"Snake, where are the snakes?" Angelo, who was holding a lantern in his hand, was the first to react and subconsciously raised the light in his hand.
Klein, who was panting heavily, had beads of sweat on his face from being frightened by the red-haired young man. He loosened his right hand that was tightly holding the poisonous snake's body, staggered on the spot and said:
"The basement is full of venomous snakes. If I hadn't brought a walking stick, I might have stayed down there?"
The dead body of the poisonous snake lay limp on the ground. In the panic, Mr. Carter and Angelo, who were standing one behind the other, did not take a closer look and did not find any clues on the dead body of the poisonous snake. Instead, they were startled and had small pimples all over their bodies.
Mr. Carter, who was already getting older and his body was not as good as before, even held his chest tightly, making it difficult to breathe. After gasping for a while, he suddenly grabbed Angelo's forearm and said in a deep voice:
"Seal this place quickly and let the workers seal the door. No news can come out through it."
"Yes!" Angelo, who was in a daze, responded subconsciously and quickly walked out of the cleaned basement area.
Although he was born in a colonial plantation, he has always been afraid of these mysterious snakes in the southern continent since his childhood.
These things kill several people every year on the plantation!
Seeing that Mr. Carter had given up the idea of continuing to explore, Klein, who had been pretending to be tired and frightened, straightened up slightly and gradually returned to his normal breathing rate.
Accompanied by him, Mr. Carter moved swiftly and returned to the first floor of the main house without hesitation.
The old gentleman, who was no longer what he was back then, looked back with palpitations at the dark basement entrance behind him. He swallowed subconsciously, then turned sideways and said slowly to Klein, who didn't know when he had returned to normal next to him:
"Thank you, Mr. Moriarty. If you hadn't discovered the problem here, I really can't imagine how many problems would have occurred during the construction."
His hands drooped unnaturally, and he kept rubbing his pockets. His expression looked a little flustered, and he took a soft breath and asked:
"Mr. Moriarty, do you know... a professional who would handle this situation?"
"I'm afraid that even if the entrance is sealed, these snakes will escape from nowhere.
"Don't worry yet. It's already autumn and they won't be active in cold places. But when summer comes, you may really need to pay attention to this." Klein, who was suddenly asked, put his chin on his head and pretended to be calm.
He said thinking.
He closed his mouth tightly, his lips pursed into a straight line, and his face looked extremely ugly, as if he was really worried about the snakes that would swim out of the cracks in the basement at some point.
It's weird, instead of worrying about those dead poisonous snakes swimming out, it's better to worry about whether they will become undead because of the remnants of that weird ritual... I think of hiding in the ruins, as if with some kind of spiritual power.
The red-haired young man who existed in the form of a body, and the lingering scarlet mist suspended above the corpses of the snakes, gave Klein an unstoppable headache.
Mr. Carter's worry reminded him that although the snakes underground were dead, in that closed environment, if they really turned into undead, it would be ten times more dangerous than hundreds of venomous snakes coming out of their holes!
Wait, this house originally belonged to a viscount. Maybe I can take the opportunity of handling the corpses of the snakes to find out the origins of this house and the underground ruins... A mystery related to the two royal families.
Existence... Klein, with a cold face, suddenly relaxed his brows and opened his tight lips.
"Mr. Carter, I do know some professionals who can deal with this situation. My suggestion is to directly divide the two spaces in the basement through blasting. But you know, this kind of project is more dangerous. I need to know about this building.
House specific information.”
"But when I bought this place, I didn't get any house design drawings or anything like that." Mr. Carter quickly understood Klein's intention and added a little embarrassedly.
If you really do, it would be in trouble... Klein, who had a relatively gentle brow, adjusted the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and said in a professional manner:
"This is not a big problem. You can tell me the names of the previous owners of this house and I will investigate from this perspective."
Various recent experiences have made Klein more cautious. Compared to directly asking the viscount, the original owner of this house, for his surname, this extensive approach is more confusing.
Mr. Carter, who originally bought this house for the original aristocratic property, put a lot of effort into the negotiation process of the purchase, and answered easily without even thinking:
"Mr. Casmont, Mr. Byron, and in the middle is the Backlund House Auction Trust Company, and its original owner, Viscount Pound."
"However, I heard that Viscount Pound has been deprived of his title of viscount and is now a baronet with little assets." Mr. Carter, who was eager to get rid of the hidden dangers in his house, specifically added.
The ruined noble... Klein subconsciously moved his stance and asked more professionally:
"Do you know anything about this Viscount Pound... Baronet?"
Mr. Carter, who didn't care much about Detective Moriarty's attention to the baronet, thought for a while and said in a humble tone:
"I don't know much about this gentleman. I only know that his family once won a title in the 'Oath-Breaking War' and was famous for a while. But in the following decades, this family was like a devil.
, the heirs died mysteriously one by one, and in the end we had to find an heir from a side branch."
"Perhaps it's a side story. The current baronet has never been very selective in his life. He has squandered most of his family property and is probably no longer close to bankruptcy."
I don’t know much... Mr. Carter, you are really humble... Seeing his employer’s sudden interest, the corners of Klein’s mouth twitched as he talked, but the thoughts in his mind were quickly replaced.
The information I just heard drew me away.
As a former history student, Klein is no stranger to the "War of Broken Oaths." This was a religious war that took place in 738 of the Fifth Age and directly reshuffled the situation in the Northern Continent before the Industrial Revolution.
If Emperor Russell hadn't invented the steam engine and artillery, the peace and international structure brought about by this war might have lasted much longer... Klein nodded, and the ideas in his mind were relatively clear.
But this is purely from the perspective of historical records. There must be more secret reasons for the rise of the Pound family.
At least a few doors on the outside of the underground ruins have a strong flavor of the mid-to-late Fifth Age, and may have been installed by the Pound family later.
After that, Klein pretended to be casual again and asked Mr. Carter some information about other owners who had owned these houses. It wasn't until his stomach started to grumble again that he gave up and took the initiative to say goodbye, agreeing to meet up later.
Dealing with the basement of this house.
"Thank you for your help, Detective Moriarty." Angelo bowed slightly as he sent Klein Gong out of the courtyard.
Klein, who still had some traces of dust on his body, waved his hand and immediately stepped onto the hired carriage waiting at the door.
Rumble.
The carriage began to bump, and Klein's tense nerves relaxed slightly as he felt the not-so-soft cushions behind him.
Suddenly, there was a ripple on the not-so-bright glass of the car window, and the delicate figure of the bodyguard lady emerged from it, as if the curtain had been lifted, floating into reality.
Klein, who had just tilted his head back and closed his eyes, couldn't help but sit up straight again, and the relaxation on his face disappeared in an instant.
"It's time?"
The bodyguard lady suspended in the air stared at him silently and said in an ethereal voice:
"The protection period is three days, and it's not yet enough."
As she spoke, the curiosity that Klein had briefly seen in the ruins once again appeared in her blue eyes... Although she was restrained, she could still feel the ups and downs.
The young lady obviously hesitated for a while.
"The spirit in the ruins...will you try to complete the task it proposes?"
The experienced bodyguard was very measured and did not directly mention another thing mentioned by the red-haired young man - this young man calling himself Sherlock Moriarty should be the mysterious being enshrined in the penultimate room.
believer.
This is a good habit shaped for the bodyguard lady by her long-term wandering life and the guidance of her former teacher. It is also the most basic respect.
"No, but I will definitely try to explore the origin of that ruins." After a few seconds of silence, Klein looked into the blue eyes of the bodyguard lady and said solemnly.
Then he thought again, and his free left hand couldn't help but touch the thin human skin mask on his face, subconsciously moving away from the bodyguard.
"It's enough to protect you until here. I'm very grateful that you didn't leave because of MI9 last night."
The bodyguard lady suspended in mid-air nodded slightly, and her figure immediately faded.
"etc."
The almost transparent bodyguard lady stopped moving when she heard the sound, her figure became real again, and there was a trace of doubt in her eyes.
Klein, who really stopped the bodyguard and left, was stunned on the spot, but returned to normal in just a second.
"In that basement, if I can obtain information about the Pound family and the subsequent work of cleaning up the corpses of poisonous snakes outside the ruins, can I still contact you?"
The bodyguard lady in mid-air did not answer directly, but nodded slightly.
"How should I inform you, through Maric?" Klein hesitated.
The bodyguard lady still didn't speak, but nodded again, then bent down, lifted up her skirt like she did when she first accepted the commission, made a salute, and then disappeared.
The translucent, illusory and hazy figure in the carriage completely disappeared. Klein subconsciously opened his spiritual vision. Sure enough, there were no more spiritual fluctuations in the air or on the window glass on both sides.
Although even if she hadn't left, I wouldn't have discovered that she was... Klein closed his eyes and leaned back into the back seat of the carriage.
Amidst the rumbling, the carriage traveling at a constant speed drove further away.
............
Near Backlund Bridge.
After getting off the carriage, Klein did not do any extra activities and returned directly to his rented apartment.
Sure enough, in the lobby on the first floor of the apartment, the familiar figure of Mr. Aigron was still sitting behind the front desk. There was still steaming coffee on the table next to him, and he was quietly reading a slightly old book on the side.
A novel with gilded text.
"Stop." Aegron Crosone, who was looking intently, suddenly said when Klein passed by the front desk. He slowly put down the novel in his hand, and the rising steam blocked his eyes.
Klein, who was pointing his cane with his right hand, stopped, turned to the right, and asked in a low voice:
"What's matter?"
Mr. Aigron, who had normal eyes but slightly dim light gray pupils, did not stand up, but his upper body was straight.
"Next week, you should change your accommodation. It is no longer safe here."
"Is it unsafe?" Klein asked subconsciously.
Aigron took a sip of coffee and gently rested his free palm on his upper thigh. He glanced around and then said slowly:
"Some people within MI9 have been keeping an eye on this place recently. The mission assigned to you by His Highness the Prince, if you are targeted while completing the task, we will also be in trouble here."
Are the people from MI9 watching this place lately?
I am obviously working for Prince Edsac, but MI9 will not ignore my actions. It seems that MI9 is also very complicated inside...Prince Edsac does not seem to be in control.
What kind of power? When I came into contact with him before, I didn't see the light of spirituality in him. He himself was not an extraordinary person.
But why, I originally thought that members of the royal family would also have certain extraordinary powers...
Klein, whose thoughts were a little wandering, nodded subconsciously, and then asked after careful consideration:
"Where would I move?"
"Jo Wood District." Aigron, who was tasting coffee, glanced at Klein, thought for a moment, and added, "It's the most ordinary place and won't be too conspicuous."
That's right, with all the recent extraordinary events, and perhaps even including the church's joint MI9 search for the Aurora Society, which was caused by my own report, there should be a lot of extraordinary power hidden in the East District.
While Klein was thinking, he saw Mr. Aigron in front of him, as if he had remembered something, he put down the coffee cup in his hand and took a newspaper from the table at the front desk.
Looking at the newspaper handed by Mr. Aiglon, Klein subconsciously raised his hand to take it, and asked in a daze:
"Has the result been announced for the 'Devil' related case?"
"No, it's another case." Aigron said in a low voice.
Listening to the other party's serious and low voice, Klein frowned and immediately looked away.
On the newspaper that had been folded several times, the large characters on the front page were extremely conspicuous.
Last night, the Aurora Society terrorist attacked the Intis embassy, and the Intis ambassador to Backlund died!
Ah this, ah this, ah this.
Klein was momentarily stunned as he stared closely at the newspaper title.
His stagnant brain slowly started to rotate, and pieces of information colluded with each other.
"Mystery" and the True Creator are allies, and the Aurora Society also regards "Mystery" as a great being that needs to be served. In a sense, the Aurora Society is also a subordinate of "Mystery".
But it can’t be so fast, right?
Less than a week after he proposed to kill Ambassador Intis at the Tarot Conference, he died unexpectedly.
Looking at Klein's dull expression, Aigron, who had been observing his performance, suddenly said: