Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 90 Catching the Adulterer

Chapter 90 Catching the Adulterer

The next day, Cyril was woken up early by Klein's knocking on the door. Urged on by Klein, he quickly got ready and went out.

In a breakfast shop directly opposite the Coyme Company in the Joewood district, Sir Ryan sipped the sweet iced tea enthusiastically recommended by Klein, yawning as he looked across the street at the Coyme Company's entrance.

"So, you dragged me out so early just to catch us cheating?"

Klein finished his pie without changing his expression, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and then said slowly:

"This is a detective's job. Don't be brainwashed by those popular detective novels on the market. Real detectives don't have that many cases to solve."

"Have you ever heard the saying that in Backlund, eight out of ten detectives spend their days looking for cats and catching adulterers?"

One is on his way to catch the adulterer, while the other is lost in the smog.

止》

After a moment of silence, Klein took a sip of sweet iced tea as a cover-up.

"Isn't it funny?"

"Although it's just a lame joke, it reflects the current state of detectives."

"Actually, I don't really like this kind of commission either, but Mrs. Mary paid £10 for it, so even just for the sake of the gold pound, I should try my best to complete it."

As he spoke, Klein suddenly changed the subject, his gaze fixed on what was behind Sirion:

"The target has been spotted."

Curious, Sirion turned around and saw a slightly overweight man wearing a black top hat, a double-breasted wool coat, and a standard bow tie walking out of the Coyme Company's doors.

As he sized up the man who was having an affair and whose wife was gathering evidence against him, Klein got up and walked over.

He pretended to be a careless passerby, accidentally bumped into the man, quietly put a button from his pocket into the man's pocket, and then casually returned to Sirion's side.

After watching his target board the carriage, Klein raised his hand and gently patted Sirion's shoulder, who seemed to be lost in thought:

"Let's go, it's time to get to work."

Using the button he had slipped into the other man's pocket, Klein successfully located his target's destination using his divination staff.

A street-front house with a garden and lawn in Hillston, with a marble statue standing at the front door.

There were also two guards in black and white checkered uniforms.

Klein wanted to go straight over, but Cyril stopped him.

"I don't think you can get in; this is clearly some high-end club."

Klein stopped and turned to look at him.

Cyril held up two fingers and said calmly:

"You have two choices. One is that I use my extraordinary abilities to help you get in, which is easy, but you will only receive the 10-pound reward."

"Secondly, report what happened here to your employer. In order to obtain substantial evidence, she will most likely help you get into this club. This way, you can not only get the 10-rank reward, but also join a high-end club in Backlund for free."

"Most of the people who can get into this kind of club are middle class, which should be a pretty good network for a detective."

"This... let me think about it."

Klein reached up and touched his chest. He was tempted by Sirion's offer, but there was a much easier way to complete the task. It wasn't in his nature to take the opportunity to extort money from his employer.

After hesitating for a moment, he turned to look at Sirion and asked:

"What would you choose if it were you?"

"Of course, the second option is better," Sirion answered without hesitation.

"The purpose of work is to make money, and if there's an opportunity, I'll naturally try to earn as much as possible."

"Of course, this is in the case that it will not cause too much trouble to others; this is basic moral quality."

"But a lady who can offer you £10 shouldn't be short of that amount of money."

Klein nodded in agreement: "You're right."

After a brief moment of hesitation, he decided to first tell Mrs. Mary, who had commissioned him to investigate, about the situation. Whether she would help him get into the club to investigate or let him figure it out himself was irrelevant.

After Klein inquired about the club's situation, the two returned to 15 Minsk Street.

Xi Ruien went back to his room on the second floor immediately. He had been getting up too early these past two days and planned to catch up on some sleep.

Klein watched his retreating figure go upstairs, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly:

"Why do I get the feeling that you only reported the club matter to Mrs. Mary so she could find a way to get me into that upscale club just to slack off?"

Cyril paused as he went upstairs, turned back to look at Klein, and said seriously:

"That's secondary; at least I was genuinely trying to give you advice at the time."

Klein:

Really? I don't believe it.

Klein stopped going out to catch the adulterers in the afternoon, and Cyril also had some free time. He took out everything he had hidden behind the mirror and then used his spare time to make some holy silver bullets for later use.

Later that evening, after dinner, he followed Klein back to the Brave Ones Bar in the Backlund Bridge area.

"Why again? Do you really like the drinks here?" Sirion asked, puzzled.

Klein shook his head slightly: "If you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way."

"Hiring you as my bodyguard was to lull the people secretly monitoring me into a false sense of security, but that's not enough. They're also 'taking over,' and they'll definitely realize your rank isn't high; it's just a smokescreen or a way for me to comfort myself."

"So it's necessary to stay active here. This is the place where I'm most likely to come into contact with other powerful extraordinary individuals, which means I haven't given up yet."

Xi Ruien nodded and didn't ask any more questions. In any case, all the expenses for tonight would be paid by Young Master Klein.

He stood at the bar, gazing thoughtfully at the most expensive South Wales red wine.

The most expensive drink is only 10 pence, so it seems there's no way to break Klein's wallet today.

On the other side, Klein suddenly felt a strong sense of malice coming from behind. He turned around in a panic, but there was no attack or danger as he had expected. He only saw Cyril standing in front of the small blackboard on the bar, looking at the drinks listed on it and lost in thought.

Feeling a bit confused, Klein decided to follow his instincts and, under the pretext of finding Caspas, pulled Cyril away from the bar.

Cyril smacked his lips with a hint of regret.

If I get the chance, I must extort a bottle of Sunia Blood Wine or Olmir Red Wine from Klein.

Klein, who was walking ahead, felt the malice again. He turned around warily and saw Cyril looking at him with a puzzled expression.

What's going on? Why do I feel like there's some malice hanging over me? Could it be that Ambassador Beckham's men are about to make their move?

A strange sense of crisis made Klein unconsciously quicken his pace, and he happened to run into Kaspass, who was coming out of the billiards room.

The latter looked at him with some surprise: "You've come at the right time, Maric is looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Klein was somewhat surprised. Before he could ask, a pale-faced man with brown eyes filled with malice appeared.

A man in his late twenties, exuding a slightly manic air, walked out of the billiards room.

His gaze lingered briefly on Sirion, his brow furrowing slightly, before he looked at Klein beside him and asked:

"Is your request to find a bodyguard still valid?"

"Huh?" Klein subconsciously glanced at Sirion. He thought Marich was very strong, but he couldn't afford to hire two bodyguards.

"A friend of mine is short of money recently and is willing to take on this task."

After a slight pause, Marich looked at Sirion and added, "She's better than him; she's Sequence 5."

Cyril:

Not only did they steal my bodyguard job, but they also tried to put me down?

Although he had a lot of opinions, Sirion didn't show it because it was true that, not to mention Sharon, Marich was better than him.

Seeing that Klein was also looking at him, he nodded slightly and said, "Don't worry about me, anyway, I don't plan to make much money off you."

Klein nodded slightly, but then felt something was off. He suspected the other person was subtly implying he was poor.

He paused, then looked at Marich and asked, "How much is your friend asking for?"

Maric: "1000 pounds, for three days of protection."

"As long as you don't encounter a demigod or get instantly killed by an extraordinary being with special abilities, she should be able to protect you."

...His friend sounds very confident, and he must really be short of money, but the problem is that I don't have any money.

Perhaps I can get some money from Miss "Justice," who still owes me information about the Secret Order and the "Lightbringer's" potion recipe.

Klein pondered for a moment and said, "I need to think about it, and raising funds will take time; it's not a small amount."