Mr. Aztec can tell that I'm a Beyonder? His ability is really powerful … Klein was startled for a moment before he calmly replied,
"Yes."
He thought for a moment, then added, "Don't worry.
"Because of Welch and Naya."
"Just as I guessed …" Aztec sighed. "Among the policemen who came to the school to question me and Cohen, there were two people with supernatural powers."
That should be Captain and Leonard. They took over Welch's case … Klein nodded slightly and didn't interrupt.
Aztec raised his cane slightly.
"You should have already entered that circle. I hope you can help me find clues about my origins. You don't have to do it on purpose. Just remember when you meet them."
At this point, a bitter smile appeared on his face.
"Apart from you, I don't know anyone else with supernatural powers … You can never imagine what kind of emotions a person without a past would have. It's like a ship drifting in the sea. The scariest thing isn't encountering a storm, but not being able to find a port or a route to land. You can only welcome disaster after disaster, never to end, never to feel calm and safe."
No, Mr. Aztec, I can understand your feelings very well, because I'm the same person. Fortunately, I have the original Klein's memory fragments. I have Baansen and Melissa … Klein silently replied before asking,
"Mr. Aztec, with such an amazing ability, why don't you enter a similar circle and look for useful clues yourself?"
Aztec looked into Klein's eyes and laughed self-deprecatingly.
"Because I am afraid of danger, afraid of death."
He sighed.
"I'm used to my current life, and I like it. I don't want to, and I don't have the courage to, take risks. I can only rely on you."
Klein didn't say anything else.
"If I can find any relevant clues, I will pay special attention."
"Alright, it's time for us to return to the office. When Cohen is done with his work, we'll have lunch together. Do you still remember? The school's East Balam restaurant is pretty good. Heh, it's my treat. "Aztec raised his cane and pointed in the direction he had come from.
Sorry, I really don't remember. How could the original Klein have the money to go to an East Balam restaurant when I was in college? Even if Welch and company were to treat him, he would reject such a relatively extravagant place … Klein pressed down on his hat and followed Aztec back to the three-story gray stone building of the History department.
After taking a few steps, Aztec suddenly spoke again.
"Now that I'm done with school, I'm going to welcome my summer vacation. You can visit me at home or write to me."
Klein nodded and casually made a casual remark.
"Mr. Aztec, I thought you would go to Desi Bay for a vacation."
"No, it's too hot in the south now. I don't like sunbathing. Look at my skin, I get tanned easily. In comparison, I'd rather go to Winter County, to the north of the Feysac Empire, to ski, enjoy the scenery, and fish for seals," the bronze-skinned Aztec replied with a smile.
I want that too … The newly hired Nighthawk, Klein, revealed an envious look.
After lunch, he returned home and took a short nap. He began to review and research the advanced knowledge of charms and amulets, hoping to grasp them as soon as possible and create a product that could barely be used in battle and help him in the preliminary stages.
A few minutes before three in the afternoon, Klein packed his belongings and sealed his bedroom with a wall of spirituality.
…
Above the gray fog, in the majestic temple, an ancient and mottled bronze table sat quietly.
Shrouded in a thick grayish-white fog, Klein sat at the seat of honor, watching the blurry Justice and The Hanging Man appear at their designated seats.
Eh, Miss Justice's emotions aren't too stable. Worried, uneasy, and confused … Klein, who had already activated his Spirit Vision, noticed the abnormality of the only female member of the Tarot with just a glance.
Audrey Hall's current feelings were indescribable. The fact that Susie could suddenly speak had a strong impact on her.
In her imagination, the future development would be a great detective or a famous psychiatrist, Miss Audrey, with her assistant, the big dog, Susie. But if it turned out to be the big dog detective, Susie, with her assistant, Miss Audrey, then it would be a little, a little …
No, not a little, it would be very strange, and she would be at a loss! Audrey suddenly sat up straight, wanting to ask Mr. Fool and The Hanging Man for advice.
She swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
"Uh, how should I ask? What should I do if my pet is abnormal?"
"How do I get along with a pet that has good intelligence and can speak?"
No, no, no. This is the Tarot Club, not a pet-rearing experience sharing session. I'm willing to bet that if I were to really ask that question, my good image in the eyes of Mr. Fool and The Hanged Man would be shattered!
Audrey's thoughts raced, and she finally organized her words.
"Honorable Mr. Fool, Mr. The Hanging Man, who always helps me, I have a question to ask. What can a pet with extraordinary powers help its owner with? Simply put, what can it do? "
As soon as she finished speaking, she realized that Mr. Fool and The Hanging Man had fallen silent at the same time. The atmosphere suddenly became a little strange.
Hey, hey, hey, say something. Don't look at me like that. I didn't do anything! Really, I'm asking on behalf of my friend! Audrey was so ashamed that she wanted to find a hole to hide in.
She deeply regretted asking such a question.
Combined with Miss Justice's previous question about what would happen if an ordinary animal consumed a Sequence potion, did she share the potion she concocted with her pet? This is indeed something Miss Justice would do … With such a member, as the boss of a "cult," I always feel a chill … Klein raised his right hand, pressed it against his forehead, and pinched it twice without answering.
The Hanging Man, Alger Wilson, was silent for more than ten seconds before replying with a slightly strange tone, "It depends on what kind of extraordinary powers the pet has.
"It depends on what kind of supernatural abilities the pet has. For example, if it's a Spectator, it can observe and listen in on certain occasions on your behalf. You know, people are wary of their own kind, but they are unlikely to suspect that a pet is eavesdropping, even if the pet is squatting at their feet."
Makes sense! Most of the time, when Dad is discussing important matters with other nobles, members of parliament, and ministers, he will avoid me and lock the door to the study. However, as long as Susie can avoid the initial purge, she won't be chased away … And those madams and ladies also like to communicate in small circles in private … Audrey's eyes lit up when she heard that, and her imagination immediately ran wild.
And now that Susie can speak, she can directly tell me what she hears … Susie is awesome! I want to treat you well. I want to teach you how to recognize words and pronounce them properly …
Uh, should I teach Susie the aristocratic pronunciation or the normal Baekeland accent? Will she be able to recognize her origins when she greets other dogs in the future? Wait, why am I thinking about this? It's not like she can communicate with other dogs using human language …
Wait, Mr. The Hanging Man, why did you directly use the Spectator as an example?
Could it be that all of you have guessed something?
Audrey's expression changed. She sat up straight again and smiled faintly.
"Mr. Fool, I found another page of Rosell The Great's diary."
This was obtained from Fors Wall.
"Very good, all your debts have been paid off," Klein replied in a good mood.
"I'm sorry, there's not much content on this page of the diary." Audrey expressed the content she remembered on the parchment.
Klein raised his right hand and let the parchment appear directly in his palm.
He then said casually, "This does not affect my promise. Besides, the diary you brought last time has two sides."
The diary collected by Justice and The Hanged Man were not the original version of Emperor Roselle's diary. It was a copy that was copied and copied by later researchers. Some people would record it on one side to preserve it, while others kept it the same for convenience.
As he spoke, Klein lowered his gaze and looked at the first few lines of the diary.
"20th December, it's the beginning of a new year, but the feedback I've received has left me very confused and troubled."
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