On a foggy morning, Klein sat at his dining table, breaking up the oatmeal bread he had bought and dipping it in milk, improving his eating style.

Although his body has long changed, his pursuit and dedication to food are engraved in his soul, and he is completely unable to adapt to the monotonous and repetitive breakfast style of the Kingdom of Rune, so he can only try as much as possible, not confined to toast, bread, bacon, sausage, butter and cream, and strive to expand the boundaries and enrich the way of eating, for example, his recipe has added the popular pork pie in the south, Fenerport pasta, baked corn tortillas and other varieties.

"The caviar of the Fersak Empire is also good, but it is too expensive, and it is only suitable for formal dinners......" Crane scooped the small piece of oat bread with a spoon of foamy softness, stuffed it into his mouth, and after only a little chewing, he felt the milk flowing out of the wheat-stained milk, and the bread became sweeter and sweeter.

After breakfast, Klein put down his fork and spoon, didn't rush to clean up, picked up the newspapers that had just been delivered, and leisurely began to read.

Wait a minute, and if nothing happens, visit Mr. Raypard on Thatch Street in St. George's to see if his new means of transportation is worth investing in...... Beckland is so big that each district is almost the same as the city of Tingen, and the eastern district is especially exaggerated, at least twice as much...... The most convenient and cost-effective way to travel is to turn your feet to the steam subway and then to your feet, which is a bit of a waste of time...... Klein rambled with divergent thoughts.

- Beckland's public carriage system is similar to Tingen's, and the pricing is similar, the only problem is that most of them are confined to a single district, and if you want to get from Joorwood to St. George's, you have to change trains several times on the way, and the price will naturally go up.

This makes the prospect of a new type of transport very attractive.

Knock! Knock!

At that moment, a loud knock on the door echoed and entered Crane's ears.

Who is it...... I don't even know about the doorbell...... He muttered a few words, straightened his neckline, came to the door, and reached out to pull it away.

What appeared in front of him was an acquaintance, the highland man who had chased Ian Jr. on the steam subway, the highland man with dark skin and sunken eye sockets.

According to the results of Klein's "psychic", he was called Meursault, the "executioner" of the Zmange party, the leader of the not low position.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" and you want to entrust me?" Klein deliberately looked a little confused.

Meursault wore a black coat and a pompous silk top hat, but he did not look like a gentleman at all.

He glanced at Klein indifferently and asked rhetorically in Rune with a rich highland accent:

"You're Sherlock Moriarty?"

"Yes. Klein replied succinctly.

Meursault nodded stiffly:

"I want to entrust you with finding someone. ”

"Let's talk about the specifics of the situation. "Klein didn't allow himself to appear out of the ordinary.

Meursault shook his head coldly:

"No, you don't. ”

After speaking, his eyes suddenly became sharp:

"I'm looking for someone named Ian, Ian Wright, he has bright red eyes, he's about fifteen or sixteen years old, he likes to wear brown, old coats, and bowler hats of the same color, and I think you know him. ”

Klein laughed and said:

"I don't understand what you're talking about. ”

Meursault did not seem to hear the other party's denial: "He is a thief who stole one of my very important items, and as long as you can find him, you can be paid at least 10 pounds." ”

"You've given too few clues. Klein made a random excuse.

"30 pounds. Meursault made a new offer.

Klein glanced at him and said:

"No, it goes against my principle of confidentiality. ”

"50 pounds. Meursault replied coldly.

“...... I'm sorry, but I won't be taking on this task. Klein was stunned for two seconds, and finally chose to refuse.

Meursault slowly scrutinized him deeply for several seconds, his gaze becoming cold and fierce.

He made no new offer, nor did he politely say goodbye, but turned sharply and walked briskly to the end of the street.

This gangster's intelligence skills are very good...... I even knew that Ian had come to look for me...... Klein sighed to himself, and did not feel too much worry and fear because of this.

After all, I am the one who has faced the heirs of the evil gods, although I have a belly...... Thinking about it, his smile suddenly brightened, and he began to flip a coin to decide whether to go out today.

The answer is yes.

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

St. George's Quarter, Saatchi Street.

Klein, who switched from a railroad to a steam subway to a trackless carriage, finally reached his destination, costing a total of 11 pence.

As soon as he stepped out of the carriage, he noticed that it was raining outside, and he did not have an umbrella with him.

"According to newspapers and magazines, this is the daily life of Beckland, and the hat is popular because ladies and gentlemen don't carry umbrellas all the time......," Klein pressed his half-height silk top hat and rushed to the outside of House 9 with the help of the eaves.

He slapped off the obvious droplets of water on his body and rang the doorbell.

But he did not hear the sound of the cuckoo, nor did he perceive the tinkling movement.

"The doorbell is broken?" Klein was about to raise his hand and knock on the door, when he suddenly noticed footsteps coming from far and near.

Naturally, the figure of the comer came to his mind, a tall, thin, black-haired, blue-eyed gentleman in his thirties, dressed in gray-blue worker's clothes, but with a polite appearance.

The door opened, and the gentleman rubbed his forehead and said:

"Who are you looking for? What's the matter?"

Klein took off his top hat and bent down slightly:

"I'm here to see Mr. Raypard, and I'm a little interested in his new type of transportation. ”

The gentleman's eyes lit up:

"I'm Raypard, please come in. ”

He leaned over to let Klein in, but there was no coat rack in the foyer.

Crane could only rely on his cane and follow Raypard to the living room without taking off his coat.

It has to be said that this gentleman's home is very messy, and there are many mechanical-related items on the coffee table in the living room alone, such as wrenches, bearings and screwdrivers.

"How much do you want to invest? Ah, by the way, do you want coffee, or black tea, eh...... Black tea seems to be gone......" Repard blurted out.

This gentleman is a bit blunt, and he doesn't seem to be very good at interpersonal communication...... Klein's thought flashed, and he changed his predetermined tone, and replied bluntly:

"I have to see your new type of transportation before I can make a decision. ”

"I can't make a commitment without knowing anything. ”

As he spoke, he looked around and saw the triangular emblem hanging on the wall.

This is a symbol of the god of steam and machinery, and the solid triangle is filled with symbols such as steam, gears, and levers.

Repard was not disgusted by Crane's way of getting straight to the point, and immediately said:

"I'll show you. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped his head sharply: "I almost forgot, we must first sign a confidentiality contract to ensure that you do not steal my invention." ”

Mr. Raypard, you don't have a good memory...... Klein smiled and said:

"No problem. ”

After signing the simple contract, Raypard led Klein into the room that appeared to be the living room, and he connected it to the guest room and basement next door, making it much wider and much more empty.

The floor was cluttered with parts, and a half-human-tall rough object resembling a carriage stood in the center.

In addition, the cord of the doorbell is also connected here, and it is cleverly arranged so that whenever someone pulls the rope, the mechanism will pop out a steel ball, causing it to roll along a special track, striking the thing in the center, creating a proper reverberation.

It wasn't loud, but it was enough to wake up Raypard, who was addicted to machinery.

"Is that the new type of vehicle you invented?" Klein pointed to the rough passage in the center.

"Yes, I invented it according to the imagination of Russell the Great!" replied Raypard with feverish eyes.

"Russell the Great's imagination?" asked Klein, stunned.

Raypard explained in adoring tones:

"Russell the Great left behind a manuscript with his imagination of various mechanical devices of the future, he was a brilliant genius, no, a master! Many things in it have become reality! Hehe, this manuscript is kept in the Church of Steam and Machinery, and there is no way to borrow it from a non-devout believer. ”

...... Emperor, do you still leave a way for others to live...... The corners of Klein's mouth moved, barely able to keep a smile.

"Tell me more about it. He changed the subject.

Raypard led Klein to the rough metal thing, brushed open the door, and said:

"This is a means of transport that does not require horses. ”

"The driver sits in front of the left, constantly presses the pedals, connects the four wheels with levers, chains, etc., and makes them roll forward, and on the wheels, I use rubber inflation, which makes the ride smooth. ”

So, it's a rickshaw? Klein couldn't help but complain.

He pondered and said:

"With such a huge body and at least four passengers, I am afraid that I can't travel far by relying on people alone. ”

"That's exactly what I'm going to do next, to reduce the weight and amplify the leverage! But my finances aren't too rosy to support any more attempts. Raypard looked at Klein wistfully.

"Why don't you think of something else, like steam?" Klein said slowly.

Raypard shook his head: "This has already been invented, but it is very large, and it is difficult to drive on many streets. ”

That's what Klein was waiting for:

"Well, why don't you make a simpler, for example, only two wheels, which can only carry one person, without a shell. ”

"You mean the type of bicycle?" Repard asked rhetorically, as if in thought.

On Russell's manuscript, Klein nodded heavily:

"Yes. ”

"The bikes that other people have invented are not very practical...... Simplify this ...... It seems like it really can, but it's really different...... But who's going to buy it?" said Raypard to himself.

Klein gave directions without hesitation:

"Postmen, working class people with a little savings, don't need too many decent businessmen who can save money...... There's a lot of this in Beckland. ”

Repard thought for a while, nodded slightly, and said:

“...... I can try it, but I don't have the money to buy parts......"

"I'll invest you 100 gold pounds, plus what I just suggested, I will occupy ...... total" Klein hesitated whether to say ten percent of the shares, or fifteen percent of the shares, after all, 100 pounds is not too much technically.

"You can take thirty-five percent of the shares!, but only in the bicycle project you described!" Repard said preemptively, afraid that the other party would ask too much.

"Deal!" Klein immediately laughed, "Let's draw up a simple contract and settle this matter, and then I'll get a formal contract with a lawyer, adding some details, such as, if anyone invests, they must first get my consent." ”

"No problem. Raypard couldn't wait to reply, just wanted to buy parts quickly.

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

In the gloom brought by the long rain, Klein returned to Minsk Street in the Jowood district.

He entered the house, went straight to the bathroom on the first floor, and comfortably solved the problem of a bulging lower abdomen.

Bang la blah.

The sound of the water echoed, and Klein bent down to wash his hands.

At this moment, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind:

The mirror reflects him with his head down, a dimly lit environment, and a pair of eyes on the side.

A pair of eyes!