bookbashuk Chapter 133 The Womanizing Sherlock
Chapter 133 The Womanizing Sherlock
A few days ago
Backlund...
In the guild's meeting room, Klein once again met with the organization's high-ranking member, Club 5.
"Sherlock, do you know that our organization spent a full 20000 pounds to get rid of the trouble you caused?"
"Given your circumstances, you'll have to serve us for at least 20 years."
"20 years!" Klein exclaimed.
Please, a full 20 years! How many years is my life?
"It can't be that expensive..." Klein hesitated.
An ambassador, is he really that valuable...?
"Why not?" Clubs 5 raised an eyebrow. "To prevent future troubles, we need to get rid of that ambassador completely."
"Besides, you know that guy is the head of a spy organization; the chain reaction caused by killing him would be incalculable..."
"It costs money to quell the unrest..." said Club 5 with a light laugh.
"Gulp." Klein swallowed hard. To be honest, he couldn't find fault with the statement about the 5 of Clubs.
£20,000, 20 years... Can money buy a release from bondage?
Miss Justice shouldn't be short of money. If Mr. Fool borrows it, he should be able to, but Mr. Fool's high-class image... no, freedom is more important! He can just say that a follower urgently needs money.
"How's your 'Clown' potion digesting?" asked the Five of Clubs.
After a moment of contemplation, Klein sighed, "It's already digested." Having gone through so much and been so "fooled" by fate, he could still face it with a smile. The potion should have been digested long ago.
"Very good." Club 5 nodded in satisfaction, then took out a glass bottle containing a strange liquid from his pocket.
Klein stared intently and found that the liquid was quite peculiar, with colors such as red, orange, yellow, and green constantly dissipating and then coalescing, just like fireworks.
"Take it."
"This is?"
"The potion of the 'Magician' pathway, Sequence 7 of the 'Diviner' path."
"Huh?" Klein looked up. "You just gave it to me directly..."
"Of course." Club 5 raised its head. "We've always been very generous to our own people."
"Considering you've already signed the application form for selling yourself... cough cough... consider this a reward for your newcomer status."
"Newcomer rewards, it feels like a game..." Klein thought to himself.
"Come on, drink it." Club 5 pushed the potion forward.
"Now...?" Klein hesitated, looking at the potion in front of him.
His spiritual intuition told him that there was nothing wrong with the potion, but...
He didn't know if this was a reward for newcomers or just a tool to win people over, but he felt that once he drank the potion, there was no turning back.
It doesn't really matter now...
"Hmm~" Clubs 5 smiled, "Come on, come on, don't be shy."
"What's there to be afraid of when it comes to something as wonderful as drinking a magic potion?"
"Can I have my fortune told?" Klein asked abruptly.
"Uh..." Clubs 5's smile froze, and he scratched his head.
"A reasonable request." He stood up and walked towards the door. "You handle it yourself; I'll wait for you outside."
Um... is it really necessary to say that? This boss has a really bad personality.
"well……"
Looking at the potion before him, Klein sighed.
……
"Are you going to stay at my house?" Klein, now a magician, asked the two people in front of him in a low voice.
"There's nothing we can do, we just have to follow the orders from above. Besides, you're not losing out, are you?" The silver-haired woman named Irene said lazily as she lay on the sofa in Klein's house.
"Yeah, it's like we want to live in your little house." This echo came from a girl named Farsa who wore small round glasses.
She had black curly hair, wore a dark red mage outfit, and a wizard's hat, making her look quite mystical.
She looks a bit too young... she doesn't even look as old as Melissa.
……
"Considering that you might encounter some misfortune recently, I've already sent people to protect you. Be prepared!"
The words of Plum Blossom 5, tinged with laughter, lingered in my ears.
Damn it, these two don't look like qualified bodyguards at all! And why do I have to live with two ladies? What if word gets out...?
Mrs. Summer, my landlady, will kill me...
Sherlock already had rumors of stomach problems, and he didn't want to be labeled a womanizer as well.
"Alright, we should go choose our rooms now." Irene stretched and stood up.
"Great, I want to live upstairs."
"Hey, ladies, you're all too..."
Before Klein could finish speaking, Irene interrupted him:
"What? You don't mean you want me to live in your bedroom?"
"No, of course not! Madam, what I mean is..."
"Sure~" Irene smiled lightly.
"what!"
"You two, don't make any strange noises tonight." Farsa, carrying her suitcase, had already gone upstairs.
"Then I'll go see where your room is?" Irene said with a smile and left.
What is all this nonsense?!
My fate shouldn't be like this... Klein slumped into his chair, somewhat devastated.
But... there's a secret organization, beautiful teammates, and the Gray Fog cheat.
Why does this seem like a normal time traveler?
……
"How's the matter with Ambassador Intis going?" The Five of Clubs looked at Charles in front of him.
"It'll be done in no time..."
"I have made detailed arrangements," Charles replied.
"What about the cleanup?"
"Don't worry," Charles said confidently. "The Aurora Society will take responsibility for this afterwards."
"Those idiots in the church will only think it's the Aurora Society and Intis spies fighting amongst themselves; they won't trace it back to us."
"Great." Club 5 nodded in satisfaction.
As long as the task can be completed, no one will question the outsourcing.
"Charles, why don't you come to the Secret Service? You're so good... outstanding, someone like you should be on the front lines."
Charles gave an awkward but polite smile.
"Thank you for your appreciation, but I have been in the rear for too long."
"I think there's plenty of room for maneuver here."
After Charles left, the Five of Clubs rubbed her eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips:
"Let's play a little longer."
……
the next day……
"Is it all done?" Charles asked, looking at the apostles of desire emerging from the broken window of the Intis Embassy.
"It's resolved." The Apostle of Desire dusted himself off.
"The ambassador was busy having a heart-to-heart talk with a noble lady... and I directly ignited his desire."
"Nobles..." Charles frowned slightly, but didn't react much.
"However, his flames almost set the room on fire..." He pointed to the burns on his forehead.
"The compensation has been agreed upon." Charles sensed the hidden meaning in his words. "And guess why no one is going to support that ambassador?"
"The materials I need..."
"Don't worry, I'll help you find it."
……
"Your cooking is pretty good," Irene praised as she tasted Klein's stewed lamb.
"Unfortunately, Farsa went to the guild."
"Sigh... why do I have to cook?" Klein wasn't particularly happy to hear the praise; instead, he complained.
"Providing food and lodging for bodyguards is perfectly reasonable!"
"Of course, I can also pay for food expenses~" Irene said with a charming and pitiful expression.
"No need!" Klein turned his head away.
"Honestly, it's not gentlemanly to talk to a lady like that." With that, Irene smirked and suddenly grabbed Klein's hand, then shifted her body and leaned forward.
The two figures slowly overlapped under the light.
"Knock knock knock!"
There was a knock on the door.
"Huff, I'll go open the door."
Klein rushed to the door as if he had met a savior.
"Oh, it's Inspector Fassin!"