"The Secret Rite Society? What kind of organization is this?"
Joe Butran was suspicious.
This case seems to have become even more confusing.
Jobtran had a bold guess in his mind, but he didn't have enough evidence to prove his idea.
"Perhaps, the Secret Rite Society is the secular code name for the Yellow Group's activities. We should pay more attention to this organization in the future."
Jobtran wrote down the information that Ketchlov wanted to publish and said to the clerk,
"Official personnel will come to contact your newspaper later. Please cooperate with us. Thank you."
After saying that, he immediately went downstairs to continue tracking Ketchlov.
"How boring. It's taken you so long and you still haven't come down. Humph. Men's words are deceiving." Effie squatted on the side of the road and looked at the ants crawling in an orderly manner with boredom.
Each of these ants was carrying food that was several times heavier than its own weight, preparing to return to the nest.
"Little ants, little ants, can you draw hearts?" Effie said with a pout.
Then the ants seemed to understand what Effie was mumbling, put down the food, and drew a heart on the ground.
After seeing this, Effie laughed in surprise, and her eyes curved into crescents under her smile.
"What are you looking at? Why are you laughing so happily?" Ketchlov's voice sounded from behind Effie.
Effie turned back to Ketchlov and said,
"Look, the little ant can draw hearts."
She pointed at the ants on the ground, but when she turned back to look at Ketchev, the ants picked up the food beside them and continued their work of carrying it.
Ketchlov took a look and didn't notice anything unusual about the ant, so he smiled and said to Effie,
"You must be so bored that you're squatting there."
"No! The little ant was really drawing hearts just now." Effie said angrily.
"Then look back."
Effie looked back and saw that the ants had formed an orderly queue again, carrying the food forward.
She felt a little aggrieved. She was obviously not like this just now, and looked like she was about to cry.
"Alright, alright, don't feel wronged. I have something important to do. Do you still want to follow me?"
Ketchlov asked.
"Okay, let's go." Effie said with her head down.
"Grandma is lying. It's not fun to follow him. It's boring." She muttered quietly.
"Okay, okay, please go have a fruit gratin, okay?" Ketchlov said to his savior.
"Yes! I want a big portion!" The girl opened her eyes wide, with a charming light shining in her eyes.
She was looking forward to this dessert which she had never had before. For her, dining out was a rare thing, let alone eating desserts outside.
Ketchev patted his trouser pockets, where he found the last few gold marks, which he would use to please the greedy girl.
"Then let's go." Ketchlov said to the girl who was fantasizing about the taste of Grato.
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After going downstairs, Jobtran gestured to everyone, advising them not to act rashly.
From the Munich Daily newspaper, Jobtran had already learned what Ketchlov needed to publish.
From that flowery sentence, Jobtran probably guessed what Ketchlov meant.
He was using this relatively obscure way, which would not attract public attention, to inform his superiors that he had been exposed.
As for whether they can successfully follow the clues and uncover the Yellow Group hidden behind the scenes, it depends on what actions Ketchev will take next.
Ketchev took Effie to a simply decorated dessert shop with a few pots of evergreen plants at the door as decoration.
There is a climbing plant on the door frame, but it looks a little withered.
As you step into the shop, you can smell the rich aroma of milk and sweet sugar.
The glass display case of the shop is placed in the center, filled with a wide variety of colorful gelato.
Under the glass display case, there is a dry ice refrigeration system to keep the gelato at a low temperature.
Behind the counter are bottles of pre-mixed scented tea and a freshly ground coffee machine.
"Welcome, lovely couples, what would you like?"
The owner of the dessert shop smiled warmly at the two people who entered the store.
"I still have one mark and twenty pfennigs. Can I buy Grato?" Ketchlov asked, taking out the only change he had on him. This was the last cash he had.
"You can buy a ball, but you can choose the flavor." The tall, thin, curly-haired boss said with a smile.
Ketchlov turned to Effie and spread his hands, "You can only eat one ball, you choose it yourself."
After entering the door, Effie was already lying on the glass display case, staring at the various brightly colored gelato inside with wide eyes.
"Ah, is this Gelato? Grandma never brought me to eat it. It looks delicious." Effie whispered to herself.
"Hey, Effie? Pick a flavor." Ketchlov patted Effie on the shoulder and reminded her.
"Ah, I don't know. I want to eat it so much." Effie wiped the corner of her mouth. She felt her saliva was almost about to flow out.
"How about I recommend a few flavors to you? Our best-selling one is this one, the Belgian chocolate flavor. The ingredients are fresh milk, egg yolks, sugar and chocolate chips imported from Belgium. It has a smooth texture, sweet but not greasy, and is our signature product." The boss said confidently, with his arms folded across his chest.
Looking at the brown gelatin, a little bit of caramel syrup is poured on it, which presents a beautiful and attractive color.
Effie nodded without hesitation, "That's it."
"Okay. You two sit down for a while." The boss took the change from Ketchlov's hand and put it in the drawer.
I baked an egg cone on the spot using a mixture of egg and flour and put it on a rack to cool.
Wrapping the bottom of the cone with a paper towel, the boss scooped a large spoonful of gelato with a special spoon, rolled it into a ball, and placed it firmly on the hole of the cone.
Almonds and chopped peanuts were sprinkled on it as garnish, and finally a small stick-shaped cookie was taken from the cabinet behind and inserted into the chocolate-flavored gelato.
The boss walked over to the two people who were already seated, holding the decorated Grato in his hand, and handed over two small sterling silver spoons.
He smiled politely at the two of them and said, "Enjoy your meal."
Then he handed the cone in his hand to Effie.
Effie took the cone carefully, as if she was holding a precious work of art.
She turned her wrist and looked from every angle, feeling reluctant to destroy the tempting ice cream in front of her.
Ketchev rested his chin on the palm of his right hand, looking at the girl in front of him who didn't know where to start. Suddenly he thought that this silly girl was really interesting.