Well, although I don't need it anymore, I can give it to Susie, and I can exchange it for other extraordinary materials...... Well, Susie's potion is still short of Farsman's spinal fluid...... There are some things that Susie does, which is much more convenient than myself...... Every "great detective" needs a good assistant, and Audrey made a quick decision, and for her, it was not something she cared about.

Putting down the telegram, her pleasure precipitated, and the troubles of reality gradually emerged.

I owe Mr. "Fool" information to the Esoteric Order, the mission to assassinate Ambassador Intis, and a request from his dependents...... I finally got to feel what it was like to be burdened with a lot of debt...... Audrey, we can't delay any longer!Let's get started!The girl quietly clenched her fists, intending to dig through a pen and paper, and write a letter to Viscount Gleilynt, asking him to arrange for her to meet with Hugh and Furth as soon as possible, and to entrust the matter to her.

Lifting the pen and dipping it in ink, Audrey suddenly hung on her wrist and didn't write.

She had just thought of a crucial problem, that is, she knew very little about Ambassador Intis Beckron, and in this case, it was easy to misjudge the difficulty, either to find someone willing to accept the commission, or to delegate it to someone who was not suitable, so that the task would face failure at the beginning.

As for the cost of the inflated price, it was not her focus, and she believed that Mr. "Fool" would be better rewarded and more helpful to herself.

After a moment of silence, Audrey turned to the maid Anne and said:

"Tell Countess Galia that I accept the invitation and will be on time for her ball to-morrow night. ”

Galia, the wife of the Count of Wolff, invited ambassadors to Rune, including Beckron Jean Martin, for her upcoming ball.

Audrey originally wanted to use her illness as an excuse to push it off, but now she is interested in the ball.

After observing Ambassador Beckron and gathering enough information, she will meet with Hugh and Forth! Audrey suddenly has the excitement of participating in big things and starting to dream of an adventurous career!

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

The capital of the Rorsted Islands, the "City of Generosity" Byam.

Returning to the real world, Alger Wilson changed into a slightly ostentatious outfit of the Republic of Intis and entered the alley through the back door of the hotel, making a few detours.

He stopped in front of a house with no garden or lawn, and pulled out a common white hard-shell mask and put it on his face.

Immediately afterwards, he reached out and knocked on the door, three heavy and two light, two long and three short.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the door creaked open, and a man in a pirate turban poked his head out and quickly looked left and right.

"Come in. The man stepped out of the way and said in a deep voice.

Alger didn't speak, and quietly walked into the room.

Bang dang!

The door slammed shut.

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

At 15 Minsk Street, Klein opened the curtains and sat down at his desk.

The information given by the "Hanged Man" to the Esoteric Order informed him that the target was likely to have some connection to the Republic of Intis, and at the same time, he was reminded of the "Hanged Man's" previous description of the Antigonus family, "weird" and "terrifying".

The Extraordinaire who sneaked into my room with an iron-black nematode last night, peeked at the messages and left a warning was indeed a little weird...... The chain of sequences mastered by the Antigonus family is the "soothsayer" path of the tantric order, and the two can be equated...... In other words, it is possible to speculate that the extraordinary person last night was a part-time spy of the Republic of Antis, a member of the Esoteric Order, or that he did not belong to the Esoteric Order, but obtained the corresponding recipe and potion with the help of the connection between the Republic of Antis and the Esoteric Order?

"This would explain the fact that my 'clown' hunch didn't work when the weird clemats invaded, due to the suppression of me by the higher sequencers of the same pathway...... Of course, there are also reasons why the iron-black nematode did not really threaten me......"

"Again, it explains why I had just finished writing Ian Wright's information when an iron-black nematode infiltrated and went straight to my desk that night...... The other person's ability to be a 'soothsayer' makes things reasonable enough......"

After much deliberation, Klein felt that his guess was likely close to the truth.

"If it is indeed the higher sequencer of the 'soothsayer' path, how many sequences will he be, and what is the name of the potion? Can manipulate the iron black nematode, could it be the other giant of the 'circus', the animal trainer?" Crane shook his head silently, half self-deprecatingly, half amused.

Maybe my follow-up potion recipe will be from him...... This is what I really meant by the revelation I received in my previous divination? Beckland, what a "land of hope...... Klein muttered to himself and began to think about what to do next:

The task of assassinating Beckron, the ambassador of Intis, and completely extinguishing the hidden danger, has been entrusted to him, and he must avoid suspicion, and he does not have the ability.

After revealing Ian Wright's whereabouts to both sides, he believed that Ambassador Baker would not have time to retaliate against him anytime soon, and that he would not be in any further trouble.

Finding the very important items in his mouth is obviously what he cares about the most.

"In other words, until the item is found, I'm safe, and I don't have to rush to hire powerful Extraordinaire bodyguards...... Well, even if there is a follow-up retaliation, it is impossible for the ambassador to invite a high-order powerhouse to deal with me, which is neither economical nor necessary, after all, Beckland is not his home ......"

"The most likely thing is that it's still in the hands of the extraordinary person who infiltrated my room with the iron-black nematode last night, who is at least Sequence 7, maybe even Sequence 6, Sequence 5, has enough strength and is familiar with the situation...... I'll just hire bodyguards according to this standard when the time comes...... Hopefully, the ambassador will never give orders before then......" Klein looked out the window at the fog that had finally dissipated, as if in a daze.

He decided to continue going to the "Bar of the Brave" tonight, this is to use Caspars to contact other extraordinary people to lay the foundation for choosing the right bodyguard, the second is to find an opportunity to sell Meursault's extraordinary characteristics to raise some funds, and the third is to see if anyone sells amazing magical items to improve his own strength, this is a plan that will never go out of style.

After deciding on his idea, Klein pretended to be leisurely flipping through the newspaper and waited until it got dark before slowly getting up and making himself a tomato oxtail soup.

After eating and drinking, he routinely closed the bedroom curtains and decided not to open them again tonight.

Then, he summoned himself, responded to himself, and transformed into a special spirit, bringing the Azk Bronze Whistle, Meursault's extraordinary properties, homemade charms, various materials, and tarot cards from the gray mist back to the real world, leaving only a few items such as blood-stained standard contracts.

After doing all this and equipping the corresponding things, Crane's strength returned to the peak, and he became half an occult expert again.

Straightening his collar, he took his hat and cane and left 15 Minsk Street.

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

Iron Gate Street, inside the "Brave Bar".

Crane, who had exchanged a glass of beer for news, found Caspers in a card room, where he was playing "Fight Evil" while betting on a boxer outside, and had a good time.

This familiar environment reminded Crane of the last time he met Maric in Texas playing with a dozen living corpses, and he was suddenly glad that he hadn't brought an Azk Bronze Whistle before.

If I had brought the bronze whistle given by Mr. Azic, I would have guessed that the dozen or so living corpses of Marić would have defected on the spot and "entertained" me with hospitality...... I don't know what kind of expression he will have...... Klein stood by the door and nodded to Caspars Cornen.

Caspars covered the cards, burst into foul language, got up and walked to the door, and said in a low voice:

"I'll take you to a place where the people are not as good as Marich, but they are all quite powerful, and it is none of my business to negotiate a deal, but I must warn you in advance that you must not provoke them, or you will probably not see the sun tomorrow, and of course, it will not be easy to see the sun in Beckland after September. ”

"Do I need to pay you?" Klein asked sincerely.

Caspars nodded in satisfaction:

"Two pounds. ”

You can buy a revolver in a weapon shop...... Although they will bid more than 3 pounds, they can basically bargain for about 2 pounds...... Klein grunted and gave Caspars two £1 notes.

Caspars turned back to his players and led Klein to the bar's kitchen location, from where he entered the back alley and went around to a darkly lit house.

He took out an iron mask that could only cover the upper half of his face, handed it to Crane, and chuckled:

"It is as if you bought it for two pounds. ”

I can buy more than one for two pounds...... Crane put on an iron mask and deliberately messed up his hairstyle.

Seeing that he was ready, Caspars knocked rhythmically on the door.

Seven or eight seconds later, a small plank of wood on the door was suddenly pulled open, revealing brown eyes from behind.

After being scrutinized for a long time, Crane finally saw the door open in the back.

A man in an iron mask stood there, handed Crane a hooded robe, and said to Caspers in a hoarse voice:

"Remember to tell me in advance next time, otherwise, huh!"

He closed the door, turned around, and led Klein through the dark living room into the first-floor living room.

There was a candle lit on the coffee table, and the dim light illuminated the room.

Around the coffee table, there were a dozen people sitting on the sofa and chairs, all dressed in hooded robes and iron-colored masks.

Crane, who had put on his robe, quietly found a chair in the corner and sat down, and heard a man with a chubby face complain:

"Recently, there have been more wild beasts in the sewers, and they have eaten away a lot of the herbs I have grown. ”

"They're smart, they haven't touched any poison, I need someone to clean them up for me, you know, that's not my specialty, I'm only good at mixing potions and treating you. ”