Chapter 311 Exploration

Madica Empire, Billing City, the coffee shop that I went to yesterday, Camus looked at the red-faced Baron Roy and smiled.

"Dear Mr. Baron, it seems that you are in a good mood."

"Of course sir, you will really surprise me. Your ability is beyond my expectation. I am deeply sorry for my slighting yesterday. You are a great detective. Dear sir, what is your name?" Roy The Baron bowed slightly and spoke in a sincere tone, and Camus returned the gesture.

"Sherlock Conan, it seems you are quite satisfied with my results."

"Of course...Mr. Sherlock Conan, you are the most dedicated detective I have ever met. To express my apology, I am going to invite you to my home for dinner."

"Ahem... Baron Roy, let's talk about the reward. As for the meal, we'll talk about it later." Camus didn't want to talk to the old man, so he directly told the purpose of what he did. Caniso was imprisoned yesterday. Going in, he wanted to go in and see what was going on inside, and see if he could rescue Caniso.

"Oh... Of course your mission was completed perfectly. I got half of the family property. This is my reward." Hearing Cammy's polite refusal, Roy was not angry. He chuckled and read from inside the thick characters. He took out three letters of recommendation and a bag of gold coins.

"I have already paid this month's dues for you. This is the recommendation letter, and this is your reward." Looking at the money bag and recommendation letter in front of him, Camus stood up and bent slightly. Regardless of whether it was a transaction or not, the other party at least helped It made me very busy.

"Originally, the reward was 30 gold coins, but I am very satisfied with your information. This is 50 gold coins." Seeing Camus being quite polite, Baron Roy smiled and spoke. Camus put away the things and looked through the glass window. Looking towards the club in the distance and seeing Camus' gaze, Roy showed a meaningful smile. He stood up holding on to his cane and spoke in a low voice.

"I live at No. 55, Justice Street, Queens. I can come as a guest when I have time, so I won't disturb you."

"Okay sir, I happen to have something to do. If I have the chance, I will definitely go." Camus responded politely and watched Baron Roy go away.

"It's time for me to open up inside."

After saying that, Camus stood up, put on his hat, and walked to the front of the club with a little pride.

"Stop, you are not a member of this club." With the same tone and the same movements, looking at the people in front of him, Camus smiled and took out the three letters of recommendation.

"I think I should be a member in the future." Hearing Camus' joking tone, several gatekeepers opened the letter of recommendation and glanced at it, then slightly bent towards Camus.

"Sorry sir, you can go in." Several people moved out of the way, and Kamius raised his eyebrows and walked into the building with a brilliant appearance.

"Huh..." After pushing open the black glass door, Camus saw an empty hall with exquisite red sofas. There were some drinks and food in front of the sofa. Camus saw several young people coming in. The lady came over.

"Sir, welcome to the Adoration Club. I am No. 78. Do you have any reservations or events?" Camus looked at the vaguely dressed lady in front of her, her nose twitched slightly, and a faint fragrance came to her face. Camus smiled.

"This is my first time coming in, can you introduce me to me?" Kamiao spoke calmly with a gentle tone.

Linka looked at this handsome boy with an immature face and was a little surprised. After all, the people who frequented this club most often were middle-aged gentlemen and elderly gentlemen. After all, the people who could enter here had different statuses, and they rarely saw them. Such a young gentleman.

"Okay sir, please follow me." Linka walked to the front and began to introduce the overall structure of the club.

"Sir, the first floor is the chess and card room and performance area. There will be some entertainment shows here every night, including magic shows, acrobatic performances and art performances. You can invite designated ladies to sit with you. Of course, some popular ladies need to make reservations."

At this point, Linka secretly looked back at Kamius, who had an indifferent expression, and continued to speak in a lower tone.

"The second floor is the restaurant, billiards room, shooting room, chess and card room, and sauna room, where you can relax. The third floor is the bedroom. If you are tired, you can go and rest." Kamiao silently wrote down the layout. At this time, Linka continued Open your mouth.

"Sir, this is your first time here. I need to take you to pay your dues."

"How much is the membership fee?" Camus asked after hearing the membership fee. The old man Roy seemed to have paid one month's membership fee for him.

"50 gold coins a month sir."

"Oh... no need, someone has already paid for me. Please take me upstairs to have a look." Seeing that there was no one on the first floor, Kamius ordered No. 78 to introduce other places.

The two of them walked slowly on the road. During this period, they also met several men with swaying steps and pale faces. Every time Linka saw a man, she would bend down and salute, while Kamius looked indifferent and treated him. It doesn't matter whether you know these people or not.

"Sir, which room do you want to play in?" Linka asked in a low voice as she looked at each room. Upon hearing this, Kamiao turned to look at Linka.

"Let's go to the third floor. I want to tell you something." Linka was dumbfounded when she heard that Kamius wanted to go straight to the third floor. Are she so anxious? However, she still followed the lead.

The two of them passed by the bustling private rooms and stepped onto the stairs on the third floor. At this moment, Camus suddenly looked towards the passage on the left. There were two men guarding the door. Behind them were rooms that looked like nothing. Looking at the gorgeous single room, Kami raised his eyebrows.

"What's that for?" Linka said expressionlessly after hearing Camus' question.

"Sir, that's our residential area, which is not open to guests."

"Have you been here all the time? Have you never been out?" Camus wrote down the terrain here, and asked again on the way upstairs.

"Yes, sir, we haven't been out." Linka answered vaguely, without saying much. Camus turned around and pinched her chin, looking down at her.

"Are there any newcomers? You should know what I mean."

This sudden change scared Linka, and she calmed down and spoke softly.

"Sir, the newcomers are prepared for those nobles. If you need them, you can apply, but the chances are not high."

"Okay, I know, you go down, I'll go up by myself, get me some food and juice, is there anything to pay attention to?" Camus's face did not change when he heard it, he turned around and walked up, Linka was a little dumbfounded when he heard Camus's instructions, he thought Camus would do something special, but he didn't expect it was just for sleeping.

"Any questions?" Seeing Linka silent, Camus said lightly.

"No problem sir, the rooms with red cards are occupied, you can choose the other rooms."

"That's good, I'll go up by myself. Of course, I don't mind you taking one more. I think I need someone to have lunch with." Hearing that Camus changed her mind again, Linka opened her mouth and answered quickly.

"No problem sir, what food do you want to eat?"

"Whatever, I'll wait for you in Room 103." Camus looked at a room with a green card and said lightly. Linka turned and left when she heard it, and Camus shrugged and walked over.

"Click..." At this moment, a room with a red card opened, and an elderly gentleman walked out with a relaxed look on his face. His face was quite ruddy, and there were a few sweat stains on his gray hair. When he saw that Camus was alone, he spoke awkwardly.

"Are you alone, sir?"

"Um..." Camus replied vaguely, and at this time a lady in a white gauze dress with a little purple on her skin walked out from behind the door. She also saw Camus and hurriedly bent over.

"Good afternoon, sir."

"Well, you guys play, I'm going in." Camus responded expressionlessly and pushed open the door of 103. If he hadn't seen it wrong just now, this old man was a superhuman. He was even more curious about this hidden superhuman organization. With such a huge network of relationships, the power behind it can be imagined.

The old man looked at Camus's back and showed a thoughtful expression. His sixth sense told him that this was also a superhuman, and he didn't know what sequence it was.

"Viscount Pixiu, do you need to take a bath to relax?" At this time, the young lady in white gauze looked at the old man in front of her carefully and spoke in a low voice.

"No, I'll go down by myself." The old man tidied his clothes and went downstairs.

"Sir, good afternoon..." At this time, Linka came up from the second floor with food. The old man looked back at room 103 and pointed to the room and spoke lightly.

"Is it delivered to 103?"

"Yes, sir."

The old man patted Linka's shoulder casually and walked downstairs.

"Go up." Linka looked at the old man inexplicably, and finally went up with the food.

"Ka..." Linka just pushed open the door and saw Camus standing at the door looking at him. He walked over and patted her shoulder.

"Please sit down." Camus gentlemanly opened a stool for Linka and looked out the door with deep eyes.

On the second floor, just when Camus patted Linka, the old man turned his head in shock, and he looked upstairs in surprise.

"You found it so quickly? Which sequence of extraordinary people is this?"

Upstairs, Camus walked into the washroom to comfort Linka. His eyes gradually turned red and blue. A hideous baby ghost was pressed against the wall by him. Even though Camus held the baby ghost down, it was still screaming hard. A ball of black silk appeared in his mouth. The silk thread twisted like life and rushed to Camus's face.

Just when the silk thread was about to rush to his face, a mirror blocked him, and the ghost's body gradually became ethereal and turned into a black line and was sucked into the mirror.

"Just because others can't do anything to you doesn't mean I can't." Camus sneered, washed his hands and went to the bathroom.

On the first floor, the old man who was about to go out paused. He looked back stiffly. Just now, he lost contact with the ghost, which means that the ghost was killed by him.

"Humph..."

After a while, the old man snorted coldly and walked out.

On the third floor, Camus smiled at Linka, whose face was pink after drinking red wine.

"Madam, can I ask your name?"

"Linka."

"Oh... do you know who the owner of this club is?" Camus picked up the wine glass and took a sip, speaking expressionlessly. What he saw in his dream was much better than this. This little temptation was useless to him. In addition, he didn't know what happened recently, and he seemed to feel more and more indifferent to women.

"It's Viscount Hanni." Linka exhaled a breath of fragrance, and Camus nodded slightly when he heard it. This was very close to his own calculation.

"So who are the people in the club? It seems to me that they are all nobles."

"Yes, this club is only open to nobles and wealthy businessmen. Mr. Sherlock Conan, what about you? You are so young, you must be a noble." Linka moved slightly to Camus' side, and Camus even smelled his body fragrance.

"Oh...you are drunk, Ms. Linka." Linka felt Camus' voice in her ear, becoming softer and softer, and she fell asleep. Seeing her fall asleep, Camus looked at Linka's back and sneered meaningfully. She just felt a familiar magical property on Linka, which was exactly the same as Anna's at the beginning, which meant that these young girls were controlled by someone, and even they were controlled to forget some memories.

"Alas...but what if I know? I don't have the ability to clean up here. There are at least more than ten extraordinary people here, not even counting those nobles. I'll find a way later. As for Kaniso, I'm sorry." After thinking for a moment, Camus sighed. It's not that he didn't want to help, but he had no ability at all. He felt the different extraordinary properties of Bagu on the second floor, and he was still too weak now.