aircannonsinc Chapter 106 Klein: We're in big trouble.
Chapter 106 Klein: We're in big trouble.
In the evening, Klein was walking home.
Since the guild headquarters is not far from his rented house, going to the guild for a free lunch every day has become an unwavering habit in his life.
Clutching the free dinner he'd packed from the guild canteen, Klein happily pushed open his door.
The moment the door opened, a chill ran straight to my head.
The Joker's intuition was triggered!
Whoosh!
A small black-feathered arrow grazed his cheek and embedded itself in the door frame, its arrowhead gleaming with a stark white, bone-like sheen.
If he had hesitated even slightly and hadn't immediately rolled away to dodge, he certainly wouldn't have been able to avoid this sudden attack.
Seeing that the sneak attack had failed, a black figure immediately approached Klein at high speed, arriving in front of him at a speed that no ordinary person could reach, and kicked out with the back of his foot.
With a "bang," Klein instinctively raised his arm to block, but he felt his entire arm go numb instantly, and he was sent flying.
The opponent is an extraordinary individual skilled in hunting!
Meursault! The gangster's executioner!
Klein recognized the other party's identity and quickly sketched out a way to retaliate in his mind.
……
"He, he, he..."
Meursault fell in front of Klein and crashed heavily to the ground.
Fresh blood, bubbling slightly, flowed from the wound on his neck.
A paper contract was stuck in his neck, severing his trachea.
He stared at Klein in disbelief, his bloodied fingers leaving several bloody scratches on the ground. He opened his mouth, trying to say something...
"Well…"
Finally, his body twitched a few times and then fell silent.
Looking at the corpse before him, Klein activated his spiritual vision. After confirming that the person was dead and that there were no other spiritual reactions around, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Clearly, Meursault misjudged his strength.
If he weren't a Sequence 8 Joker and didn't have the ability to turn paper into iron, he probably wouldn't have been able to stop the enemy's hunt. But unfortunately, there are no "ifs".
"Several chairs are broken, and the coffee table is unusable..." Looking at the mess in the living room and dining room, Klein grinned and chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"Ha ha…"
"Hahaha!"
A burst of laughter echoed in the room, creating an eerie atmosphere.
A few dozen seconds later, Klein arrived at Meursault's body.
"Damn it..."
Hopefully, this won't lead to any major trouble...
He prayed silently as he prepared for a spiritual connection.
……
Inside the office on the third floor of the Truth Guild.
Charles flipped through the account books in front of him, a sense of unease creeping into his mind.
"My expenses have been quite high lately..."
"Intelligence fees, bribes, and food expenses..."
"Well……"
"Should we ban takeout?" The thought had barely crossed his mind when he rejected it. "Never mind, it's just some food."
As a guild manager, balancing income and expenditure is his responsibility. Only through proper management can he accumulate enough merit to truly rise to the management level.
"Welfare spending is a bit high... but it's basic and can't be touched..."
"And those vampires..." Charles picked up another account and started looking through it.
"Antiques and paintings are understandable, but beans, tobacco... and dolls and stuff like that."
"Why do they all like collecting all sorts of random things!" Charles put down his ledger and grumbled.
These immortal beings always like to collect things that ordinary people can't understand. To be honest, they spend piles of gold pounds on these things, and Charles really doesn't want to approve these loans.
In reality, most vampires still care about their reputation and can generally pay off their debts, but their repayment periods can be as long as several decades...
Lending them money is essentially a race against inflation...
But there's no other way; we still have to borrow what we need to borrow. The vampire clan is powerful and has a long history, making them essential targets for winning over.
Moreover... based on the information he has gathered over the years, it seems that some of the higher-ups in the society are vampires.
……
"Knock knock knock!"
"Enter."
"Director Charles..." the man bowed respectfully.
"Don't be nervous," Charles said, reassuring the other person who seemed flustered.
"What happened... Vittor, you're a long-time member of the guild."
Why are you in such a panic?
"Director..." The middle-aged man named Witt hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I have a friend who was... he was arrested by the church."
"That doctor?" Charles pressed his temples.
"Yes, it was him. He was caught in a surprise inspection while treating patients."
"Doctor..." Charles muttered to himself.
The doctor remembered that, to be precise, Victor's friend was a real "pharmacist" who mainly took on auxiliary tasks in the guild.
He also helped out on several missions when the society was short of medical personnel.
Therefore, the other person is the kind of person who will help whenever possible.
"Which church arrested him?" Charles asked.
"It's the Church of Storms. Those scapegoats don't want to hear any explanations. He..."
"Did he get into an argument with the substitute?" Charles asked, somewhat puzzled.
There is an unwritten agreement between the guild and various churches. In principle, as long as you show your status as a formal member of the guild, the church will generally turn a blind eye.
"Yes." Vittor nodded. "He was so angry, so he..."
"Tsk"
Charles clicked his tongue, interrupting the other person.
Arguing with officials is never a wise move, regardless of the circumstances.
He knew the Church of Storms all too well; they were rude and barbaric. Their style of doing things was very much in line with the potion's name, "The Wrathful People."
Dealing with them is often exhausting; those guys are stubborn and extremely arrogant.
As for other churches...
Although the members of the Church of the Night appear polite, they are actually quite cunning, and you can never be too careful when dealing with them.
As for the Church of Steam and Machinery... several of its high-ranking members look at their colleagues with strange eyes, making one wonder if they've gone mad from researching gears.
It can be said that each of the righteous churches has its own quirks.
"I'll talk to their bishop, you don't need to worry so much..."
After comforting Victor for a few moments, Charles changed the subject and began lecturing him again.
"I've said before that I should curb my excessive empathy. Doctors always seem to enjoy treating people in the East District for free."
"The behavior itself isn't wrong, but it's too flashy..."
"The people in the church are all ruthless and heartless."
"They don't care whether you have your reasons or not..."
Charles became excited as he spoke and stood up straight from his office chair.
At that moment, he noticed that there seemed to be a group of people gathered outside the office.
"You have quite a few doctor friends..."
He simply opened the office door and said:
"So everyone, don't complain about the fees charged by the guild."
"This is how the Wild Extraordinary are perceived by the Church."
"Without money, how can the guild help you?"