862 Kind Warning (1/2)
After returning to the room with the balcony, Fors looked at Xio who had her back against the wall and whispered, ”Guess what I saw?
”That male servant, Dantès's valet is actually a believer of Death! He was dancing a spirit dance and praying!”
Xio widened her eyes before relaxing her expression.
”When it comes to Mr. Dantès, that's the least of his concerns.
”Yeah, that valet named Richardson is clearly of Southern Continent heritage. Perhaps he was born there, so it's not surprising that he worships Death.”
Fors replied with a smile, ”I know. I just find it interesting. Aren't there a little too many people with secrets around Dwayne Dantès?
”I won't be surprised if I were to discover one day that all the living beings in this building except him, including the housekeeper, maids, gardeners, carriage drivers, earthworms, bugs, and rats are related to mystery and Beyonders. I would be able to easily accept that reality.”
Xio rolled her eyes.
”If that were the case, Mr. Dwayne Dantès definitely wouldn't be a simple person. Having Beyonders and supernatural creatures around him means that he might be the spawn of an evil god or a Grounded Angel.”
Without waiting for Fors to expand the scope of the conversation, Xio asked, ”Didn't you say that you had a strange dream involving treasure? Why aren't you curious or considering what it symbolizes? That perhaps it might actually exist?
Fors chuckled.
”Such a dream often implies trouble and danger. I'll consider it again if I have a chance of encountering that symbol.”
Although she said that, her true thoughts were:
There's quite a bit of a problem with that dream. Who knows if there's a ploy behind it. I'll consult Mr. Hanged Man, Ma'am Hermit, uh—and Mr. World at the Tarot Gathering next week before deciding what to do. They are experienced and powerful Beyonders. Perhaps they have had similar experiences.
”You've matured.” Xio nodded, and exerting strength in her back, she bounced off the wall and walked to the spot where Fors had been sleeping before.
”Mature?” Fors scoffed and leaned in towards her friend. She straightened her back and looked down at her friend's hair.
Without waiting for Xio to become enraged, she sighed.
”You're the one who matured.
”I still remember this time last year. You did things based on instinct, arbitrating with your fist. From time to time, you would commit mistakes without realizing it and become lost. You're much better now.”
Xio was stunned as she lay down and covered herself with the thin silk blanket. With her back facing Fors, she grumbled, ”The main reason why I got lost was because of you being a burden by my side.”
Fors chortled and nodded in thought.
”That's a characteristic of an Apprentice. It has nothing to do with me. Get it!?”
Seeing Xio on the floor, she walked to the wall adjacent to the master bedroom and seriously started being a bodyguard.
As the night slowly passed, the sky gradually lit up. Klein got up to have breakfast and received visits from two batches of policemen and a batch of reporters. They were here for further investigations regarding Cuarón's suicide case, while another was to obtain more details regarding Member of Parliament Macht's assault.
With Walter's help, Dwayne Dantès met them and quickly handled the matters.
In the afternoon, Macht suddenly visited and urged Klein, ”Join me at the club for a game of tennis.”
He was a member of a few clubs, but there was only one club that overlapped with Dwayne Dantès: East Balam Military Veterans Mess!
This is to confirm the arms deal? Klein managed to read between the lines and immediately got Richardson to get his coat, top hat, and cane. He rode on his carriage and headed to the sandy-yellow unique building at Hillston Borough with the member of parliament.
They entered the club and used the same room as before. Klein once again met the long-faced army colonel from the Ministry of Defence, Calvin.
After habitually exchanging pleasantries for a few minutes, Calvin finally focused on the main topic at hand. He looked at Dwayne Dantès and said with a chuckle, ”I heard from Macht that you can have 20,000 pounds available?”
”Although it will make me tight on funds, it's true that I can,” Klein replied with a smile.
Calvin nodded in satisfaction and said after some pondering, ”There won't be any need for 20,000 pounds for now. The batch of firearms, explosives, and small number of cannons reserved for you is in a particular warehouse in East Balam. There's not that much, enough to equip about three to four thousand people. Based on the price of decommissioning them, it will cost 10,000 pounds at most. Of course, you will have to give me 15,000 pounds.”
He didn't mince his words in any way, as though this was common in the Loen military.
”No problem,” Klein said and nodded calmly.
Calvin immediately chuckled.
”Excellent. Macht has a keen eye for people. A person who wants to do such business absolutely mustn't be stingy.
”That batch of firearms is worth at least 20,000 pounds in West Balam. If you can find a suitable buyer and fully showcase your experience in the area, it's entirely possible to sell them for 30,000 pounds or even more. By the way, the transportation fees and escort fees will be borne by you. We will only send two or three personnel to assist you.”
As expected, there will be monitors… Klein listened in silence, believing that it was time that he urged Admiral of Stars and Danitz to quickly provide him with information on West Balam.
He pondered for a moment and said, ”Roughly when will it begin?”
”That batch of firearms will take another two weeks before being placed in the corresponding warehouse. When it happens after that period is up to you. Hmm, you don't have to pay it in full at once. You can first pay 8,000 to 10,000 pounds and pay the rest when everything is settled.” Calvin wore an expression as though things were highly negotiable.
Two weeks later. That will be closer to the end of the month. I'll definitely have to wait until the party of the Snake of Fate's birth before leaving… I'm still waiting for his placenta blood… Klein's thoughts raced as he said, ”I'll need to carry out some preparatory work. I'll probably head to the Southern Continent in early July.”