"Mr. Evans, this is all the information about the Zigman Party." Old Babbage's butler, Norman Freed, stood respectfully in the corridor on the second floor, the shadow of the light above his head covering his eyes.
, which makes this gentleman even more majestic.
Due to work needs, Dunn, who was temporarily staying at No. 27 Red Maple Street, was assigned a guest room at this time. He took the document from Butler Fried outside the door and nodded slightly.
"Thank you. I will return these documents to you before dinner today."
Mr. Fried, who has nearly 30 years of work experience, bowed slightly, then straightened his back, with a serious expression on his face.
"Thank you for your help. I hope your professional advice can better help Mr. Babbage get out of the predicament. After all, compared to the business world that follows rules, these barbaric plateau people don't care about etiquette and bottom lines."
Then, without waiting for Dunn to express his stance again, the silver-white butler bowed again and voluntarily left the guest room where Dunn was staying.
A very professional and loyal waiter... Due to the long-term use of sealed objects, Dunn's brain was a little empty. He closed the door tightly, walked slowly, took out the silver dagger hidden in his body, and said
Wandering around the house, gushing about spirituality, and unskillfully created a spiritual wall.
After confirming that it was correct, the team leader, who had neglected to practice ritual magic in the past ten years of his career as an Extraordinary, took off the black-rimmed glasses that had been placed on the bridge of his nose, revealing his original appearance.
In just a few seconds, the low hairline receded, the dull dark red eyes were stained with dark gray, gradually becoming darker, and even the tighter corners of the eyes showed fine wrinkles, indicating aging.
Mark of.
He took a few steps back, followed the inertia, and fell straight onto the bed covered with velvet quilts. He pressed his temples on both sides of his head with his hands and frowned.
"I should have had a good sleep last night..."
Dunn, who was aware of his own shortcomings, used the "Nightmare" ability to explore the dreams of all the residents in the surrounding blocks after settling in his new house yesterday. While playing the role of "Nightmare", he also confirmed the recent memory of Backlund.
Strange things happened that are worth noting.
The crazy ripper and the rotting male corpse, as well as the traces of demonic activities that I learned from the landlord...
Last night, when Dunn finally entered the dreamland of his landlord, Mr. Summer, he inadvertently inquired.
Since yesterday, suspected members of MI9 have been targeting several companies in the district because of several strange "psychiatric contagion incidents" that occurred in the Hillston district, and on the pretext of "suspecting that foreign forces are destroying Loen's financial industry."
Major companies launched surveillance investigations.
Originally, Luke Sammer, who worked at Coim Company, was not qualified to know this kind of news, but because he was a member of the Kingdom Soot Emissions Reduction Association, he happened to be attending the investment meeting of Bavart Bank at that time.
Witnessing a sudden mental incident, he was investigated by members of MI9.
Because his status was not high and he was not taken seriously by MI9, he used Dunn to infiltrate in his dream last night, and easily restored the general scene in his dream, and deduced the truth of the matter through his own knowledge.
"Is Backlund so dangerous lately?"
"Not only Lanervus, who is suspected of having an affair with the real creator, and Ince Zangwill, who is carrying a level 0 sealed artifact, have sneaked into the city, but there are also demons and curses hiding in the dark, and Mr. Babbage is involved.
The gang conflict is simply a barrel of explosives. No wonder the official agencies in the capital cannot find a breakthrough." Dunn, who was extremely heavy, picked up the documents scattered on the bed and stared at some speculations about the forces behind the Zigman Party.
, couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
In fact, he became Mr. Babbage's employer because he borrowed the channels of the Evans family, through relevant personnel in Backlund, and used Louis Evans' identity as a criminal investigation scientist to convince Freeh, who was in charge of the interview.
De Guanjia got this opportunity.
Dunn wants to use this to build a reputation, have better contact with local forces in Backlund, use it to search for the whereabouts of his enemies, and gain opportunities for promotion and performance in potions.
"After completing this mission, the savings that can be used are about 2,500 pounds, which is not enough to buy the formula of 'Requiem Master' or the corresponding materials..." I once had a rough understanding of each series of demons while combating underground transactions.
Dunn, who knew the price of medicine and materials, sighed softly, maintained his original appearance, and slowly fell asleep, replenishing the energy that had been silently lost under the influence of the sealed object.
............
Backlund Bridge District, Rose Street.
Klein, who was wearing a peaked cap to cover up the details of his appearance, had now put on a cheap light blue work uniform. He was leaning against the common Intis sycamore tree nearby and looking at the off-white buildings in the middle of the street.
of townhouses.
After a while, his client, Detective Zerrell, who was of medium height and had tawny hair, came from behind him, his right knee turned out, as if he had been hit hard by something.
Klein's inspiration was shaken, and he turned around, feeling slightly surprised. His slightly parted lips closed together, forming a slight smile.
"This seems like an awkward item to handle."
"Where did Ian go? Didn't he go in with you?"
As he said this, Klein, who was now playing Sherlock Moriarty, pointed back and spoke in a flirtatious tone.
"I don't need to tell you all the arrangements. This is not part of our agreement." Zerrell, who limped to Klein's side, turned displeased and vaguely reminded Klein to pay attention to his identity.
He seemed to be enduring some kind of pain. Before he could finish speaking, the muscles on his face began to twitch uncontrollably. The pain caused his left hand to spasm and he staggered involuntarily.
"This item can help me avoid some bad things, but of course, the price I pay is also very high." His body was shaking a little, and Zerrell suddenly straightened his legs and stood up straight. Instead, the veins on his left hand just now seemed to be bulging.
It was as if it had lost the ability to move, and it was vertical to the ground. "We don't have to wait for Ian. We will go back to the East District now and wait for the Zigman Party to take action against Nicholas Babbage before taking action."
The cost of this item is the loss of feeling in any limb?
Klein, who was standing aside and squeezing his face, didn't say much. He glanced at it and quickly looked away, then followed the other party's order and asked:
"Isn't Babbage cooperating with the Zigman Party? Why did they attack Babbage?"
"Oh, they kidnapped Old Babbage's youngest son before. Although they failed in the end, the information they obtained unintentionally made him succumb and took the initiative to contact the Zigman Party with the information they needed." He greeted.
There was a hired carriage. Zerrell, whose left hand hung limply on his side, was joking and said in a low voice, "But it's different now. Old Babbage's children have all left Backlund, and he doesn't want to mess with the gang anymore."
If you have good connections, you will most likely regret it and hand those things over to the police, and of course the Zigman Party will not be able to sit still."
"According to the information I received from informants, the Zigman Party not only wants to get rid of detectives like us who are trying to recover the document, but also plans to directly kill the old Babbage who has escaped from control to prevent multiple accidents.
"
"Those plateau people are like this. When they encounter a problem, they will immediately think of using violence to silence them. There are no new tricks at all."
"So we don't have to do it ourselves, we just need to wait for the Zigman Party to get the information back first."
"Don't worry, old Babbage is not a person who will sit still and wait for death. He should have contacted the police or hired his own bodyguards and consultants."
Sophisticated instruments, robbery and kidnapping without hesitation, this may really have something to do with the Difference Engine... Klein, who seemed not to care much about this, shrugged, and actually wrote down what Zerrell mentioned just now.
All the information, secretly looking for loopholes in his employer's words.
The lost document he said before should be just a rhetoric. This document may not belong to the other party who is now apparent. In fact, they are all eager for the value contained in this document, and they are not actually manufacturing this machine.
's owner.
"If it is really the Difference Engine I guessed, it wouldn't be unusual for the military to intervene in this matter..." Klein, who suddenly realized that he seemed to be involved in a big trouble, raised his eyebrows.
He tilted his head to the side, what he originally wanted to say stuck in his throat, and he hesitated several times.
"I think I need to go to the bathroom."
"Bathroom?" Zerrell, who had been closing his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes and looked warily at Klein beside him. There seemed to be lightning in his dark blue eyes, "You want to go to the bathroom now?"
Klein, who was suspected by his employer, did not panic. Instead, he showed a hint of awkwardness at the right time and said "unspeakably":
"Some props will always bring us some effects that are difficult to prevent."
As he spoke, he tilted his head to indicate that there was a coachman in front of him so as not to cause unnecessary trouble. With a calm expression, he proactively said:
"We signed a contract. You know I am most afraid of the sun and will not break the contract."
Zerrell, who was dubious, stared at Klein for a few seconds, then used his right hand that could still move to escape from his jacket pocket and threw an ancient coin upwards with familiarity.
when!
The coin swirled in the air and returned safely to Zerrell's hand.
front!
"We'll talk about it in the East District later." Zerrell, who confirmed through divination that he was not in danger, withdrew his gaze, leaned back, and closed his eyes.
The Sealed Artifact corresponding to that "Psychic" only gave me some vague aura feedback. He could not be more than Sequence Seven at most, not to mention that I also performed divination... As a professional "Weapon Master"
"Zeriel, who is tall and tall, is confident of subduing the bounty hunter he hired.
............
"...Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."
In a simple room in the East District, Klein walked four steps backwards with familiarity in the temporary spiritual wall. The black mark on the back of his hand was slightly hot.
Under the wrap of spirituality, roars and murmurs stimulated his brain, and the gray and thin mist gradually spread.
In the thick gray fog with thick color blocks, Klein's rapidly rising spirit body suddenly felt a stinging pain, and a warm light ball was pulled out abruptly. After a few struggles, it dissipated instantly.
With a deep red in front of him, Klein once again sat at the familiar head of the long bronze table, and unexpectedly saw the "Secret" who was quietly reading opposite him.
"Good night." The god with the elf face was carefully reading a book with Fusac language on the cover and said hello without raising his head.
Weasel wishes you a happy New Year... For some reason, Klein suddenly remembered a proverb from his hometown. He mumbled and took off the citrine pendant tied to his wrist, and began to do divination with skill.
"There was great danger lurking behind the events Detective Zerrell was involved in."
"There was great danger lurking behind the events Detective Zerrell was involved in."
...
"There was great danger lurking behind the events Detective Zerrell was involved in."
After repeating the seven sides, the pendulum suspended by the silver chain slowly began to rotate, and then spun faster and faster in the clockwise direction without any sign of stopping.
There is danger, and it is extremely dangerous!
When I boarded the gray fog just now, the power hidden in the spirit body and planted by the contract had dissipated. Maybe I could just run away and start over with a different identity?
There may be a higher-level existence behind this matter, or there may be a huge secret hidden there. The divination I performed in the bar only showed that there was a certain danger, but it was still within the acceptable range. How is it like now?
"Divination is never omnipotent. This should be the basic rule that every 'divinationist' should pay attention to." Suddenly, a calm voice interrupted Klein's thoughts that were gradually turning away and attracted his attention.
I don't know when, "Mystery" who was originally immersed in the book was holding his chin and staring boredly at Klein across the long table, his black eyes following the citrine that was still swinging.
"This is a good opportunity. I have a hunch that this incident can help you take a further step on the road to revenge."
"But the danger is great. From the divination, I see no hope." Klein wrapped the citrine back around his wrist and answered rationally.
The "Secret" who was refuted sighed, and changed his tone to treat a junior. He sat upright while leaning on the long table. The sleeves of his wide robe fell off and were piled on the crook of his arms. His pale forearms were smooth and unmarked.
.
"As I said just now, divination is not omnipotent. Some beings who are higher than the fortune teller will affect the results of divination."
"Just like the divination you did at the beginning, it was probably because the prerequisites were insufficient, or there were demigods involved in the competition, so the real results could not be obtained."
"But on the gray fog, I can use the personality of the gray fog, and the results of the divination should not be affected." After being lectured by "Secret" in an elder's tone, Klein instinctively felt repelled. He frowned slightly and said with
My own experience retorted.
In order to prove to his half-body, Klein even recalled his own achievements in divining Mr. Azik, Ince Zangwill, and even the Eternal Blazing Sun, and prepared to give examples to demonstrate.
"Ah."
"Secret", who was sitting at the bottom of the long table, raised the corners of his mouth and casually grabbed a coin with an asymmetrical pattern from the air, speaking in a calm and gentle voice:
"Then your revenge is to kill a demigod carrying a level 0 sealed object. This is far from being described as dangerous to you. If the divination results, the only outcome you will get is death."