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Seeing the Nanwell beer with a white and delicate foam placed in front of Sherlock Moriatti, Carlson finally woke up.

When the bartender is far away from here, he asks with a voice:

"what do you want?"

Klein picked up the glass and took a sip. In a few seconds, he tasted the malt aroma and the faint return of the bitterness.

"Cheers!" He looked at Carlson sideways and smiled and raised the cup.

Carlsen shook his head and refused his invitation without hesitation, and muttered:

"Your beer is mine, mine is a strong distilled liquor, not suitable for a toast."

Klein himself just made a look, once again licking Southwell Beer, looking ahead, hehe laughed:

"I want it very simple.

"I don't know what will be in the mausoleum, so I can only describe it more vaguely. Um... I hope to pick one from the harvest of your exploration of the tomb. I am not greedy. It does not involve high-level items. Even if it is true, I dare not ask for it.

"If you haven't found anything, or there are only high-level things, then I don't want anything. Of course, I believe that when the latter happens, you will definitely not give me a cash, in line with my contribution. ”

After knowing the Mausoleum of the Amon family from Miss Sharon yesterday, he had a rough plan.

The first option was to blow the copper whistle, contact Mr. Azick, and join forces with the other side to explore the mausoleum.

However, this program has many potential problems. First, how much strength Azick is still looking for in memory, Klein is not clear, and second, Azick is being pursued by the military, and it is easy to give The other party and himself are in trouble. Thirdly, Klein’s high probability will re-enter the line of sight of the seal “0-08”. Of course, he has considered the possibility of completing contact and exploration with the help of fog, but above the fog. Blowing the copper whistle simply summoned the messenger, and this stuck to the follow-up vision.

More importantly, Klein did not dare for the time being, nor did he want to expose the secrets above the fog to Azick Aegis, whose identity was unknown.

Therefore, he finally chose the second option, which is to use the identity of the informant, hand over the information to the "heart of the machine", and obtain the corresponding, reasonable remuneration.

If there are more high-ranking people, will there be more power than the seven churches?

According to Klein, there are nearly ten high-ranking strongmen in the Church of the Night Goddess. That is to say, nearly half of the 13 archbishops and nine senior deacons have reached or exceeded the sequence 4, which has not yet calculated the goddess. The priest who is in charge of the church.

The Church of Steam and Mechanical God, even if it is not as good as this, will not be much different. The Archbishop of Bakerland, Horamick Haydn, is a high-ranking strongman.

And this kind of accumulated orthodox church, the things in the middle sequence will not be very, very, very valued, and Klein thinks that he has organically talked about a reasonable "price."

Simply put, the core elements of the second scenario are:

Have difficulty, find an organization!

After hearing the price quoted by Klein, Carlson snorted for a second and asked:

"Are you not a believer in God?"

I have been living in the heart of the goddess... Klein painted a triangular emblem on his chest:

"It is because of the belief in God that I told you this news, not through Mr. Stanton to the night.

"God said that self-improvement will make him strong. Only when I become stronger and have more money, can I reach more channels and have more resources to provide you with better and more effective intelligence."

In order to convince the "heart of the machine", he specially turned over the "Steam and Machinery Code" that was bought and decorated before the morning, and found out a few quotes of the gods that meet the needs and carefully recited them.

Carlson couldn't refute it for a while, stayed there and forgot to drink.

Klein saw it and was busy adding another sentence:

"And this will help you to establish a harmonious and efficient new-generation line-person relationship. As long as you publicize the rewards that I have received, and your commitment to the promise, there is no remorse. I believe other informants will be deeply touched and greatly encouraged. And try your best to collect useful information for you.

"Of course, I want to use my pseudonym when promoting."

Carlson looked dull, took a glass of wine, sipped a big sip and almost caught it.

"Cough, Sherlock, you are totally different from you in my impressions before." He sighed.

His memory of Sherlock Moriatti's detective, good at analysis and reasoning, is extremely calm, extremely polite, and provides a very effective opinion with a sense of justice. He is an outstanding believer of God.

And now the other party...

Klein took a sip of beer and smiled low:

“Everyone has a different face. It is easy to make mistakes by replacing the whole face with a single face. This is a problem that must be paid attention to when reasoning.”

Carlson calmed down for a moment and stood up:

"I don't have the power to promise similar requests. I will report it immediately. You are here for a while."

"Good." Klein waved to the bartender and added a fried potato grid.

When he slowly finished eating food and drinking beer, Icons Bernard, the deacon of "Mechanical Heart", returned to the bar with Carlson.

"Your request is no problem, but it must be added, that is, items with strong side effects and cursing effects are not in the ranks of selection." Icons looked around and saw no one around, screaming.

What I want is the material... Klein immediately laughed:

"it is good!

"I take the liberty to ask again, is this your personal decision or the response from the top?"

"I have the right to make such a decision." Icons pressed his fluffy hair with a hat. "But because it involves the Quaternary aristocratic tomb, I sent a telegram to the Archbishop. He had no objection in the callback. ”

"Okay." Klein once again painted a triangular emblem. "I will tell you the information now."

Icons shook his head as he subconsciously.

He looked around and pointed to a billiard room:

"Let's go in and say."

This deacon, who is always called the public opinion of Arrods, is still very sophisticated... Klein swears, and Icons and Carlson enter the billiard room and make sure that there are no people in the left and right rooms.

Klein paused for a few seconds and said:

“Things are like this. There are extraordinary people who found a hidden mausoleum in the river bay of the Straford River in Baiya Town, and explored the periphery and found some items.

"Afterwards, they recruited people and made further explorations. As a result, no one came back. If you go there and look for it, you will find the corresponding traces."

Icons listened carefully and asked:

“Is it a Quaternary aristocratic tomb?”

"The peripheral items can prove to be members of the Amon family of the Tudor dynasty." Klein answered truthfully and reminded him, "The extraordinary person who died inside is not weak, and the number is quite large. I think this mausoleum is not high." The sequence below can be explored."

"Amon..." Icons instinct brows slightly.

It can be seen that as a deacon, he has the authority to know some ancient secrets.

Not waiting for Klein to emphasize again, he raised his gaze:

"We will collect the corresponding information before taking action.

"The Quaternary aristocratic mausoleum is very dangerous. You should not tell this information to others, or explore it yourself, otherwise you and your friends will only lose their lives."

If I dare, I won't be sitting here... Klein laughs and laughs:

"My credibility has been very good."

After closing the deal and watching Icons and Carlson leave, he put on his hat and walked slowly to the "lucky" bar.

For the great aristocrats of the Quaternary, for the Amon family, the "mechanical heart" is still very cautious, they have to prepare for at least a few days to start the action... cautious... Klein’s arbitrarily divergent thinking suddenly settled in a word on.

He remembered another thing that was enough to be cautious:

After Russell joined the ancient organization suspected of "Twilight Hermit", in his secret diary written in Chinese, he never mentioned the name of the other party, and each time he used the corresponding characteristics to refer to it.

This is a cautious phenomenon that makes people suspicious!

Why did Russell the Great dare not mention the name of the organization, even if he used Chinese? This is very different from the style in his diary that he dares to remember... What is he afraid of, what is he worried about? Is it necessary to say or write the name of the "Twilight Hermitage", regardless of the language, will they be known? Some of them have a similar ability to have a seal? Klein emerged a speculation, but it could not be confirmed unless he was willing to take the risk to try.

I assume that it is true, and I am not perceived by them because the "Psychic" desire apostles are above the fog, telling Miss "Justice" is also responding to prayers with the help of fog... Well, it is Monday again. I have to remind Miss "Justice" at the Tarot meeting, let her not say or record the name "Twilight Hermit", as for the reason, give her a look and let her understand it... Klein soon has After the follow-up arrangement, I left the "Lucky" bar.

He saw that it was still early, and he took the carriage directly to the Cragg Club, where he planned to spend the afternoon.

Just entering the hall, he saw the equestrian teacher Tallim Dumont.

The aristocratic descendant sat in the corner, holding a glass of scarlet wine, his face ruddy and spirited.

"Talim, your mood seems to be very good." Klein grinned and smiled.

Talim laughed and said:

"Because the New Year is coming."

After that, he asked with excitement: "Sherlock, do you know the true taste of a person?"

... Klein reveals a smirk:

"I am sorry, I am still single."

"That's a shame, okay, I have to go busy." Talim drank the rest of the wine and got up and waved.

"Right, thank you Mr. Flemish Cage." Kline thought of the investment in the bicycle project, sincerely thank you, "When are you free? I want to invite you to take me to taste Beckland. Good food."

"After the New Year." Talim put on his hat and smiled at the reception hall.

This guy has entered the season of love? Klein couldn't help but swear.

He had just turned his body and took a few steps. He suddenly heard the heavy fall of the plop.

Klein jerked back and saw Tallim Dumont fall to the ground, his left hand in the heart position, his body twitching.

This... Klein rushed over in a few steps.

But at this time, Talim had spit out the foam and lost the last breath of life.

It was only a few seconds, and he just turned into a dead body when he was still full of spring breeze.