Backlund's expression did not loosen, and his thin and narrow lips pursed into tight lines, as if he did not agree with the suggestion just now.

"Does it take three days of investigation to reach such a conclusion?"

But Rosago couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

As a long-time business partner, he was even more worried about the ambassador's calm and smiling reaction, which showed that the other party did not take it seriously and felt that he could cope with the upcoming challenges.

It is obvious that the "conspirator's" wisdom allows him to penetrate the truth behind certain appearances, whether it is a difficult problem or a valuable help.

After sorting out her thoughts for a moment, Rosago replied:

"Meursault has offended many people. If we think about it from the perspective of waiting for revenge, our list of suspects can last for three pages. Of course, he got into trouble while tracking that Ian, and the man on Minsk Street

The detective is one of the most questionable candidates, but..."

"But he is still a follower of 'Sauron'." Backlund took over the words with stern eyes, with a mixed emotion of irritability and helplessness in his voice, "It happens that he is 'Sauron'... even if it is just a side branch.

Regardless of his background, he is also a member of that family."

"Has the reliable information been sent back from the domestic side?" Rosago nodded, as if he was not surprised by the result.

Backlund opened the top drawer on the right side of his desk and took out a letter that had been sealed with paint so that the subordinate from the Secret Order could clearly see the signature on the cover:

"It's confirmed that they are descendants of the family that moved to the Lane area. They left home more than ten years ago and are said to have never sent a letter to their family. The last time they heard about the relevant news was five or six years ago.

The area along the Jianhai Sea... Finally, and most importantly, his identity has been notarized by the church, the Eternal Blazing Sun Church."

"...and this is in line with our investigation results. An informant witnessed that Mr. Solon brought his little detective followers to visit the temporary residence of Lord Lionel." Rosago recognized the man on the envelope who belonged to

The boss of the intelligence department signed his signature in a cursive style, then he looked away and answered cautiously.

Backlund shook his head disdainfully:

"Oh, that idiot with only hymns in his head..."

Pretending not to hear the ambassador's explicit sarcasm towards the clerical envoys, Rosago continued:

"The gangster who was sent to test the 'Sauron' yesterday woke up and reported that he had searched the entire house. Except for a locked bedroom on the second floor, the door could not be opened. Nothing special was found. As for

Mr. Sauron's skills... His description is basically consistent with the psychic results of his two other companions. We can now safely conclude that he is at least an 'provocateur', not sure whether he is an 'arsonist'

level, but it is absolutely impossible to be the black hand manipulating Meursault behind the scenes. I have already divined this matter, and I have not been disturbed, so there will be no mistake."

"The room is locked and cannot be opened..." Backlund's attention was attracted by another detail, and a playful smile appeared on his face, "It seems that his little detective is not the only one who lives with that Sauron.

There is also a good-looking young girl there, right? They even live in the same room at night, three of them together... Hey, he is indeed a young master from the former royal family, he is quite good at playing."

"Regarding the discussion of private life, you can wait until you have determined the whereabouts of the manuscript, invite them to the dance, and then talk about it as much as you want. Didn't Sauron forge a new identity and name in order to squeeze into Loen's upper class society?

, just enough to sell him a favor..."

Rosago thought of the little detective who was frightened when he noticed the surveillance. He thought of the report from his subordinates that he was like a headless fly buzzing around these days to buy a gun and look for bodyguards. He looked afraid of himself.

I couldn't help but find it ridiculous because I was so worried about being retaliated by gangsters, and I couldn't help but say a few more words.

Backlund, who was on the side, listened to what he thought was a clever suggestion from his capable man. He simply opened the drawer in the middle of the desk, took out the cigar box and matches, started to warm up the cigars with a polished flame, and shook his head silently in his heart:

As expected, Rosago is just an ordinary intelligence officer. He doesn't understand the political favor game and dealings at all. He thinks that by collecting other people's superficial movements and motives, he can use subjective assumptions to predict the other party's true intentions, but he does not consider completing the second task.

, the arrangements after the third step also ignored what signals these actions would bring to others... so he was always just an intelligence officer who accepted orders and performed tasks.

Of course, Backlund would not be stupid enough to say what he was thinking. He just played with the cigar. When it was almost warmed up, he picked up the cigar scissors and cut off the cap. He took a slow puff and tasted the taste in his mouth.

The smell of tobacco smoke is in it, and then spit out evenly.

"I will consider these, and now I will focus on solving the manuscript problems first."

After thinking for a while, Backlund added a few more orders.

"Ian Wright is very cautious. He has not tried to contact anyone in his circle, which means that if he wants to get out of his current situation, he can only gamble on resources that do not belong to him... By coincidence,

Fortunately, we also made the right bet. Next, we just need to wait for the opportunity to come..."

"The information the little detective has is out of date. As long as he doesn't get in the way, we don't have to waste time on him."

"In addition, regarding the unexpected factor hidden behind the scenes... let's assume for the moment that it is a mysterious organization with an unknown position. Don't rule out the possibility of a connection between Sauron and it for the time being, and proceed with caution."

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Chorwood District, Minsk Street 15.

Klein, who got up on time, looked at the deserted restaurant that lacked the smell of fireworks. Without hesitating for too long, he turned back to the second floor and knocked on the door of the bedroom next door.

"Love... uh, cough, Watson, are you in there?"

"I have something to do. If it's about breakfast, I suggest you just prepare your own portion." The magnetic and mellow voice reached his ears through the wooden door, and it sounded slightly distorted.

Okay, okay... Do you have to be busy early in the morning? Or are you in your bedroom?

Klein was confused and a little bit unspeakably disappointed. He could only respond as if nothing had happened. He went downstairs and entered the kitchen to prepare the simplest Loen-style breakfast - perfectly toasted toast.

Add some butter, cheese and bacon, and a cup of coffee.

Apart from the fact that I could only chew on the newspaper spread out on the table by myself, I had no regrets.

Klein took two sips of coffee first, opened the newspaper and read the headlines, while thinking about his future arrangements.

If nothing happens later, I should go out to buy some groceries... I hope I don't miss the commission because of groceries. That would be a loss. I have been busy these days because of the ambassador's affairs, and I don't know how many customers I have missed... Okay,

Although I currently have a huge sum of more than a thousand pounds in my bank account, and the 400 pounds I earned from selling the "Hunter" trait are quietly lying in the junk pile in the gray fog space, this money may be used at some point.

After all, the Intis ambassador is still alive and well. And the extraordinary person who noticed Meursault's abnormality before must be a member of the Secret Order who is good at divination and spiritual vision. I don't know what sequence it will be.

Is it possible that a few extraordinary people realized something was wrong and came directly to the door... Well, considering my previous attitude of refusing to cooperate with the sale of Ian's information, and the importance they attached to the item in Ian's hand, the other party adopted

I'm afraid the method cannot be gentle...

Klein finished the last bit of bread with butter and cheese, and flipped the "Backlund Post" on the dining table to the end. His focus shifted from a report on the fire accident in the East District factory in the upper left to the restaurant dispute in the lower left.

And from the black and white photo, he identified the decoration of the Golden Eel Restaurant.

"That matter was still in the newspaper... Mr. Hamilton must have a headache." He put down the newspaper and was about to get up to refill his coffee when he saw a tall and straight man walking straight into the restaurant and sitting opposite him.

He stood down and put his hands empty on the table.

After being stared at by those clear and profound green eyes for two seconds, Klein suddenly felt a little hot on his face for some reason, so he instinctively picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth to cover up his discomfort:

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"No, it's okay for now. I just want to tell you that if you have nothing to do later, you can go to my room after breakfast."

As Arthur Watson spoke, he lowered his eyes slightly and chanted something in a low voice. With the completion of this chant and the corresponding spell-casting gesture, two French baguettes appeared on the empty table on the other side of the dining table.

of……

"This is a baguette, right?"

This was the first time that Klein saw her using the famous "Food Creation Technique". He witnessed the historic scene of the mage kneading bread with his own eyes, and couldn't help but interrupt in surprise.

"Want to try it?" As if noticing his curiosity and high interest, Arthur Watson generously asked to make another piece of bread, but Klein declined on the grounds that he was already full and did not want to waste food.

I broke off about one-third of the length and handed it to the other side.

Klein took the novel food made by magic, took an extremely adventurous bite, and then was slightly stunned:

"...Why is there no taste? It's like drinking plain water."

"How delicious do you expect this kind of food supply made by magic to be?" Arthur Watson showed a funny expression, "It is enough if it has sufficient nutrition and can replenish physical strength. Who has the mind to study how to make it?"

The secret to making magic bread taste better?...Well, maybe there is, but that’s just a small minority, at least I don’t belong to this minority.”

"It looks quite appetizing..." Klein nodded understandingly and began to work hard to eliminate the small piece of magic bread in his hand that was as pale as white water and tasted like chewing wax. "By the way, you said you would go there later.

I came to your room to say something?"

"It's something, I can't tell you." She ate the bread in a gentle rhythm, repeatedly tearing it off, putting it in her mouth, chewing it carefully, and then swallowing it. Her demeanor was as elegant and noble as if she was enjoying a fresh and delicious royal breakfast. "The only thing is

The most important thing to note is to remember to turn on your spiritual vision when you walk into the room, and... yes, please have more of an exploratory spirit."

"Spiritual vision? Exploration spirit?" Klein had to admit that his curiosity had been completely aroused by her, and he couldn't help but speed up the process of solving the wax baguette. Before finally standing up, he asked, "I want to confirm something.

, I only need to go to your room alone, and you will sit here and continue eating breakfast, right?"

The beautiful young man sitting on the restaurant seat nodded:

"That's right, so you can go upstairs and have a look now."

What on earth is going on, so secretive and mysterious... What could be in her room? It's just her body lying on the bed - wait a minute, is there any "surprise show"? I surprised her.

That kind?

Klein braced himself, warned himself to be mentally prepared, and turned on his spiritual vision when he went upstairs, and watched carefully for a few seconds through the door.

"You can see a faint aura color...Alice is the only one in the room."

He nodded to himself, carefully held the doorknob, quickly opened the door and pushed it forward, then let go of his hand and took two steps back, like a frightened black cat that hunched back.

The door opened backwards with a creak, revealing the same furniture, furnishings, floor and wallpaper as before.

It seems like I'm being too preoccupied... Fortunately, there's no one around.

Klein pretended that the suspicious person before was not him, and was about to walk into the room to confirm Alice's intention, when he saw a wisp of illusive, light, dream-like colors flying across his field of vision.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the strange "creature", saw its graceful flying posture, clearly saw its illusory and unreal lavender wings, and also saw through its essence as a spirit body.
To be continued...