Entrance to the underground steam train platform near Backlund Bridge.
The surrounding street gardens were spewing huge amounts of steam, and the milky white gas was mixed with the light yellow mist in the sky, obscuring the shadows of pedestrians on the road.
Klein, who was standing in the corner, shuttled through the fog and walked down the platform with a natural gait.
"Second class seat." He glanced at the wooden board hanging above the ticket counter and hurriedly marked a ticket like other passengers.
The conductor who hadn't tasted breakfast yet, and whose stomach was rumbling in protest, didn't even raise his head. He tore off the ticket skillfully and slapped it on the table.
Klein, who was not wearing glasses today, raised his eyebrows, took the piece of paper, mixed in the crowd, and squeezed towards the steam train that had just stopped not far away.
Since the start of construction of Backlund's subway, it has been tasked with sharing the traffic pressure on the ground. Recently, taking into account the development of technology and the expansion of commercial companies owned by the nobles, the new subway lines have even been extended to Queens. Ordinary people can also take the subway directly.
Go directly to the gathering place of the nobles.
This was regarded as a retrogression of the times by the conservative party represented by Duke Negan and a precursor to disorder.
Klein leaned quietly on the narrow hardwood seat of the second-class seat, his eyes closed.
He left the house on Minsk Street early this morning, went straight to Backlund Bridge, and found Ian who had been waiting here for a long time.
According to the news we received yesterday, Mr. A’s latest gathering was today, and it was in Queens, where official power is most concentrated.
After the kidnapping of "Daily Observer" president Magath, the three major churches, under the leadership of MI9, focused their official attention on the East District, where undercurrents were constantly surging. Although they still did not give up on Aurora,
They will work with other cult organizations to secretly transport people and military-controlled products to track their whereabouts, but the deployment of official forces has actually caused the other areas of Backlund to completely lose the panic that is most common when wild Extraordinary gatherings occur.
Are the official forces taking the opportunity to wipe out the Aurora Society's forces in the Eastern District?
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The petite Xio stretched her neck and straightened her whole body. The originally wrinkled knight's uniform gradually became closer to the body and no longer looked sloppy.
She pressed down the messy blond hair on her head that was very stubborn and refused to give in. She turned her head irritably and looked at her friend who was slumped on the sofa with his mouth pointed at the ceiling and opening and closing like a dead fish. She said in an unhappy tone.
:
"You can't be so lax just because you've just met the deadline."
He had stayed up all night and had just sent away the editor who had been waiting in his living room since early yesterday morning. His eyes became bloodshot. Forsi raised his head, a meaningless smile appeared on his bloodless face, and said in a daze:
"It doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter anymore."
As she spoke, she suddenly raised her head again, and added a few words under the gaze of her friend.
"I originally thought that after meeting Mr. Fool and getting rid of the full moon's gibbering, my life would open a new chapter. At least I would take advantage of the party to move up the ranks and gain a certain status so that I would not have to worry about it in the future.
Keep working so hard."
She gradually stood up, and with the dying state on her face, she said sadly:
"But I didn't expect that between you and me, the only things that could be sold at that party were the ancient books sent by Miss Audrey and the notes of the Abraham family."
Watching his friend's performance, Xio remained indifferent. He turned sideways and recalled what happened at the Tarot Club and the possible terrifying identity behind Mr. Fool. He couldn't help but curl his lips and reminded:
"So we need to improve ourselves through other channels first. Today is Mr. A's party, will you go?"
Forsi, who was listless but unable to fall asleep, suddenly froze for a moment. The face that was more beautiful than a woman appeared in his mind involuntarily. He swallowed subconsciously, then suddenly woke up again, shook his head and said:
"Not going."
Her tone was so firm that Xio, who was still preparing to use some means, suddenly choked and didn't know what to say.
"Mr. A... There has been a problem at the Aurora Society recently. It is too dangerous. In addition, didn't you just entrust some people to help report Lanerwus on behalf of Mr. Fool?"
"Although with Mr. Fool's relationship, we shouldn't be in any danger, but I still don't want to face the future victims directly." Forsi lowered his head again, rubbed his sore forehead, and used his novelist's
Thoughts, I analyzed the current situation for my friend who is more straightforward.
As for why future victims?
Since Mr. "Fool" chose to borrow the help of others to help the True Creator get rid of the blasphemer Lanervus, he will definitely be implicated in the Aurora Society to a certain extent.
Moreover, all of this is the layout of the gods, and the release of the mission is also carried out in that mysterious space in the gray fog. With the blessing of the power of the gods, it can almost be said that it is completely confidential.
Besides, the people in the Aurora Society are all lunatics. They are not afraid of ten thousand, just what happens... Forsi kept rubbing his forehead, trying to relieve the emptiness of his brain.
After hearing his friend's analysis, Xio, who was fully dressed and ready to go out, stopped what he was doing and sat down again.
She imagined Mr. A's possible attitude after it was revealed that she had entrusted the gang to cause the Aurora Society to suddenly be violently suppressed by official forces, and she felt frightened.
"Then you won't go to Mr. A's party until this period of time passes?"
Forsi, who returned to his salty fish state, opened his mouth, thought for two seconds, and said weakly:
"Isn't there still Saturday?"
"Miss Audrey entrusted us to take her to the Extraordinary gathering. We can start with the resources there."
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His whole body was shrouded in a hooded black robe. Klein moved himself with nothing but a pair of glove-covered palms, and cautiously turned on his spiritual vision.
Being taken away from his most commonly used weapons made him inevitably a little nervous. He looked around, then quickly looked away, and leaned obediently on his seat in the corner.
The waiters in this house have no intention of hiding their identities. Without exception, they are all low-sequence extraordinary people.
Fortunately, there is a secret organization supported by a true god. The strength of the extraordinary people gathered in this house alone has exceeded that of all the nighthawks and church bishops in Tingen combined...
Klein looked at the man sitting on the long sofa at the front of the living room with a casual posture with lingering fear, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Mr. A, one of the 22 divine envoys of the Aurora Society, a powerful sequence five.
Klein had no doubt that if he revealed his identity to him, he might indirectly gain the support of the entire Aurora Society.
After all, the half body of the "God of Mystery" can be regarded as the spokesperson of His will on earth.
As long as Lanrevus is surrounded and suppressed by the strong men of the church, he might be able to contact the saints of the Aurora Society, hunt down Ince Zangwill, and complete a super-efficient revenge... The corner of Klein's mouth
He slowly raised his head, but there was no trace of smile in his eyes.
Of course, he will not take the initiative to reveal his identity to any member of the Aurora Society. Since he has not accepted the intervention of "Secret", he will take this matter to the end.
This is completely his own revenge.
Mr. A, who was leaning on the sofa with his face mostly hidden by the shadow of his hood, suddenly raised his hand. There was no sound in the entire room and everyone looked at him.
"Now the party starts, you can trade."
The waiters standing in the corner stepped forward, each holding a tray with paper and pens that had been prepared long ago.
Klein, who was wearing a double disguise including his robe, watched the party proceeding with a cold eye and had no intention of taking action.
This gathering basically transmits information in the form of notes. There is no communication between members. Only when one-to-one transactions occur, they will move to other rooms and meet alone.
Compared to the party held by Mr. "Eye of Wisdom", this place is obviously more serious and more dangerous.
Of course, the various materials and information designed by the exchange here far exceed that of that party. Fortunately, there is a big force behind it, and the resources are much richer.
In less than ten minutes, Klein had already recognized two or three medium-level potion materials that he knew. This was an almost impossible scene at an "Eye of Wisdom" gathering.
He thought for a moment, slowly raised his arm, and called the waiter.
"I want to buy all the spinal fluid of the evil-striped black panther and the silk glands of the adult widow spider."
Soon, the note was handed to the waiter standing in front of the blackboard. After a brief identification, he copied the names of the two materials onto the blackboard.
There was still silence in the living room, and each member either showed no response or called the waiter himself.
Sure enough... Klein sighed softly and gave up the idea of continuing to ask.
Suddenly, he heard a sound of footsteps coming from far away. A waiter of medium stature, whose whole body was wrapped in a long robe, and whose gender could not be identified, came over.
He stretched out his hand silently, and a piece of paper lay quietly in his white palm.
"I have all the spinal fluid of the evil-striped panther and the glands of an adult widow spider."
Klein's nerves were tense subconsciously, but under the powerful control of the "Joker", he did not lose his composure and searched for the owner of the note. He just straightened his back.
Is this a trap or what?
It shouldn't be a trap. The two main materials are not the same way at all...and my robe is also very loose. Even if he sees that I am not a woman, he may think that I am purchasing for someone else...
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Besides, I am really purchasing for others... Klein slowly breathed a sigh of relief, took the note from the waiter in front of him unhurriedly, and wrote his intention on the back.
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He watched the waiter take back the note and walk back outside the living room, as if he wanted to notify the owner of the note through other means.
Suddenly, Klein, whose eyes were following the waiter's back, froze slightly.
He thought of a terrifying guess.
If I remember correctly, Mr. Aigron said unusually yesterday that Prince Edsac's commission was not simple and did not need to be completed so quickly.
Judging from his previous performance, he is the prince's confidant...
Thinking about which sequence of potion formula the adult widow spider's glands belong to, Klein's face hidden behind the iron mask became distorted little by little.
"Happy Witch"!
Hiss, this prince is a warrior... Even if he stopped thinking, he noticed the waiter who wanted to come by himself. At the other party's signal, he followed him.
The not-so-thick wooden door was opened, and in the quiet study, a man whose face was also covered by a hood sat in a sloppy posture, with his left leg folded on top of his right leg, and he cast his gaze along the sound.
"Please take a seat."
Like the master here, he raised his chin frivolously and had an unruly attitude.
He doesn't look very old. Is this the participant who holds two mid-sequence materials?
Under his gaze, Klein sat down naturally and placed his hands covered in black gloves on the table without any concealment.
Before he came, he had already scattered matches on the ground according to the limit distance of the "flame jump" possessed by the "substitute".
If he is in danger, he can leave this room at any time.
This is a party under Mr. A's jurisdiction, and Klein is confident enough to save his life.
Even if the true identity cannot be revealed, revealing an identity similar to Miss "Judgement" is not out of the question.
The man sitting opposite did not wear a mask under his hood, and his exposed smooth chin could vaguely see his lips.
Watching Klein's performance, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there seemed to be something different in the arc.
Boom, boom, boom, the man raised his finger slightly and tapped the table habitually.
"The two materials you just requested to buy, the total spinal fluid of the evil-patterned black panther, are about 500-700 pounds, and the other one is 1,200 pounds. Believe me, this is definitely a fair price."
But I only brought 1,500 pounds this time... Klein, who had just left most of the money above the gray mist, was a little confused.
The man opposite saw that Klein was still hesitant, so he picked up a small suitcase from under the table, pushed it on the table, and opened it on his own initiative.
Inside the suitcase, which is set off by red silk, the surfaces of two materials exuding different spiritual brilliance are constantly changing in shimmer. One of them is a liquid stored in a test tube, which gives Klein an instinctive attraction and wants to possess it.
Examining the appearance and feel of the two materials, Klein looked away and stretched his right hand towards the inside of the robe.
Both of these are genuine materials!
"I didn't bring enough gold pounds this time." He lowered his voice and chuckled, "You know, it's really rare to meet two people who need the materials you need at a party at one time.
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"I understand." The man opposite did not change his voice, his voice was gentle.
Seeing that he had no intention of letting go, Klein froze in his movement to take out the money. He was silent for a few seconds, then took the initiative to break it and asked:
"I don't know if I have a chance to take away another piece of material, or if we can change the transaction method."
As long as the other party allows it, he can use his bearer account to transfer the remaining money.
If it doesn't work... Klein is looking forward to the other party's reply, and it becomes difficult to breathe.
If that doesn't work, he will choose to give up all the spinal fluid of the evil-patterned black panther and buy another piece of material first.
There are too many uncertainties in Prince Edsac's commission. Showing your sincerity early is the best way to secure the identity of Sherlock Moriarty!