The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 83

"Oh...it's the bounty of Sequence Seven, then it's all right!"

After thinking about it for a while, Klein wisely thought that if it wasn't for Tingen's market-valued night warriors who were mobilizing in full force, facing mid-sequence transcendents with his current strength, he would basically deliver food when he went there.

Then he turned his attention to the low sequence bounty listed by Aiwen.

"Let me think about it, a gangster mouse is worth 50 gold pounds, ten 500 gold pounds, a hundred is 5000 gold pounds, and the bounty of Sequence Nine ranges from [-] pounds to [-] pounds. If so, maybe I can try to find Leonard to do private work..."

"By the way, how can there be Extraordinary people among a group of gangster mice? There are no genetic mutations in this world!"

"And the location is still in Tingen, is Mr. Sacrifice also in Tingen City?"

"Or maybe... this commission itself is related to the shooting at the warehouse at the dock in the East District?"

Thinking of this, Klein looked around calmly under the cover of the gray fog, and found that the Hanged Man and Justice, who were on both sides of the long table, were also full of doubts, and they all turned their eyes to the priest. However, no information was found to support the conjecture.

"Well, Mr. Hanged Man has always been at sea, and although Tingen City is connected to the sea by the Tussock River, it is still inland. It may be difficult to accept the commission."

"As for Miss Justice, as a Loen nobleman, and there is a probability that she is a nobleman of Backlund, the capital of all capitals, this kind of dirty work is obviously not suitable for her."

"So as I happen to be in Tingen, I can accept the commission first, and then find a way to investigate what happened to the gang rats in Tingen City, and adjust my strategy according to the difficulty of the task!"

In view of the hidden danger behind the shooting, Klein, who has always been cautious, was lured by money, and after a little analysis, he couldn't help but say:

"If you need help, I happen to have a favored person who will pass by Tingen in the future."

As soon as the words fell, Alger, the Hanged Man on the other side of the long bronze table, was hesitating whether to accept this valuable commission. When he was looking for an opportunity to go to Tingen City, he suddenly heard that he was sitting on the long table. The leading Fool spoke indifferently, and subconsciously straightened his back.

At the same time, an unstoppable turbulent wave emerged from the depths of his heart.

"Adorer? Mister Fool actually has a representative!"

"That's right, for a great existence like him, which is similar to a god, it would be strange if there is no agent to spread his will."

"I just don't know what level his favored one is, a high-level transcendent, a demigod-level powerhouse, or an angel that only exists in legends?"

"Fortunately, I was cautious enough before and didn't show any disrespect, otherwise..."

While Alger was terrified, Audrey, who was corresponding to him, felt a burst of pride from the bottom of his heart.

In the state of the audience, imitating the Hanged Man's chest of "you are honored", while sighing in the bottom of my heart:
"Mr. Fool really has favored ones, just like the orthodox churches of night, storm, and steam, who walk on the earth and carry out His will!"

"This shows that the strength of our Tarot Society is much stronger than it appears on the surface, and it is far beyond the reach of those underground organizations that hide in Tibet and have no protection from the true god."

Immediately afterwards, she resisted the urge to pat her cheek, and repeatedly warned herself excitedly:

"Audrey, Audrey, as Mister Fool's recovery speeds up, the Tarot Club will become stronger and stronger. In the future, we will learn from Mr. Hanged Man, take the initiative to guide newcomers, and share the fool's worries."

"Well, that's right! And Mister Sacrifice, he has already started to represent the Tarot Club to punish those villains who commit all kinds of crimes. If it was in Backlund, I think I should take the initiative to participate in this adventure..."

When Audrey cheered for the "power" of the Tarot Society, Ivan, who was at the bottom of the long table, frowned again, and he seemed to feel the fleeting abnormality again inadvertently, following the traitor Odd very similar taste.

This made him squint his eyes subconsciously, secretly looking at the Fool who was shrouded in gray mist and only showed a vague outline, and secretly said in his heart very puzzled:

"This guy is weird!"

"If it wasn't for his bad state, I really want to rush up and grab him from the chair to see if it's Tzeentch's vest."

"But then again, since he offered to ask his 'God's Chosen' to help, he can take this opportunity to observe the so-called favored one carefully, and deduce part of the other party's information from the small insight."

After thinking over and over again, Aiwen immediately nodded slightly towards the long table and said: "Since the help of the favored person is great, but how can I get in touch with him?"

Hearing the sound, Klein, who was sitting at the head of the long table, chuckled indifferently.

He was completely unaware that there were nine minded people in the party of four people, and three teenage boys, but he still tried his best to maintain his personality, and calmly "arranged casually": "When he arrives in Tingen, when Naturally, I will take the initiative to contact you."

After that, I added another sentence from the bottom of my heart:
"Of course I won't tell you. In fact, there is no such thing as the so-called favored person. I just made it up!"

"The great Mr. Fool is not only a polished commander, but he also works in the name of his family..."

After secretly slandering for a while, Klein no longer took the initiative to participate in the follow-up communication, and waited until Aiwen sold the ring he picked up from MI[-] agents, but it was passed because no one was available, before announcing today's gathering. stop here.

Then disconnected, passed through the endless gray fog and shouted, and opened his eyes at the desk of the apartment on Narcissus Street.

Raising his hands and gently rubbing the corners of his eyes that felt a little sore due to the massive loss of his spirituality, Klein, who was lying in front of the desk, stretched slowly as if he had just woken up.

"Phew... the long gathering is really too much to bear. The potion digestion feedback at the Divination Club is not bad recently. It seems that I need to find time to go a few more times."

"About the task entrusted by the priest, I just said that I will pass by in the next few days, leaving enough time to investigate the incident. If the situation is wrong, I can find an excuse to 'leave' Tingen."

"But before that, you have to forge a more reasonable identity."

Secretly applauding his vigilance, he slowly got up and walked towards the kitchen, preparing to brew himself a cup of strong Dixie black tea to refresh himself.

At this moment, Klein suddenly had the idea of ​​hiring a maid for chores, leaving tasks such as making tea, preparing desserts, washing clothes, and cleaning the room to the other party.

"If there is a maid, Benson can fully prepare for the exam, Melissa can study with peace of mind, and I can concentrate on work!"

"Well, after finishing this ticket and having a balance of funds, go talk to Melissa."

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On the other hand, unlike Klein who is trying to enjoy life, in the rest room of the Heart of Machinery team in Tingen City, Ivan just opened his eyes when he heard a burst of rhythmic knocking and Apu Ton's call.

"Aiwen, a non-staff member of the Protection Association, just handed me a letter addressed to you, would you like to read it?"

After a quick inspection of himself at the party, there was nothing abnormal, and then Aiwen turned his gaze to the direction of the door.

"letter?"

"I don't recall any relatives or friends outside of Tingen."

In doubt, he stood up decisively and opened the door, and saw that Upton was holding an unstamped envelope, and he was still knocking on the door.

Seeing Aiwen come out, he smiled apologetically and said, "I wanted to hand it over to you after you woke up, but I'm going to recruit workers with Mrs. Salier in the afternoon..."

"How's the construction progress at the factory?" Ai Wen took the letter and nodded slightly.

"According to what you said, in order to speed up the progress, we have made some reinforcements on the old factory building at the original location by the Hoy River. We only need to build another office building in the future. Once the equipment and personnel are in place, it is expected to start production within a week. "

Speaking of this, Upton suddenly changed the subject and asked with a little expectation: "By the way, after dinner today, can I talk to you about the principles of radio technology?"

"Well... yes!"

After thinking for a while, realizing that there was nothing particularly important tonight, Ivan immediately agreed to Upton's request, and after watching the other party run away excitedly, he couldn't help sighing:
"If you were born in the 2K era, there will be countless cheap knowledge waiting for you to explore, unfortunately..."

Halfway through speaking, he shook his head in a sense of loss, turned around and returned to the bedroom with the letter, and sat down at the desk.

Underground, next to the gas lamp that burns almost all day long, Aiwen glanced at the beautiful handwriting on the envelope that read, "Mr. Ivan Stimson personally opened", raised his hand and pulled out the neatly stacked papers in the envelope .

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