Leaving the street corner, Silas boarded a carriage heading to Minsk Street.
Today he had an appointnt with his forr colleague and fellow transmigrator Klein to et at the other's ho.
He was eting Klein mainly for two matters.
The first matter was to inquire about Fourth Epoch history, especially regarding that Red Angel dici.
His colleague was a graduate of Tingen University's history departnt.
Though that was before his transmigration, because he had inherited the original owner's mories, his grasp of the relevant historical knowledge should be no different.
The second matter concerned his black cat, Luna.
This little creature had unexpectedly high divination talent.
Not only could she use it to catch mice daily, but she could occasionally help him out, like last ti when she helped him detect MI9's arrival.
She seed to be instinctively role-playing. After a while longer, the potion would probably be digested. He needed to help her obtain the Sequence 8 potion and formula.
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Outside 15 Minsk Street.
The ssage board hanging by the door had several lines written in different handwriting, seemingly ssages left by clients who'd co calling when the detective wasn't ho.
Looks like this guy's detective career is quite thriving...
Silas thought to himself and rang the doorbell.
"Coming."
His forr colleague's voice soon ca from behind the door. After opening it, he saw a bearded face wearing gold-rimd glasses.
The rough beard combined with the scholarly glasses made his appearance sowhat peculiar.
"Morning. Have you eaten?"
Silas asked casually.
"Just finished..."
Klein led him inside. Red tea was already set out on the living room table.
"What have you been up to lately?"
Because they were forr colleagues and fellow transmigrators, the two had less of the Loen formalities between them.
Just as they sat down on the living room sofa, Silas asked.
"Well, made a bit of an investnt..."
Klein answered reflexively, then as if rembering sothing, asked,
"By the way, Silas, are you interested in investing?"
"Investing? In what?"
"A bicycle project.
You know, one of Roselle's 'inventions.' There's an inventor in Backlund who's created a prototype..."
Klein said.
The bicycle invention had already proven to have great profit potential in their previous world.
That inventor and his initial investnt had already yielded results, attracting the attention of an industrialist.
Klein knew Silas had quite a bit of cash on hand.
If he invested too, he could grab a good share of stock from that industrialist. It was basically a sure profit with no risk of loss.
"It is indeed a good investnt."
After hearing Klein's introduction, Silas nodded. "But you're too late."
"Too late? What do you an?"
"I recently bought a textile factory. All my money went into that."
Silas answered casually.
"?"
Klein, holding his teacup, was montarily stunned.
What's going on here? I'm still working hard as a detective, making small investnts, and he's already about to beco a tycoon?
"How much did you spend?"
He asked.
"Over ten thousand pounds."
"Ten thousand..."
Klein took a deep breath and set down his teacup.
He knew Silas had quite a bit of money from selling Beyonder characteristics at the Tarot Club, plus the bounty for killing the demon hound, and so on.
But he still hadn't expected Silas's savings had grown to the point where he could open a factory and control the ans of production.
"Don't misunderstand."
Sensing the other's strange look, Silas smiled slightly. "I'm just doing it for role-playing."
Does role-playing as a "Shepherd" really require such a huge investnt?
Good thing I only need to put on grand performances to role-play as a "Magician"... Klein adjusted his mindset and looked at Silas again.
"What did you need to see about today?"
He asked.
"Well, it's like this. You're fairly knowledgeable about Fourth Epoch history, right?"
Fourth Epoch history...
Klein quickly searched his mory.
The current era was the Fifth Epoch; the Fourth Epoch was much further back.
There were no detailed written records of that history.
Archaeologists could only vaguely understand fragnts of it through excavating related ruins.
In mystical terms, that was an era far more dangerous than now, when deities established divine kingdoms on earth and angel families opposed and slaughtered each other.
Through the mists of history, later generations could only sense the madness and cruelty within.
"I know sothing about it."
Klein answered carefully.
He saw Silas's mouth open and close as he said:
"Then do you know about a guy called the 'Red Angel' dici?"
Red Angel?
Oh, right.
In Roselle's diary that Silas collected, there were related records.
He was from those three Hunter families... Klein quickly recalled the descriptions in the diary Silas had offered to Mr. Fool.
"Where did you hear that na?"
Using the Clown's muscle control, he maintained his calm and asked.
"A while back, I encountered it in underground ruins on Williams Street."
Silas answered.
Klein, who had been fairly composed, couldn't help but freeze.
Williams Street?
He went there too?
That's not right.
That place was already blown up by Miss Sharron and !
That's what he was thinking, and he instinctively said it aloud:
"That's impossible. I blew up the underground passage there!"
Huh?
It was you?
Silas froze, then suddenly understood.
With a touch of exasperation, he demanded, "You're the one who blew up that underground passage?!"
Good grief, if I hadn't been carrying a teleportation stone at the ti, you would've gotten killed!
"Crash!"
The teacup he was holding imdiately shattered in his grip, scalding tea and porcelain shards falling to the floor together.
At the sa ti, his aura as a Sequence 5 powerhouse unconsciously emanated, filling the entire living room with a heavy stench of blood.
"Calm down, calm down!"
With an agile leap, Klein flipped behind the sofa, avoiding his close-range ntal shock.
Though he didn't know what had happened, it seed Silas had strong objections to him blowing up the passage?
"Huff..."
Silas took a deep breath, calming himself and reining in his overflowing spirituality.
"So you're saying, you're the one who blew up that passage?"
"Yes."
Klein cautiously poked his head out from behind the sofa.
"Because those ruins were very dangerous. I was afraid people would go in later..."
Right, theoretically speaking, if the passage was blocked, naturally there'd be no way to get in.
But who could have imagined he'd been teleported inside?
Silas didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He just felt helpless and angry.
Klein's intentions had been good, but through a series of accidents, it had caused him enormous trouble.
"I almost got killed because of you..."
In the end, he could only sigh and shake his head.
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