The aroma of delicious food wafted through the guild restaurant at noon.
Klein, holding his plate, scanned today's menu—pan-fried cod with mashed potatoes, vegetable salad, and unlimited oat bread.
"It's much better than my own cooking…" He contentedly cut a piece of fish and put it into his mouth.
The food in the guild cafeteria wasn't particularly delicious, but just knowing one thing—it was free—was enough to make up for everything.
Klein ate his free lunch while pondering the task Charles had given him.
After all, if this mission was successfully completed, the potential profit could be over 200 pounds, such a high return rate made him have to be cautious.
'200 pounds, I might not even get 200 pounds if I searched for hundreds of cats.'
Yesterday, he carefully studied the information on the person named Emlyn White, found some suspicious points, and planned to visit Emlyn's residence this afternoon to check the situation.
If he still couldn't find any clues, he would only be able to try divination.
Searching for a person is searching, and searching for a cat is searching; there shouldn't be much difference.
"Only when you are full do you have the strength to work."
Just as he was considering whether to get another bowl of soup, a tall, thin man with round-rimmed glasses sat down opposite him.
Klein looked up; he knew the man in front of him, his name was Sean, and he was also a new detective in the guild.
Because they were both newcomers, they had chatted a few times and were quite familiar with each other.
"Sherlock, you're here." The man pushed his slipping glasses, "There's a case discussion meeting in a bit, Old John organized it, do you want to join?"
Old John, that senior detective?
Hearing this, Klein became interested and put down his fork.
Old John was one of the most senior detectives in the guild, and being able to participate in a discussion meeting he organized was indeed a good opportunity to integrate into the circle.
"What case?" he asked casually.
"A big case." Sean first looked around, then lowered his voice, "It's said to be a series of burglaries, the victims are all wealthy, the police are helpless and specifically invited us detectives to investigate."
"And…" The bespectacled man looked around again, then said mysteriously, "It's said that some supernatural phenomena have appeared…"
Supernatural?
Beyonder event!
Klein's pupils contracted imperceptibly.
This was exactly what he needed: an opportunity to both access the guild's inner circle and gather Beyonder intelligence.
"I'll be there on time." He picked up his plate and stood up, but after a moment of hesitation, he sat back down, choosing to finish the food on his plate first.
…
"Ah, new friends have arrived." Old John's hoarse voice carried a scrutinizing tone, "Find a seat, young man."
Klein found an empty seat and subtly observed everyone present.
There were a few well-known detectives from the guild, and a few unfamiliar faces, possibly from the police.
What was that?
Soon after sitting down, Klein inadvertently glanced at the mechanical clock on the wall, and he suddenly realized a problem: the Tarot Club was today.
Oh no! I forgot the time.
I was so preoccupied with the guild's matters that I forgot about the Tarot Club!
As the discussion began, the atmosphere in the conference room grew more and more heated, but Klein became more and more anxious.
He had to leave immediately, but leaving like this would be too suspicious...
"Sorry," Klein suddenly stood up with a pale face, the Clown's ability allowing him to perfectly simulate symptoms of food poisoning.
"Perhaps the fish for lunch wasn't very fresh…"
Old John frowned, but seeing Klein's pale face, he still waved his hand: "Hurry back."
Klein practically stumbled out of the conference room, regaining his normal pace once he turned the corner of the corridor.
After confirming no one was around, he slipped into the washroom, locked the cubicle door, and quickly set up a spiritual wall.
In the ancient palace above the Grey Mist, Justice Audrey's cheerful voice was the first to ring out: "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"
Then Hanged Man and little Sun also followed closely, greeting him.
Klein, high above the head of the bronze long table, nodded slightly to the members.
"Mr. Fool, this time I've collected five pages of Rosell's Diary."
Hanged Man Alger spoke first.
Mr. Hanged Man seems a bit excited, five pages of Rosell's Diary is indeed a lot… Audrey habitually observed the state of the Tarot Club members.
Five pages… Mr. Hanged Man's efficiency is very high this time, Klein was also slightly surprised.
"Very good."
Subsequently, five pages of Rosell's Diary were materialized before his eyes.
"December 16th, I re-established contact with that poor fellow trapped deep within the storm, lost in the Darkness.
"He calls himself 'Mr. Door' and tried to teach me a complex, difficult ritual to help him return to the real world, promising to grant my three requests.
"Does he think I'm a Fool? I've lived over sixty years across two lifetimes, and I can't see that this is a common trick of evil gods and Devils…"
Hmm… The information on this page of Rosell's Diary is quite substantial, Klein's breathing quickened slightly as he looked at the diary in front of him.
Mr. Door, that title gives one the feeling that his status is probably not low… I wonder what happened to this Mr. Door later, and whether Rosell agreed to his request.
A series of questions appeared in Klein's mind; this act of prying into secrets had a strange sense of satisfaction.
Would the following diary entries hold the answer?
Curiosity in hand, Klein turned to the second page of the diary.
This page was very short, with only two sentences.
Upon seeing the content, his anticipation instantly solidified:
"October 26th, Miss Solant made me feel young again.
October 28th, I know Duke Lotte is in the next room listening in, and frankly, it doesn't feel too bad."
This… well, Rosell is Rosell.
I shouldn't have held such high hopes for him.
Klein had to use all of his Clown abilities to maintain a mysterious expression.
He patiently continued reading.
"September 20th, the arrogant Sauron family finally became my defeated opponents.
Indeed, this is the destiny of a Transmigrator.
Not to mention, that little daughter of the Sauron family is really pretty.
As a victor, it's quite reasonable to enjoy the taste of the vanquished, isn't it?
What's more, she's a member of the royal family, that stubborn look in her eyes, truly interesting!"
"September 22nd, I feel like I've been too indulgent recently; I just overthrew the Sauron family and there's still so much to do, but I'm increasingly indulging in these matters.
But… I'm under a lot of pressure, okay? Those remnants of the old dynasty are still stirring, and there are so many piled-up government affairs.
How can I not relieve some pressure?
Besides, as a victor, what's wrong with enjoying myself?"
…
This! No, Great Emperor, what exactly did you do?!
Klein strongly resisted the urge to rub his forehead.
Great Emperor, did you overthrow the royal family just for this?!
Rosell's straightforward accounts of his romantic escapades made his eye twitch; it seemed that the Transmigrator senior, after overthrowing the Sauron dynasty, spent too much energy on "comforting" noblewomen from the former dynasty.
…
"Mr. Fool seems very satisfied with these diaries…" Alger observed the silent figure at the end of the long table, secretly speculating.
…
"Whose empty seat is this?"
During the discussion, a detective pointed at Klein's seat and asked.
"It seems to be Sherlock's."
"Where is he?"
"He went to the washroom."
"Strange, he's been gone for a long time; could it be that his stomach is bothering him?"