Chapter 167 Interlude
Above the Grey Mist, in the ancient and magnificent palace.
Another Tarot Club meeting was quietly held.
Klein, the Fool, seated at the head of the table, looked at the few pages of rosell's diary respectfully presented by Alger, the Hanged Man, and his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
"The Sauron Family's princess tastes really good. Her fiery red hair is like a blaze. Her personality is a bit too fierce, but I like it... Great Emperor, you really... taking their regime wasn't enough, you even took their princess..."
Klein frantically complained in his heart, forcing his gaze away from those unrestrained words.
He snapped out of that indescribable embarrassment, feeling a touch of speechlessness. Recently, the rosell's diary submitted by the Hanged Man had fewer and fewer useful parts, mostly Rosell's romantic escapades.
To be honest, if he wasn't clearly aware that the Tarot Club members couldn't understand Chinese, Klein would have suspected that these guys were deliberately "offering" these things to tease him.
"Forget it, Rosell was never very proper to begin with. It's normal for him to write more entries about this kind of thing," Klein comforted himself in his heart.
He then subtly glanced at Alger, the Hanged Man, across the long table, noticing that from his perspective, the emotional part of the other party's spiritual body was unusually vibrant.
"It seems Mr. Hanged Man is in a very good mood recently. Did something good happen to him?"
"Also, he feels a bit strange..." Klein pondered for a few seconds, choosing to temporarily suppress this thought.
Subsequently, the members of the Tarot Club engaged in some routine exchanges.
As the meeting neared its end, Audrey, Justice, spoke in her clear and pleasant voice. She looked at the World and made a request: "Mr. World, I hope to have a private conversation with you."
Klein nodded, and then the Fool used the Grey Mist to isolate the perceptions of the other members.
"Mr. World, I'm very sorry," Audrey, Justice, began first, with a hint of apology in her tone. "Regarding the Mr. Lorne. De Senck whom you entrusted me to investigate, I haven't yet found his specific whereabouts."
"However," she changed the subject, "I've found some of his background information through some family channels."
To be honest, when Audrey received this information, she herself was startled. She had no idea that the target Mr. World had entrusted her to investigate actually held some shares in her personal fund. However, it was precisely because of this reason that she was able to find this internal information so quickly.
Klein, controlling the World, let out a hoarse "Hmm."
Then, he watched as Miss Justice "materialized" the information in her mind, turning it into a stack of real papers that appeared in the World's hand.
He picked up the material and quickly scanned it.
[Lorne. De Senck, born into a wealthy merchant family—Mother died young in an accident, Father fell ill and passed away after his business failed and investments went bankrupt... inherited some shares in a munitions factory...]
"Quite tragic," Klein commented in his heart.
"Miss Justice, I am very satisfied with this information."
The World spoke in a hoarse voice: "If you can find more information about him, please let me know at any time."
"Of course, Mr. World." Audrey bowed gracefully.
After the Tarot Club meeting ended, Alger's consciousness returned from the illusory to reality.
He sat in his own simple safe house, his expression excited.
There was already a clue regarding the ten thousand pound bounty. According to his agreement with Danitz, he would have at least several thousand pounds of net income from this trip!
With this money, the potion formula and main materials needed for his next stage of advancement would all be secured!
As soon as he thought of this, all the frustration and anger he had felt earlier due to being reprimanded by the bishop and implicitly ostracized by the Storm Church instantly vanished.
As long as he had enough strength and money, status would come sooner or later.
That evening, he followed the channel he had previously obtained from the tavern owner and arrived at another, more secret and more heavily guarded "Fragrant Leaf Bar."
He successfully met the person in charge there, who was also one of the intermediaries for this bounty mission—Ozil, the Hercules.
Ozil invited Alger into a quiet private room.
"Regarding that bounty," Ozil said, getting straight to the point.
"The person who posted the bounty will send his subordinates to meet with you."
"Meet with me." Alger's smile slightly faded.
To be honest, if he could, he would have preferred to simply conduct this transaction through an intermediary, even if it meant paying a higher handling fee. After all, someone who could offer a ten thousand pound bounty was certainly not a simple character, and he didn't want too much contact to avoid trouble.
Ozil saw Alger's hesitation, paused, and said, "However, they have already agreed on the bounty amount. But after all, you brought a corpse, not a living person. So, the exact amount of the bounty will need to be discussed privately between you and them."
"After all, this is a large sum of money, not a small amount. They also want to take the opportunity to ask for some more details. What do you think?"
"Hmm..."
Hearing this, a glint flashed in Alger's eyes. He didn't refuse; at least regarding the money, this arrangement would actually be better.
"Discuss with their people?" He sneered in his heart. This meant there was a lot of room for manipulation.
Danitz also knew that bounties would have a discount, but the exact amount of this discount was unknown. Negotiating with them himself meant that the right to interpret this unknown was in his hands.
If used properly, he could not only get his share but also perhaps extract a large sum of money from Danitz.
Even if Danitz noticed something was wrong and went to the intermediary, he wouldn't be able to find out anything.
"Don't worry, you don't need to be concerned about safety. You should have heard of my reputation in this line of work," Ozil added.
"I understand." He nodded.
"Very good." Ozil seemed pleased with his understanding. He pulled a thick envelope from his Pregnant and placed it on the table, pushing it over.
"Inside is fifteen hundred pounds in cash, which is an advance payment," Ozil said.
"Now, please immediately bring the target's body to our designated location within the specified time."
Alger picked up the heavy envelope, opened it in front of Ozil, and quickly counted the banknotes inside with practiced hands.
After confirming the amount was correct, he tucked the envelope into his Pregnant, stood up, and showed a cooperative smile.
"Of course. I'll go right away."