Early Tuesday morning, Klein, who had fallen asleep until he woke up naturally, prepared two slices of toast, a piece of butter, a portion of bacon and a cup of coffee for himself, and leisurely read the newspaper while having breakfast.

With the terrifying spell of "Dirty Words", he felt much more at ease and was no longer as tense as before.

Crane finished reading the Beckland Post, picked up the Tassock newspaper, and saw a news on the second page:

"At 2 a.m. today, a fierce gunfight occurred in Red Brick Lane in the East District. According to the police, this may involve a conflict between two gangs, one of which is the infamous Zmange Party."

Zmanger Party...Red Brick Lane in the East District...Kline suddenly had an idea, left the dining table, and found Beckland's map.

He just glanced at it and found that Red Brick Lane was not far from White Rum Street, and Ian Wright once appeared at the Telegram Office on White Rum Street.

Red Brick Lane is where Ian Wright hides? The fierce conflict was caused by special military departments and Intis' intelligence personnel? I don't know what the result is... Klein forked the last bacon, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

He only "telled" both sides about the divination situation early yesterday morning. They locked in Ian's position that night, and their efficiency was not low.

After taking a sip of coffee, Klein put down the newspaper and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, he heard the doorbell jingle and echoing constantly.

"Who?" Klein wiped his mouth with a napkin and walked towards the door in confusion.

Could it be a new commission? I have been running around for Ambassador Intis these days. I don’t know how many commissions I missed and how many potential customers I lost... It was a waste of my advertising money... If this continues, my financial situation will be difficult... Klein thought of a lot of things and reached out to open the door.

There were two ladies standing outside, one wearing a morning suit, quite formal Mrs. Summer, with exquisite makeup on her face, which was more beautiful than at home, and she could not tell at all that she was about thirty years old. The other was wearing a wide-brimmed hat with a thin black gauze hanging down, and the dress was darker and fluffy.

"Detective Moriarty, I have friends who want your help." Starling Summer held the gauze hat in his hand, and there was no smile in his blue eyes.

"Please come in." Klein pointed to the living room area, took the opportunity to turn around, tied the buttons on the top of the shirt, and sorted out the black vest.

Starling nodded gently, and did not speak anymore, leading the lady with a black veil to enter the room.

She was very familiar with this place and without Klein's reminder, she easily found the sofa and sat down.

Klein was about to ask a question immediately, but after thinking about Starling Summer's style, he still asked with a smile:

"Coffee, or black tea?"

In his eyes, Mrs. Summer is a lady who pursues the quality of life and wants to express her sense of superiority everywhere.

"No." Another lady took off her wide-brimmed hat with fine black veil.

Her facial features are all good, but the combination is disappointing. In addition, her cheekbones are too high and her appearance looks much older than her actual age.

A little anger, a little sadness, a little wandering, a little fear… Klein read out the lady’s emotions.

This is not that he suddenly possesses the ability of the audience, but that the other party is too obvious.

"Yes, neither coffee nor black tea can be solved." Starling learned the posture in the magazine and tried to make herself sit more elegantly. "This is Mrs. Mary Gale, who is a shareholder of Coim."

"Mrs. Gale, what do you want to entrust?" Klein sat on the single sofa, leaned forward slightly, and rested his arms on his thighs.

"Don't call me Mrs. Gael, just call me Mary." Mary Gael pursed her lips and said, "I hope you will follow my husband to confirm whether he has a mistress. It is best to get substantial evidence."

Because of the active promotion of the Church of the Goddess of the Night for many years, the Kingdom of Rueon is more radical in marriage law than in countries such as Frasak, Intis, and Lenburg, which stipulates that those who betray their marriage must pay a monetary price for it, that is, they will be at an absolute disadvantage in terms of property division.

I heard that other private detectives had at least four of the ten commissions to investigate extramarital affairs... I didn't expect that I also met... Klein said carefully:

"Substantive evidence is not easy to obtain."

"I will lend you the latest portable camera first." Mary replied without hesitation. "As long as you can get the evidence, I will pay you 10 pounds. If you just simply confirm whether there is a mistress, you will only get 3 pounds."

Do you mean a so-called portable camera with two-thirds of my head? 10 pounds, this price is not low... Klein has been paying attention to entrepreneurship recently and has some knowledge of the latest cameras.

He hesitated for two seconds and said:

"OK."

"But you have to provide your husband's detailed information and his activities."

"...No problem!" Mary stayed for a second, then said as she plucked up all her strength.

"Thank you for your help, I hope you don't tell anyone about this." Starling reminded me.

Hearing this sentence, Klein sighed:

"I am a very confidential person and often get into trouble for it."

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In the hall of Count Wolf's house, men and women danced gracefully in the melody played by the violin.

Audrey, holding a glass of champagne with a light gold color, "accidentally" met the Ambassador of the Republic of Intis to Roon, Berkeron Jean-Madan.

"You are the most beautiful lady I have ever seen." Berkeron, who had a thin face and some stubbornness, politely kissed Audrey's back of his hand wearing white gauze gloves, with his eyes enthusiastic and bold.

Audrey's eyes turned and she chuckled:

“Is this Intis’s style of speaking?”

"Yes, we never stingy in praise of beautiful things." Berkeron smiled, "If it weren't for the ethos of the kingdom of Roon, I might have called you my angel."

The old pervert... Audrey kept a graceful smile and said:

“The Rueons are indeed different from the Intis.”

"Ha, this reminds me of a joke, please allow my presumptuousness." Berkeron squeezed his eyes and said, "After having a good time with the beautiful girl, most of the Roon men will say, Oh, my dear, I want to smoke a cigarette, and most of the Intis men will say..."

He paused deliberately, Audrey tilted her head slightly, endured the disgust, pretended to be ignorant and asked:

“What will you say?”

"Most Intis men would say, Oh, baby, I have to go back, not to be discovered by my wife." Berkeron raised his glass and smiled.

"… People who are self-deprecating always have extra charm." Audrey smiled politely.

Her beautiful and crystal clear green eyes suddenly looked at the back of Ambassador Berkelon:

"Sorry, a friend came to me."

"It's a pleasant thing to chat with you." Berkeron owed his body and moved aside.

Audrey walked forward gracefully without looking back.

Just as she was thinking about whom she was going to be the partner of the excuse just now, a young gentleman approached and lowered his voice to remind him:

"Audrey, don't be fooled by that Ambassador Berkelon, he is an old slut! I don't know how many ladies I have deceived into going to bed."

Berkeron is greedy for beauty? This is consistent with my observation... This is a weakness... Audrey turned her eyes and smiled, not hiding her disgust:

"Cons, do you have any misunderstandings about me? Goddess, how could I be fooled by that Ambassador Berkelon? The perfume he sprayed was so irritating that I wanted to vomit, his words were so dirty, and his taste was like a male peacock."

Cons is the youngest son of Viscount Learson, and their family has a very good relationship with the Hall family.

According to Audrey, after graduating from Tingen University, Cons entered MINI No. 9 and became mysterious.

Her original plan was to chat with Ambassador Berkelon for a while and make close observations. Then, using the excuse of angering the other party, she asked Cons and other friends who entered the intelligence community for more information. Who knew that she didn't need to find it, Cons Learson came over by himself and took the initiative to start related topics.

"Your feelings are not wrong," Cons smiled sincerely, looked around and whispered, "and, Berkelon is still a very dangerous guy."

"How dangerous is it?" Audrey asked curiously.

"You have heard of the extraordinary? I know you've always been interested in this." Cons said carefully.

Audrey nodded lightly:

"I know a lot, most of it was told by Glylint."

Cons looked at Berkelon, who was chatting with a noble lady, and said with a serious expression:

"He was Intis' intelligence leader in the Kingdom and did a lot of bad things, but we have never obtained useful evidence. He himself belongs to Sequence 6, the 'conspirator'."

He did not talk too much with Audrey, an outsider, and did not mention that the "conspirator" belongs to the "hunter" approach.

However, Audrey had long known this and said in a naive way:

"He's so awesome!"

"He has an assistant in secret, maybe he has reached Sequence 5. In addition, all the intelligence personnel in Intis in the Kingdom are under his management, and there are many extraordinary people in it. Unfortunately, we only have a few of them at the moment..." Conslior mentioned, "Even if Berkeron praises you, don't be happy. This is not his real idea. He just wants to get more information through this."

I don't like listening to your words so much... Audrey looked up at the gorgeous chandeliers and thought for a few seconds:

"Is Berkeron smart? You haven't gotten his evidence..."

"He is indeed good at planning conspiracies, but he also has many problems. He likes to chase ladies, loves to feel romantic, and is very aggressive. If it weren't for the ambassador's identity that made many of our actions unable to be carried out, he would have been arrested long ago." Cons curled his mouth and said, "But he would have been replaced soon, soon."

"Why?" Audrey asked in surprise.

"Dear beautiful lady, this is not something you should know." Cons insisted on the principle of confidentiality.
Chapter completed!