"Minsk Street..." Looking at the garden house in front of him, Klein subconsciously read the words on the street sign.
He was still wearing his usual classic attire of a double-breasted coat and a gold-encrusted cane, but now he had a leather suitcase standing upright in his left hand, which was half a person's height.
"You can rest assured that there is no one else here. I will still be responsible for your contact in the future." Aigron, wearing a dark blue formal suit, walked slowly over and glanced sharply, seeming to see through the worries behind Klein.
In fact, if you don't tell me, I didn't even start checking to see if there was any eyeliner here... The muscles on Klein's face twitched slightly, but his gaze when he looked at Aiglon was full of curiosity.
This was the first time he saw the landlord dressed so formally.
Even the last time he took himself to see Prince Edsac, he was still wearing the same black trousers, shirt and vest that he usually wore. There was never a second style.
Maybe the last attack on Rosago happened suddenly, and MI9 did not receive the news... But this makes even more sense. Why did Prince Edsac invite me? I was just in "
An advertisement was published in the Backlund Post. If it is a so-called master's degree, then there are as many as there are in Backlund University...
But if it is the so-called Extraordinary status, then shouldn't a powerful and loyal mid-ranker like Mr. Aigron be the first choice?
Is the prince's whereabouts also being monitored?
Klein glanced at Aigron who was opening the door, but unexpectedly, his movements suddenly stopped and he turned his head slowly, as if he had read Klein's mind.
"To be honest, I don't know why His Highness the Prince trusts you and even arranged a place for you personally."
His pupils turned into needlepoints at some point, cold and ruthless.
Klein, who was carrying a huge suitcase, froze on the spot, recalling the huge pressure that had just appeared in his mind for a moment, and swallowed inconspicuously.
Looking at those pale golden eyes, he actually had the illusion of facing an evil dragon.
"This is something I haven't understood yet."
Klein put a smile on his face without being too stiff, took the initiative to push open the door that had been opened by Aigron, and walked in.
"However, this does not prevent me from completing the commission entrusted to me by His Highness the Prince. In fact, I am already working hard on this."
Boom.
There was a muffled sound, and the exaggerated suitcase half a man's height was pressed on the floor. Klein looked around at the layout of the house, and his smile became even wider.
Standing at the entrance, Aigron looked at his poor performance, with a hint of helplessness on his cold and indifferent face.
He stroked the less obvious bulge on his chest and closed the door with a complicated tone.
"Actually, you don't have to complete His Highness the Prince's commission so quickly."
As he spoke, his eyes that could see through people's hearts seemed to have glimpsed a not-so-good future, and the expression on his face became even more gloomy.
"Anyway, His Highness the Prince's commission itself is not simple."
As he spoke, he took out a brass-colored key from his trouser pocket and handed it to Klein, whose hands were wrapped in gloves.
"This is the key to this house, and I will also have a spare key here."
Spare key? Klein, who had already hesitated to take the key, froze in place for an instant, his brows furrowing imperceptibly.
Aigron, who behaved in a military style, returned to his usual reluctance to say a word. He did not explain anything, but finally explained some matters about the house before walking out of the house alone.
, walked a little hastily.
Watching the door close again, Klein stood in the empty living room, the dormant "substitute" glove on his right hand silently activated.
Although the perspective changed for only two seconds, there was really no spiritual thread belonging to humans in this house.
So what exactly is the point of arranging this house for me?
If it is just for convenient control, why is there no one nearby to monitor? Or is Prince Edsac's method of monitoring more special?
Klein, who was wearing thick and neat clothes in the house, felt a little awkward. He took off his coat in a few moments, and his eyes unconsciously moved to the exaggerated suitcase on the ground.
Is this the so-called check-in?
He nodded, with a trace of anxiety appearing on his face without any warning. He covered his lower abdomen with his right hand and rushed into the bathroom in a hurry with his good eyesight.
He wants to determine the safety of this house through divination first!
............
Waves of noisy footsteps echoed in the deep corridor. A group of men and women wearing pitch black windbreakers and wearing red gloves on their hands hurriedly walked into a room at the innermost side of the corridor.
"Deacon Sesima." The leading man greeted softly, and the other men and women wearing red gloves consciously stood in a line behind him.
His facial features are softly contoured, and his hair on his temples is long and deep. Only his hairline is higher, which is a bit inappropriate for his age.
Looking at Crestel Sesima, who had a silver suitcase at his feet and had neat short golden brown hair, simply wearing a white shirt and black trousers, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
This person is one of the Big Three of the Red Gloves, the real senior leader in the church, and his direct superior.
Crestel, who appeared to be in his thirties, with a high collar and a shadow blocking his chin, glanced at the pocket watch in his hand, slightly lowered his right hand to signal, and said in a mellow voice without any disguise:
"We received news last night that a devout believer conveyed a dangerous message to us under the coercion of the gang."
Dangerous information?
Gangster?
The leading man subconsciously felt a sense of disobedience, but out of his understanding of Deacon Sesima, he only showed an inquiring expression and did not interrupt.
With his eyes lowered and his gaze falling on the suitcase beside his ankle, Crestel Sesima paused and continued:
"One of the masterminds behind the Tingen incident, Lanrewus is now hiding in the dock union in the East District."
"As soon as I received the news, I informed it to the church. After divination, this information is basically true."
He slowly raised his head, his dark green eyes as deep as a windless and lightless lake.
"Considering the recent dispersion of the Red Glove team and the high workload of the local Nighthawks, Sost, I will temporarily transfer your team to join this operation."
"Are we the only team?" Sost, the leader of the red-glove team, "The Requiem Master" was stunned for a moment, then asked slightly hesitantly.
Although in his impression, Lanervus was only a Sequence Eight "scammer", he did not question why a red glove team was specifically used to target Lanervus in this operation, but was more concerned about why this operation
It sounds like only my own team participated in this operation.
Characters who have something to do with the evil god need to be treated with the highest standards!
Crestel, who has a mature and quiet temperament, was silent for a moment and explained slowly:
"Also last night, there were several 'devil' attacks near Port Enmat, which restrained most of our forces and those of the Punishers."
"Furthermore, Lanervus is involved in a vicious incident within our Church of Night, and the Holy Church does not want other official Extraordinaries to get involved."
This... the "devil" actually took action at this time, as if it was intentional... Sost, who had just been transferred back, was a little unable to keep up with his thoughts and felt a little magical.
He thought for a while, with obvious hesitation in his eyes, and then said after careful consideration:
"There are also some night watchers in the church who cooperate with the Silveras Field activities. Can we recruit a few from them?"
Crestel, who had calm eyes, looked at Sost's careful eyes and half-sighed:
"Yes, but avoid Dai Li. There is no need for instability in the action."
Sost, who was wearing red gloves on both hands, straightened his back subconsciously, but his slightly opened lips failed to comply with the order. After a few seconds of silence, his neck moved like rust, and his eyes dimmed.
............
In the cafe near Backlund Bridge, Klein was sitting by the window, his eyes fixed on Room 221, which he had just moved out of in the morning, and his free left hand covered the note that Ian had just given to him.
"We will still contact you at this location in the future. As for the new address I just told you, try not to wander around there."
Klein slowly took a sip of the still-hot coffee and put down the cup without interest.
Ian, who was sitting opposite, quickly swallowed his breakfast and nodded, thus answering this sentence.
He barely slept last night, and it took a lot of effort to find out the start time of the next party hosted by Mr. A from Zerrell's previous channels.
"But Mr. Moriarty, someone has paid attention to me recently. I suspect that their background is similar to Detective Zarrell." Ian swallowed the last sip of milk and said hurriedly without having time to wipe his mouth.
Zerel's companion and a member of Feysac's intelligence agency?
Klein's expression did not change, but his eyes became extremely serious, and he couldn't help but guess the intentions of his group of spies.
The Difference Engine drawings in Babbage's hands should have fallen into the hands of Ambassador Intis. From the time I commissioned his assassination at the Tarot Conference to the final Mr. A's attack on the Intis embassy, nearly a week should be enough for them to take action.
The blueprints are shipped out of Loen.
So this time Fusac's spies changed to another target, or was there something wrong with Intis and they didn't have time to send out the information immediately?
Although I still don’t understand Prince Edsac’s purpose, this resource may not necessarily be unavailable. If they really try to get close to Ian, the worst I can do is report it through Mr. Eggron and let MI9 deal with them...
...For the first time, Klein felt that accepting the prince's commission was a good thing. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and nodded slightly in a calm tone.
"Don't worry about it, but you still have to ensure your own safety. Your most recent task is to pay attention to the internal trends in the East District."
After saying that, he would pick up the coffee cup again.
Ian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the affirmative answer, and habitually straightened back his hair, which was too long for a young man, and slid it behind his ears.
Klein's eyes were attracted, and the rim of the cup was already touching his lips. Klein's thoughts suddenly changed. As if he remembered something, he lowered his arms and asked tentatively: