Mystery: The Extraordinary Journey Starting from an Angel

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Minsk Street No. 15.

Klein opened the curtains and sat down at the desk.

The intelligence about the Secret Society given by the "Hanged Man" let him know that the target might have some connection with the Republic of Intis.

At the same time, he recalled the description of the Antigonus family by the "Hanged Man" before, "weird" and "terrible".

The iron wire worm that sneaked in last night was indeed very weird.

The sequence chain mastered by the Antigonus family is exactly the "diviner" path of the Secret Society, and the two can be equated...

In other words, we can make such a guess that the extraordinary person last night was a member of the Secret Society and a part-time spy of the Republic of Intis?

Or did he not belong to the Secret Society, but obtained the corresponding formula and potion with the help of the connection between the Republic of Intis and the Secret Society?

Klein began to make bold assumptions and carefully verify:

"This can explain why my 'clown' premonition did not work when the strange iron wireworms invaded. This is due to the suppression of me by the higher sequence of the same path... Of course, there is also the reason why the iron black nematodes did not pose a real threat to me..."

"Similarly, it can also explain why I had just written the intelligence on Ian Wright, and the iron black nematodes sneaked in that night and went straight to the desk... The other party has the ability of a 'diviner', which makes things reasonable enough..."

After repeated consideration, Klein felt that his guess was probably close to the truth.

Klein thought self-deprecatingly that he would get the potion formula from him in the future...

Is this the true meaning of the revelation I got from divination before?

For various reasons, he believed that Ambassador Bakerland would not have time to retaliate against him in the short term, and would not cause any additional trouble.

So he stopped thinking about this matter.

He focused his attention on the "Queen" who joined the Tarot Club last time.

Who is she?

Before, she joined the Tarot Club and kept reciting her own honorific name.

It was obviously purposeful.

So what is her purpose?

Just to join the Tarot Club?

Klein thought of the "Queen" who actually took out the Angel's Blood at the Tarot Club just now.

Could it be that the "Queen" is a high-level member of the secret organization.

Or is she an angel herself?

Klein recalled the letter that the "Queen" gave to the "Hanged Man":

Admiral of the Star, I need you to help me contact the Mysterious Queen. Be careful not to harm the Mysterious Queen.

I will solve the whispering of the Secret Sage for you, and a drop of Angel's Blood.

Secret Sage?

Whispering?

How could the "Queen" have such ability to solve the whispering of the evil god?

What sequence is she?

Is she really an angel?

Moreover, what did she want from the Mysterious Queen?

And she actually took on the mission.

That's an ambassador.

There must be a lot of extraordinary people around her.

Is she so sure of success?

Most importantly, the reward that the "Queen" wants is actually my promise.

No...

It's the promise of the Fool.

What does she want a promise from God for?

To protect herself

Promotion ceremony

Or the need of the organization?

There is no way to know all this.

Klein frowned. With the properties of his fortune-teller's potion, he always felt as if he had seen her somewhere.

This sense of déjà vu made him very depressed.

Klein looked at the fog that finally dissipated outside the window, as if in a daze.

There is a long time to go, so let's take it one step at a time.

He decided to solve the ambassador's matter first!

Klein decided to continue to go to the "Brave Bar" tonight.

First, with the help of Caspars, he could contact other extraordinary people and lay the foundation for selecting suitable bodyguards.

Second, he would find an opportunity to sell Meursault's extraordinary characteristics and raise some funds.

Third, he would see if anyone was selling powerful magical items to improve his own strength. This is a plan that will never be outdated.

After confirming his idea, Klein pretended to be leisurely flipping through the newspaper.

He waited until it got dark before slowly getting up and making a tomato oxtail soup for himself.

After eating and drinking, he closed the bedroom curtains as usual and decided not to open them tonight.

Then, he summoned himself, responded to himself, and turned into a special spirit, moving the Azik copper whistle, Meursault's extraordinary characteristics, homemade spells, various materials and tarot cards above the gray fog back to the real world, leaving only a few items such as the blood-stained standard contract.

After everything was ready and done, Klein's strength returned to the peak.

He adjusted his collar, took his hat and cane, and left No. 15 Minsk Street.

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Inside the "Brave Bar" on Iron Gate Street.

Klein, who exchanged a glass of beer for the news, found Kaspars in a card room.

The other party was playing a weird version of Landlord - "Fighting Evil".

While betting on a boxer outside, he was having a very comfortable time.

Klein nodded to him.

Caspers covered the cards, cursed, stood up and walked to the door, lowering his voice and saying:

"I'll take you to a place where the people are not as good as Maric, but they are all quite powerful."

"As for whether the deal can be made, it has nothing to do with me."

"But I must warn you in advance not to anger them."

"Otherwise you may not see the sun tomorrow."

"Of course, it is not easy to see the sun in Backlund after September."

"Do I need to pay you?" Klein asked sincerely.

Caspers nodded with satisfaction:

"Two pounds."

Klein muttered and gave Caspers two one-pound notes.

Seeing the notes, Caspers turned around and said something to his poker friends, and led Klein.

He limped to the kitchen of the bar, entered the alley behind, and walked around to a dark house.

He took out an iron mask that could only cover the upper half of his face, handed it to Klein, and chuckled:

"Just consider it as you bought it for two pounds."

Klein put on the iron mask and tidied his appearance.

So that even people who knew him would not easily recognize him.

Seeing that he was ready, Caspers knocked on the door rhythmically.

Seven or eight seconds later, a small wooden board on the door was suddenly pulled open, revealing the brown eyes behind it.

After being examined for a long time, Klein finally saw the door open to the back.

A man wearing an iron mask stood there and handed Klein a hooded robe.

He led Klein through the dark living room and into the living room on the first floor.

There was a candle lit on the coffee table there, and the dim light illuminated the entire room.

There were about ten people sitting on the sofas and chairs around the coffee table, all dressed in hooded robes and iron masks.

It was obviously a gathering of extraordinary people.

After putting on the robe, Klein quietly found a chair in the corner and sat down, listening quietly, absorbing useful information for himself.