Chapter 154: Preparations Before Leaving

Chapter 154: Preparations Before Leaving

After thinking for a while, Klein, who already had a corresponding contingency plan, smoothly sorted out his thoughts and determined the several things he needed to do next.

Pa!

He flicked the letter paper with his right hand. Amid the rising crimson flames, he looked up toward Reinette Tinekerr across from him, preparing to pull a Loen gold coin from his pocket to pay the postage.

However, Miss Messenger had already left. Across from him, there was not a single “person.”

“She is not charging?”

Klein was first stunned. Then all kinds of associations arose. He suspected that Reinette Tinekerr, having become accustomed to collecting gold coins from non-contractors, had proactively asked for the delivery fee.

Perhaps Miss Messenger said nothing at all, simply staring at Leonard with four heads and eight eyes, waiting for him to pay a gold coin. But that fellow completely failed to understand and tried to forcibly end the summoning, tragically getting his neck snapped…

Klein hissed. Following that line of thought, he used the gold coin he had just taken out to perform a divination, obtaining the result that Leonard Mitchell was still living quite well.

He breathed out in relief, put away the gold coin, and called toward the door, “Richardson.”

The door to the half-open room silently swung backward. His personal valet Richardson quickly walked in and respectfully asked, “Sir, what may I do for you?”

“Please ask Mr. Butler to come here,” Klein instructed, while inwardly sighing that he had truly been corroded by a life of luxury. Even when looking for someone inside his own home, he would not take even half a step, instead going through his personal valet.

Mm, this is required for acting…

He silently told himself.

A few minutes later, Walter, wearing white gloves, came up to the third floor. His arms hung naturally by his sides, and he stood with standard posture diagonally in front of Dawn Dantes, waiting for his employer to speak.

Klein had already considered his wording. In an unhurried tone, he said, “Go to Councilman Macht’s home and tell him I have already prepared the initial funds.

“Also, prepare the carriage. I will go to the Charity Educational Assistance Fund this morning and return at noon.

“If Councilman Macht does not ask me to leave my afternoon free, then go to Dr. Allen Kress’s home and say that I will visit him this afternoon.”

Klein had already extracted 10,000 pounds in cash from above the gray fog and placed it inside a small suitcase, waiting for the right time to complete the preliminary work for that arms deal.

In order to disperse the smell of the gray fog from the bills, he had deliberately Teleported out to sea and, in passing, found food for Creeping Hunger. He did this out of fear that Amon, who knew of the gray fog’s existence, could “smell” that special scent within the same city, or use it to sense the location of the coveted treasure.

“Very well, sir.” Butler Walter did not ask where his employer had gathered the initial funds. In his impression, Dawn Dantes had hardly gone to the bank during this period.

Of course, that was not a particularly remarkable matter. Many wealthy people arriving in Backlund from elsewhere—especially from Desi Bay or the Midseashire—often prepared large amounts of cash in advance and placed them in suitcases.

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22 Phelps Street, headquarters of the Loen Charity Educational Assistance Fund.

Klein passed through the main entrance, entered the building, went up to the second floor, and found the reception room provided for the trustees.

—As an honorary trustee who only occasionally participated in certain matters, he had no office here. However, he could use the reception room.

He curled his right hand into a fist, pressed it to his mouth, and deliberately coughed twice. Then he stepped into the reception room and found a sofa to sit on.

After waiting for a while, he stood again and said to his personal…