Shameless! Rosell, this guy is truly shameless! His love letters were plagiarized, his novels were plagiarized, and even his chess game was copied exactly.
Klein stood before the display cases showcasing Emperor Rosell's various inventions and creations, feeling somewhat speechless as he looked at these so-called original items.
Today wasn't the weekend, but it was his rare day off. He no longer had to impersonate the influential Rustig to "recommend" stocks, so he finally had some time to himself.
Alas—although he no longer had to play the role of a wealthy businessman, the thought of the Society's financial plans and the situation he might face next made Klein feel a wave of pressure.
He sighed inwardly and refocused his attention on the exhibition before him.
He followed the flow of people and arrived at the section that recreated Emperor Rosell's study.
Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to an open, hardcover book on the desk. Tucked inside the book was a bookmark that looked quite ancient. The exposed part of the bookmark depicted some abstract, unformed images, like a child's random scribbles.
After silently mocking Rosell's mediocre drawing skills.
Klein suddenly recalled a page from rosell's diary he had once read. The diary mentioned that Rosell had disguised a "Blasphemy Slate" as an ordinary bookmark and tucked it into a certain book!
Could it be—this one?
His heart stirred, and he couldn't help but ask the nearby guide out of curiosity, "Madam, excuse me, are there any other books on the shelves with things tucked inside, like this one?"
To avoid seeming abrupt, he added, "For example—a private note from a noble lady to Emperor Rosell?"
This question immediately drew knowing laughter from many gentlemen around. At the same time, he received good news—
Throughout the entire exhibition hall, this was the only bookmark that needed verification.
An opportunity! This thought flashed through Klein's mind instantly.
After a brief thought, he quickly headed to the restroom. After confirming no one was around, he, as a Fool's Those who are attached, transmitted the scene and sound of needing help to Miss Justice, who was far away in Empress Borough.
After receiving a positive reply from Miss Justice, Klein breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left the restroom.
"Excuse me."
Because he was still contemplating his next move, he accidentally bumped shoulders with someone walking towards him at the corner.
"It's fine." The other person didn't seem to mind, replying casually.
Wait! That voice—it sounds familiar!
"It's you?!"
Klein subconsciously looked up, and the other person also happened to look over.
Both spoke in unison, their faces revealing unconcealed surprise.
Klein and Lorne met unexpectedly again.
Haunting—this was their shared sentiment.
Klein's gaze quickly swept over Lorne and the somewhat familiar lady beside him.
This is—the lady who prayed to me that day?!
He recognized her; she was the one who had prayed to him that day when he was fiercely fighting Leonard!
Strange, why would she be with Lorne Disenk? Could it be—she is his pen pal?!
So, are they—on a date now? He thought, evaluating Fors's carefully dressed attire.
To run into me, this is too much of a coincidence, isn't it?
"Detective Moriarty, I didn't expect to meet you here." Lorne was the first to react, a perfectly appropriate smile on his face as he took the initiative to greet him.
"I didn't expect it either, Mr. Deesink." Klein also immediately adjusted his expression, revealing a professional smile in return.
"And this is?" Fors looked at Klein curiously, her gaze scrutinizing.
"This is Detective Sherlock Moriarty," Lorne introduced.
Then he slightly tilted his head and added in a lowered voice, "He's the one Xio asked to find me earlier."
"Ah! You're that black-hearted detective!" Fors covered her mouth in surprise, subconsciously taking a step back.
This is the detective who illegally trespassed into someone's residence and also framed his employer—
"Uh—Madam, that was truly an accident." Klein's expression was a bit awkward; he had already noticed Lorne's mischievous humor.
"Could this be—" He looked at Lorne, asking with a hint in his voice.
"That's right, this is my pen pal." Lorne nodded.
"What a coincidence!" Klein's mouth twitched, then he quickly explained to Fors, "Madam, this really is a misunderstanding. I admit my behavior at the time was a bit excessive, but I absolutely had no intention of framing my employer. This was just a small Error that occurred during communication. Moreover, I have already been punished by the Guild—"
"Is that so—" Fors still seemed a bit unconvinced, but seeing Klein's sincere expression and the curious gazes of the people around, she still maintained basic etiquette, nodding slightly in a somewhat reserved but perfectly ladylike manner, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Detective Moriarty."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Madam."
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"I didn't expect Detective Moriarty to also be fond of Emperor Rosell," Lorne said with a touch of emotion.
"Uh—" Klein forced a smile, "Of course, Emperor Rosell is every man's dream."
He raised an eyebrow, deciding to take the offensive, and asked Lorne and Fors, "Are you two on a date?"
A date? Lorne was slightly taken aback. It seemed not long ago, a child had asked him the same question.
"This—a, a date—" Fors's cheeks immediately flushed, and she became flustered. Although she still had some doubts about Lorne in her heart, when faced with such a question, as a sensitive female Author, she would instinctively feel shy.
"Just out to visit an exhibition with a friend, it shouldn't—count as a date, right?" Lorne replied with a smile, glancing at Fors beside him, who was practically steaming.
"Isn't it a date when a man and a woman go out shopping alone?" Klein deliberately pressed.
"Is it?" Lorne asked.
"Isn't it?" Klein retorted.
"I think this lady also thinks so, right?" Klein threw the question to Fors.
"I—I think—it should—be considered so." Fors said shyly, her face completely red, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
"Lorne, don't you think so?" She slightly raised her head, looking at Lorne with an extremely serious gaze.
"I—" Lorne was momentarily speechless.
Klein watched the embarrassed pair with a smile in his eyes.
It seems Lorne's previous claim about Melissa was just a casual fabrication. He and this pen pal are the real couple.
Klein was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly thought of something.
Wait! What if he's a scumbag who's two-timing?!
Tsk—
On the other side, Lorne slightly narrowed his eyes. Although Klein's expression was normal, the fleeting smile in the corner of his eye was still caught by him.
This guy is doing it on purpose. He's retaliating for the "black-hearted detective" incident just now.
'Another strange person has arrived.' Not far away, Bernadette took in the situation. Because of Klein's sudden appearance, she abandoned her plan to approach Lorne now, instead appreciating the exhibits in the museum like a regular tourist, finding them incredibly nostalgic.
On the other side, Lorne, Fors, and Klein, the three of them, had unknowingly returned to the initial exhibition hall.
"Interesting! This toilet is really something!"
"I really want to take it home!"
Lorne immediately saw Plum Blossom 5, standing enthusiastically in front of the golden toilet display case.
This—
Lorne glanced at Klein beside him, his gaze questioning: Did you come together?
Klein shook his head, indicating that he was also completely bewildered. He hadn't expected his unconventional boss to suddenly appear here.
"Oh ~ it's you, Mr. Deesink, we meet again." Plum Blossom 5 also noticed Lorne, greeting him with a smile.
"Oh, I didn't expect Sherlock to be here too." He then looked at Klein beside Lorne.
"Sir, you—why are you here?" Klein asked hesitantly.
"How could I miss something as interesting as the Rosell Memorial Exhibition?" Plum Blossom 5 said as if it were the most natural thing.
"Look, the toilet in my room could be replaced with one like this!" He pointed to the golden toilet in the display case.
So—you like this flamboyant style—Klein gained a whole new understanding of his unpleasant boss's preferences.
Plum Blossom 5 didn't dwell too much on the toilet issue, but instead turned his gaze to Fors—beside Lorne, scrutinizing her with a full smile.
"Sir, what—what do you want?" Fors felt a chill run down her spine from his undisguised, aggressive gaze.
"Hmm—" Plum Blossom 5 stroked his chin, falling into thought.
Then, he looked at Lorne, revealing a mischievous smile.
"It's not the blonde lady from last time!"
"You've changed ladies again?"