Chapter 248: Keywords and the Banquet

"Going to Backlund?" Klein was slightly stunned.

"Rest assured, if there are any problems, you can tell me," Chumen said, lightly pointing out, "The funding is plentiful."

"Oh, right, there is one more task: pay attention to the following keywords," Chumen's expression did not change at all as he calmly pointed out a few words, "'Fool', 'Error', and 'Grey Fog'."

Klein's heartbeat seemed to stop; he forcibly controlled his expression to avoid revealing any flaws and looked at Chumen in confusion.

"What do these words mean?" Leonard's voice sounded like heavenly music to Klein's ears.

At this moment, Klein's attention seemed to condense into a beam, focusing on every movement of Chumen and every word he was about to say.

"About a month ago, the Abraham Family, the Antigonus Family, the Secret Order, and other world-renowned families and hidden organizations all received the same task."

Chumen gave someone a hint, "We must also have some preparations regarding this."

"Yes!" Klein nodded with a solemn expression.

In reality, the little person inside his heart was already hiding in a corner, not daring to speak.

When did I provoke such families?!

After hearing the two keywords "Fool" and "Grey Fog," Klein no longer held any illusions; this was definitely aimed at him.

Klein thought frantically; other than the fact that he did indeed have a tiny connection with the Antigonus Family and the Secret Order, what the hell 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 above the Grey Fog.

"You only need to pay attention; if there are any clues, you can inform me, and I will judge them." Chumen glanced at Klein, regretting that he did not see Klein ask further questions.

"Yes!" Leonard nodded with a serious expression, and Klein could only hurriedly express his agreement.

"The only good news is probably that I am also in the team investigating the 'Fool'!" Klein could only console himself by complaining like this.

This way, at the very least, he could obtain information regarding the "Fool" at the first opportunity.

"It's a good thing I warned the attendees at the gathering before." After some calculation, Klein felt the advantage was with him; after all, no one should be able to detect anything above the Grey Fog.

"Klein, for a relatively long period of time, you will likely stay in Backlund; you can also move your whole family to Backlund."

"Settling your family well is also the responsibility of the Church."

"I will seriously consider it!" Klein's expression turned stern, and he nodded solemnly.

"Now, it is a matter of compensation." Chumen revealed a wealthy smile.

Looking at this smile, Klein subconsciously thought of himself after becoming a Nighthawk and learning that his weekly salary had doubled.

"Currently, your weekly salary as Nighthawks is about 10 pounds; after doubling, it is 20 pounds. Now, I will double it for you again."

Hiss! Not only Klein, but even Leonard gasped.

A weekly salary of 40 pounds; this could not be considered a tycoon in Backlund, but it was definitely a high-income bracket.

Klein and Leonard both walked out of the Prayer Room with dazed expressions; it was obvious that neither of them had refused this hidden mission.

"We need to prepare." Leonard said.

Hmm... Klein nodded; his most important problem now was how to persuade his brother and sister to go to Backlund?

Chumen was casually flipping through the intelligence sent by the Evernight Church and the Dream Sect in the Prayer Room.

"I allow you to ascend to godhood, and I won't interfere with your struggles, but all of you, take it easy."

Tingen was ultimately too small, serving only as a "newbie village" for Klein to have a slight buffer; but stepping into Backlund, those undercurrents beneath the peace should begin to manifest.

Woo!

The sound of a steam whistle echoed in the station, like a giant Monster Steam Train slowly coming to a halt.

Klein and Leonard each carried a large leather suitcase and arrived in Backlund, the City of Cities, which was also the only city in the world comparable to the Solomon Imperial Capital.

"Klein, where were we going again?" Leonard looked at the bustling crowd, his expression somewhat ugly; the air here was too terrible.

"68 and 69 Minsk Street, Qiaowude District, two detached villas; those are our residences."

"Also, please call me Sherlock Moriarty. Mr. Byron Lee."

"Oh!" The poet classmate pulled his suitcase and walked behind Klein, arriving at the residence before dark.

"When will you open for business?" Leonard asked Klein when they parted ways.

Klein had chosen a job with sufficient freedom: a detective.

And when asked, Leonard seemed to have given up thinking, directly choosing to become the assistant to the great detective.

"In a couple of days; we still need to familiarize ourselves with Backlund, and we need to spread the name of our detective agency."

Klein looked at Leonard with a strange expression; previously in the Nighthawk squad, there was a Captain to arrange work, but now it was the two of them acting, with no definite arrangements.

"I always feel like I've become the poet classmate's external brain..." Klein complained, entering his own detached villa.

The environment here was excellent; the furniture, daily necessities, and so on in the detached villa were all fully equipped.

"I have to say, Bishop Chumen is truly rich!" These two small villas were even specially sponsored by Bishop Chumen.

"Oh, right, we still need to go 'report'!"

Klein suddenly remembered this matter, simply tidied up his luggage, and went out to call Leonard to go together to the address given by Bishop Chumen.

That was a large manor outside the city area.

Compared to this large manor, their two detached villas were shabby.

"You've arrived? Please sit." Chumen poured a cup of black tea for Klein and Leonard.

"Remember the address here; if there is anything, you can come here to find me."

"Now... just in time, I will take you to experience an aristocratic banquet."

Chumen waved his hand, and valets entered with formal wear to have Klein and Leonard change into them.

The two were caught off guard and dressed up in aristocratic fashion; both had good appearances and became even more charming under the care of professional makeup artists.

"I tell you, this banquet is hosted by Duke Negan, and those who come are the true nobles of Backlund."

"With your two appearances, if you latch onto an aristocratic young lady, you won't have to worry for the rest of your lives." Chumen teased.

Klein and Leonard both looked at their unfamiliar selves in the Mirror, their expressions slightly showing Distortion.

Chumen was naturally dressed in a black clerical robe; he hand-wrote a transfer order, promoting himself to the position of Archbishop of Backlund.

"Let's go!" Klein and Leonard saw once again what was meant by the prestige of a noble.

A spacious and exquisite carriage, more than two dozen personal servants and security guards...

And their destination was the residence of Duke Negan located in the Backlund Queen District, where a grand ball was being held.