After dealing with the mutated glass bottle, Klein took out his golden pocket watch, opened it, and memorized the current time.
He had to return in three hours and separate the Unshadowed Crucifix from the Bottle of Enslavement. Only by doing so could he obtain the Manipulator Beyonder characteristic alone, and not a product that was a combination of all the previous Sequence characteristics.
"It feels like I'm doing an experiment …" Klein nodded slightly and put away his pocket watch. He returned to the real World and began his lunch break.
At four in the afternoon, Enuni knocked on his employer's door under the watchful eyes of Butler Walter.
"What is it?" Dawn Dantès opened the bedroom door while rubbing his temples in his pajamas.
Enuni bowed.
"Sir, you accepted Madam Riana's invitation for afternoon tea last night. It's today."
"Alright, give me 15 minutes to prepare," Klein said to Walter.
Then, he instructed his valet, Enuni.
"Come in and help me change my clothes."
When he and his marionette were the only ones left in the room, Klein controlled the latter to bring clothes suitable for afternoon tea as he glanced at the wall clock from time to time.
After about ten minutes, after tying his bow tie and putting on his coat, he took four steps counterclockwise and headed above the gray fog.
At this time, it had been exactly three hours since he last entered.
Placed at the end of the long bronze table, the mutated glass bottle that had been firmly pressed together with the Unshadowed Crucifix by the gray fog's power had lost its original mesh-covered shimmering glow. It was as though it had gone from a work of art to a common item on the street.
And at the bottom of the glass bottle was a large amount of grayish-white. It flowed as though it had a life of its own, forming a heart-shaped object the size of a child's fist. Not only were there many wrinkles on it, but there were also cracks that resembled eyes. As for the complicated, three-dimensional patterns, labels, and symbols that extended into the void, they were almost identical to what Klein had seen when he obtained Hvin Rambis's Beyonder characteristic.
There's only a slight difference … Klein released the gray fog's suppression and took out the Unshadowed Crucifix from the bottle's mouth.
With these steps, the separated object was completely separated from the mutated glass bottle, becoming complete and independent.
Klein reached out with his left hand to pick up the object that looked like both a brain and a heart. After studying it for a few seconds, he threw it into the junk pile and shrouded it in gray fog.
At this moment, the voice in the mutated glass bottle sounded again, but it was rather weak.
"You, you, devil …"
Klein didn't respond as he inserted the Unshadowed Crucifix back into his right hand. He relied on the gray fog's powers to hold it tight.
Thus, the ancient palace regained its tranquility.
After returning to the real World, Klein wore his top hat, held his cane, and took a carriage out of 160 Böklund Street. He headed for Member of Parliament Macht's residence, Unit 39 on the same street.
…
In Member of Parliament Macht's residence, in an elegantly decorated activity room, a few guests sat around an exquisite three-tiered tray. In front of each of them was a cup of enchanting black tea.
Klein took a piece of cucumber sandwich and took a bite. He half-jokingly expressed his true feelings.
"Today's desserts seem very unique. Be it the carrot cake or the cream muffin."
Macht laughed out loud when he heard that.
"Dwayne, you sure are observant."
This has nothing to do with observational skills. As long as one isn't blind, they can tell. All sorts of strange shapes … Klein lampooned inwardly before saying, "That sounds like a good thing."
"Sounds like a good thing."
This was personally made by Hazel. You can try it later. Although she can't effectively control its appearance, it tastes pretty good, "Macht said in a slightly ostentatious manner.
Elsewhere, Baekeland University of Technology's chancellor, Portland Moment, immediately laughed.
"This doesn't resemble the Hazel I know."
Macht glanced at Ma 'am Riana and said in satisfaction, "Everyone grows.
"Everyone grows, doesn't he?
"Hazel has really matured recently. Not only is she willing to learn the social and marriage lessons that she was very resistant to in the past, but she will also occasionally make snacks and play a piece of music for us. Furthermore, she often takes the initiative to accompany her mother to concerts, horse racing, and shopping at department stores. She also quietly listens in all kinds of salons and banquets."
According to Miss Justice, Hazel's treatment process had already reached the stage where she could recall the immense shock and pain she once suffered. Although it's only an intuitive feeling and doesn't involve the actual events, it's enough to make Hazel dream of losing her parents and most of her family from time to time … This made her unconsciously cherish her family. As such, she changed herself to a certain extent? Klein nodded in thought and smiled.
"That's a good thing."
"Yes," Macht replied with mixed emotions. "I was once very worried about Hazel's character. I was worried that she wouldn't be able to have a good marriage or interact normally with people in this circle. After our deaths, she wouldn't be able to find anyone to help her when she encountered trouble. Now, I'm finally at ease."
Macht revealed a heartfelt smile, revealing a rare worry from the past.
He then raised his arm, waved it lightly, and said in a very heroic manner,
He said in a very heroic manner, "Why do I have to be enemies with the darn smog and pollution? Why do we have to vie for colonial interests with Feysac in East Balam and Intis in West Balam? Isn't it to let our descendants lead better lives and have fewer worries?
"Hazel's maturity is more meaningful to me than the contributions I made in East Balam or the struggles I made in the House of Commons."
Klein silently listened to Macht's recount as he couldn't help but turn his head to look out the window.
Dark clouds covered the sky outside, and the Sun was nowhere to be seen.
At this moment, Portland Moment replied to Macht in a half-joking manner.
"No, those things are also for the betterment of ourselves."
Having said that, he looked at Klein.
"Dwayne, have you thought it through? Do you want to invest in my mechanical laboratory? "
Klein chuckled.
"Mr. Chancellor, why are you as eager as a young man?
"I've already flipped through the information you gave me. I have a general impression of the benefits and income I can obtain from investing. To be frank, I'm very interested. I'm very satisfied that this mechanical laboratory can allow talented youths to be tempered. This is where I should invest the most. What's the most valuable thing in this era? Talent! "
"Rosell The Great said that before," Portland Moment said with a chuckle. "So, how much do you plan on investing?"
Klein raised his porcelain teacup and drank a mouthful of black tea.
"The initial plan is 10,000 pounds."
"As expected of the most famous tycoon in Baekeland. I can't even guess how much you have. First, you donated shares worth more than 10,000 pounds, then you spent 20,000 pounds to buy Maygur Manor. Now, you're investing in Portland's mechanical laboratory. It's a total of 10,000 pounds …" Ma 'am Riana couldn't help but marvel.
Portland Moment gave a thumbs up.
"That's a truly discerning investor."
Klein smiled.
"But I'll still find a team of lawyers and accountants to verify the situation and draft the terms. Professional things have to be done by professionals. Also, I have to consider whether to invest directly or set up a company or fund to complete it through. Well, Portland, I think you're not thoughtful enough. Such an important laboratory isn't protected at all! Aren't you afraid of commercial espionage or sabotage by foreign forces? "
Portland Moment was taken aback for a moment before he slowly nodded.
"That makes sense … I've neglected this problem before."
Klein, who had achieved his goal, did not linger on this topic.
"Is there still no news of Major General Qonas Kilgor?"
Macht sighed.
"No, Sivellaus Yard said that they've searched Maygur Manor and the surrounding areas, but they didn't find any clues."
As he spoke, the House of Commons MP lowered his voice.
"I suspect that the major general met with an accident during a secret mission. The atmosphere up there has been a little strange recently …"
In a sense, you're completely right … Klein sighed as well.
"Let's hope nothing really happens."
During the afternoon tea, Klein made good use of his time and went to the bathroom. He placed the Dreamwalker Beyonder characteristic that had been seeped out of the mutated bottle into the junk pile.
By the time the gathering ended and he returned to 160 Böklund Street, the sky had already darkened. The gas lamps on both sides of the road had been lit up ahead of time as a drizzle began to beat against the car windows.
Now, all the problems are focused on what's hidden in the Blood Emperor's ruins. As long as the three Churches can discover the problem in time, they can prevent many things from happening. Klein looked out the window at the misty lights due to the rain and considered the recent situation. In the short term, unless I can capture Katarina, I won't be of much help. And the Goddess is currently digesting or grasping Death's Uniqueness. She might not have the ability to give a response at that level.
To resolve this problem, I have to either get a targeted Grade 0 Sealed Artifact from the Holy Cathedral, or I have to rely on the Church of Storms or Steam to see which of the two true deities will respond … A Grade 0 Sealed Artifact might not work. After all, it involves a King of Angels, and the two Churches might have a traitor …
It wasn't far from 39 Böklund Street to 160 Böklund Street. Before Klein could sort out his thoughts, he had already returned to his doorstep and had no choice but to alight the carriage.
When he went to the third floor to change his clothes, his spiritual perception was triggered. He saw Reinette Tinekerr walk out of the void with four blonde, red-eyed heads in her hands.
"Sharon's?" Klein reached out to receive the letter with a guess.
"Yes …" One of the heads that Reinette Tinekerr was holding opened its mouth and replied.
Klein didn't speak further as he tore open the envelope and unfolded the piece of paper. There was only one line of words:
"Operation at 10 tonight."
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