Going to Backlund?" Klein was slightly startled.
"Don't worry, if you have any questions, you can tell me," Truman said softly, "There are a lot of funds."
"Oh, by the way, there is another task that is to pay attention to the following keywords." Truman's expression did not change at all, and he pointed out a few words calmly, "'Fool', 'Error', and 'Grey Fog'."
Klein's heartbeat seemed to have stopped. He forcibly controlled his expression so as not to reveal any flaws, and looked at Truman in confusion.
"What do these words mean?" Leonard's voice sounded like the sound of nature to Klein.
Klein's attention at this moment seemed to be condensed into a beam, paying attention to Truman's every movement and every word he was about to say.
"About a month ago, the Abraham family, the Antigonus family, the Secret Order and other world-famous families and secret organizations all issued the same mission."
Truman gave someone some advice, "We also need to make some preparations for this."
"Yes!" Klein nodded solemnly.
In fact, the villain in him was already hiding in the corner and did not dare to speak.
When did I mess with such a family? !
After hearing the keywords "Fool" and "Grey Mist", Klein no longer had any extravagant hopes. This was definitely aimed at him.
Klein was thinking crazily. Apart from the fact that he did have a little connection with Antigonus and the Secret Order, who was the Abraham family?
"No... Miss Magician seems to be a student of a member of the Abraham family." Klein suddenly thought of the Tarot Club on the gray mist.
"You just need to pay attention. If you have any clues, let me know and let me judge." Truman glanced at Klein, but regretfully did not see Klein ask.
"Yes!" Leonard nodded seriously, and Klein could only express his position quickly.
"The only good news is probably that I am also on the team investigating 'The Fool'!" Klein could only comfort himself by complaining like this.
In this way, at the very least, information about "The Fool" can be obtained as soon as possible.
"Fortunately, I warned the participants at the party before." After some calculations, Klein intuitively gave me the advantage. After all, no one should be able to detect it in the gray fog.
"Klein, you will probably have to stay in Backlund for a relatively long period of time. You can also move your family to Backlund."
"It is also the church's responsibility to settle your families well."
"I will seriously consider it!" Klein's face straightened and he nodded seriously.
"Then it's a matter of treatment now." Truman showed a rich smile.
Looking at this smile, Klein subconsciously thought of himself after becoming a Nighthawk and learning the news that his weekly salary would be doubled.
"The weekly salary for you night watchers is now about 10 pounds. After it is doubled, it will be 20 pounds. Now I will double it for you."
hiss! Not only Klein, but also Leonard took a breath.
With a weekly salary of 40 pounds, this is not considered rich in Backlund, but it is definitely a high-income earner.
Both Klein and Leonard walked out of the prayer room with dazed eyes. It was obvious that neither of them refused this secret mission.
"We need to prepare." Leonard said.
Hmm... Klein nodded. His most important question now is how to convince his brother and sister to go to Backlund?
Truman casually flipped through the information sent by the Church of the Night and the Dream Sect in the prayer room.
"I allow you to ascend to the gods, and I won't care about your fights, but just take it easy."
After all, Tingen City is too small, just to give Klein a "newbie village" that can be buffered. Once you step into Backlund, those undercurrents of peace should be revealed.
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Woo!
The sound of the whistle echoed through the station, like a giant monster steam train coming to a slow stop.
Klein and Leonard each carried a large suitcase and arrived at Backlund, the capital of all capitals. This is also the only city in the world that can be compared with the Solomon Imperial Capital.
"Klein, where are we going?" Leonard looked at the bustling crowd with an ugly expression on his face. The air here is too bad.
"Two small single-family villas at 68 and 69 Minsk Street in Jowood District. That's where we live."
"And please call me Sherlock Moriarty. Mr. Byron Lee."
"Oh!" The poet classmate pulled the suitcase and walked behind Klein, arriving at his residence before dark.
"When are you opening?" Leonard asked Klein when they parted.
Klein chose a job with enough freedom, that is, detective.
When asked about Leonard, he seemed to have given up thinking and directly chose to become the assistant of the great detective.
"In two days, we still need to get familiar with Backlund, and we need to spread our detective's name."
Klein glanced at Leonard with a strange expression. In the past, the captain of the Nighthawks team arranged the work, but now it was two people operating with no precise arrangements.
"I always feel like I have become the external brain of my poet classmate..." Klein complained, entering his small single-family villa.
The environment here is very good, and the furniture and daily necessities in the small independent villa are all available.
"I have to say that Bishop Truman is really rich!" These two small villas were specially sponsored by Bishop Truman.
"Oh, by the way, we still need to 'report'!"
Klein suddenly remembered this matter, simply packed his luggage, and went out to call Leonard to go with him to the address given by Bishop Truman.
It was a large manor outside the city.
Compared with this large manor, their two single-family villas were shabby.
"Here? Please sit down." Truman poured a cup of black tea for Klein and Leonard.
"Remember the address here. If you need anything, you can come here to see me."
"Now... just in time, I will take you to see the noble banquet."
Truman waved his hand, and a valet came in with a dress for Klein and Leonard to change into.
The two of them were caught off guard and dressed up like aristocrats. Both of them had good looks and became even more attractive under the care of professional makeup artists.
"Let me tell you, this banquet is hosted by Duke Negan, and all the real nobles from Backlund are here."
"With your looks, you won't have to worry about being with a noble lady for the rest of your life." Truman teased.
Both Klein and Leonard looked at their unfamiliar selves in the mirror, their expressions slightly distorted.
Truman was naturally dressed in black divine robes. He wrote a handwritten transfer order and promoted himself to the position of Archbishop Backlund.
"Let's go!" Klein and Leonard once again saw what a noble card was.
A spacious and exquisite carriage, more than two digits of servants and security guards...
Their destination was Duke Negan's mansion in Queens District of Backlund, where a grand ball was being held.