"That's it? Including the official organizations of the three major churches, you can only provide this little clue after a month of investigation?"

"Of course there are more! But those clues... I'm afraid they won't be of use." Kang Si tried to calm down the anger caused by the provocative expert, and his speech speed unconsciously increased, "If you agree to accept the conditions, you will be in these two contracts.

Sign the book. By the way, you also need to fill in the missing content, for example, you must hand over all the manuscripts that were copied privately..."

Looking down at the contract in front of him, which clearly contained extraordinary power, Arthur Watson didn't seem to think too much. He readily signed his name in fancy fonts in the blank space in the lower right corner, and then pushed it back to Constellation.

One side.

"Okay, please raise your hand and let me see your donation list."

Kang Si was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised his hand to take away the organized organizational information, and looked at the two contracts signed by the same two names:

“Are you sure you don’t need to read the terms and content a few more times?”

Arthur Watson, who was flipping through the information in his hand, responded casually:

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

...I really wanted to beat him up. Kang Si clenched his fists with great restraint and began to take a deep breath to adjust his mood.

But before he could recover, the blond young man in front of him quickly circled a location on the map, then closed the pen cap again and tapped the table:

"I've made my choice. Let's decide on this public theater for the time being."

"West Oliver Public Theater..." Conse whispered the name of the building corresponding to that location, and the vague sense of familiarity lingering in his mind made him try to remember.

Soon, he remembered a small incident that happened last year: According to news from one of his aristocratic friends, a theater in the West End publicly performed a satirical and controversial comedy, which offended conservatives.

Big figures in the party have lost many well-backed sponsors, and may one day close down their business.

If he chooses to donate to this opera house, he may get into some unnecessary trouble, but since the people above have included this public theater within the scope of donation, he may not need to worry about these things...

Conse was hesitating whether to explain this, but he didn't expect that Arthur Watson seemed to be able to read his mind and saw his unspoken secret, and raised his lips and smiled.

"You seem a little confused as to why I chose this theater?"

"No, I didn't." Anyway, the donation will be given in your name. Even if there is trouble, we will come to you. What does it have to do with our MI9? After thinking about this, Kang Si felt much better in an instant.

"Actually, it's a coincidence that at a night dance two days ago, in order to avoid the limelight, I hid in the violin band playing dance music, and thus got to know the violinists from the West Oliver Public Theater. They and

I mentioned that the operating conditions of the theater are not very good, and normal performances cannot be held. More and more people have chosen to leave. They are almost the last few members of the troupe who are still holding on. If they can't perform, there will be no income, theater manager

There is no way to pay wages, so most of the time they have to rely on the money they get from working outside to make ends meet..."

Due to the deep impression of that dance, Conse reluctantly recalled the scene at that time, and gradually realized that what he said did indeed happen that night:

"...If that's the case, why don't they leave the theater?"

"I didn't ask that deeply, but it was just for some simple reasons, such as dreams and personal emotions."

Kang Si was a little surprised, as if he had never thought that this man with an arrogant attitude and always thought that everything was under his control could say such thoughtful words.

"But let's bring the topic back to the dance. This gentleman, if I'm not mistaken, we seemed to have met that day, right? I have to say that your expression at that time was really funny, especially the look that came from nowhere.

The strange hostility that comes from you is very similar to those lower male animals that find it difficult to show their charm in front of the opposite sex and become angry because of it. I am very curious whether the emotion that dominates you is inferiority complex or some childhood shadow that is inconvenient to explain to outsiders.

...Oh, if I keep talking, will you raise your fist and hit me in the face right then and there? Forget it, let’s shake hands in peace.”

Arthur Watson extended his right hand in a friendly manner:

"Wish we can co-operate well."

"It's a pleasure to work together."

Kang Si gritted his teeth, unclenched his fist, and clenched it hard.

…………

At six o'clock in the morning, the rain that lasted all night stopped.

Klein woke up at seven o'clock on time and looked out the window at the same gloomy and hazy sky as usual. He suddenly realized that he had spent too much spiritually last night and was mentally exhausted. He actually fell asleep while waiting for someone to come home.

Fortunately, I was lying on the bed waiting... No, why does this sound so wrong?

He shook off distracting thoughts, left the warm bed, and prepared to go downstairs to wash up as a habit.

But when he reached the stairs, he heard faint sounds coming from the first floor, and smelled the unique fluffy aroma of cooked food and freshly baked bread, Klein immediately stopped.

"I almost forgot, there is an extra guest at home..." There is also a bodyguard lady hidden in an unknown mirror...

He whispered to himself, shook his head, and returned to the bathroom on the second floor that was closer to the bedroom. In order to avoid some embarrassing scenes, he had always consciously used the bathroom on the first floor, but now,

Alice herself does not need these facilities, and "Watson" is also a male like him, so there is no need to be so particular...

With this in mind, Klein put his hand on the bathroom doorknob, then pushed the door open and entered.

The figure who was carrying a piece of light underwear and putting it into the laundry basket slowly turned his head, and his waist-length light blond hair swayed gently, gradually revealing the graceful shape of the butterfly bone and the lightly sunken spine line...

boom.
Chapter completed!