harleyscars Chapter 109 So it turns out he had a problem with his brain.
Chapter 109 So it turns out he had a problem with his brain.
"So confident, huh? Does the guild really think it can handle my troubles?" Klein nodded slightly upon hearing Charles's promise.
An organization that can grow so large in Backlund and gather so many wild extraordinary individuals must have considerable power, and its relationship with the Church is also extraordinary. It might actually have a way.
Klein tapped his fingertips lightly on his knee twice, then carefully began, "Actually... it's because I took on a side job."
"Side jobs?" Charles suddenly laughed, instantly easing the tense atmosphere. "Actually, every detective takes on side jobs."
"I understand, they just want to increase their income."
He waved his hand, "As long as it doesn't go too far, we always turn a blind eye."
"The guild is quite tolerant in these matters."
Seeing Charles's effortless demeanor, Klein couldn't help but have an idea.
Or, tell them the truth and ask for their opinion.
At worst, he could just give up the identity of Sherlock Moriarty and continue changing his name.
Uh… just as he hesitated whether to speak, Charles suddenly changed the subject: “Sherlock, you’re an extraordinary being, aren’t you?”
!
You've been found out!
Klein's face instinctively wanted to twitch, but fortunately, he managed to pull his expression back using the "Joker" ability, and did not show much reaction.
"Stay calm," he told himself. With so many extraordinary individuals gathered in the guild, it wasn't surprising that Charles, as the leader, could see something amiss.
No, it's more likely that he himself is an extraordinary being.
An ordinary person cannot possibly settle down in this guild filled with all sorts of extraordinary individuals.
Klein recalled the scene when he was recruited by them not long after he arrived in Backlund.
Could it be that he already sensed something back then, which is why he specifically recruited me?
He thought this guess was reasonable; otherwise, there would be no reason for a guild leader to personally recruit an unknown nobody.
"Don't be nervous." Even though Klein remained calm under the Joker's abilities, Charles could still sense his wariness.
"We are neither the church nor the government, and we have always welcomed people with special talents, such as the Extraordinary."
Klein nodded in response to the welcoming attitude.
"So, Director, what brings you here today...?"
"Well... in that case, I'll tell you the truth." Charles said sincerely.
"Sherlock, I admire you and would like to make you a VIP member."
Senior member? Klein pondered the title inwardly.
"A so-called 'premium member' is someone who is at a higher level than a regular member."
"Hmm..." Charles sighed softly, looking at Klein's slightly doubtful gaze.
"Sigh... Actually, I was inviting you to officially join us. To join the organization behind the guild."
So that's how it is, it's a recruitment drive by a secret organization...
Klein instantly understood everything. The other party had most likely seen through his extraordinary identity from the beginning and thus extended an invitation to him. Now that the time was ripe, they wanted to recruit him directly.
Knowing they were in trouble, they wanted to take advantage of the situation...
"Can I refuse?" As a former Night Watcher, Klein wasn't particularly keen on joining the secret organization.
"Of course." Charles wasn't annoyed by Klein's words.
"However, you will also need to sign some confidentiality agreements."
"But..." he paused meaningfully, "aren't you in trouble right now? Join us, and we'll help you solve it for free."
Charles quoted his price.
……
After a moment, Ryan's lips moved slightly as he slowly spoke: "The problem is... this trouble involves some..."
"Uh, don't be afraid to tell me."
Charles was delighted to hear this and confidently declared that he had been in Backlund for many years and had seen everything, and that there was nothing that could frighten him, reassuring Klein to speak freely.
Klein then recounted the entire incident to the other party, including the part about how he killed Meursault and angered Ambassador Intis, who was suspected of carrying out a special mission.
Klein knew that even if he didn't say anything, the other party would find out about it by being late, so he might as well take the initiative to say it.
That way, you might be able to hear the other person's opinion.
Of course, out of professional detective ethics, he concealed Ian's identity in his narration.
After listening to Klein's account, Charles, who had been full of confidence, immediately had a strange expression.
"You mean, for a mere 5 pounds, you offended an ambassador of a country and got caught up in an international conflict?"
"Um..." Klein was a little embarrassed, but still nodded in acknowledgment.
This……
After all that, it turns out this guy has something wrong with his head.
Although you can tell from the fact that he always packs food from the guild cafeteria that he is a rather greedy person.
But to get into this kind of trouble for a mere 5 pounds...
Charles swallowed hard; this was the first time he, who prided himself on his good taste, had encountered such a situation.
Although I admire the other party, well... at least I used to, it's not right to offend a clearly problematic foreign ambassador for the sake of a "fortune teller".
This deal is not worth it at all.
But I made such a solemn promise before, if I were to go back on my word now... wouldn't I become... well, you know?
Charles fell silent, and the two of them just stared at each other without saying a word.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
After a moment's hesitation, Charles said, "Um... Sherlock, I've thought about it carefully, and we're actually not short of manpower. If you don't want to..."
"I understand, Director. I'm in a lot of trouble, and I don't expect the guild to help me solve it." Klein saw through Charles's thoughts, but he wasn't disappointed.
In fact, he himself knew that his mere Sequence 8 status was not worth the other party taking such a big risk to help him.
"If necessary, I will sign a confidentiality agreement, but I also hope that you will keep what I say confidential."
"Of course." Charles readily accepted Klein's terms.
"Don't worry, no one else will know about this, and your current benefits in the guild will not change in any way."
Charles's meaning was clear: the two of them should pretend they had never met today. The guild wouldn't help him, but it wouldn't exclude him either.
Klein nodded slightly in agreement. Just as the two were giving each other a way out, intending to end the conversation...
"No, we can help you solve this problem, as long as you join us."
A young man in a black trench coat pushed open the door and interrupted the two, clearly having been eavesdropping at the door for some time.
He looked at Klein with a smile as if he had discovered some kind of toy.
"Hello, Sherlock Moriarty."