"The folklore of the Southern Continent is really different from ours." Audrey looked down at the feather hat in the gift box and praised it sincerely. "But it still suits my taste very well."
Her last sentence was half-sincere and half-polite. On the one hand, she did feel that the processed feather looked like a work of art, but on the other hand, she felt that its style was too obvious and extreme. It wasn't something she liked to use as an accessory.
This was just like how many people would be interested in items with unique patterns and mysterious patterns when visiting ancient ruins. They would praise them endlessly, but few would buy such items to put at home or use as accessories.
When Klein heard that, he smiled and said, "There are actually great differences between the various folklore of the Southern Continent.
"The various folklore of the Southern Continent is actually very different. East and West Balam, the highlands, and the river valleys are almost completely different. Of course, they also have similarities. For example, they revere gold, believing that this metal possesses magical powers."
Having said that, he pointed at the feather in Audrey's hand.
"Legend has it that those who wear this hat will obtain the protection of a feathered serpent, which is also Death."
He was hinting at the hidden use of the feather.
Audrey, who was already a Sequence 6 of the Spectator pathway, easily understood the hidden meaning in Mr. World's words. She understood that the hat could receive the response of the so-called Death at critical moments and play a certain role.
As for how to do it, it was a basic knowledge of mysticism. Audrey had a very solid grasp of it, so there was no need for Mr. Dawn Dantès to explain it further.
She smiled faintly without showing her teeth.
"I really like it. I'll place it on my hat at suitable occasions."
That's right. It's really easy to speak to a Spectator … Klein returned with a smile and pointed outside the door.
"I still have some gifts to give out."
"You're the most popular person here today," Audrey replied with a smile, using this tactful method to express her gratitude.
At the same time, she felt a little vexed. She was hesitating if she should find an opportunity to inform Mr. World, who had been involved in Cuarón's suicide case and was rather interested in it.
Hmm, it's almost Monday. I'll leave it until I'm on the Tarot. It'll be easier to communicate when the time comes … Coincidentally, I also want to seek Mr. The Hanging Man and Ma 'am Hermit's advice on how to deal with the present situation, especially how to guard against the cues and hypnosis of High-Sequence Beyonders. After all, I can't pray to Mr. Fool in advance every time to obtain the angel's blessings … On careful thought, that kind of hypnosis is really terrifying. I'll do as I'm told without realizing it … Audrey's thoughts were like boiling water as they bubbled.
This made her suspect that many people in Baekeland's high society had been hypnotized and had done things against their true thoughts and wishes.
In addition, she also vaguely understood something.
Every time her father and mother went to Saint Samuel Cathedral to participate in the Mass, the person in charge of presiding over the ritual was definitely the archbishop of Baekeland. And the person who held this position was definitely a demigod of the Church of Evernight!
At times, His Grace would even take the initiative to visit us and chat with us … Is this to prevent such matters from happening? That's why Hvin Rambis didn't go overboard with her hypnosis? Audrey watched Dawn Dantès walk out of her office. After closing the door, she sat down again, picked up a fountain pen, and scribbled on a piece of paper.
By the time she reined in her thoughts, the piece of white paper in front of her had intertwined circles. There was a pair of cold eyes and a human face with scattered lines.
With just a glance, Audrey tensed up. She hurriedly used the friction between her spirituality and matter to ignite the piece of white paper, burning it to ashes.
The random scribbling had, to a certain extent, reflected her true emotions and thoughts!
And to a qualified Psychiatrist, interpreting such drawings was basic; therefore, Audrey didn't leave any traces behind.
After a while, Klein finished delivering the gifts and chatted with the directors for a while. Then, he entered the room meant for a part-time director like him to rest. He found a pen and paper, sat on the sofa, and began writing in thought.
"Honorable Mr. Aztec …"
Back in the Southern Continent, Klein had written a letter about how Adam had obtained 0-08 and how he, Leonard, and Daly had successfully avenged Ince Zangwill. By blowing the copper whistle and summoning a messenger, he sent it to the sleeping Mr. Aztec. Without a doubt, he had yet to receive a reply.
As for the mention of Adam and 0-08 in the letter, Klein didn't mind at all. After all, the Angel of Imagination definitely knew of his relationship with Mr. Aztec. And sharing what he had encountered with someone he was familiar with wouldn't result in any intense reactions.
This time, the contents of Klein's letter didn't involve the domain of the Beyonder. With a smile and a gentle pen, he shared in detail the situation of the bursary that he had just learned from Audrey and the other trustees. At the end, he said,
At the end, he said, "… This is really a meaningful matter. I feel satisfied and delighted. Mr. Aztec, do you think so too?
"When you wake up, perhaps you can try doing something similar. In the future, every time you revive, you will be able to see the children you helped. When that happens, although you won't remember them, they will definitely remember you …"
After finishing writing, he put down the fountain pen and carefully read it again. After confirming that there were no problems, he blew the copper whistle and summoned the skeleton messenger to take the letter away.
Following that, he left the Rouen Charity Bursary Foundation with his valet, Enuni, and came to the nearby Saint Samuel Cathedral. He silently prayed for fifteen minutes in the dark and serene prayer hall.
Just like before, Klein came to the donation box and threw a stack of cash into it. It was a total of 80 pounds.
Taking this opportunity, he found Bishop Elektra and chatted with him for a while. He listened to the sermon.
This announced the return of Dawn Dantès to religious social circles.
As for the gifts, Klein didn't give them in person because he was in the Goddess's cathedral. In private, Butler Walter would naturally send the items to the bishops' homes on his behalf.
…
At tea time, Klein left 160 Böklund Street according to his schedule and went to visit Dr. Allen. Richardson had already informed him in the morning and received a reply that it was fine.
This time, not only did Klein meet Dr. Allen Ceres, but he also met his wife, Wilma Gladys, as well as the newborn baby and his elder brother and sister who were only a few years old.
"What a pity that I wasn't able to participate. Uh …" Klein deliberately paused and successfully waited for Werner Gladys to reply with a smile, "Will."
He reorganized his words and said, "What a pity.
I went to East Balam and wasn't able to attend Will's birth banquet.
"This is a rather popular amulet over there. It can bring good luck to children."
As he spoke, he handed the golden accessory in his hand to Dr. Aaron.
Allen Ceres was not a very eloquent person. He did not refuse and took it directly. He nodded and said,
He took it and nodded.
"Thank you." Following that, he held the rope and hung the golden amulet into the pram beside him.
"Do you like it, Will?"
The chubby baby wrapped in silver silk raised his arm and swung it, sending the golden amulet flying.
He punched out …
The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became a little awkward. Klein chuckled and broke the silence.
"This is a reaction that all children will have."
At this time, the maid brought in a three-tiered tray with afternoon tea and snacks, which allowed the host and the guest to change the topic, and the atmosphere became harmonious again.
As Klein drank the black tea and ate the pastries, he began talking about the unique customs of East and West Balam. It piqued the interest of Allen, his wife, and the other two children. They would ask from time to time.
During this process, Klein suddenly turned his face to the stroller and asked with a smile,
"You don't seem to like my gift?"
While he was speaking, Allen and his wife, as well as the other people in the living room, didn't show any signs of abnormality. They were still listening attentively.
In the illusion scene created by Klein, the narration did not stop!
The fleshy Will Auceptin snorted when he heard that and said in a childish voice, "That's right.
"What's the point of this gift?
"Why don't you just give me Gwadar? At least it's drinkable!"
Klein shook his head with a smile and said, "I have news for you.
Ouroboros has been injured by someone. He probably won't be able to continue searching for you for a period of time. "
He didn't dare mention Adam's name and title. He didn't even think about it, afraid that the leader of the Twilight Hermit Order would notice him and discover the whereabouts of Snake of Fate Will Auceptin.
As for the description of the Amon brothers, Klein temporarily gave up on it. This was because no one knew if Amon was still in Baekeland. Frequently mentioning the Angel of Time's name might lead to a meeting of fate.
However, Klein believed that Will Auceptin would be able to guess who had injured the Angel of Fate. This was because the only ones who were still active in the real World and were of a higher level than Ouroboros were Adam and Amon.
The description he used was "someone." This eliminated the possibility of a few angels attacking him or using a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact.
Will Auceptin fell silent for a moment before saying, "I knew it.
"I knew it. The deviation in your fate is a good thing in the long run."
After exchanging the information, Klein was just about to dispel the illusion when he suddenly heard Will Auceptin mutter, "Aiyah, I suddenly have a craving for Gwadar.
"Ah, I suddenly feel like drinking Gwadar. It's best to add some ice."
"This beverage isn't good for children!" Klein dispelled the illusion with a serious expression and reached out to pick up one of the cups of ice-cream that the maidservant had just delivered.
Then, under Allen and Wilma's gazes, he scooped up a piece of ice-cream with a silver spoon and teased the child with a smile.
"Will, do you want some?
"Do you?"
Ma 'am Wilma immediately chuckled.
"Our Will doesn't like to eat this."
Just as she said that, Klein stuffed the ice-cream in the silver spoon into his mouth.
"Wa!"
The child in the pram let out a loud cry.
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