Mystery: Shadow of Order - Chapter 228

The slate was pushed open, the coffin lid was pushed open, Klein sat up, and looked around a little blankly.

cough! cough!

Klein began to cough violently, and he coughed out a few black-green blood clots. Seeing that the blood clots were about to fall on his body, he supported the two sides of the coffin with both hands, and kept sitting. The posture “flyed” out of the coffin, then turned around flexibly, and both feet landed on the ground.

The “Joker” abilities have not gone away!

This thought flashed through his mind subconsciously, and Klein slowly turned his neck. This is Raphael’s cemetery…

I’m dead?

Klein looked at the photo of himself on the tombstone in front of him, as well as his epitaph. A bitter arc was drawn from the corner of his mouth. He died, but he didn’t know how he died…

Is this a mockery of fate? One second is a surprise, the next is death!

Glancing at his tombstone again, Klein took off the citrine pendant that was still wrapped around his hand. He needed to determine the captain’s life and death.

…

Looking at the pendulum turning counterclockwise, Klein’s pale face lost a bit of blood again, and that characteristic did not save the captain!

A few minutes later, with the help of two divinations, Klein saw the black-and-white photo of the captain: his expression was gentle, his hairline was high, and the gray color of his eyes could be vaguely reflected, which was not much different from usual.

Below the photo is Dunn’s name, date of birth, date of death, and epitaph:

“True Guardian;”

“The most trustworthy companion;”

“Forever captain.”

Klein stared blankly, his vision blurred again for some reason, and vaguely returned to that day, seeing the captain turn his head sideways, his voice was mellow, and he said in a relaxed tone:

“We saved Tingen.”

Captain… Klein called out silently.

…

Above the gray fog, the majestic palace and the ancient mottled long table remained unchanged.

He sat in the seat belonging to The Fool, with a yellow-brown parchment and a round-bellied pen in front of him, and after a little thought, he wrote down the divination statement:

“The man who killed me.”

He meditated seven times, leaned back on the back of the chair, and with the help of meditation, he entered a dream state. In a gray world, countless light spots were flying and gathering, and finally they merged into a picture:

A woman in a plain white robe walked slowly into the reception hall of the Blackthorn Security Company. The broken and messy hall did not make her face a trace of displeasure. She always had a smile on her bright and brilliant face. The rolled-up hair added a bit of restraint and laziness to her temperament.

She has a pair of pure white jade feet, and the stains and dust in the hall are not stained in the slightest, revealing a moving style. Even through the gray fog, Klein couldn’t help but imagine how such a lady would behave in bed, and whether she had a different charm when she begged.

Witch! Klein instinctively clenched his teeth and moved the corners of his mouth, this is a bad fate!

The woman approached the urn containing St. Selina, without bending or reaching out, the palm-sized urn seemed to be pulled into the woman’s arms by an invisible thread, showing amazing waves.

Her slender fingers stroked the urn engraved with mysterious patterns, and there was a touching smile on the corner of her mouth:

“Ince, what are you going to pay this time?”

…

Lanvus is in Backlund, Ince Zangwill is in Backlund, the witch is also in Backlund, and my hope of becoming stronger is also in Backlund. Is this a coincidence of fate?

Outside Raphael Cemetery, Klein sat under a big tree and began to think about his future plans. Several of his divinations pointed to Backlund, the capital of the Loen Kingdom.

He can’t contact Mr. Azik for the time being, he’s going after Ince Zangwill, which is dangerous for him considering his guessed “0-08” ability.

But if he goes to Backlund… Klein touched his pocket. There were only the citrine pendant and Mr. Azik’s copper whistle. He didn’t even have a penny, so the next thing he had to solve was to go to Backlund himself. Germany’s ticket, as well as future living expenses, house rent, running water and gas…

And the ten pound a week job I just got!

…

University District, hotel across the Hoy River.

Rawls looked at Jurgen on the opposite side, his posture relaxed, and he asked casually:

“Academy exams are okay, right?”

Jurgen sat on the soft sofa, with his back straight, his hands on his knees, and a serious expression:

“It’s easier than I thought.”

“Huh?” Rawls’s hand that shook the glass suddenly stopped, and he looked at Jurgen with a standard Loen gentleman template in surprise. He suddenly felt that Jurgen had the potential to be a sneering joker.

“You will be staying in Tingen for a few years, have you considered what to do with the Backlund real estate?” Rawls seemed to ask unintentionally, he knew about Jurgen’s family, 58 Minsk Street, Chorwood District No. is his property.

“Well, probably to sell, although I can live on campus, but also my grandma, although I have some savings, but those won’t get me through five years.” Generally speaking, solicitors need at least four years study to graduate.

Jurgen’s face rarely showed a bitter look. He was only twenty-six years old this year, and he had only been in the industry for three years. Although he had a small savings, Tingen’s living standard was not comparable to that of Backlund, plus Adrian’s affairs. The funding from the institute also takes into account the physical condition of his grandmother, and the money is not much.

If it was simply rented out, the house would have a maximum rent of £60 a year, so it would be better to sell it directly.

“Well…” Rawls rubbed his temples slightly and snapped his fingers, “Well, you mortgage your house to the firm, and the firm will give you an additional £150 every year in addition to the subsidized money. Wait for you. After graduating from the firm, it can be redeemed from the firm and then deducted from your salary every year.”

Jurgen could no longer maintain his gentlemanly sitting posture. He leaned forward and looked at Rawls with a look of extreme anticipation. His lips trembled a little: “Is this really possible?”

“Of course, you were the first one recommended by Adrian to enter Lincoln College, so you must do your best.” Rawls paused and pointed to Jurgen, “It’s up to you to draw up the contract, which should be It’s the last contract you’ll ever write as a solicitor.”

…

Seeing Jurgen’s unsteady footsteps when he left, Rawls breathed a sigh of relief and looked in the direction of Backlund. Before he and Jurgen reached an agreement, Ian Wright had moved into Minsk. 58 Street. I just hope that Klein can live in No. 15 Minsk Street according to the inertia of fate.

His plan has already begun, and the result will be seen next.

However, next, Rawls wanted to “convince” the rest of Lincoln College to reach a cooperation between Adrian and Lincoln College, and bring the barristers from Ahowa County back to Backlund.

…

On Monday afternoon, Rawls looked out the window at the Hoy River. The university town had been rejuvenated, and the students returned to the school one after another. From time to time, there were rowing students on the river moving fast along the river.

This morning, he used “bribes” to successfully persuade others at Lincoln College to tie Lincoln College to the chariot of Adrian’s office. Attorney Merino even took the initiative to contact outstanding graduates of previous colleges and let them join the Adrian firm.

Pulling out his pocket watch, watching the time gradually approaching three o’clock in the afternoon, a deep red rose in front of Rawls’ eyes, and then he came to the top of the gray fog, and the familiar and sweet greetings of Miss Justice also rang in his ears. Voice:

“Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.”

“Good afternoon, Mr. Emperor.”

“Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man.”

“Good afternoon, Mr. Sun.”

Rawls veiled his gaze on Klein for a while, then greeted Justice and sat down, while the Hanged Man Alger Wilson couldn’t wait to make a gesture:

“Mr. Fool, I got a total of 19 pages of Roselle’s diary this time. Here, I must thank you for sending the Blessed One to help me get rid of Qilingus. These diaries are what I should pay.”

After he finished speaking, he turned to Rawls and was equally grateful:

“And Mr. Emperor, your plan was successful, and Qilingos was forced out by the church and MI9’s search.”

Rawls looked at Alger and nodded slightly:

“It’s also good for me to get rid of a sea admiral.”

Klein, who was sitting at the head of the long bronze table, smiled indifferently:

“This is the principle of equivalent exchange.”

Audrey, who was sitting opposite Rawls, raised her hand and said:

“Well, regarding the ‘Lieutenant General Hurricane’, his bounty is with me, but I can only use part of it for the time being, about three thousand pounds. If I use too much at one time, I will be suspected. This is Mr. Fool Your favored person, er, and Mr. Emperor, this is what you should get. However, it is up to you to decide how to divide it.”

Klein the Fool tried his best to control his expression, that was three thousand pounds! Although he has arrived in Backlund, he can only temporarily live in a small hotel that does not require proof. He does not have enough money to rent a house. If he gets this money, he does not need to think too much.

However, as a “The Fool”, he couldn’t be the first to speak in this regard. Klein turned his head slightly to look at Rawls, signaling him to share. Mr. “Emperor” should not be short of money, and it was mainly Mr. Azik who killed Qilingus, even if he took it, he should not take too much.

Rawls felt Klein’s obscure gaze through the gray fog. If he could, he wanted to take all the money. After all, he was short of money right now. In ten days at most, the Adrian firm will welcome more than ten barristers, and more solicitors will be hired. The weekly salary will be at least 800 pounds, which will greatly squeeze the firm’s liquidity. .

But even if I take it all, I don’t care about the usefulness of it for a few weeks, not to mention the poor money is not easy to take.

“500 pounds, even if the funds that Miss Justice can use in the future increase, there is no need to give it to me.”

Audrey looked at Mr. Fool and saw that he had no objection, so she nodded to Rawls with a smile:

“No problem, do I still call your previous bearer account?”

“Okay.” Rawls gave The Fool a slight salute, “I’m sorry Mr. Fool, I left Backlund last week and didn’t collect Roselle’s diary.”

Left Backlund again?

Except for the ignorant “Sun” Derrick Bird, all eyes were on Rawls.

Seeing that everyone’s attention was attracted to him, Rawls spread his hands and sighed:

“I have to trouble Miss Justice, and help me pay attention to the recent situation of the Intis embassy. They should have a big move recently.”

The Intis embassy again?

Audrey nodded and didn’t ask, she was not as naive as before. She knew from her friends that the ambassador of the Intis embassy was always making small moves, but because of his status as an ambassador, it was difficult to arrest him.

Klein looked at the “Emperor” who seemed a little helpless, and quietly pulled his left tooth twice, and observed his state with “Spiritual Vision”. Last time, Mr. Azik said that the identity of Mr. “Emperor” was not simple, and he was protected by a high-ranking powerhouse. At least it can be shown that he does not need to avoid the Intis embassy, ​​after all, the possibility that the ambassador is a high-sequence powerhouse is very low.

Sure enough, the aura of the “Emperor” was not as helpless as he appeared on the outside, but rather calm.

Azik on the side glanced at Rawls, he didn’t care about this kind of thing~www.mtlnovel.com~ couldn’t help. Now he just wants to give the diary in his hand to The Fool as soon as possible in exchange for greater help.

“Mr. Fool, Roselle’s diary is currently limited to six pages. Please allow me to share it with you several times.”

Klein retracted his gaze and nodded lightly:

“no problem.”

…

After Klein stated the law of conservation of Beyonder characteristics of similar sequences, he looked at the “Emperor” who had no emotional fluctuations, and sighed in his heart. He also knew such knowledge, what else did he not know?

He thought of the stories about the emperors of the Fourth Epoch in the diary just submitted by “The Hanged Man”, “Black Emperor”, “Blood Emperor”, “Ming Emperor” and “Night Emperor”. Is the code name related?

Klein has always suspected that the “Emperor” is very likely to be an Extraordinary of the “Arbiter” pathway mastered by the Ruen royal family Augustus, or an Extraordinary of the “Dark Emperor” pathway of the Solomon Empire in the Fourth Epoch.

The former may be bigger. After all, as an “emperor” from the top of Loen, there is no need to choose a path different from that of the royal family. When he was at the church, Klein had checked the relevant information and knew that the Sequence 9 of the “Dark Emperor” pathway was “Lawyer”, but this pathway seemed to be incomplete after the Fourth Epoch.

Compared with Rawls’ calmness, “Justice”, “The Hanged Man”, and “Sun” all chose to pay “The Fool” different rewards in exchange for relevant knowledge.

This disappointed Klein. After all, when he came to Backlund, his purpose was to take revenge, and to take revenge, he must improve his strength. The Secret Order is the only clue, but the one who has the most information about the Secret Order should be the “Emperor”.

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