Klein, who was still attending the Extraordinary Party, glanced around suspiciously, and the "substitute" attached to his right hand turned on silently.
In the extraordinary world, hearing mysterious sounds from unknown sources is often a sign of danger.
But when he looked around, he found that the other party members were still paying attention, or were participating in the party themselves. Even the man who proposed to trade the sunflower pistils was still bargaining with another member who had the material.
So, I was the only one who heard that voice?
After all, from the perspective of the spiritual body thread, Klein did not see any additional presence in this house used for gatherings, apart from the participating members and the convener.
Almost all the spiritual threads here are concentrated in the area where the living room is located.
It couldn't be from the "Secret" guy... He did another divination and confirmed that there was no danger. He shook his head slightly and quickly returned his attention to the party.
Coincidentally, the two men who had been arguing just now had completed the transaction, and the entire party returned to its usual dead silence.
"I would like to ask, who of you is interested in the exhibition of Emperor Russell that will be held by the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery recently?" A gentleman sitting in the center of the room met the convener of the gathering - "The God of Wisdom"
Mr. Yan raised his hand slightly, as if he wanted to end the party, and finally spoke about the topic he had been holding back for a long time.
"The exhibition of Emperor Russell. I remember it was an exhibition open to all residents. Why do you ask?" The lady with the support of the "craftsman" behind her keenly grasped the emotions hidden in the other party's words and asked in a serious tone.
Very sharp.
I didn't even know there was such an exhibition... After belatedly, Klein observed the other members around him and found that at least half of them were more or less surprised by the news.
The man who first raised the question pulled the side flap of his robe and smiled.
"Of course I hope to legally obtain some mysterious notes of Emperor Russell, or something else."
Without waiting for anyone to interrupt, he took out a newspaper from his pocket and threw it on the ground, where everyone could see it.
"You should all know that although various churches say that Emperor Russell's notes do not contain mysterious power, each of them is collecting such 'worthless' notes."
"Think about it, sirs and ladies, whether the inheritance of Emperor Russell has fallen into the hands of those hateful official extraordinary people. If these things are really as useless as they say, then why do they spend so much money?
Do you have the strength to collect these useless things?"
Speaking of excitement, this gentleman actually stood up, but apparently no one else in the meeting was moved by him. They all just sat in their seats and watched indifferently.
"Come on, you don't think that you can use this reason to fool a fool into seeking Roselle's notes from the Church of Steam?"
“It’s not like you’re in such a hurry to meet your own God, right?”
The fat "pharmacist" who made a lot of money today showed his displeasure even faster than the lady who had some connection with an official "artisan". His fat body moved on the chair and got closer unnoticeably.
The direction of the old gentleman "Eye of Wisdom" seems to be fear that the other party will get angry and attack him.
If I didn't understand Chinese, then when I saw the "achievements" that Emperor Russell usually showed, I would also imagine whether there were more precious contents hidden in the notes he wrote in "encrypted text".
Unfortunately, I can only think of the few diaries I read last week, the taste of a witch... Klein, who has lost the filter for Emperor Russell since the first day of time travel, chose to remain silent, but
But I have decided in my heart that I must confirm the details of this Russell exhibition.
What if there really is something in the diary that I haven’t read yet, and it contains something valuable?
In the middle of the living room, the gentleman was still standing stubbornly, receiving all kinds of looks, trying to incite a few possible targets.
"Haha, although Emperor Russell is indeed very respectable, I think everyone here has the right to make their own decisions. We share with each other. The first prerequisite for helping is mutual respect, right?"
Finally, the "Eye of Wisdom" who had remained silent and said little during the entire gathering clapped his hands and brought the whole incident to an end.
He did not put down his arms, but pointed in the direction of the door and said to the standing man:
"The party is over now, sir. You are the first to leave and go through the main entrance."
This is both protection and resolving current troubles.
The man who was stared at by countless eyes was silent for a while and let out a hey.
"I respect your decision."
After that, he walked straight towards the main entrance. After more than ten seconds, there was a bang and the gentleman left.
Subsequently, under the command of the "Eye of Wisdom", the participants left one after another, and Klein was placed at the back of the queue.
Feeling the cold wind of late autumn again, Klein took off his robe, dressed in a coat and hat, and tapped his cane as he strolled along Iron Gate Street. He couldn't help but pause slightly when passing by the Brave Bar.
"Forget it..." Not knowing what he thought of, he sighed softly and left quickly.
.............
Victor Bovan walked quickly on the greasy streets. The gas lamps on the roadside and the blood moon in the sky were his only sources of light in the darkness.
Under the dim yellow and crimson, his gloomy face was reflected in an extremely terrifying way. His eyes, which were often scary because of their small pupils, now looked even more frightening in the darkness.
If there is no helper, how can he get the treasure from Russell Zhan?
When he thought of the ignorant piglike appearance of those wild Beyonders just now, Victor Bowang was filled with uncontrollable anger.
"They are all a bunch of short-sighted people!"
After scolding those people several times in his mind, he straightened out his custom-made formal suit that had a lot of wrinkles due to running. His face that was full of anger just now instantly returned to a reserved smile belonging to a gentleman, and he walked out of the cramped house in a decent manner.
Alley.
"gentlemen,"
As they walked out of the alley, a luxurious carriage parked under the streetlight was revealed. A well-dressed butler stood beside the carriage and respectfully took the cane handed over by the young master.
"Go home first, I don't have much energy today." Victor, who has returned to being the only son of a big banker - Morse Bovan - habitually ordered in the tone of a high-ranking person and went about his own business.
Got on the carriage.
Without him having to worry too much, the extremely comfortable carriage decorated with soft cushions and velvet cloth quickly started running. Victor, who was too lazy to move any further, felt the softness on his back and lazily moved forward in front of his butler.
He licked his fingers, and the wine neatly arranged in the portable wine cabinet appeared out of thin air in his hand.
With a contented expression on his face, he glanced at the pocket watch that appeared on his left hand at an unknown time, and took a sip of the faint liquid in the cup, and the smile on his face became even stronger.
Just as he calculated, the time was just right and he sobered up well.
............
"On October 15th, the Emperor Russell exhibition will be held at the Kingdom Museum on Kingdom Avenue in the West District, so stay tuned."
With the newspaper rolled up in his hand, Klein was concentrating on reading the report on the Emperor Russell exhibition. He was walking on the streets of Minsk. He only relied on his cane to find the way and didn't fall into a neighbor's lawn in front of his home.
I didn't expect that such important news was not reported by the "Tasok River News". I had to go to the "Backlund Post" to see it... Klein scolded this authoritative newspaper with some dissatisfaction.
Slowly put away the newspaper that you had read.
In order to confirm such an important official event as the Emperor Russell Exhibition, he bought five different newspapers before finding relevant reports, and the only one that mentioned this matter, the Backlund Post, actually did it.
I just mentioned one sentence, and the rest of the content is all about introducing how powerful this emperor is.
Nonsense, Russell copied so many things, does he need a newspaper to say whether he is good or not?
Klein, who felt very heartbroken that he had spent half a sole selling newspapers, not only quickened his pace, but also eagerly wanted the warm fireplace at home to comfort his wounded heart.
But when he took a few steps forward, he found that a carriage stopped at the door of his house, and a well-dressed man anxiously ran to the door and knocked on the door as restrained as possible.
What's going on?
Klein's own inspiration was not touched and he couldn't figure out what was going on. He frowned slightly and couldn't help but speed up his pace and rushed behind the gentleman who was still knocking on his door.
"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"
There was a sudden inquiry from behind. The gentleman who was knocking on the door was startled. He screamed uncontrollably and turned around nervously, staring at Klein warily.
"I am the owner of this place, do you have anything to ask me about?" Seeing the other party's overreaction, Klein's brows furrowed deeper and he felt a little abnormal.
The fear shown by this gentleman was not fake, it was as if someone was really chasing him behind him.
His breathing gradually stabilized, and the slightly calmer man looked at Klein's appearance disguised by the human skin mask, examined the expressionless mature man, and finally took a deep breath.
"Thank God, you must be Detective Moriarty, right?"
Without waiting for Klein to answer, he continued speaking, as if he would never have a chance to say anything more if he didn't finish now.
"I saw your advertisement in the newspaper and went to the address. It turned out that you had moved away. If a good gentleman hadn't told me your current address, I might have been in despair."
Klein tried hard to express his expression, but after wearing the mask for too long, his completely stiff facial muscles prevented him from making any unnecessary movements except speaking. He could only say angrily:
"It seems that fate helped you find me."
"Oh, fate..." The slightly embarrassed middle-aged man in front of him sighed exaggeratedly, waving his hands like a dramatic actor, "Maybe it was fate that made me find you, Mr. Moriarty.
"
"Introducing myself, my name is Neville Asceptin."
As he spoke, he adjusted his clothes a little to make himself look less embarrassed, and then continued:
"You may think I am crazy, but I have been rejected by nearly ten detectives. If you are rejecting me, I may not really know what to do."