I hope to get other treatment insights. The subtext of this sentence is that Mrs. Doris's health condition...even if it is not a serious illness, it may be some kind of chronic disease or geriatric disease that is difficult to be completely cured, or it may require expenses.

Expensive medical expenses...

Klein couldn't help but fell silent.

Although the insurance industry in this world started in the Fourth Age, after the promotion and development of Emperor Russell, it has formed a relatively mature industry system, but it is still based on various insurances of maritime trade, fire insurance, etc.

Nominal pension insurance is the main body, and investors are mostly rich and middle class. Due to the lack of financial investment from state units, social welfare welfare protection such as medical insurance has rarely achieved success.

Even in Backlund, the capital of the Kingdom, when people encounter disease difficulties, they either choose to bite the bullet and endure it, or use their wages and savings to go to the hospital or clinic for treatment. If unfortunately they are seriously ill and their financial conditions cannot afford the corresponding medical treatment.

The cost leaves only a cold and cruel reality that we have to face.

For ordinary people who have no ability to withstand risks, and even those who live in poverty, suffering from serious illness is almost a terrible signal that is equal to death.

He thought a lot unknowingly, and he knew that with a decent job as a lawyer and a decent salary, Jurgen's family would not be faced with the desperate situation he had just imagined, but he still felt a little unspeakable helplessness.

Seemingly realizing that he had lost his temper, lawyer Jurgen quickly spoke to break the brief silence that enveloped the foyer:

"Come in and sit down first. Breakfast should be ready soon. Also...please don't mention what you just said to my grandma."

The two people who moved to the living room tacitly agreed not to continue the previous topic. Lawyer Jurgen seemed to have prepared a plan for this morning's reception. With a serious face that was completely insulated from jokes, he chatted with Klein about Backlund.

The private detective industry cited facts and data to him, citing cases where private detectives are extorted, intimidated, and blackmailed by the police almost every month, and seriously stated that most private detectives would choose to cooperate with regular lawyers to avoid certain unfair situations.

Necessary trouble.

"At least, if one day you are detained by the police station for illegally possessing a gun, having a cooperative lawyer will give you one more choice." Jurgen hinted at something with a serious face.

Klein could only respond with a humorous smile:

"Lawyer Jurgen, based on the presumption of guilt, it makes me feel like you are cursing me... Well, I guess you can say to the police when they interrogate me, 'I have the right to remain silent.

,If you have any questions, please contact my cooperating lawyer'?"

Jurgen shook his head and said:

"No, I will help collect evidence to prove that you are armed with a gun to poach hares in the mountain forests in the suburbs during your free time on weekends. In that case, you will be sentenced by the Magistrate Court to violating the 'Poaching Imitation Act'. If you are

If you are a first-time offender, you only need to pay a fine of about 1 to 2 pounds to settle the problem. If you are judged to have violated the "Arms Control Order", the fine may be increased to more than 5 pounds, and before that you have not

You have to squat in the detention room of the police station for at least a week. You must know that this week's detention time may have a huge negative impact on the detective's work, so many private detectives who have had similar experiences will choose to pay double.

Triple the fine to exchange for freedom in advance."

It turns out that this is it... To put it simply, it means that I can pay less. Of course, I can understand the importance of money. After all, the trouble I got into recently was because of a certain commission with a fee of 5 pounds...

Klein continued to smile awkwardly but politely, and changed the subject:

"In fact, I met the police who came to visit me yesterday. Fortunately, I was not intimidated or blackmailed by him."

To be honest, I only bought my revolver after the police came to my door.

"Maybe your luck is not too bad." Jurgen nodded lightly and said without further questioning.

Klein was about to continue speaking when he heard old lady Doris shouting loudly from the restaurant not far away:

"Boys, come over for breakfast!"

Following lawyer Jurgen into the restaurant, he quietly turned on his spiritual vision.

The old lady Doris, who looked very good-looking, energetically held up the spoon and poured the thick yellow-green liquid into the bowl on the table. Beside her was Arthur, who seemed to be responsible for bringing the big black soup pot to the restaurant.

Watson also received special care from her. He was given a large bowl of "bean and turnip soup" and two large pieces of white bread were placed on the plate next to him.

But in the spiritual vision, the aura that expresses the physical state, and the colors surrounding old lady Doris are not as healthy as she appears on the surface. Except for the fact that she is too old, the whole body shows a thin white vitality.

, the color of the lung area is also less optimistic.

"Come, sit down and try my specialty soup." Mrs. Doris enthusiastically greeted her grandson and another guest to sit down, as if she couldn't see that the pile of food looked suspiciously close to dark cuisine.

Serve them bread with a smile on their face.

Noticing Attorney Jurgen's increasingly serious and meticulous expression, Klein's heart skipped a beat. While controlling his facial muscles, he took the time to turn off his spiritual vision and forced himself to sit down in the empty seat next to Watson.

Try to overcome the immediate difficulties first, and then consider other things...

Klein saw Arthur Watson put the bread dipped in suspiciously thick soup into his mouth and chewed it slowly without changing his expression, so he made up his mind to start breakfast by learning this way of eating.

"My grandma was an excellent cook when she was young." Lawyer Jurgen, who had a serious expression but relaxed movements, said casually after the guests had tasted the soup.

Indeed, although the presentation looks a bit bad, the food tastes pretty good. But looking at this man's face as if he doesn't enjoy the food at all is really unappetizing. If Watson hadn't been so pretty...

…

Klein didn't say anything he complained about, and quietly enjoyed the layered salty taste of the soup and the soft texture of the bread.

Arthur Watson swallowed the food he was chewing, smiled and clarified for the old lady beside him:

"I don't deny that Ms. Doris is also an excellent cook now."

"Oh, sweetheart, your mouth is as sweet as honey. No wonder Brody is fascinated by you too!"

Even without Mrs. Doris's emphasis, Klein could still see a black, slender shadow with a raised tail from the corner of his vision, spinning back and forth around Watson's feet. From time to time, he would take the initiative to rub her trousers with his chin and head.

, a roaring sound like an imperial engine came from the throat.

It must be the charm ability that is working, yes.

He sighed deeply and tried hard not to think about the issues related to pet sterilization. At least not while eating.

After breakfast, Lawyer Jurgen invited people to the study on the first floor on the pretext that he wanted to ask Arthur Watson a question. Since he knew the content of their discussion, Klein felt that he did not seem to intervene. I took over the cat toys and started playing with the black cat Brody in the living room.

But gradually, he discovered a problem.

The black cat sat firmly on the sofa with his front paws in his hands, his green eyes following the rhythm of the cat toy in his hand, but he refused to stand up and move, and did not cooperate in the play at all. intention.

Whenever Klein stopped, the black cat would look up and stare at the stranger he had met twice, squinting at him with contempt in his eyes.

The obvious differential treatment even made him feel that he might as well show off the shameless politeness of a big foodie country and go to the kitchen to help old lady Doris wash the dishes.

Fortunately, the awkward confrontation with Black Cat Brody did not last long, because Arthur Watson appeared at the door of the living room, with a matter-of-fact expression reminding him that it was time to say goodbye to the lawyer and his family.

After bidding farewell to Mrs. Doris, Klein took the lead to step out of the townhouse at No. 58 and returned to the street where the fog was no longer so thick. He couldn't help but turn his head and look at Watson who had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his windbreaker:

"Didn't Lawyer Jurgen say anything to you? How come you finished talking to him so quickly?"

"He wanted to consult me ​​about Ms. Doris's lung problem, but in fact there are not many solutions I can provide." She stopped using her smiling expression and relaxed tone, and just stated plainly, "After all, we have to live in this world. In a city with such serious air pollution, winter is about to come again. Ms. Doris is at a point where it is not surprising that the situation will worsen at any time. In addition, she is older, and there is no prescription that can To cure her... Unless the family moves to a city with a better environment and warmer weather all year round, then there is still some hope."

"Can't you cure her with your...those things?" Klein used vague pronouns to replace those extraordinary powers that were inconvenient to mention directly outside.

She took out her right hand, briefly drew half a strange and mysterious symbol in mid-air, and then put her hand back into the warm pocket:

"You mean this kind of method? Well, in essence, although these strategies of mine can indeed get rid of diseases, they are not unlimited and omnipotent, not to mention the principle of treatment... No, let's not mention them first. Whether I can accept this development trend? Since it is difficult to start from the patient's side, I naturally have other roundabout strategies.

First, he needed to replace all the non-smokeless coal in the home to ensure that the fireplace in the home would not emit ash dust that would worsen Ms. Doris’ condition. Next, I provided lawyer Jürgen with some drawings and prescriptions for him to find. People make the device on the drawing, then put the purchased herbs into the device, and finally hang the device at the ventilation window of the home... You should be able to understand the purpose of this, I won't explain it more."

Klein was stunned for a moment before reacting:

"...used to purify the air?" Isn't that an air purifier, a steam-era version?

"Of course, this is only treating the symptoms, not the root cause." She sighed with her eyes slightly lowered, "After all, humans and cats are two different creatures. Some cats just want a sheltered home so they don't have to live on the streets anymore.

Wandering means you can sit contentedly by the fire and enjoy the warmth; but if you lock people in a house and prevent them from leaving, it will only arouse people's depression and disgust, and will only make people crave more freedom from the outside world..."

Klein understood what she meant and was about to organize his thoughts into a verbal response when he suddenly realized that the atmosphere on the street was a little strange - strictly speaking, it started when they walked out of Lawyer Jurgen's house.

A moment later, or perhaps earlier, the member of the Zmange Party who was monitoring them had quietly retreated, so his premonition and intuition did not continue to warn him that he was being followed.

"Do you feel it? The people who are monitoring us..." Thinking that the distance between his home and the end of the street is not too far, Klein couldn't help but tighten his lower lip, took out the fortune-telling coin from his pocket, and skillfully flicked it up and caught it.

.

The pattern on the front of the gold coin is facing up, which means that he confirms his guess - the gangsters responsible for monitoring No. 15 Minsk Street have left this neighborhood!

What's going on? Why do I suddenly see a sign that the crisis is over...

Klein instinctively cast his gaze on the handsome face beside him that had a dull reaction:

"Did you do something?"

However, she seemed to tilt her head and feel it for a while, then shook her head in a funny way:

"No, although I expected this situation, it was too early. Before I had time to do anything, they removed the surveillance people... It's okay. You can go do your work. I'll go home first.

Just remember to say hello to me in advance before the afternoon meeting."

Since she said so, Klein finally decided to seize the time and took a series of transfers to the St. George District by public transportation, signed a formal investment contract with the inventor Leppard, and then returned to the public library in the Jowood District.

I plan to look for news related to Ambassador Intis from the "Tasok News", which mainly published political events in the past year.

Although the Zimenger Party's sudden move to remove surveillance personnel seemed to imply that his situation had eased, but it was a matter of life and death. Klein did not dare to let down his guard easily. He tried to lock down the ambassador's name as soon as possible and wait until the afternoon to find time to remove the ashes.

Use the fog space to divine the follow-up progress.

The process of flipping through the newspaper was extremely boring. His sleep quality was not very good last night. He almost forced himself to read through the pages where photos of political celebrities were published. He immediately switched to the next page without any sense of spiritual familiarity.

newspaper.

About two or three hours later, near noon, he finally regained his energy and saw the familiar face he had seen in the dream divination, and an Intis in a newspaper dated May.

formula name.

Beckland Jean Martin…

After silently reciting the ambassador's full name two or three times, Klein was about to close the newspaper and return the large bundle of "Tasok News" he had borrowed. He accidentally glanced at the title above the black and white photo, and suddenly

Stopped moving.

"What is this... to welcome the religious diplomacy and the visit of the Intis clerical envoy..."

His heart moved slightly, and he calmed down to read the press release carefully, and noticed that in addition to the single black and white photo of Ambassador Backlund, there was also a group photo of the clergy delegation taken when they entered the country.

Although the name of any clerical envoy was not mentioned in the entire press release, Klein only stared at the group photo for less than two seconds before identifying an area near the center that could be called the C position.

A certain familiar and handsome face appeared.

"...Leonard?"
Chapter completed!