Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 249 Keywords and Banquet

"Going to Backlund?" Klein was slightly taken aback.

"Don't worry, you can tell me if you have any questions," Truman said softly, "There's plenty of funding."

"Oh, right, there's another task: pay attention to the following keywords," Truman said calmly, his expression unchanged, pointing out a few words: "'Fool,' 'Mistake,' and 'Gray Fog.'"

Klein's heart seemed to stop. He forced himself to keep his expression from giving anything away and looked at Truman with suspicion.

"What do these words mean?" Leonard's voice sounded like heavenly music to Klein.

At this moment, Klein's attention seemed to be focused on Truman's every move and every word he was about to utter.

"About a month ago, the Abraham family, the Antigonus family, the Secret Order, and other world-renowned families and secret organizations all received the same mission."

Truman advised someone, "We also need to make some preparations in this regard."

"Yes!" Klein nodded solemnly.

In reality, the inner voice of his mind was already hiding in a corner, too afraid to speak.

When did I ever offend a family like that?!

After hearing the keywords "Fool" and "Gray Fog," Klein had given up hope; this was definitely aimed at him.

Klein was racking his brains. He did have some connection with Antigonus and the Secret Order, but what the hell was the Abraham family?

"Wait a minute... Miss 'The Magician' seems to be a student of a member of the Abraham family." Klein suddenly thought of the Tarot meeting on the gray fog.

"You just need to keep an eye on things. If you have any clues, let me know and I'll make the judgment." Truman glanced at Klein, regretfully not seeing Klein ask any further questions.

"Yes!" Leonard nodded seriously, and Klein could only quickly agree.

"The only good news is that I'm also part of the team investigating 'The Fool'!" Klein could only console himself with this thought.

This way, at the very least, we can get information about "The Fool" as soon as possible.

"Luckily, I warned the attendees at the party beforehand." After some consideration, Klein intuitively felt that the advantage was in his favor, since no one should be able to detect him on the gray fog.

"Klein, you'll probably be staying in Backlund for quite some time now, and you can also move your whole family there."

"It is also the church's responsibility to make proper arrangements for your families."

"I will seriously consider it!" Klein's expression turned serious, and he nodded solemnly.

"Now it's a matter of compensation." Truman grinned smugly.

Looking at that smile, Klein subconsciously thought of himself after becoming a Night Watchman and learning that his weekly salary would double.

"You night watchmen currently earn about £10 a week, which would double to £20, and now I'm going to double that again."

Wow! Not only Klein, but Leonard also gasped in shock.

A weekly wage of £40 might not make you a millionaire in Backlund, but it's definitely high income.

Klein and Leonard both walked out of the prayer room with dazed expressions, clearly neither of them had refused the secret mission.

"We need to get ready," Leonard said.

Hmm... Klein nodded. His most important problem now was how to convince his brother and sister to go to Backlund.

Truman casually flipped through intelligence sent by the Church of the Night and the Dream Cult in the prayer room.

"I will allow you to ascend to godhood and I will not interfere in your struggles, but you better watch yourselves."

Tingen City is ultimately too small, merely a "starter village" to give Klein a slight buffer. Once he steps into Backlund, the undercurrents beneath the surface of peace should begin to surface.

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Ugh!

The sound of the steam whistle echoed in the station, like a giant, monstrous steam train slowly coming to a stop.

Klein and Leonard, each carrying a large suitcase, arrived in Backlund, the capital of all cities, the only city in the world that could rival the capital of Solomon's Empire.

"Klein, where are we going again?" Leonard looked at the bustling crowd, his face somewhat grim; the air here was terrible.

"68 and 69 Minsk Street in the Joewood district, two detached houses, that was our home."

"Also, please call me Sherlock Moriarty. Mr. Byron Lee."

"Oh!" The poet classmate pulled his suitcase and walked behind Klein, arriving at his residence before dark.

"When are you opening?" Leonard asked Klein as they parted.

Klein chose a job that offered a great deal of freedom: being a detective.

When asked about Leonard, he seemed to give up thinking and directly chose to become the great detective's assistant.

"Let's wait a couple of days. We still need to get to know Backlund better, and we also need to spread the word about our detective reputation."

Klein gave Leonard a strange look. Previously, the Night Watch team had a captain to assign tasks, but now they were acting alone without any specific arrangements.

"I feel like I've become my poet classmate's external brain..." Klein complained as he entered his detached villa.

The environment here is excellent, and the detached villas are fully furnished with all the necessary furniture and household items.

"I must say, Bishop Truman is really rich!" These two villas were specially sponsored by Bishop Truman.

"Oh, right, we also need to 'report'!"

Klein suddenly remembered this, quickly packed his luggage, and went out to call Leonard to go to the address given by Bishop Truman.

It was a large estate outside the city.

Compared to this grand estate, their two detached villas looked rather shabby.

"You've arrived? Please have a seat." Truman poured Klein and Leonard a cup of black tea.

"Remember this address. You can come find me here if you need anything."

"Now... perfect timing, I'll take you to experience a noble banquet."

Truman waved his hand, and a male servant came in with formal attire to help Klein and Leonard change.

The two were unexpectedly transformed into aristocrats. Both were good-looking, and the professional makeup artist made them even more charming.

"I'm telling you, this banquet is being hosted by Duke Negan, and all the guests are true nobles of Backlund."

"With your looks, you two could easily snag a noble lady and never have to worry about anything again," Truman teased.

Both Klein and Leonard stared at their unfamiliar reflections in the mirror, their expressions slightly distorted.

Truman, naturally dressed in a black divine robe, wrote a transfer order, promoting himself to the position of Archbishop of Backlund.

"Let's go!" Klein and Leonard witnessed once again what it meant to have the prestige of nobility.

A spacious and elegant carriage, with more than a dozen servants and security personnel...

Their destination was the Duke of Negan's mansion in Queen Backlund, where a grand ball was being held.

One more chapter to come.

(End of this chapter)