MM Racing Interlude of Chapter 167
Interlude of Chapter 167
Interlude of Chapter 167
Above the gray fog, inside an ancient and magnificent palace.
Another tarot session quietly began.
Klein, the "Fool," sitting at the head of the table, couldn't help but twitch slightly as he looked at the few pages of Roselle's diary respectfully presented by Alger, the "Hanged Man."
The princess of the Soren family is quite a sight; her crimson hair is like fire. It's just that her personality is too fiery. But I like the Great Emperor. You really are something else. Taking power from someone else wasn't enough; you even took their princess!
Klein mentally ranted, forcibly pulling his gaze away from the unrestrained words.
He recovered from that indescribable awkwardness and felt a sense of speechlessness. The recently handed-in Russell's diary by the "Hanged Man"...
The useful parts are becoming increasingly scarce; most of it consists of Russell's romantic escapades.
To be honest, if Klein didn't know that the members of the Tarot Club couldn't read Chinese, he would have suspected that these guys were deliberately "offering" these things to make fun of him.
"Well, Rosell isn't exactly a serious guy anyway, so it's normal for him to keep a lot of diary entries about this kind of thing."
Klein offered himself a word of comfort. He glanced discreetly at Alger, the "Hanged Man," across the long table, and noticed that, from his perspective, the emotional aspect of Alger's spirit was unusually bright.
It seems Mr. Hanged Man is in a good mood lately. Has something good happened to him?
Also, he seemed a bit strange. Klein pondered for a few seconds and chose to suppress the thought for the time being.
Afterwards, the members of the Tarot Club had some routine conversations.
As the meeting drew to a close, Audrey "Justice's" clear and melodious voice rang out. She looked at "The World" and made a request: "Mr. 'The World,' I would like to have a private conversation with you."
Klein nodded, and then "The Fool" used gray mist to isolate the other members' senses.
"Mr. 'World,' I'm very sorry." Audrey "Justice" spoke first, her tone tinged with apology. "Regarding the Mr. Lorne Disenke that you asked me to investigate, I haven't yet found his whereabouts."
"However," she changed the subject, "I found out some of his background information through some family channels."
To be honest, Audrey was quite surprised when she received the information. She never expected that the target of Mr. World's investigation would hold shares in her personal fund. However, it was precisely because of this that she was able to find this inside information so quickly.
Klein, controlling the "world," hummed in a hoarse voice.
Then, he watched as Miss "Justice" "manifested" the information in her mind, turning it into a stack of real papers that appeared in "The World's" hands.
He picked up the documents and quickly browsed through them.
[Lorne Disenker was born into a wealthy merchant family—his mother died young in an accident, and his father fell ill and died after his business failed and investments went bankrupt. He inherited a portion of the shares in a military factory.]
Klein thought to himself, "That's pretty pathetic."
"Miss Justice, I am very satisfied with this information."
"World" spoke in a hoarse voice: "If you can find any more information about him, please let me know."
"Of course, Mr. World." Audrey gave a graceful bow.
After the Tarot session ended, Alger's consciousness returned from the illusion to reality.
He sat in his own simple safe house, his expression excited.
There's been some progress regarding the £10,000 bounty. According to his agreement with Danitz, he should earn at least several thousand pounds in net profit from this trip!
With this money, he will have the potion recipe and main ingredients he needs for his next stage of advancement!
The thought of this instantly dispelled all the frustration and anger he had felt from being rebuked by the Lord and indirectly ostracized by the Storm Church.
With enough strength and money, status will come sooner or later.
That evening, following the lead he had obtained from the bar owner, he arrived at another, more secluded and heavily guarded bar called "Fragrant Leaf Bar."
They successfully met the person in charge here, who was also one of the middlemen for this bounty mission—"Mightyman" Ozil.
He led Alger into a quiet private room.
"About that bounty," Ozil said, getting straight to the point.
"The person who posted the bounty will send someone to meet with you."
"Let's meet." Alger's smile faded slightly.
To be honest, if he could, he would prefer to simply use a middleman to conduct the transaction, even if it meant paying a higher commission. After all, someone who could offer a 10,000-pound bounty was definitely not a simple character, and he didn't want to have too much contact with them to avoid getting into trouble.
Seeing Alger's hesitation, Ozil paused and said, "However, they have agreed to the bounty. But after all—you brought a corpse, not a living person. So, you and they need to discuss the bounty amount privately."
"After all, this is a large sum of money, not a small amount. They also want to take this opportunity to ask about some details. What are your thoughts?"
"Um.-.
Upon hearing this, a glint of insight flashed in Alger's eyes. He didn't refuse; at least when it came to money, this approach was actually better.
Discuss it with their people? He sneered inwardly. This meant there was considerable room for maneuver.
Danitz knew that users would receive a discount when exchanging bounties, but the exact amount of that discount was unknown. By negotiating with them, he meant that he had the power to determine the nature of that unknown.
If used properly, he could not only get his share, but he might also get a huge sum of money from Danitz.
Even though Danitz sensed something was wrong and found the middleman, he couldn't get any information out of him.
"Don't worry about safety. You should have heard of my reputation in this industry," Ozil added.
"I understand." He nodded.
"Very good." Ozil seemed quite pleased with his compliance. He pulled a thick envelope from his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.
"Here is £1,500 in cash, as an advance payment," Ozil said.
"Now, please bring the target's body to the location we designate within the specified time."
Alger picked up the heavy envelope, opened it in front of Ozil, and quickly counted the banknotes inside with practiced ease.
After confirming the number was correct, he put the envelope in his pocket, stood up, and gave a friendly smile.
"Of course. I'll go right away."