Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 504 The Spirit Insect Frenziedly Piercing Klein's Back
Mr. World wants to buy a title? Upon seeing Klein's question, Audrey's first reaction was: Which nobleman offended him so much that he had to resort to assassination through infiltration?

After all, in her mind, Mr. World was either hunting or on his way to hunt.

He carries a small pistol and goes around shooting everywhere.

Then, Klein sent another message: "What are the conditions for needing two titles at once?"

Well……

Audrey changed her mind.

Is it for family? Well, now doesn't seem like a good time...

Klein didn't choose to send a private message; he sent it directly to the group chat.

While Audrey was thinking, several messages had already been replied to in the group chat.

Not wanting to meet a deadline: "Um...maybe it's for payment?"

Derrick: "What is a title?"

He took the ultimate move head-on: "You can directly initiate a fair knight duel, the winner takes all, and the loser gets nothing."

He takes the ultimate hit head-on: "All or nothing!"

Pink Fairy: "Has Mr. World finally grown tired of the life of an ordinary person?"

The Hanged Man: "As a saint of the Church, Mr. World should be able to apply directly to the Church and the Royal Family."

At this moment, Audrey also recalled that, relying on the excellent memory of the "audience," she sorted out the fragments of words her father, Earl Hall, had said and the occasional teachings, as well as the news she had heard at some banquets, balls and salons, and organized them into paragraphs.

Having prepared her speech, Audrey's eyes gleamed with a light composed of 0s and 1s. In just a second, a long string of text appeared on her phone:
Magical Girl: "@Sweet Iced Tea Who Makes Big Money"

Magical Girl: "It wasn't possible before, but my father told me that recently, due to financial difficulties, the nobles' control over party politics and seats in the House of Commons has declined, which will result in a significant reduction in the number of members of parliament from landed noble families in next year's election."

Magical Girl: "In order to raise funds, both the Conservative Party and the New Party promised that whoever donated enough money, as long as they had no criminal record, would be granted a knighthood, provided that the gentleman possessed the minimum land area required to match the title."

Magical Girl: "Let me give you an example. About three months ago, a Mr. Sindras bought the minimum 60 acres of land required for a baronial title, then donated £10 to the Carlton Club, £40 to the Conservative Party, and a total of £30 to charity. He finally succeeded in receiving a royal decree from His Majesty the King and became a distinguished baron. I've heard there's a price list for this, ranging from £30 for a baronial title to £70 to £100 for a hereditary baronial title. There's no definite answer for viscounts and earls, but I think it's certainly extravagant enough."

Magical Girl: "It might not be the best time to buy a title right now, but if Mr. World needs one, you can come to me. I can help you contact some conservative nobles. For example, Mr. Hall, the largest banker in the Kingdom of Rune. As for real estate, there is indeed a house for sale here recently. It's 170 Townsend, near the West End. It's a three-story building with more than ten rooms, including stables, servants' quarters, and a fairly large garden. Several barons, several members of the House of Commons, and a senior barrister live nearby."

"That's right. The original homeowner, Mr. Yorkson, refuses to rent and doesn't actually have a strong need to buy a house. If you want to buy, you might have to consider increasing the value by about 20%. Hmm... I suggest that you bring the 'Abstract Beauty' that I made for you before. It's a seal from the legal process and should be quite useful when negotiating and bargaining."

"Don't want to rush the deadline: Such fast typing speed!"

He took the ultimate attack head-on: "It's here! It's a super tentacle monster!"

Your Emperor: "Actually, although beautiful girls and tentacle monsters are indeed a good match, it's better for beautiful girls not to have tentacles."

Prince: "That means you just don't know how to appreciate it."

Prince: Obolos.JPG.

Your emperor: "That was very beautiful."

Although the topics in the chat group always tend to go off-topic for no reason, Audrey couldn't help but puff out her cheeks as she watched the group members seriously discussing whether she was a tentacle monster.

After the screen had been flooded with messages for quite some time, Klein's reply finally appeared.

Sweet Iced Tea Who Makes Big Money: "@Magical Girl. I understand, thank you."

Audrey stopped paying attention to other information, arranged a time and place to meet with Klein the next day, set her alarm, and put down her phone.

"Audrey, why do you keep lighting up a glowing brick?" Susie's voice came from beside the bed.

Ever since Audrey received the glowing brick a few months ago, she's carried it with her almost constantly. And after revealing to her parents that she was an extraordinary being, she would even show it off to Earl Hall sometimes.

This led Susie to believe that this might be some new type of pet, and that she felt she had fallen out of favor.

"This is called a cell phone, but it's probably a simple telegraph machine?" Audrey thought for a moment and replied. "Hmm...to speed up the flow of information and such."

"In short, it's very convenient. Even if you're separated by a country, communication between the two sides can be completed in just a few minutes."

“I see,” Susie nodded. “So Audrey looks at this phone every day, is she in a relationship?”

"Where!"

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The sun sets and then rises again.

At the dining table, Klein, Melissa, and Benson sat in the living room, eating the breakfast that Klein had created that day.

Melissa ate the tofu pudding that Klein had created while taking small bites, and asked with some concern, "Klein, it'll probably take quite a while to finalize the house deal, won't it?"

"What if we cancel the lease today, but then we can't reach an agreement in the next couple of days?"

Melissa was a little worried that she would have to sleep on the street after she returned the apartment.

"Staying in a hotel is very expensive."

"And it's really unnecessary to live in Queens; it's a waste of money," Melissa added quietly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fool is the 'King of Yellow and Black, who holds the reins of good fortune,'" Klein said with a smile. "It'll definitely work out today."

"Besides, this is what you call using good steel where it's needed most," Klein commented. "Now that you have money, it's natural to use it for living, rather than letting it sit in the warehouse and go to waste."

Melissa nodded slightly.

“Okay, then I’ll go with you to check out in a bit.” Klein put down his soy milk.

"Aren't you going to look at houses?" Benson asked.

“I can create multiple copies of myself,” Klein replied with a smile.

As he spoke, a figure named "Klein," dressed in a tuxedo, black trousers, and gold-rimmed glasses, materialized from the abstract and was recalled.

This clone differs somewhat from the puppet; it is an enhancement of the [Recollection Artist]'s abilities by the [Selfless Jester], creating a completely realistic clone with emotions.

He didn't want to discuss prices with anyone. He'd just send a clone over, and then synchronize the memories.

Melissa looked at Klein, who had just created a clone, with eyes full of admiration.

"Then I'll go look at the apartments first. You can just come over later." Klein's clone rolled his eyes at his main body and smiled as he spoke to his brother and sister. "Okay, be careful on the road," Melissa subconsciously reminded him, which made the other three people present smile.

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Half an hour later, at 170 Townsend, Queens.

“This is Mr. Yorkson, Stevenson Yorkson,” Audrey introduced to her clone, Klein.

This is an elderly gentleman who looks a bit overweight. He is wearing a vest and trousers, has gray hair, and a small mustache.

He was a baron.

“Hello, Mr. Yorkson.” Klein extended his hand.

“Hello, Mr. Moretti.” Yorkson extended his hand and shook hands with Klein.

His tone was strange, drawn out with a kind of aristocratic affectation.

"Then I'll take my leave." Audrey bowed gracefully.

She was only there to make the introductions; she wasn't the main character today. But if she didn't leave, all eyes would be on her.

“Goodbye, Miss Hall.” Yorkson bowed.

Yorkson watched as Audrey rode away in the carriage bearing the Hall family crest before turning his gaze away.

“Please come in.” He stepped aside and led Klein into Townsend 170.

This is a three-story villa with a garden. The furnishings inside are very exquisite, with many famous paintings and antiques. The decoration style is indeed in line with Klein's aesthetic.

"Not bad, how much does this house cost?" Klein looked around at the decorations.

"If you just want to buy the house, it's £62,400. Of course, if you only want the house, I won't sell it. If you want to buy it, you have to buy these antique paintings and calligraphy along with it. But they're not anything particularly valuable to collectors. I'll round it down to £770,000."

Baron Yorkson's casual remark nearly made Klein lose control on the spot.

A very nice garden villa in the suburbs costs around £2 a week, and a room in a high-end apartment with several bedrooms is about the same. This is considered quite luxurious and is only affordable for the upper-middle class. In Tingen, Klein, Benson, and Melissa rented a townhouse without a garden for only 13 soula a week, plus an extra 5 pence for furniture. The house they lived in on Minsk Street before cost less than £1!
Klein felt an urge to directly alter the other party's perception, changing 770,000 pounds to 77,000 pounds.

"How much would it cost to maintain this house each year?" Klein remained calm and collected.

To be honest, Klein quite liked the house.

Its lawns were clean, its gardens beautiful, its houses tastefully furnished, its furnishings exquisite, its bedrooms plentiful, its furniture ample, and each floor contained multiple washrooms. The stables and servants' quarters at the side and rear were also well-made. It would only cost a little money to satisfy Klein, and he would not feel the pinch at all if his brother and sister lived in such a house.

As for the heartache he felt just now, that was probably his humanity, an anchor of his humanity.

In other words, being stingy.

But on second thought, the price is actually reasonable, considering that a hereditary baron title costs between 700,000 and 1 million pounds.

Although at first glance, £770,000 does seem like a lot, upon reflection, since he was already about to spend at least £1.4 million to £2 million, adding another £770,000 wasn't actually... that painful...

Klein closed his eyes briefly without making a sound, then looked at Baron Yorkson again and began to bargain.

Given Baron Yorkson's personality, if someone tries to bargain with him, he will definitely choose to turn around and leave on the spot.

But Klein twisted his thinking, making him willing to listen to Klein's ideas a little.

Finally, the house was sold to Klein for $75, including its decorations, antique paintings and calligraphy, and well-maintained facilities.

Although the servants will be left with Klein, their wages will then be provided by Klein.

Klein shook hands with Baron Yorkson with an outwardly calm expression, but his own kidneys seemed to come alive, frantically stabbing at his spine.

However, thanks to the Joker's angelic level muscle control, Klein did not show any signs of his bad emotions.

Even though the spirit worms inside him were frantically throwing each other over their shoulders.

Because Yorkson was an aristocrat, and Klein was introduced by Miss Audrey, the house purchase process was much simpler.

Soon, the contract to purchase the house was signed.

There weren't many procedures, and not much handling fee was charged.

The house now belonged entirely to Klein and his brother and sister.

Soon, the time came to two o'clock in the afternoon.

Klein and his companions, without any luggage, knocked on the door of 170 Townsend.

"This is our new home." Klein had a gentle smile on his face. "My clone finalized the transfer of this house around noon today."

"Including the house itself, the decorations, the interior facilities, and the external gardens, stables, and servants' quarters, all of these belong to us."

“Of course, the servants’ quarters are currently empty, because human trafficking is illegal,” Klein joked with a smile.

A few seconds later, Klein, the clone, opened the door from the inside.

"The room key and contract are on the table." The clone looked a little exhausted. "Go see for yourselves."

After saying that, without waiting for Klein's main body to react, he voluntarily released the [Selfless Jester] from maintaining the clone.

Click.

Klein's expression froze instantly.

The wailing of the spirit insects entered Klein's body along with his memories.

Klein seemed to hear the sound of the golden pound turning into a bird and flapping its wings as it flew away, and felt the spirit worm inside his body frantically poking at his spine.

"What's wrong, Klein?" Melissa looked at Klein, who had suddenly stopped moving.

“No, it’s nothing.” Klein’s stiff limbs returned to normal, and he smiled gently again as he looked at Melissa. “Let’s go in.”

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P.S.: There are double monthly tickets at the end of September, so remember to give them out on the last two days of the month!

(End of this chapter)