Chapter 14 Inventor Leppard

On a misty morning, Klein sat at his dining table, breaking up the specially bought oatmeal bread and soaking it in milk, improving the way of eating.

Although his body has long changed, his pursuit and dedication to delicious food has been engraved in his soul, and he is completely unable to adapt to the monotonous and repetitive breakfast style of the Loen Kingdom. He can only try as much as possible, not sticking to toast, bread, bacon, Sausages, butter, and cream are trying to expand the boundaries and enrich the eating methods. For example, his recipes have added varieties such as pork pies, Fenbo noodles, and grilled corn tortillas that are popular in the South.

"The caviar from the Feysac Empire is also good, but it's too expensive, and it's only suitable for formal dinners..." Klein scooped up a small piece of soft oatmeal bread with a soup spoon, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it slightly. I felt the flowing milk dyed with wheat fragrance, and the bread became sweeter and sweeter.

After breakfast, Klein put down his fork and spoon, and in no hurry to clean up, picked up the few newspapers that had just been delivered, and read them leisurely.

Do a fortune-telling later. If you have nothing to do, visit Mr. Leppard on Saatchi Street in St. George's District to see if his new type of transportation is worth investing in... Backlund is really big, every district is almost It is equivalent to Tingen City, and the east area is particularly exaggerated, at least twice as far... The most convenient and cheapest way to travel is to turn your feet on the steam subway and then turn your feet, but it is a bit of a waste of time... Klein was thinking about it.

——The public carriage system in Backlund is similar to Tingen, and the price is similar. The only problem is that most of them are limited to a single area. If you want to go from Jowood to St. George, you need to transfer on the way Several times, the price naturally went up.

This situation makes the prospect of new forms of transportation very attractive.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At this moment, a loud knock on the door echoed and entered Klein's ears.

Who...doesn't know how to ring the doorbell... He muttered a few words, straightened his neckline, came to the door, and stretched out his hand to open it.

What appeared in front of him was an acquaintance, the plateau man who had chased little Ian on the steam subway before, with dark skin, sunken eye sockets, a thin and lean man from the plateau.

According to the results of Klein's "psychic", he is called Meursault, the "executor" of the Zmanger Party, and a leader with a high position.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for? Do you want to entrust me with something?" Klein deliberately showed a little confusion.

Meursault wore a black coat and a flamboyant silk top hat, but he was not at all a gentleman.

He looked at Klein indifferently, and asked in Loen with a strong plateau accent:

"You are Sherlock Moriarty?"

"Yes." Klein replied succinctly.

Meursault nodded stiffly and said:

"I want to entrust you to find someone."

"Let's talk about the specific situation." Klein didn't let himself show any abnormality.

Meursault shook his head coldly:

"unnecessary."

After finishing speaking, his eyes suddenly became sharp:

"The man I am looking for is Ian, Ian Wright, he has bright red eyes, he is about fifteen or sixteen years old, he likes to wear brown, old coats, and a bowler hat of the same color. I think you should know him."

Klein laughed and said:

"I do not understand what you are saying."

Meursault didn't seem to hear the other party's denial: "He is a thief who stole a very important item from me. As long as you can find him, you can get at least 10 pounds as a reward."

"You provided too few clues." Klein made an excuse at will.

"30 pounds." Meursault made a new offer.

Klein glanced at him and said:

"No, it's against my principle of confidentiality."

"50 pounds." Meursault responded coldly.

"...I'm sorry, I won't accept this task." Klein was stunned for two seconds, but finally chose to refuse.

Meursault looked at him slowly and deeply for several seconds, his gaze gradually became cold and fierce.

He didn't make any new quotations, and didn't say goodbye politely. He turned around abruptly and walked quickly to the end of the street.

This gangster's intelligence capabilities are pretty good... He actually knew that Ian had come to look for me... Klein secretly sighed a few words, but he didn't feel too much worry or fear because of it.

After all, I am someone who has faced the heir of the evil god directly, even though there is a layer of belly... As he thought about it, his smile suddenly brightened, and he began to toss a coin to decide whether to go out today.

The answer is yes.

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Saatchi Street, St. George's.

Klein, who changed from a railed stagecoach to a steam subway to a trackless stagecoach, finally arrived at his destination, spending a total of 11 pence.

As soon as he got out of the car, he found that it was raining outside, but he didn't bring an umbrella.

"According to newspapers and magazines, this is Backlund's daily life. Hats are popular because ladies and gentlemen don't carry umbrellas at all times..." Klein pressed his half-height silk top hat, and walked quickly. He rushed to the outside of house No. 9 and used the eaves to block the rain.

He patted off the obvious drops of water on his body and rang the doorbell.

But he didn't hear the voice of cuckoo and cuckoo, and he didn't notice the jingling.

"The doorbell is broken?" Klein was about to knock on the door when he heard footsteps coming from far and near.

The figure of the person who came naturally appeared in his mind, a tall and thin gentleman in his thirties with black and blue eyes. The other party was wearing a gray-blue worker's uniform, but he looked refined.

Squeak, the door opened, the gentleman rubbed his forehead and said:

"Who are you looking for? What's the matter?"

Klein took off his top hat, bent slightly and said:

"I'm here to see Mr. Repard, and I'm somewhat interested in his new means of transport."

The gentleman's eyes suddenly lit up:

"I am Repard, please come in."

He turned his body to let Klein in, but there was no coat rack in the hallway.

Klein could only rely on his cane, and followed Leppard to the living room without taking off his coat.

I have to say that this gentleman's home is very messy. There are many mechanical related items on the coffee table in the living room alone, such as wrenches, bearings and screwdrivers.

"How much do you want to invest? Ah, by the way, do you want coffee, or black tea, uh... black tea seems to be out of stock..." Leppard blurted out.

This gentleman is a bit blunt, he doesn't seem to be very good at interpersonal communication... Klein had a flash of thought, changed his planned rhetoric, and replied straightforwardly:

"I have to see your new vehicle before I can make a decision."

"I can't make promises without knowing anything."

While speaking, he looked around and saw the triangular holy emblem hanging on the wall.

This is the symbol of the god of steam and machinery, a solid triangle filled with symbols such as steam, gears and levers.

Repard had no dislike for Klein's way of getting straight to the point, and immediately said:

"I'll show you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped his head suddenly: "I almost forgot, we must first sign a non-disclosure contract to ensure that you will not steal my certificate."

Mr. Repard, your memory is not very good either... Klein smiled and said:

"no problem."

After signing the simple contract, Leppard led Klein into what looked like a living room. He opened it up with the adjacent guest room and the basement, making it much wider and emptier.

There are many parts messyly placed on the ground, and a half-person-high rough thing that looks like a carriage stands in the center.

In addition, the doorbell's wire is also connected here, and it is arranged cleverly. As long as someone pulls that rope, the mechanical device will pop out a steel ball, let it roll along a special track, hit the thing in the center, and produce the right moment. echo.

The sound was definitely not too loud, but it was enough to wake up Reppard who was obsessed with machinery.

"That's the new type of transportation you invented?" Klein pointed to the rough thing in the center.

"Yes, I figured it out based on Emperor Roselle's imagination!" Leppard replied with fanatical eyes.

"The imagination of Emperor Roselle?" Klein asked in amazement.

Reppard explained in adoring tone:

"Emperor Roselle left a manuscript in which he drew his imagination of various mechanical devices in the future. He is really an outstanding genius, no, master! Many things in it have become reality! Hehe, this book The manuscript is kept in the Church of Steam and Mechanism, not a devout believer, so there is no way to borrow it."

...Great Emperor, are you going to leave someone else alive... The corner of Klein's mouth twitched, and he almost couldn't keep smiling.

"Introduce in detail." He changed the subject.

Repard led Klein to the rough metal thing, and opened the doorway:

"It's transportation that doesn't require horses."

"The driver sits in the front left, constantly stepping on the pedals, connecting the four wheels through levers, chains, etc., making them roll forward, and on the wheels, I use rubber inflation, which will make the driving smoother. "

So, rickshaws? Klein couldn't help but complain.

He considered it and said:

"Such a huge car body, with at least four passengers, I'm afraid it won't be possible to travel very far with people alone."

"This is exactly my next goal, to reduce weight and increase leverage! But my financial situation is not optimistic enough to support more attempts." Repard looked at Klein expectantly.

"Why don't you consider other methods? For example, using steam as power?" Klein slowly organized his words.

Repard shook his head: "Someone has already figured it out, but it is very large, and it is difficult to drive on many streets."

What Klein was waiting for was this sentence:

"Then, why don't you make a simpler one, for example, only two wheels, can only carry one person, and doesn't need a shell."

"You mean the bicycle type?" Repard asked rhetorically, as if thinking.

In Roselle's manuscript? Klein nodded heavily:

"Yes. "

"Those bicycles invented by others are not very practical... Simplify this... It seems to be really possible, but it's really different... But, who would buy it?" Repard said to himself.

Klein gave the direction without hesitation:

"Postmen, working-class people who have some savings, businessmen who don't need too many decent but can save money... There are a lot of them in Backlund."

Repard thought for a while, nodded slightly and said:

"...I could try it, but I don't have money for parts..."

"I invested 100 gold pounds in you, and with the suggestion I just made, I will occupy a total of..." Klein hesitated whether to say 10% or 15% of the shares. After all, 100 pounds is not strictly speaking. too much.

"You can occupy 35% of the shares! But only limited to the bicycle project you described!" Leppard said first, afraid that the other party would make too high a request.

"Deal!" Klein smiled immediately, "Let's draft a simple contract first, and finalize this matter. I will then find a solicitor to make a formal contract and add some detailed terms. For example, if someone else To invest, you must first get my consent."

"No problem." Repard can't wait to answer, just want to buy parts quickly.

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In the darkness brought by the continuous rain, Klein returned to Minsk Street in Jorwood District.

He entered the house, went straight to the bathroom on the first floor, and comfortably solved the problem of his bloated stomach.

Crash.

As the sound of water echoed, Klein bent over to wash his hands.

At this moment, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind:

The bathroom mirror reflected him with his head down, the dim environment, and a pair of eyes on the side.

a pair of eyes!

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