One pocket, two pockets, three pockets … Klein quickly found a bloodstained wallet, a library card for Deweyville Library, two brass keys hanging together, an unstuffed pipe, a sheathed dagger, and a few neatly folded letters.
After placing everything aside from the letters on the ground, he stood up and glanced at the wallet. He confirmed that there were only about ten soli and a few copper pennies in it.
The workmanship of this wallet is quite exquisite. What a pity … Klein sighed silently as his thoughts wandered.
If he hadn't spent so much of his private money today, buying a wallet would have been on his agenda.
Shaking his head, Klein unfolded the letter and skimmed through it quickly.
"Dear Mr. Z,"
"Please allow me to defend myself. Hanass and I didn't sell the Antigonus family's notebook out of stupidity, nor was it a betrayal. When it was in our hands, it didn't appear special at all."
"I suspect that it's still alive. I suspect that it's an evil object with a certain level of life and intelligence. It's a dangerous object that needs to be sealed."
"At different stages and in front of different people, the content it presents is different!"
"I've obtained confirmation from the lambs in the police station."
"Although the content presented in the notebook is sufficiently authentic and has plenty of supporting evidence, I believe that only in the hands of a descendant of the Antigonus family would it reveal its complete form."
"When Hanass and I obtained it, we could only see some trivial matters of the Antigonus family, the general situation of the Nation of the Evernight on the main peak of the Hornacis mountain, and the three Sequence potion formulas that we previously submitted to you."
"As you know, the Secret Order is in control of the Seer pathway and has extremely powerful tracking abilities. Therefore, Hanass and I believed that it was an extremely risky move to continue keeping the notebook. And back then, the value it presented wasn't enough for us to take the risk."
"We didn't have time to wait for your reply. After some discussion, we sold the notebook to Welch, who lived on the same street as us. He liked to collect cultural relics and ancient books, so he could afford to pay a high price. What happened next is what you know."
"This is the first thing I want to explain. When I wrote this, Hanass died. The cause of death was a heart attack in his sleep. This must have been a gift from the Lord, allowing him to avoid the fate of falling into the hands of the pagans."
"I had no choice but to move to a safe and secluded place. I didn't even dare to go out. Fortunately, that lamb told me that Hanass was targeted by the heretics not because of the Antigonus family's notebook, nor was it because he exposed his identity, but because he foolishly took in a female apprentice and wanted to slowly develop her into one of us."
"His female apprentice peeked at his secret incantation. Under the watchful eyes of the Nightwatchman, she attempted a magic mirror divination. I believe you can guess what happened next. There's no need for me to describe it."
"Unfortunately, that lamb's status isn't high enough, so I can't figure out the details."
"From all the feedback, the heretics didn't suspect me. Their investigation was interrupted because of Hanass's timely death."
"Therefore, I returned to the streets. I planned on going to the Deweyville Library to borrow a few periodicals and search for more clues."
"As a faction that is also in control of the Seer pathway, the Antigonus family should have expected its destruction. They must have left behind a secret treasure to revive!"
"There's sufficient reason to believe that the treasure is at the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range, somewhere in the ruins of the Nation of the Evernight!"
Upon reading this, Klein's pupils constricted. He nearly dropped the letter in his hand.
"The Sequence that the Antigonus family has in control of is the Seer pathway?"
"What a coincidence!"
…
Claps of thunder boomed in Klein's mind, leaving him in a state of chaos. He once again felt a sense of destiny.
"The notebook that caused the death of the original Klein and indirectly helped me transmigrate came from the Antigonus family that has in control of the Seer pathway. What made me ultimately choose the Seer potion was Rosell The Great's diary. And Rosell The Great is leaning towards the Seer Sequence because of the mysterious Mr. Zaratul, the leader of the Secret Order who also has control of the Seer pathway!"
"… It's like fate has weaved a suffocating net."
"What's hidden behind all of this?"
With the letter in hand, Klein paced back and forth a few times, attempting to find other evidence to support the content.
"Yes, the Secret Order controlled by the Zaratul family is pursuing and searching for the relics left behind by the Antigonus family … If both parties belong to the same Beyonder pathway, the reason and motive are sufficient. Perhaps it's to complete a Sequence, perhaps it's to obtain rare ingredients for advancing to a High-Sequence Beyonder, or perhaps it's because they covet the experience that the other party has accumulated to avoid losing control …"
"Thinking about it this way, it's rather reasonable that the Antigonus family has control over a portion of the Sequence chain of the Seer pathway."
"Right, when I divined for clues regarding the Clown potion, the scenes that appeared were mostly related to the Antigonus family. The only exception was the suited clown from the Secret Order … Therefore, the true meaning of those symbols is that every scene represents a possibility of obtaining the Clown potion. There's a clue hidden in each scene, but I didn't understand the crux of it. Regrettably, I missed it."
With these two pieces of evidence, Klein almost believed what Sirius had mentioned in the letter. He also understood why he always heard the word "Hornacis" when he wasn't supposed to hear it.
"The first time something like this happened was when I just consumed the Seer potion!" he muttered to himself with a serious expression.
At the same time, he guessed that "being alive after coming into contact with the Antigonus family" and "becoming a Beyonder of the Seer pathway" were the two requirements to hear the whispers related to the Hornacis.
Is there really a secret treasure left behind by the Antigonus family hidden in the ancient ruins on the main peak of the Hornacis mountain? No, I can't think about that! Just that notebook alone had killed a bunch of people. The complete treasure would only be more terrifying! Klein subconsciously shook his head and cast his gaze at the end of the third and final piece of paper.
"Honorable Mr. Z, I hope to receive your help. I believe you should be sufficiently interested in that treasure."
"Before that, I will act like a normal person, a normal history enthusiast."
"Finally, when Doomsday comes, I will offer all the lambs of Tingen City to the Lord."
"Lord, the lowly Sirius Arpis."
After reading Sirius's letter, Klein suddenly felt like laughing.
Heh, why do I feel like I've saved Tingen City? What is this guy trying to do? Cultists are really unreasonable …
… Who is this Mr. Z? He seems to be of high status … At the very least, he's at the same Sequence as Captain.
Where is Sirius sending this letter to? He didn't write an address … It seems like this is the cautiousness of cultists. They wouldn't leave an address until the very last moment of mailing …
Right, since the Antigonus family is in control of a portion of the Seer pathway, do the three formulas that Sirius submitted from the Antigonus family's notebook contain the Clown potion?
It's very possible!
In that instant, Klein seemed to have found a clue to the Clown potion.
Although Sirius didn't carry the formula with him, there might be records of it in his home or his hiding place. And in his mind, in his memories, there was definitely something!
Klein cast his gaze at the corpse in front of him, thinking about how to make the dead speak.
Without any further thought, a solution immediately appeared in his mind.
Mediumship!
A Spirit Medium could directly communicate with spirits that had yet to dissipate. Professions like Seers and Mystery Pryers could also use ritualistic magic to do so, albeit barely.
Back when he was dealing with the suited clown's corpse, Klein was in a rush to save people. Secondly, he didn't bring any ingredients. Thirdly, he lacked confidence, so he didn't consider mediumship and missed the best opportunity. By the time he returned to the Blackthorn Security Company, the spirit had mostly dissipated. Even if a Spirit Medium came, they would only be able to obtain some superficial information.
And now, Klein happened to have all the ingredients he needed. He also had the experience of using dream divination to communicate with the lingering resentment.
I'm just afraid that the spirit of the cultist will be like Captain entering Hanass's dream, seeing a terrifying existence … However, Captain was only dispirited for two days. His injuries aren't too serious. Hmm, I can give it a try! After hesitating for about ten seconds, Klein made a decision. He didn't want to miss this opportunity.
He looked up, turned around, and cast his gaze at the spot where the glass had shattered. He looked at the onlookers who were looking in his direction.
Taking out his identification and badge, Klein returned to the spot. Through the jagged oriel window, he said to the onlookers, "I'm a probationary inspector from the Awwa County Police Department's Special Operations Department.
"I'm a probationary inspector from the Special Operations Department of the Awwa County Police Department. I've already killed the criminal. Please find someone to bring this badge to the nearest police station and ask them to send someone over to handle the aftermath."
"The rest of you, help me seal off this area. Don't let anyone come close and destroy the evidence at the scene."
"Yes, Officer!" The administrator who had "tricked" Klein immediately took the badge.
After the scene was sealed off and no one else entered the lawn, Klein returned to the corner and stood beside the corpse.
While he was glad that the innocent onlookers couldn't see the corpse that looked like a monster, he put down his cane and revolver. He reached into the inner pocket of his black windbreaker and took out a small metal bottle.
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