“Rafter Pound’s future.”
Klein held onto the baronet’s hair, closed his eyes, and entered a deep slumber with the help of Cogitation.
In the gray gloomy world, he saw a narrow, irregular cave. Rafter Pound, with his puffy eye bags and gray hair at his temples, was propping himself up on his elbows, crawling forward like a reptile to leave the hole.
Then, with a flash, he retrieved a black iron emblem of unknown origins and wore it on his chest.
The emblem had a scepter carved on it, as well as a hand that was holding onto the scepter tightly!
“Tudor!” Klein jerked out of the dream and sat up.
According to Miss Bodyguard’s introduction, the black iron emblem was engraved with the imperial coat of arms of the Fourth Epoch’s Tudor Empire royal household!
It was identical to the one he had seen in the ancient structure!
As a Seer, he had his own interpretation of the revelation he had received from the dream. On the one hand, he knew that it was something Rafter Pound would do in the future, and on the other hand, he believed that it meant that Rafter Pound had a deep connection with the Tudor family!
Klein proceeded this line of thought and soon realized he had reached a dead end. He quickly pulled himself out of this dead end and changed his angle of thinking.
Klein’s train of thought became clearer bit by bit, and he had an overall assessment of the situation.
Klein quickly finalized the plan and decided on finding Kaspars tomorrow evening. He would try to settle the matter of the underground ruins within the week.
As for the true relationship between the Pound family and the Tudor family, and for Rafter’s abnormality, he didn’t want to probe too deeply into it.
“It’s none of my business!” Klein grumbled and quickly plummeted down past the gray fog and returned to the real world.
…
On Friday morning, Klein went out early as usual and pretended to be very busy.
The truth was, he had once again gone to the Quelaag Club to practice his shooting and read the newspapers. He enjoyed himself quite a bit.
At tea time, he was about to leave after staying there the entire day, but he was surprised to see Mary Gale, his former employer, and Talim Dumont, the equestrian teacher, enter the club at the same time.
They were accompanied by a number of gentlemen in double-breasted frock coats and beautiful ladies in fine makeup. Among them was the Daily Observer reporter, Mike Joseph.
“Oh, Detective Moriarty, what a coincidence.” Mike, with his charming eyes but rather rough skin, took the initiative to greet him.
Klein smiled and replied, “Mr. Reporter, are you done with your investigative news?”
“It’s done, thanks to your help! Let me do the introductions. This is the famous detective, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty, a good friend of Talim’s.” Mike waved his arm and said.
After both sides greeted each other, Mike continued, “I’ve roughly figured out who Capim is. I’ll tell you in detail when I have the time. In short, I have every reason to believe that Siber’s death was caused by a copycat killer and not by the serial killer. Haha, you will see the news of my investigations on the papers tomorrow.
“It’s just as I thought.” Klein smiled in response.
At that moment, Mike seemed to remember something and turned his head to Mary Gale and said, “I’ll make an appointment with you for an interview regarding the air pollution situation in Backlund and its solution. However, you have to communicate with my editor-in-chief in advance to finalize the page and time.”
Mary’s eyes lit up.
“Alright.
“Thank you very much! Mike, why didn’t I think of such a good idea?”
Before becoming a Faceless, he didn’t want to get involved in high-level affairs such as this.
…
Evening, in an apartment in East Borough.
After a busy day, Williams entered the small room he rented, intending to change his coat, get some money, go to the pub for a drink, and settle his dinner there.
In the gloomy darkness, he suddenly stopped putting on his coat.
He saw a shadow standing by the window, its face completely obscured by the shadow of the hood.
“Who told you to look for Lanevus?” the dark figure asked in a low, slow voice.
Williams quickly put on his coat, gulped his saliva, and said, “I have a friend, a bounty hunter.”
Bounty hunters referred to adventurers who used various bounty rewards as their main source of income. There were a lot of them in East Borough and in Backlund.
“Why did he suddenly start looking for Lanevus? This is a bounty that was offered a long time ago.” The black figure was extremely tall. Step by step, he approached Williams.
“I don’t know. Maybe she just wanted to attempt another bounty.” Williams took a very tiny step back.
The dark figure pressed hoarsely, “Who is she?”
Williams immediately entered a dilemma, but after a few seconds, he replied with a trembling voice, “Xio, Xio Derecha. I don’t know where she lives.”
“Very good, very honest.” The black figure reached out and patted Williams’s body. Without further ado, he walked towards the door.
Williams secretly heaved a sigh of relief, believing that his rich experience in the underworld had helped him.
Don’t try to be brave when you shouldn’t!
At that moment, he saw the shadow snap his fingers.
Williams’s thoughts froze, and his body suddenly split into pieces, scattering in all directions, splattering the ground and walls with flesh and blood.
Then, the shadow broke the gas pipe.
Amidst the sound of gas spewing out from the pipes, he picked up the candle from Williams’s desk and struck it against the wick.
The black shadow left immediately. A few minutes later, the candle suddenly lit up by itself!
The explosion wiped out everything.
