Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 365 Tonight, Fors Joins the Hunt
Time passed slowly, and as they chatted, Klein watched the ladies dancing on the ballroom. Gradually, Klein and Edsack became more like friends on the surface.

As they chatted, Klein felt a surge of emotion.

Edsack treated Sherlock Moriarty and Dawn Dantès very differently. People she knew well, now with different faces and identities, stood before her and received entirely new treatment, without a single problem. It was a truly strange feeling…

During this time, they met a gentleman named Hilbert Hall, a member of the Atmospheric Commission's investigation team, a gentleman who was very image-conscious.

He was also the Earl of East Chester, a high-ranking nobleman, a true member of the upper echelons of society.

Since they weren't familiar with each other, neither Klein nor Edsack had any intention of currying favor; they simply exchanged a few words.

A few minutes later, Klein glanced casually at the dance floor, said goodbye to Edsack during a break in the music, and walked over to a lady to invite her to dance.

With Dawn Dantes's looks and charisma, he was undoubtedly not rejected.

As they danced, ate, and chatted, the party gradually came to an end, and one by one the guests took their leave.

Klein, who had already completed the business card exchange, was the same, but he was neither the first nor the last to leave.

He knew that Edsack was a person of extraordinary destiny. Although he didn't know his sequence number, with Triss, who was at least a sequence six and possibly a sequence five, William Sykes had absolutely no chance of survival unless he carried a level one sealed artifact with him.

Moreover, Klein did not believe that Edsack could not become a dual-path extraordinary.

This can be considered a righteous three-on-one situation.

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On the other side, in the East District.

As night falls, the East District becomes pitch black due to the scarcity and destruction of gas streetlights, as if countless monsters and evils are lurking there.

Two figures, one tall and one short, wearing black hooded cloaks, walked down a secluded street, turned into a small alley, and arrived at the outside of a house that looked very dilapidated.

Even though the shorter one was wearing height-increasing shoes, the taller one was still almost a head taller than the shorter one.

The main selling point is the cutest height difference.

This is Hugh and Fowles.

A while ago, Hugh mentioned to Fowles that there was a new party in the East End.

At the time, Hugh mentioned the physical characteristics of the party organizer, which made Fowles feel somewhat familiar, and he guessed that Mr. X was the traitor of the Abraham family that he was looking for.

Fowles wasn't a particularly brave person, but her teacher was one of the few people who genuinely cared for her, and she wanted to do something for him.

A brave salted fish, unafraid of difficulties.

Hugh didn't rush to knock on the door using the agreed-upon code. Instead, she first looked down and examined her own clothes and appearance. Then she glanced at Fowles beside her.

Unlike usual, she was wearing a pair of long boots today.

These boots don't look strange, but Hugh knows exactly how thick the soles are.

Moreover, it is filled with height-increasing insoles, which can make a person appear much taller "out of thin air".

However, he was still almost a head shorter than the tall Fowles next to him.

"Why aren't you leaving?" Fowles touched the string of beads in her hand, which was her guarantee that she dared to come in person.

"Nothing." Hugh touched the hidden triangular spikes, pulled up his hood, and knocked rhythmically on the door.

Soon, the door opened.

After walking down a long corridor, the two of them were led into the living room and sat down at random.

In the corridor, Fowles felt several shadowy gazes, but Hugh seemed oblivious, and Fowles didn't dare to point them out.

Once most of the expected participants had arrived, the organizer of the gathering finally walked in.

He was of medium height, about 1.75 meters, dressed in a black classical robe, wearing a pointed country magician's hat, and a brass-like mask covering his face, giving him an ancient and mysterious air.

His skin was dark, but not quite brown, like someone from the Fenerbahce Bay area. But that can't be sure; it could be from sun exposure.

His hair was jet black and slightly curly, which matched the first judgment... Xiu began to sized him up with the air of a "sheriff".

Beside her, Fors quietly activated her spiritual vision. Besides being a Sequence Eight magician, she was also a candle ink quality inspector.

Because he sold a novel to Klein, he was promoted all the way to Memory Sequence Seven.

The key exceptional ability of candlestick quality inspectors is "quality inspection".

Similar to an audience member and an appraiser, but with a more extraordinary level of observation than an "audience member" and a more realistic level of observation than an "appraiser".

It can be understood as having a little knowledge of everything, but only a little knowledge of everything, making it difficult to compare with someone who specializes in a particular area within the same sequence.

A faint blue light flickered in Fowles' eyes as Mr. X's figure gradually matched the portrait in Fowles' memory.

Yes, that's him!
Fowles' palms were slightly sweaty, and he subconsciously wiped them on his robe.

"Why did you use my clothes to wipe your sweat?" Hugh glanced at Fowles speechlessly.

"What's going on?"

The man wearing the brass mask looked around and chuckled twice in a low, hoarse voice:
You can call me Mr. X.

Mr. X...

Hugh's lips twitched involuntarily.

Since becoming an outsider for MI9, she has learned a lot about secret organizations, including the Aurora Society.

She glanced at her friend beside her, but didn't ask a silly question like, "Is it him?"

Fowles' performance just now clearly showed that he had succeeded, and confirming it again would only attract Mr. X's attention.

At that moment, Fowles was holding a small, glowing cube and tapping on something.

"What are you doing?" Hugh asked, puzzled by his friend's actions.

"It's nothing." Fols shook his head after tagging everyone in the group to indicate that he had found a hunting target and included its location.

The phone that Mr. World gave me has a very useful "anti-spy mode"; people who are not allowed to look at the screen can only see a white light.

Although the Empress's explanation was something like "too much memory usage" or "no graphics," Fowles didn't quite understand.

A few minutes later.

hum.

The phone vibrated.

Fowles immediately looked down.

Sweet Iced Tea, who wants to make a lot of money: "I've arrived."

Sweet Iced Tea, who wants to make big money: "We'll talk about compensation later."

So fast!
Fowles was first surprised, then couldn't help but feel a sense of joy.

With the mad dog... no, I mean the insane Gehrman Sparrow involved, there's definitely no problem.

Hmm, Mr. World's online name is kind of cute. Relaxing, Fors even had the mind to mutter to himself.

At that moment, a message from Serres was sent.

Sow Prince: "Tonight, Gehrman joins the hunt."

Fowles blinked, thinking that this sentence was really cool.

That said, she'll probably lend a hand, either by doing some menial work or by launching a sneak attack, so...

She didn't send a message, but silently added a sentence in her mind.

"Tonight, Fowles joins the hunt."

(End of this chapter)