franphil Chapter 141 Intis's Humor
Chapter 141 Intis's Humor
Chapter 141 Intis's Humor
Train, gangsters, assassination, credibility, escape.
Through divination... the detective quickly clarified his thoughts based on the information he had.
He still wanted to run, and he wanted to run as fast as possible.
Without much hesitation, Klein began raising money.
"I never imagined that I would one day be under the protection of a gang."
Mr. Fool sighed, lamenting the unpredictability of life. The trouble he caused by his contact with the mafia would ultimately have to be resolved by another mafia in Backlund.
Can't the officials of Run do something about these local gangs?
They've even dared to directly threaten the safety of the middle class!
Klein had no choice but to wait until that evening to attend an extraordinary gathering, and then use the resources he had to exchange for something to protect himself, and incidentally, some money to use.
As for Xia Er, he was very calm, no... more than calm.
He was even considering whether to discuss with Miss Justice the possibility of taking on both the mission of assassinating the master and protecting the fool himself.
Why doesn't he... why doesn't he take this opportunity to devour Mr. A whole?
Xia Er hesitated, wondering if eating it would really cause diarrhea.
He began to pray to the "Fool":
"The Fool who does not belong to this world, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds good fortune, I would like to ask you to tell Miss Justice that I have encountered some matters here and may be unable to get away. She can try to carry out the mission of assassinating Ambassador Intis first."
On the other side, Mr. Fool, who had rushed up above the gray fog, slapped his forehead.
He was right; Mr. "Angel's" efficiency was indeed hard to praise.
"This time he actually knew to send a message so that Miss 'Justice' could start making preparations."
Klein was also helpless. No wonder danger still occurred when he took the divination. It turned out that the problem was with Mr. Angel. He was clearly the most knowledgeable and seemingly the most capable person in the Tarot Club. He should have been the epitome of "reliability". Why did he keep failing halfway through?
Since this matter involved him, Klein immediately forwarded the video and audio of the prayer to Miss Justice.
As Audrey planned the banquet, a deep crimson glint flashed in her eyes as she pondered how to proceed and gather sufficient information.
"Mr. Angel has some things to take care of, and he wants me to prepare."
Audrey paused for a moment, then exclaimed, "Mr. Angel is really busy!"
"Since the angel trusts me so much, I should take action too."
Although it was a bit abrupt for the "angel" to say this midway through, Audrey Hall felt the "angel's" trust, and she was happy about this trust and recognition.
"When Mr. Angel says this, it means he truly trusts that I can do a good job."
Audrey couldn't help but smile, and in a very good mood, she decided to ask Fors and Hugh to find someone to assassinate Beckeron.
But she also realized a problem.
She was, after all, an ambassador, and assassinating her would certainly require a considerable amount of money. Even if she was Hall's daughter, it would still take at least a day or half a day to raise the funds.
"Since joining the Tarot Club, I feel like I'm never having enough money."
The blonde girl rarely felt this kind of financial hardship; she was now eager to "come of age" so she could receive her share of the "dowry" as soon as possible.
on Tuesday.
Chaer attended the ball hosted by Countess Wolf.
He held a glass of red wine, casually chatting with a "noble lady," while observing the atmosphere of the ball.
This was a bit impolite, so Xia Er looked him over while asking him some gossip, and got some results.
He saw diplomats from many countries, none of them women; whether it was Intis, Fennepot, or Fussack, the ambassadors were all men.
"The church's efforts over the years are still not enough. Although there have been some achievements in ensuring the financial security of both men and women after marriage, in politics, the number of women is still..."
Xia Er initially wanted to say very few, but after thinking about it, she realized it wasn't just few, it was almost none.
Even women of the aristocratic class could have influence, but they could not directly participate in politics.
He began to wonder why men from different worlds could have such a tacit understanding.
"This is a very conservative idea."
Although Hazel had no interest in politics, she still felt indignant when the topic of women's status came up.
"I also think this is wrong."
"Lenburg, Segal, and other small countries in the central part of the Northland can all have embassies in Backlund."
"Then the colonies of the Southern Continent, those even larger nations, even if they have lost some of their sovereignty, should be entitled to send ambassadors to establish embassies in Backlund. The Kingdom's current attitude is truly disappointing."
Chaer changed the subject, avoiding the issue of women's status.
Hazel was used to Chael's speaking style, and she nodded in agreement, saying, "I think you're right. Even colonies have dignity, and the kingdom should show them even more respect."
At this moment, Chael noticed that the dear Miss Justice was once again holding her favorite champagne and starting her "accidental" activity.
"Why are you looking at her like that?"
Hazel was somewhat dissatisfied; Audrey's more refined features made her feel a little uncomfortable.
"This is just a normal... choice."
"With so many people here, isn't it normal for me to choose the more attractive and interesting ones and focus my attention on them?"
"As a 'thief,' you should know very well what kind of 'gems' people covet."
As Xia Er spoke, he glanced warily at a large golden retriever crouching in the corner. "Isn't that a testament to its racial talent?"
Pets have a much stronger sense of perception than their owners.
"But she's just an ordinary person."
Hearing Chael praise Audrey made Hazel even more unhappy. Although she was inferior to Miss Hall in many ways, Audrey was an extraordinary one.
"I don't care about these things."
Xia Er's casual remark made Hai Rou'er so angry that she almost jumped up and bit him.
Meanwhile, Audrey had already made contact with Intis's Ambassador Beckeron.
This ambassador was quite bold. Although Audrey's status was extraordinary, he didn't feel inferior at all; on the contrary, he praised her enthusiastically.
"If it weren't for the prevailing atmosphere in Backlund, I would call you my angel."
Please don't misuse the term "angel," Audrey said, suppressing her disgust and maintaining an elegant smile.
A "listener" with exceptional hearing overheard their conversation. Suppressing a laugh, he imitated Hazel, mimicking Beckeron's winking gesture, and spoke in that Intis-esque tone:
"After a wonderful time with a beautiful girl, most Ruen men will say, 'I want a cigarette,' while Intis men will say...:"
Oh, honey, I have to go back now, I can't let my wife find out.
Heh... Hazel chuckled coldly, her eyes full of mockery.
"Actually, these men from Intis don't need to be in such a hurry to go back, because their wives certainly aren't in a hurry to go back."
"They might also need a women's cigarette to relax."
"I'll just shrug," said Xia Er.
Hazel couldn't help but laugh, then she straightened her face, glared at Shael, and then laughed again.