took a transfer and then a transfer to Saatchi Street in St. George's district, and made a formal agreement with Raypard to pay the first £50, while the second £30 would be given two weeks later, depending on the other's progress.

At this point, Klein was left with only 21 pounds and 8 souls.

He then returned to the Jowood district, where he went to the public library to look through the past year's Tasok newspaper for news about the Intis ambassador to the Kingdom of Rune.

Near noon, he finally saw the black-and-white photo of the other party, confirming that it was the one he had seen in his dream divination.

"Jean Martin, Beckron. Silently reciting the name of the ambassador of the Republic of Intis, Klein walked out of the library and found a small restaurant at random for lunch.

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

At 2:50 p.m., Crane pretended to rest, drew the curtains, and walked four steps backwards, entering the gray fog.

He preemptively divined whether the military's special department had relaxed its monitoring of itself, and got a positive answer, and then wrote a divination sentence that he had thought of in the morning:

"Last night's infiltrator. ”

Leaning back in his chair and silently reciting the words, Crane's eyes drooped and he fell into a deep sleep.

In an illusory, fragmented, gray world, his bedroom emerges.

Just then, Crane saw a dark shadow squirming in the crack at the bottom of the door!

A slender, iron-black nematode entered, the center arched high and flat, and kept circling towards the desk.

Its movements are very stiff, and it seems to be split into slow motion one by one, which has a strange taste.

The iron-black nematode squirmed to the desk and climbed to the top, leaving a path of rapidly evaporating slime along the way.

It stopped in front of the paper on which Ian Wright had information on it, and its head suddenly raised, and the center part was raised high, leaving only the tail end to support its body.

At this moment, it's like a human being!

After a moment's scrutiny, the iron-black nematode pushed the paper around, then returned the way it came, vanishing.

So that's it...... In other words, it wasn't that the infiltrator last night didn't want to take revenge on me, it was simply that he didn't have the ability...... Unless this iron-black nematode is highly poisonous...... Crane nodded abruptly, and used divination to confirm that the extraordinary person who manipulated the iron-black nematode was assigned by the ambassador of Intis, Bécron Jean Martin.

After doing all this, he completely covered the paper bag in the corner with a gray mist, and then sent a message to "Sun" Deric.

Once the hands of the pocket watch were in place, Klein pulled "Justice", "Hanged Man" and "Sun" in at the same time.

This week's "Tarot Meeting" is coming as scheduled!

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

The familiar gray mist and hazy figure came into view, and Audrey, who had been successfully promoted to the eighth place in the sequence, half got up, lifted her skirt, and greeted happily:

"Good afternoon, Mr. 'Fool'~ Good afternoon, Mr. 'Hanged Man', afternoon, Mr. 'Sun'!"

Crane, who had already turned on the spiritual vision, with the help of the special above the gray mist, noticed that the surface of the star spirit body in the depths of Miss "Justice's etheric body" had changed again, and the unified color was much purer, so he chuckled:

"Welcome, Miss Our 'Mind Reader'. ”

Audrey smiled reservedly, said a few words modestly, and turned her head to look at the other side:

"Mr. 'Hanged Man', it's time for you to submit your six-page diary for this week. ”

Maybe Mr. "Fool" will think of something after seeing it, and tell us a little more "common sense...... The corners of her mouth curled slightly in anticipation.

Alger nodded, and began to visualize the six pages of Russell's diary with Crane's help.

Before, he thought about whether to ask the "fool" to directly submit the rest of the diary by sacrificing it, but seeing that the other party didn't seem to be too interested, he didn't take the initiative to mention it, so he gave up this plan again.

And this is very much in line with his perception, Russell's diary has a certain effect on the godlike Mr. "Fool", but it is not too big, he will collect, but not urgently.

The six-page diary was soon completed, and Alger was about to present it to the "Fool" at the top of the bronze table, when he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly spoke respectfully:

"Mr. Fool, I have received a piece of information about the Esoteric Order. ”

On the ocean, the news is not closed, but it is not timely.

The pirates also valued information, and often sent people to the colonial islands to exchange information they had gathered, and it was through this channel that Alger learned about the Esoteric Order.

"Good. Klein bowed his head lightly and motioned for the "Hanged Man" to narrate, not avoiding the existence of Miss "Justice" and "Sun" classmates.

This helps the former to gather other information about the Esoteric Order, while the latter does not understand it at all.

At the same time, he let the six pages of the diary flash into the palm of his hand.

"The Hanged Man," said Alger, unpleasantly and slowly:

"The Esoteric Order has a certain connection with the Republic of Intis. ”

Republic of Intis ...... Also, Russell the Great was a native of Intis, and Zarathu found him in Trier, the capital of Indis...... The Esoteric Order was later involved in the famous incident of Intis...... Well, it's not surprising that the Tantra still has some connection with the Republic of Intis today...... Klein confirmed before and after that the information provided by the "hanging man" was true.

Oh, it just so happens that I'm going to deal with the ambassador of the Republic of Intis next...... Crane didn't rush to look at Russell's diary, looking up at the only three members.

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