"Another way of trading?" The man whose face was completely hidden in the hood was stunned for a moment and seemed to have no reaction.
He clearly raised his head, the shadow covering his face became thinner, and his smooth chin was exposed more, and his light gray semi-long hair hanging neatly back from his ears could be vaguely seen.
"I only accept gold pounds and cash." His eyes froze for a moment, then he firmly shook his head and rejected Klein's proposal.
They only accepted gold pounds and cash... Klein, who didn't have much hope at all, lowered his head and slowly took out his right hand that was half draped in his robe, taking out a stack of neatly tied banknotes.
He slowly pulled out less than half of it. After confirming again and again, he put most of it back. He pressed his left hand tightly on the remaining banknotes. He was silent for a long time before changing his voice and said:
"Here's 1,200 pounds, and I choose the glands of an adult widow spider."
As he spoke, his eyes involuntarily glanced at the glass test tube on the other side, and his voice became quieter:
"If possible, I hope you can leave another piece of information for me. I will bring enough gold pounds next time."
The man sitting opposite nodded vaguely, but from the corners of his mouth that were vaguely exposed, a faint smile could be seen.
He frivolously pulled out the test tube lying on the red silk next to another small box, and deliberately shook it in front of Klein.
"Don't bother me. There should be an Extraordinary gathering this week. Go there and give me the money, and I will leave this material for you." He pushed the pure black suitcase gently and slid it to the door.
In front of Ryan.
"This is a giveaway."
Is there another gathering of extraordinary people?
With his expression completely hidden behind the iron mask, Klein hesitantly covered the suitcase, his brows already raised high.
What is the next extraordinary gathering, a gathering held by other forces?
No, you should make it clear. There are only two parties that I can control... The other party can't recognize who I am anyway. I have already made a double disguise. Even if I recognize him, I may not know who he is.
True to his true self, Klein forced a smile and his hoarse voice buzzed in the iron mask.
"I wonder which extraordinary gathering you are talking about?"
The man with his left leg resting on his right leg and sitting casually shrugged his shoulders in an unceremonious manner and remained silent.
Phew...Klein, who had a correct attitude and a straight back, slowly breathed a sigh of relief, tried hard to maintain an invisible smile and added:
"I'll add money."
Sure enough, the man who had been silent just now was obviously interested. He rubbed his smooth chin and the curve of his mouth was slightly playful.
"Fifteen pounds, that's a fair price."
Fifteen pounds! Why don't you go and grab it!
I could kill an ambassador for only five pounds a day!
Klein kept his tone as calm as water, and his voice was still hoarse.
"no problem."
He was extremely familiar with his movements. He didn't even take out the tied gold pound this time. He just put his right hand deep into his robe and fumbled for a while, and he accurately took out the 15-pound note.
The man sitting opposite touched the lines on the paper that still smelled of ink, nodded with satisfaction, took out a piece of paper and pen from beside him, and wrote down a few letters.
His left wrist was reversed and pushed forward without any other indication.
Klein, who had an unsightly expression behind the mask, turned over the note as usual, glanced at it quickly, and then rubbed his index finger and thumb together, and a faint spiritual flame suddenly rose up, igniting the edge of the note.
horn.
Watching the note on the table turn into ashes little by little, the man opposite nodded and looked hard at the table with his right hand. The closed door in the study room opened almost simultaneously, and the waiter who opened the door just now stood upright.
There, I bowed to Klein.
Under his gaze, Klein, who was wrapped up tightly, slowly stood up, not forgetting to carry the materials he had just bought, and left the room under the leadership of the waiter.
The door closed softly, and the man who had been sitting behind the desk took off his hood, revealing half-long light gray hair and iconic light blue eyes.
The body here is essentially just a clone of Edmund Jason, playing with the broken hair hanging by his ears and happily counting the gold pounds he just earned from "another master".
The curvature of the corners of the mouth is getting wider and wider.
He couldn't help the unspeakable emotions in his heart, and tapped his finger on the gold pound. The hidden secret technique was quietly released, and he used the convenient flow of information to connect with someone further away.
"Old man, I'll treat you to a big dinner."
...
Ambrosius's lavender eyes showed an obvious exotic aura. Two half-dead "demons" were restrained in the space barrier in front of him. With a little force on his wrist, there was a click that was not known to be from the body structure of the "demons" or from the space itself.
With a sound, these two bodies that had been drained of their value suddenly shattered and turned into dust on the physical level.
Ambrosius, whose body was spotless, lowered his gaze and looked at the crystal ball with twinkling stars in his hand. His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and finally he shrank completely together.
"Invite me to a big dinner?"
.......
The thick carpet absorbed the sound of footsteps. Klein walked in the almost silent corridor, controlling his urge to look back and peeking, and his pace became faster and faster.
He looked at the suitcase he was holding and suddenly regretted it.
Should I not accept this box? That person seems to have a very unusual relationship with this place. He behaves like a host who is receiving guests. The waiters here also seem to pay special attention to... Klein's gaze
He stopped at the waiter leading the way in front of him, his eyes complex.
He compared the heights of the two of them, and then couldn't help but recall the pair of white palms with smaller bones exposed by the other party before, and felt a sense of sadness.
It turns out that he is about the same height as the waiter, who appears to be a woman.
Although he had obtained the location and contact channel of another gathering of Beyonders from that man, Klein was not determined.
All the spinal fluid of the evil-striped black panther can be found in many places, and it does not necessarily have to be hung from a tree.
At least I have to divine above the gray fog to make sure there are no problems before I decide whether to go or not.
Under the guidance of the waiter, he sat back to his seat. During the rest of the party, he just watched and did not make any transaction requests or anything else.
His gaze kept moving restlessly, but he did not stay on any one member for too long, trying his best to disguise his behavior as pure curiosity.
He noted down the approximate height of each person, but did not see anyone similar to the man in the room return here.
The clock hanging on the wall passed by second by second, and the hour hand gradually swept across half of the dial.
Mr. A, who had been sitting quietly at the front of the living room that served as the hall, suddenly raised his hand. He looked at the participants in the room and clapped his hands gently.
"That's it for today."
The two people who had just reached a consensus and had not yet conducted a specific transaction were slightly excited, but under the gaze of Mr. A, they both retracted their heads, calmly leaned down, and waited to leave.
Rules are rules, and when it's party time, it's time, whether all transactions are completed or not.
As for whether to continue their transactions after leaving here, or wait for the next time to come back, this is their own business. As long as they leave here, all actions will no longer be monitored and protected by Mr. A, and it is purely voluntary.
Under the reminder and arrangement of the waiter, party members left one after another from different exits. Klein, who had just conducted a "large transaction", seemed to be left in a seat at the back, and was still sitting in the much empty hall.
Finally, after Mr. A left the hall, a waiter who was taller than the one before slowly walked over. He raised his right hand slightly and silently motioned for Klein to follow him.
He walked forward unhurriedly, opened the hidden secret door in the house with familiarity, and led the party members behind him underground.
Klein looked around cautiously, tentatively activated the "stand-in" on his right hand, watched the changes in the number and distribution of illusory threads around him, and finally determined his position.
He is indeed moving outside.
Behind the deeper darkness, a ball of flames rising from the brazier illuminated the small underground room.
The waiter responsible for leading the way turned sideways, and his loose robe slowly lifted up under Klein's gaze, revealing a cane with a shining metallic luster and a tall and well-proportioned body.
"Your weapon." His voice was slightly hoarse, and he sounded indistinguishable from male to female.
Klein, who had just turned off his spiritual body vision, took the weapon he handed him. He looked at the waiter who lowered his head slightly strangely. He roughly checked his chain-blade cane, and pushed it open in the small room without hesitation.
The only door.
At the end of a series of deep stairs extending upward, a hazy light dyed the walls on both sides with a layer of pale gold.
Klein took off his loose robe, walked along the stairs, and disappeared from the sight of the waiter behind him.
The weak light was blocked by the back and gradually disappeared.
In the small room, the waiter who had always lowered his head raised his head, and the bright flames dispersed the shadows covering his face.
The scarlet eyes were retracted from the closed door, and her face, which was even more beautiful than that of a noble lady, was cold and emotionless.
The real owner of this stronghold, Mr. A, bowed towards the closed stone door, and then his tall body instantly collapsed into a pool of pure shadow, which blended in with the rest of the room and could no longer be distinguished.
.............
"The original site of Backlund Medical College, the North District Medical Seminar is waiting for your arrival."
"F&X stay."
Audrey, who was sitting in front of the piano, carefully folded the note in her hand, rubbed it with her fingertips, and allowed the spiritual flame to devour the note. All the remaining embers fell into a flowerpot not far away.
She pursed her lips thoughtfully, turned around, looked at the golden retriever half-lying on the carpet, and said with a hum:
"Susie, where did you find this piece of information?"
According to the agreement she made with Forsi and Xio when they met last time, the information about the contact would be placed in the gap of the third bench at the entrance of the park not far from Audrey's house.
Susie, who had gold-rimmed glasses hanging on her furry neck, thought for a moment, her round eyes flashing with human brilliance, and recalled:
"Audrey, I only found this note there."
"You did a great job. Have you been noticed by anyone, or have anyone seen your actions from the side?" Audrey sat back in front of the piano, and was familiar with playing serenades. After thinking about it, she asked uneasily.
"Oh, I only saw two young ladies in the park, one was taller and the other was shorter, but they made me feel very scary. They looked at me with disbelief as I took the note away. As for the way back, I should
No one is looking at me." Susie, who was answering the question, raised her upper body, recalled the postures of the gentlemen she had seen in the study, imitated them for a while and then lay back down.
I am just a dog, there is no need to learn everything from humans!
One is taller, the other is shorter... It seemed that Forsi and Xio were not at ease, so they waited there for a while.
Audrey was distracted playing the piano, but her fingering was still standard.
Fortunately, I had hinted to them before that her companion was not ordinary, otherwise Susie might be regarded as an ordinary dog and be frightened by Hugh.
After all, she is the famous "arbiter" in the East District...
Slender and slender fingers tapped a few keys heavily to complete the final part.
The heavy piano sound disappeared into the room, and Audrey, who had already determined the time for this week's extraordinary gathering, smiled unconsciously, and her movements gradually became lighter.
She stood up with a smile, her voice was hollow.
"Well done, Susie, I'll prepare a special gift for you!"
Under the curious gaze of the big golden retriever dog, the young lady danced lightly, performing the most common internal rotation in elf dance. Her fluffy light blue dress swayed in the wind, and the layers of repeated folds bloomed like flowers.
"Wow!" Susie squatted on the spot and thought for a while, but found that she couldn't find a suitable word of praise, so she couldn't help shouting.
............
Wearing a black double-breasted coat, with acetate glasses firmly clamped on the bridge of his nose, Klein walked solemnly towards a three-story building next to Backlund Bridge.
The lobby on the first floor of the apartment is still empty. It seems that Mr. Agron is always the only one unless it is commuting time.
This gentleman with a military background was sitting at the front desk as usual. Even during the break, his back did not have an obvious curve. He held the unillustrated novel in his hands cautiously, and a few shadows of the bush could be seen in his movements.
Listening to the crisp clicking sound of the cane and the footsteps approaching from far away, Aigron, who was immersed in the world of reading, reluctantly raised his head. Unsurprisingly, he saw a tall hairline and a mature temperament.
Sherlock Moriarty.
"Don't tell me there's something pulled here." He raised his chin in displeasure and struggled to get up while holding on to the table at the front desk.
Of course, he wouldn't really think that Klein had left something here.
After he moved, members of MI9 visited Room 221 again and took away some remnants of ritual materials that were still in the corner of the room.
Klein, who was carrying a suitcase in his left hand, did not respond immediately. Instead, he placed the suitcase on the front desk, then pushed up his glasses and said in a low voice:
"I have brought you the main materials for the 'Pleasure Witch' that His Highness the Prince needs."