The other 800 pounds, he divided into two folds, and put one in each of the left and right pockets.

Immediately afterwards, Klein opened the drawer, took two from the five deep-sea naga hairs that he had brought back to the real world in advance, wrapped them layer by layer with paper, and carefully put them into the hidden pocket of his clothes.

After finishing all this, he took his hat and cane, headed to the intersection in the light of gas street lights at night, took a carriage, and went straight to the "Brave" bar in the Backlund Bridge area.

In the lively and noisy environment, Klein insisted on finishing the glass of Southwell beer he wanted, and then walked slowly through waves of boxers cheering, left the bar, and boarded a taxi.

Feeling the rolling of the wheels, he deliberately closed his eyes, and suddenly the sound of the window being tapped sounded in his ears.

Klein's facial muscles moved slightly. He opened his eyes and looked forward. He saw the pale and exquisite Miss Sharron sitting quietly across from her.

Without waiting for the other party to ask, Klein smiled and said, "I sold the information you provided last time for a good price, the one at the Amon family mausoleum."

Sharon didn't speak, and looked at him quietly.

Klein leaned on his cane and took out two stacks of cash and a small ball of paper from his pocket.

"800 pounds plus two deep-sea naga's hair, the total value is around 1,000 pounds. This is what you should get." Klein took a breath silently, and handed over the cash and paper ball with a smile.

Sharon glanced at him, reached out and took the two items.

She lowered her head, looked at the items in her hand, and asked in an erratic and illusory voice, "How much did you sell?"

"2000 pounds, half for each person." Klein chuckled lightly.

If the "Mechanical Heart" only pays 1,500 pounds according to the original plan, then I can only owe part of it first... He thought happily.

Sharon flipped her bloodless palm, and the cash and paper balls went to nowhere.

She raised her head, said "um", and asked concisely, "What's in the mausoleum?"

"I don't know, I didn't go." Klein did not disclose the help of the magic mirror Arrods.

At this moment, he felt that if he described that experience in detail, Miss Sharron would definitely listen attentively, resting her chin on one hand as before.

This Miss "Wraith" seems to have a hobby of watching dramas and listening to various rumors... Klein summed it up.

Sharon's expression remained unchanged, she was silent for a few seconds and said, "Someone is digging a passage to the underground ruins."

"Huh?" Klein couldn't realize what the other party was talking about for a moment.

But soon he understood what the underground ruins in Sharon's words referred to.

There is only one underground ruin that both of them know, and that is the ruins of the Tudor Dynasty in the Quaternary Epoch, and there is a terrifying evil spirit in it!

Someone is digging a tunnel to get into that underground building? Klein pondered for a few seconds, and suddenly he had a burst of inspiration: "The baron?"

He had already forgotten the name of the hidden Tudor descendant. He only remembered that he also had the title of baron and lived on Sivelas Street where the Backlund Police Department was located.

"Yes." Sharon replied in the affirmative.

"What is he looking for? Doesn't he know that there is an evil spirit inside? Doesn't he know that all the Beyonders of his family died inside?" Klein asked a few questions as if talking to himself.

Sharon sat quietly and replied earnestly, "I don't know if he knows."

"...How long will it take for him to dig through?" Klein asked after deliberation.

"Two to three months, he will be alone for the time being." Sharon gave her own judgment. JrNovels.com