Chapter 41: Cooperation

Chapter 41: Cooperation

By the time he left 47 Blackhorn Street, Klein had already figured out Winter’s basic situation.

He had changed his appearance, disguised himself as a police officer, and obtained the information from nearby neighbors.

“Simim Island, the farthest island in the Rorsted Archipelago. From Bayam, I would need to take a passenger ship, and the trip would take four to five hours. There are only two ships each day, at nine and ten in the morning, and I have already missed both today… Winter’s parents passed away long ago, and he had no real relatives. The only person involved is a girl he could not forget, Renee. She is the best possible target for a first real impersonation and suits a novice like me very well. But when I think about having to confess Winter’s feelings on his behalf, it is still embarrassing from the bottom of my heart… If that girl agrees… Damn, how am I supposed to end it?” Klein thought with a troubled expression.

He worked hard to recall the novels he had read and the shows and films he had watched, hoping to find the most perfect way to handle the matter.

Very soon, he had a rough idea. His mood settled, and his thoughts began turning toward the matter of Steel Maviti.

“I hope Miss Magician can obtain the wireless telegraph receiver as soon as possible…” Klein sighed soundlessly and boarded a hired carriage.

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Backlund, Cherwood Borough.

Fors opened the letter Xio had brought back.

It came from Avelle, the science-fiction novelist. In the letter, he wrote with great enthusiasm to Miss Wall about the developmental history and application prospects of wireless telegraphy.

Fors skipped the beginning and middle directly, sweeping her gaze toward the end.

“He introduced three models, with detailed addresses and approximate prices. Even the most expensive is only twelve pounds.” Fors nodded lightly, feeling that this was not a very important transaction.

She suddenly felt that she had become somewhat inflated. Perhaps it was because she had grown used to seeing transactions worth hundreds or thousands of pounds at the Tarot Club, but she now found it difficult to take an item worth only around ten pounds seriously.

Mr. World has resources and money. In the future, I may have to buy items from him or sell him things I no longer need. Mm, I will add only the cost of postage, carriage fares back and forth, and ritual-material losses to the original price… Fors quickly made her decision. Her gaze unconsciously drifted out the window.

Backlund remained gloomy and dark, with fine rain falling steadily. Only the fog was no longer as dense as before.

“I wonder when The Sun’s Spirit Eater stomach pouch will arrive…” Fors felt she could hardly wait to advance.

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City of Silver, the Berg residence.

Derrick had already prepared the Spirit Eater’s stomach pouch and the materials Mr. Hanged Man had specified, but he did not rush to sacrifice them to Mr. Fool.

He planned to wait a while longer, only making the attempt once the Chief led the exploration team out, or presided over certain rituals.

“That is the safest and most stable approach… Mm, prudent and careful!” Derrick reminded himself, then opened the Hand-Copied Collection of the Black Rock Book of the Giant King’s Court before him.

During the recent period, he had been reading this ancient book, glimpsing a small part of the Giant King’s Court from the ancient age.

According to the records, it was the divine royal court!

There, time seemed to have frozen, forever remaining at dusk. All the buildings were incomparably majestic and grand, even rising into the clouds.

When humans walked among them, they were exceedingly small, and would naturally feel reverence toward such a scene and the master of that scene.

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Backlund, Hillston Borough, at Wimandy’s home.

After listening to the lecture, Emlyn White used his hand like a comb to tidy his hair and deliberately asked, “Lord Baron, I forgot where I heard this, but in the…