chsdbacks Chapter 140 The God of Poverty's Meal
Chapter 140 The God of Poverty's Meal
Chapter 140 The God of Poverty's Meal
"Special services?"
The receptionist looked at Detective Charlotte Moriarty.
She almost had a professional lapse, but she quickly recovered in the end.
"You mean more professional security services?"
The receptionist smiled.
She knew that some wealthy people had special needs for hiring bodyguards, and she had also been fortunate enough to learn about some mysterious things.
But the detective in front of her looked refined and gentle, not like someone involved in the mysterious world, and he didn't seem particularly wealthy or have the extra money to enjoy premium services. This made her momentarily forget what she was talking about and almost misunderstood something.
"That's right, they're more professional, the kind that's stronger than ordinary bodyguards."
Klein wasn't sure if his description was accurate. At this moment, he missed Blackthorn Security Company. Why didn't Backlund have such a professional security company? Or was it that he hadn't looked in the right place or didn't have the relevant channels?
Please come with me.
The receptionist's tone changed completely; this detective is truly a master of deception.
She was completely fooled and almost thought he was just an ordinary detective.
Really?
Klein was also surprised, but he still followed and went into a room for internal transactions.
After the receptionist brought the person in, she closed the door and left. In the dim light, there was a sense of oppression. Klein couldn't see the target's exact appearance, but he could barely confirm that it was a man. Everything else was hidden in the shadows and difficult to see clearly.
"State your needs."
"This is what the man in the shadows asked."
"I need a bodyguard."
"Those bodyguards who are beyond ordinary people and possess certain supernatural powers."
Klein answered with a focused expression.
"Your request is normal."
The man in the shadows toyed with the dagger in his hand and spoke.
He had clearly witnessed many strange and special requirements that could not be discussed with outsiders.
Is there a chance?
Klein's heart skipped a beat; this gang didn't seem so simple after all.
Let me give you a brief description.
"No one needs bodyguards for no reason. We also need to verify some basic information before we can confirm whether we have the capability to take on this task."
"I'm just casually toying with the shadow dagger in my hand," said Xia Er.
Of course he knew.
This business originally belonged to Miss Sharon, but after many twists and turns, it ended up in her hands.
"I've offended a big shot."
"There may be a country supporting him."
Klein was somewhat embarrassed as he said these things.
When he said these things at the Brave Ones Bar, it scared Marich, who was in Sequence 6, so much that his face turned pale and he suspected that the other party was deliberately trying to cause trouble.
The statement that "the fact that you're alive and coming here to hire bodyguards means you have a country backing you" isn't entirely true.
The other party is probably an official, but not someone of that high rank.
"MI9? Or high-ranking officials from other government departments?"
"I'm playing the role of a proper 'craftsman'," Xia Er asked.
So calm?
Klein was also somewhat surprised; wasn't this attitude a bit arrogant?
Could it be that the people behind this "gang" aren't from Ruen either?
"It's not MI9."
Klein could only reveal this much information.
He didn't really want to reveal his identity, but hiring bodyguards always required him to show up in person. The reason he was acting so aggressively was largely due to Master Intis, who was so domineering in Backlund that he left no way out.
"It seems there's some trouble."
"We can take on this task, but how much compensation can you offer?"
Xiaer doubted whether the Fool had enough money to pay for this commission.
Although I haven't paid special attention, shouldn't a fool have too much money?
"I can offer special compensation, or a certain amount of gold medals."
Klein considered his own resources, gritted his teeth, and decided to gamble everything for his own safety.
"As for the price, if there are no dangers encountered during the employment period, it starts at 500."
"If you encounter danger, depending on the situation, if you can't come up with £1000, I can also provide you with cheaper services, such as... a boat or train ticket to leave Backlund, or a set of forged identity documents."
Xia Er chuckled softly.
He felt somewhat apologetic, after all, he had emptied Mr. Fool's coffers and committed a small sin.
Klein hesitated. Why hadn't he thought of this before? He could leave Backlund first and wait until "Angel" completed his commission, or until the other members of the Tarot Society completed the assassination master's commission, before returning. This would save money and be safer.
Thinking about it this way, Klein's eyes unconsciously changed. Instead of spending a lot of money to hire bodyguards, why not go out and avoid the limelight?
"We can provide a full range of services to safely escort you out of Backlund."
"If you pay more, we can escort you for a longer period of time and safely take you somewhere."
Xia Er wasn't as wicked as the other transmigrators.
He didn't intend to swindle all of Klein's money; in fact, he tried to help him save some.
"May I think about it?"
Klein was tempted, but to prevent being double-crossed, he decided to take over.
"casual."
Xia Er said indifferently.
If he offended other extraordinary beings, Klein might actually be able to escape, but the Hunter is a Sequence 5 of the Diviner pathway, and Klein doesn't know how to hide his occult traces. Running away won't solve the problem; he can only try to find an opportunity. What if this Mystic Master is too lazy to chase him that far?
Even just taking the train a day early can create a significant distance.
"If I wish to leave Backlund temporarily, I would appreciate your escort. How much would that cost?"
Klein decided to ask about the price first.
"At least 300 pounds."
Chael quoted a friendly price.
"If you don't want to spend the money, it's £20 for a boat ticket, and we'll arrange for you to board now."
"I think about it and then I say it," said Xia'er.
What if Mr. Fool is more frugal?
"You guys are really professional."
Upon hearing the long price list, Klein smiled, then took his leave to have his fortune told.
After leaving Backlund General Services, return to 15 Minsk Street, enter the sacred restroom, and remove the citrine pendant.
Hold onto it with your hands, close your eyes, and begin to chant softly.
"Would it be dangerous for me to leave Backlund alone for temporary refuge?"
After seven rounds, the pendulum divination method yielded less than ideal results.
"They're really targeting me!"
Klein gritted his teeth. What grudge did he have? He couldn't even leave Backlund if he wanted to?
Klein closed his eyes again, intending to find a safe path through danger by taking multiple shots and relying on his keen analytical skills as a detective.