Chapter 52: Establishing Contact

Chapter 52: Establishing Contact

Qonas Kilgor, whose eyes were deep blue, nearly black, and whose hair was cropped shorter than was common among high-ranking figures, held a glass of champagne as he walked before Dwayne Dantès. Smiling slightly, he said,

“Your luck today was truly excellent, and you were filled with courage.”

If you’re talking about how I usually folded immediately after receiving a Bribe, preferring to lose the blind, that was not luck, but knowledge… As for the rest, after playing a card game with all of you, I almost used up the luck Winner Enuni had accumulated over the past few days… Klein lightly swirled the cup containing pale-gold liquid in his hand, then sighed and said with a smile,

“For someone who does not care about the result, naturally any play can be fearless.

“Heh. Praise the Goddess!”

This was his Loen-style reserved way of indicating that he had mainly come to lose money today, and that his luck being too good was the blessing of a deity, having nothing to do with himself.

Qonas had not lost much that evening—only one or two hundred pounds. Although that was already quite a lot compared to his official salary, for a major general, Deputy Director of MI9, and hidden demigod, salary was the most insignificant part of his income. Therefore, he did not care and smiled while shaking his head.

“Humans can never see through fate’s arrangements.

“You are an interesting person. It is a pleasure to know you.”

His final sentence was half praise and half courtesy, representing the end of the conversation.

However, Klein had “performed” for the entire night precisely to become acquainted with this demigod of the Black Emperor pathway. How could he possibly give up here? He first responded with “It is also my pleasure to know you,” then casually sought advice:

“Major General, do you know much about manors in the outskirts of Backlund? Preferably one with a stretch of woods suitable for hunting.”

According to intelligence Klein had obtained from Miss Justice, this major general and deputy director, Qonas Kilgor, perhaps because of his personality or perhaps because of the unique nature of his position, neither liked holding all kinds of banquets, balls, or salons at his own home, nor did he often accept invitations of that sort.

His hobbies were very simple. First, he liked smoking cigars, especially the “Chieftain Cigars” produced in East Balam’s Mikonte region, which were widely recognized as the best cigars in the world. Second, he liked playing cards, mainly Texas hold ’em. Third, he enjoyed hunting. In autumn and winter, he frequently traveled to the outskirts of Backlund, and even to places like Awwa County and East Chester County, to hunt.

Originally, Klein’s plan to purchase a manor had been purely to spend money in order to blend into high society. He had not considered matters in this regard. After encountering Qonas Kilgor today, he temporarily added a corresponding requirement, hoping to pique the other party’s interest. Perhaps, when the time came, he could invite this Deputy Director of MI9 to hunt together in the outskirts, enjoy a pleasant weekend, and look for an opportunity to act.

Qonas Kilgor took a sip of champagne and thought for a moment.

“I will keep an eye out for you. If there is a suitable option, I will send someone to—where was it? Böklund Street, yes? I will have someone go there and inform you.”

“Thank you very much,” Klein responded sincerely.

At the same time, in his heart, he pitied Richardson, the former personal valet who had only just become the butler’s assistant. This young man, who longed to climb upward, had recently been leaving early and returning late to gather information about Backlund’s suburban manors for his employer. He was investigating which ones met the requirements and which owners had any intention to sell, personally inspecting them one by one so that every final option he submitted would have no problems. He could not allow his…