Klein lowered his head and glanced at the red wine-fried foie gras on the plate, which was paired with apple slices and butter-soaked bread. His throat was crawling. He hadn't had lunch yet. Since joining the Kragg Club, he has come here often at the independent restaurant.
Have lunch or dinner.
But now was not the right time to enjoy today's limited supply. Looking up at Alan Kress who was meditating across from him, Klein increasingly wondered whether he had a disaster-prone constitution and could encounter extraordinary events at any time.
The famous surgeon who introduced him to the club has been in misfortune for some time, but Klein doesn't have a suitable solution, and for the sake of safety, he can only ask him to go to the bishop of the Church of the Night to tell the situation first.
At this time, Allen had already made up his mind, looked at Klein, twitched the corner of his mouth and said:
"Thank you, Mr. Moriarty. Although you don't understand the occult, you still gave the best advice based on strict logic."
Yes, I don’t understand mysticism... Klein smiled and said:
"Just call me Sherlock, Alan."
"Okay, Sherlock." Allen nodded and looked at Talim aside, "Are you still helping those people?"
Those people? Klein pricked up his ears. Compared to the food, he was more interested in what Talim was doing and whether the friend who fell in love with someone he shouldn't love really existed.
He also knew something about Talim from his former employer. He was born in a poor noble family and is now an equestrian teacher for many nobles. His annual salary is around four hundred pounds. Although his annual income is not high for a middle-class family,
The status of a noble equestrian teacher has a very high status bonus, no worse than some well-known barristers.
Maybe Talim's friend really exists, and is a nobleman who learned equestrian skills from him. In this case, there is a situation of falling in love with someone you shouldn't love... Well, Talim said that the two parties are not the same.
Romeo and Juliet, considering it was a nobleman, was falling in love with a commoner?
The prince and Cinderella are not like fairy tales!
Talim moved his mouth a few times, wanting to answer but still nodded silently.
"I know that Rawls's advice is a bit embarrassing for you, but you can listen to part of it. During this period, you can just be an equestrian teacher and don't get involved in the affairs of those nobles." Allen lowered his head and moved to Talim's side.
Although his voice was small, his expression was very excited.
Klein was a little surprised. Although he had little contact with Allen, he could tell that he was a cold-tempered person... It seemed that Talim was involved in the disputes between the nobles. This kind of thing happened accidentally.
But people will die. No wonder Allen is so excited.
Talim did not answer, his eyebrows were lowered, and he placed a fist with one hand at his mouth and nose. It was obvious that he was hesitant now and didn't know what to do.
Seeing that Talim was still hesitating, Allen pushed up his glasses that had slipped due to emotion and said:
"Don't hesitate any more. Rawls and Lord Philip have such a good relationship that they both chose to leave Backlund temporarily. You should know what this means! That is Duke Negan's son!"
Klein regretted it now. Why didn't he just take the dinner plate and leave after he gave the advice? There is a big difference between listening to this kind of thing and not listening to it. He might be involved in it! He knew that Duke Negan was assassinated.
Someone hired "Lieutenant General Hurricane". Although Qilingos is dead now, the person behind the scenes has not been found.
He had no choice but to lower his head and pretend to be an ostrich. The limited supply of red wine-fried foie gras on the plate in front of him had lost its allure... But the Rawls whom Allen mentioned was friends with Lord Philip, the son of Duke Negan, seemed to be that Ah The boss of Derian's firm has just received an investment of 100,000 pounds.
As a private detective, Klein paid a lot of attention to the newspapers in recent times, and the Tarot Club sometimes discussed these matters, so he quickly figured out the relationship.
"But I can't escape at all now." Talim shook his head, he could not give up the opportunity in front of him.
Allen obviously wanted to persuade him again, but Klein on the side quickly smoothed things over and said:
"Alan, is the Rawls you are talking about the boss of Adrian Firm?"
Talim obviously didn't want to dwell on this topic anymore, so he nodded and replied:
"Yes, Rolls Adrian, he is also a member of this club."
"Is he the same?" Klein was stunned. Apart from catching rapes, he usually came to this club to practice shooting and eat. He rarely paid attention to other members, but he had never seen anyone with Talim and Allen. We talked together.
"Yes, it's just that he had an incident involving a staff member of the club, and he hasn't been here since then." Talim lowered his voice, "That incident was very loud, and the other one was One client is the son of a leader of the New Party."
Klein quickly dug up the case from his memory. He was still in Tingen when the case was filed, but he also saw relevant reports. The person involved, Mr. Gao De, was also a friend of his fighting coach, Mr. Gao Wen. , I also met Mrs. Maynard, the daughter of the leader of the New Party.
The world is so small!
"That incident caused a lot of damage to the reputation of the Cragg Club. Some high-status members have gone through the withdrawal procedures, and only those of us are left."
Talim sighed endlessly. Those members who quit had no demands on the club. There were many places like this, but people like himself and Allen still had to rely on this club.
No wonder the barrister didn't come. If I were the owner of the club, I wouldn't be happy either. But who caused the club to have problems... Klein glanced at the cold red wine-fried foie gras, and his stomach no longer felt like it. It's sending a signal of hunger. It's already too hungry.
"I heard that Adrian Firm has received an... investment to expand the size of the firm." Klein originally wanted to say an investment of one hundred thousand pounds, but when he spoke, he realized that something was not appropriate. .
"Yes." Allen no longer tried to dissuade Talim. Being able to do this was already a step beyond his reach.
"With this investment, if Adrian Law Firm continues to operate according to Rawls's vision, it will soon become the largest law firm in Backlund."
"It's the entire Loen Kingdom." Talim's eyes showed envy. "I haven't heard of any law firm in Loen that has fifty lawyers. Their annual salary alone is enough to overwhelm a medium-sized firm. Company."
Klein is also very envious. If he hadn't become an Extraordinary, this kind of life would be what he yearns for the most.
…
"The city of generosity", Bayam has been shrouded in rain.
"Dong dong dong"
Just after he returned to the hotel, and not even ten minutes after lying down, Rawls was thinking about where Russell would hide the treasure when he heard a knock on the door.
How could someone come to him at this time and place?
Quietly he took out the "Scepter of Power" and the revolver from his purse, and whispered:
"Who? Is something wrong?"
"I'm here to get what Darkwill left for you." It was a man's voice, somewhat old.
Darkwill? Is it Roy King?
Before Rawls came, he asked Darkwill how to contact Roy King. Darkwill said that the old man never left contact information and only believed in the guidance of fate.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but did not put down the revolver and the "Scepter of Power." He walked to the door with gentle steps, quickly turned the door handle, and then took three or four steps back.
With a slight "squeak" sound, the door was opened, and Rawls also saw the person coming.
This is a quite young man, with neatly combed hair, wearing glasses, and he looks elegant. There is no wrinkle on his face, and he looks to be in his early twenties, which is extremely incongruous with his old voice.
The young man had a mysterious smile on his face, bowed slightly and said:
"Sorry to disturb you so late, I am Roy King, Darkwill's teacher."
Looking at Roy King's extremely young face, his aged voice made Rawls frown subconsciously. He stepped aside and walked into the room.
"It's hard for me to imagine that Darkwill would be your disciple."
Roy King closed the door after entering, with a smile on his young face:
"I will only teach him extraordinary knowledge, and the rest will naturally be guided by fate to guide him to continue learning."
This hotel was temporarily selected by Rawls. The room was not very good, there was no reception area, and there was only one chair. He had to move him to the opposite side of the bed, motioned Roy King to sit down, and then sat down himself.
On the bed.
After listening to the sage-like answer, Rawls was a little irritated, waved his hand and said:
"I hope fate can teach him a good lesson! Are you here to get that thing? I..."
"No, my luck is not good enough now. I'd better leave that thing with you." Roy King shook his head, "I just had a premonition that I would meet you at this time."
Rawls rubbed his temples and looked sideways at Roy King:
"You said we met, but now you come directly to the door, right?"
"No, I just came to take shelter from the rain."
"Okay. So you come to me now, do you want my help with something?" Rawls didn't bother to argue with him. Although the "lawyers" exploited loopholes, the words of the magicians often had no logic at all.
There's no point in arguing with them.
However, it is still worthwhile to help Roy King, make friends with the School of Life, and make friends with Will Asceptin.
Roy King sat down and shook his head after hearing Rawls' question:
"No, I'm here to help you. I think you need my help."
Rawls kept scratching his eyebrows with his two index fingers, exhaled a long breath and said:
"Do you like to say 'no' before every word?"
"No……"
Roy King Kong answered with one word, was stunned for a moment, and said with a dumb smile:
"Maybe."
"Okay, how can you help me?"
"I don't know either. Fate tells me that I can help you. Maybe you can tell me first, what help do you need?"
Rawls froze there, staring blankly at the confident look on Roy King's face:
"Are you kidding? You don't even know what I'm going to do, so you just tell me that you can help me?"
This time, Roy King said "no" without opening his mouth. He nodded:
"I believe in the guidance of fate."
"..." Rawls finally understood Emperor Russell's mentality when facing Zaratul. Now he also wants to beat Roy King violently, although he may not be able to beat him.
Roy King tapped lightly on the ground, and his whole body and the seat silently slid back five or six steps. He looked at Rawls and chuckled softly:
"Fate tells me that you have bad thoughts."
Destiny, your inspiration tells you! No wonder you can teach a "Medicine Master" with the talent of "Provocateur". You are more talented than Darkwill, or maybe a magician like you is suitable for it."
provocateur".
Rawls pointed to the chair where Roy King was sitting with his cane and asked:
"Is this also an ability bestowed by fate?"
"No, just part of it." Roy King adjusted his glasses and turned his attention to the "Scepter of Power." "Is it made with the characteristics of the 'lucky one'? No, it is also mixed with other characteristics."
Hearing the familiar "no", Rawls closed his eyes, not wanting to answer his question anymore.
"It seems to be the 'Praiser' path, and the 'craftsman' who made it must have spent a lot of effort..."
Rawls's heart moved, he opened his eyes, paused his cane and said:
"This 'lucky person' characteristic should come from a member of the School of Life, and was sold to the 'artisan' by a 'vampire'."
"I know that fate does not favor everyone who believes in Him."
Roy King's face was normal, neither angry nor sad, only indifferent, even indifferent.
"Do you think your fate is your Speaker?"
"No, our Speaker also believes in fate."
Rawls frowned, looked at the cane in his hand, and then at Roy Jin, who looked young and had a vicissitude of voice:
"Perhaps I know how you can help me."
Roy King leaned back and pressed on the back of the chair. The first two legs of the chair were raised without any shaking. He stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture.
"I got news about a treasure. I have the key to that treasure, but I don't know where it is? Can you help me?"
Since Roy King found Rawls at this time and said he could help him, he would not miss this opportunity. The mysterious treasure and the magic stick are obviously a suitable partner. Even if they are not, then he will not suffer a loss, or even
You can reply "This is the guidance of fate" to ridicule this bastard.
Roy King did not speak. After a moment of silence, he stretched out his right hand and said:
"I need the help of your cane."
Rawls gave him the cane suspiciously, and then saw Roy King's feet leaving the ground at the same time, while the first two legs of the chair remained raised.
He held the cane and let it stand vertically on the ground. He took his hand away, but the cane remained upright.