People are in the heavens, wealth can rival a country

Chapter 145 Prophecy
Klein's calmness was defeated.

His pupils shrank to the size of a needle's eye, and he was completely stunned.

"He knows, he really knows!"

"He can indeed see me, everything about me!"

At this moment, Klein almost wanted to directly connect with him spiritually, asking what the other party wanted to do.

But at the last moment, he broke contact with the crimson star, and then his body went limp, and he almost lost his footing.

"I'm being watched."

This feeling was so strong that Klein almost went crazy.

He didn't know the specific reasons for those people who lost their minds and became crazy because of listening to the ravings, but now he could empathize with the fear of being seen through by unknown beings.

"It should be almost unbearable."

Tang Sen played with his cane, showing a wicked smile.

Although Mr. "Fool" still has no feedback at all, with Tang Sen's understanding of the plot and human nature, even the most cautious person will expose loopholes under the layers of stress.

Then he turned his attention back to the cane, which was the result of today's shopping, walnut, topped with gemstones, and handmade.

Worth five gold pounds twelve soli.

Professor Reid also bought one, the top is pure gold, and the wooden parts also have a lot of gold inlaid patterns. It looks very majestic, and it is worth 8 gold pounds.

He actually didn't want to buy such a conspicuous cane. As a professor, he prefers the pure wooden one, which is low-key and reserved, but unfortunately it doesn't meet Tang Sen's requirements.

He has to look richer.

For example, he bought his formal clothes at the best custom-made dress shop in Queens. Although it is not a custom-made model, it is also a top-fitting outfit. The top hat, vest, coat, etc. cost more than 70 pounds, which is close to Professor Reid's half-year cost. salary.

Then the two went to the bank again and deposited a huge sum of [-] gold pounds in Professor Reid's account.

It's not that you can't save more, but Professor Reid insists on it. He thinks that fifty thousand pounds is enough for those bankers to treat him with courtesy, so that he is eligible to enter and leave the circle of high society, and more Deposits will only lead to trouble.

This man is sometimes fanatical, and sometimes unusually sober.

Backlund has a population of more than 500 million. Every day there will be lucky people who get rich overnight, and rich people from all over the world will come here every day. This is not a rare thing, but if the amount of wealth is too large, Professor Reid is afraid. I can't help myself.

"Cash is cash and assets are assets."

"If your purpose is to open up the channels of the upper class and get in touch with various circles, then this number is enough, so many that I can become a guest of the nobles."

Professor Reid put it this way: "But if you want to be at the top and even manipulate something, you need to convert cash into assets, which will be much more complicated and much more."

Tang Sen agreed with his statement.

This Backlund native knew the rules of this metropolis better than an outsider like himself, and Townsend would not make the mistake of an outsider commanding an insider.

As the distant cousin of a newly born rich man, it is more reasonable to follow him to see the world so as to achieve his goal.

"Mr Baggins."

Professor Rhett's cramped voice came from outside the door.

"You can just call me Raleigh, Professor Reid, you need to develop a habit." Tang Sen opened the door and said, "It is very suspicious to treat your cousin so cautiously in the eyes of others."

Professor Rhett coughed lightly, and said, "Indeed, then, please call me by my name directly, Copusty."

"Okay, Professor Reid." Tang Sen said, "What's the matter?"

"...I just received a letter from the bank, and they invited me to the dance party tomorrow night." Professor Reid said, "There will be many high-level figures attending, including Baron Towers, Councilor Herman, and the vice-chairman of the Workers' Management Association long."

"Will Earl Hall attend?" Townsend asked.

"You're talking about that great nobleman, the big banker?" Professor Reid was taken aback, "Of course he won't come, he and his daughter who is called the most dazzling pearl of Backlund, only Will be at the top of the party."

"This is what you need to work on," Tang Sen said.

"Mr. Baggins, Raleigh, so your target is Earl Hall?" Professor Reid shrank his neck: "He is a great nobleman, not only controlling the economic lifeline of the kingdom, but also the wealthiest group of people in the kingdom It is rumored that the assets of the Hall family have exceeded 1000 million gold pounds."

"This is not something you need to consider, Professor Reid." Tang Sen said calmly: "Your job is to spend money, go to those boring noble balls, get to know more people, and then, no matter what method you use , into those parties at the top."

"As your cousin, I will of course accompany you to see the world occasionally, but there is no need for tomorrow's dance."

Tang Sen didn't want to waste too much time communicating with the nobles of this world, and he didn't want to leave too many traces in the eyes of everyone. After all, even if he would not be divined and watched, too many traces might enter some In the field of vision of the superhuman forces.

Therefore, the role of Professor Reid is very important, he will act as his representative in this world.

Early the next morning, Professor Reid dressed up and went out. He needed to go to school to submit his resignation letter, and then start his new "job", such as visiting some new friends.

And Tang Sen got today's newspaper in the mailbox outside the door.

"Becklund Daily".

Headline news headlines are appalling.

"The great pirate Qilingus was shot dead in Backlund by the Duke's bodyguards."

The timeline is completely set.

Tang Sen read the newspaper slowly and returned to the room.

Before Professor Reid achieved certain results, he didn't need to go out to show his face, and because of the curse of immortality, he didn't have the intention to taste the delicacies of this world.

He just returned to the room, took a deep breath, adjusted his tone, and then chanted in ancient Hermes:

"A fool who does not belong to this world—"

In Tingen City, the headquarters of the Nighthawks disguised as a security company, everyone could tell that Klein's expression was a little pale.

Even a little out of control.

Although he claimed many times that he just didn't sleep well last night, Dunn, the captain of the Nighthawks, still proposed to let him go home and rest for half a day, and carefully reminded him that as an extraordinary person, he should not underestimate any mental problems.

Otherwise, it is easy to hear the ravings of those evil gods and be taken advantage of.

Old Neil's example is already a very painful lesson.

Klein smiled wryly.

"Evil God?"

No, the voice I heard was much clearer than the ravings of the evil god.

He was about to speak when he suddenly felt the call from above the gray mist again.

His face changed slightly, and he said, "I'll go to the bathroom first."

This kind of behavior might make the Nighthawk's teammates puzzled. If it was normal, Klein would definitely choose the right reason and the right time, but now he has no way to wait.

"It must be that person again."

Klein took four steps backwards and came above the gray mist.

Sure enough, it was still the crimson star that frightened him.

He took a deep breath, stretched out his spirituality, and touched the stars.

A voice came out from the darkness: "The Blackthorn Security Company will have a visitor today to entrust a mission."

"Someone is going to die today."

Not a threat, but a prophecy.

Klein instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, and then picked it up in an instant.

The name Blackthorn Security Company happened to be the disguise of the Nighthawks headquarters.

Is that existence's sight even the Nighthawk's headquarters unstoppable? Also, no matter how well-defended the Nighthawk's headquarters is, it can't be compared to the gray mist.

"Entrusted missions? The missions of security companies generally do not involve extraordinary people, they are just extra money."

Klein didn't dare to ignore the other party's prediction. After all, the other party said that someone would die today.

Who will die?

He listened to it again and confirmed that the other party only had two sentences this time, without any other information mixed in. Then he disconnected the link worriedly, walked to the long table in the main hall, and sat down in the seat belonging to the Fool.

Then, he took off the citrine pendulum in his cuff, and quickly started divination:

"I will be in danger today."

"I will be in danger today."

"."

After reciting it seven times, he opened his eyes and saw that the citrine pendant was motionless.

"Is there too little information?"

Klein thought about it for a while, and changed his words.

"I should ask for leave today."

"I should ask for leave today."

"."

After reciting seven times silently, the citrine pendant began to rotate clockwise, with a medium amplitude and speed.

A clockwise rotation means that one should really ask for leave, and a medium speed means that the necessity of this matter is not small.

It also means that it is not a safe thing to stay in a security company today.

The other party's prophecy is very likely to be true!
Klein really wanted to predict who would die today, but he knew that this kind of divination would inevitably fail unless he obtained enough information.

"An ordinary security commission?"

Klein exited above the gray fog, washed his hands pretentiously, and walked out of the bathroom. He rejected the captain's suggestion to allow him to go home and rest again. He walked up the stairs to the security company's office and found a newspaper. Sit down on the sofa.

The whole morning passed while Klein was worried, until Klein stood up and was about to have lunch, someone finally pushed open the door of the security company.

It was two ladies, one of whom was plump and fair-skinned.

"Is it possible to accept task entrustment here?"

Under Klein's nervous gaze, the lady said slowly:

"I want to entrust you to track and monitor Mrs. Sharon and find evidence of her crime."

(End of this chapter)