Tingen City, Daffodil Street.
Klein was discussing with his brother, Baansen, and sister, Melissa, about the latest popular plays. He sincerely invited them to watch them at the theater next Sunday night.
"I think the newspapers have said enough. 'The Return of the Count' is definitely a play worth watching live. It has already been performed dozens of times in Baekeland, and every single one of them was sold out. I don't think we should miss this opportunity." The lack of entertainment made Klein unwilling to give up. After all, he was someone who followed the trends and watched plays in his previous life.
Of course, if it wasn't to maintain my image, I'd rather go to a tavern to play billiards … Hmm, renting a place to play tennis isn't bad either. I can consider that. It's a leisure activity for the middle class. With my current physique, as long as I don't encounter other Beyonders, I can easily handle most opponents … Forget it, I can only think about it for now. I'll investigate the people and things related to Lanevus in the morning, and I'll practice combat in the afternoon. I'll check some of the houses with red chimneys before returning home in the evening …
I'm really a busy man … Klein thought, trying to find joy in his misery.
Seeing that Baansen was already tempted, Melissa was still a little hesitant.
He smiled and added, "It's said that the most popular supporting character in 'The Return of the Count' is a genius Mechanic."
"Alright, no matter what, we have to go to the theater to watch a play." Melissa pursed her lips and nodded reluctantly, but her eyes were much brighter than before.
Klein was about to respond when he suddenly heard a low buzz in his ears. He felt dizzy for a few seconds.
Someone is praying to me … He put his right hand behind his back and chuckled.
"Then I'll wait patiently for the opening of the ticket booking day."
"Alright, I'll go back to my bedroom and write a report."
"We have to dive into the sea of knowledge too. I hope we don't drown in it." Baansen gave a self-deprecating laugh and returned to the dining room with Melissa.
Klein went up to the second floor, locked the bedroom door, and sealed the entire room with a wall of spirituality. He then took four steps counterclockwise, recited an incantation, and went above the gray fog.
In the towering palace that looked like a giant's residence, his figure suddenly appeared at the head of the long bronze table. A crimson star that was constantly shrinking and expanding was reflected in his eyes.
Klein raised his right hand, spread his spirituality, and touched the star that symbolized "Justice."
With a boom, he saw a distorted and blurry scene. He saw Miss Justice wearing a beige regal dress, sitting on a chair in a dark corner. Her hands were clasped together against her buried forehead.
At the same time, a slightly tender and tense sweet female voice overlapped with each other, echoing in the air.
"The Fool who doesn't belong to this era."
"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog."
"You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."
"I pray for your gaze;"
"I pray that you will listen;"
…
"I met someone who looked like the Zillinges at the ball hosted by the Duke Of Negan."
"He disguised himself as Baron Gramir, and his motives are unknown."
"From certain details, I discovered that Baron Gramir is different from the past. This made me recall the Beyonder power of Zillinges' mystical item that allows a person to change their appearance."
…
Klein listened attentively and analyzed carefully. Finally, he understood what Miss Justice had described.
Zillinges had used the special power of Creeping Hunger to sneak into the Duke Of Negan's ball!
But he didn't expect that a certain noble lady was a Spectator, a Spectator who remembered Baron Gramir's past characteristics. Thus, he was unknowingly exposed!
What is this fellow trying to do? And what should I do? I've been experimenting with sacrificial rituals that don't use spiritual materials for the past two days. I discovered that I can create something similar to the Door of Summoning, but I can't open it. I'm thinking of finding some time to head to the underground market to buy some materials with spirituality for a second experiment … Miss Justice definitely wouldn't bring any spiritual materials with her when attending the ball … Klein pondered for more than ten seconds and began to respond to Justice's prayer.
…
In the small prayer room of the Duke Of Negan residence.
Audrey repeatedly prayed a few times before finally stopping. She straightened her clothes and walked quickly to the door.
She knew that she couldn't disappear for too long, or else her father and mother would worry and misjudge the situation, resulting in an incorrect response.
Standing behind the door, Audrey took a deep breath. With a perturbed and uneasy heart, she reached out her right hand, which was wearing a white veil glove, and unlocked the door.
After leaving the small prayer room, she walked along the corridor back to the dining hall. Seeing the guests approaching with wine glasses and plates, her vision suddenly blurred as she realized that she was surrounded by an illusory fog.
In the middle of the thick grayish-white fog was an ancient, high-back chair. Sitting on the chair was a mysterious existence whose appearance and figure couldn't be seen clearly. It was a mysterious existence that looked down on everything.
Mr. Fool! Audrey nearly blurted out in surprise.
Following that, she heard a familiar deep voice.
"I got it."
The voice was still echoing, but the gray fog had already disappeared. In front of Audrey was still the long table with food and alcohol. It was still the lively scene of people toasting each other.
The perturbed and uneasy feeling in her heart suddenly disappeared. She subconsciously straightened her back, looked around calmly, and walked into the dining hall with light footsteps. She then walked towards the lounge.
…
Above the gray fog, in the towering palace.
After responding to Miss Justice, Klein began to consider how to convey the matter to The Hanging Man.
It's definitely not possible for me to repeat it myself. It would be inappropriate … How can a mysterious existence personally act as a messenger!? He deliberated for dozens of seconds before he suddenly had an idea. He conjured the scene and voice of Miss Justice's prayer, turning it into a movie scene that was covered in mosaic.
With a tap of his hand, Klein projected the scene that was repeatedly replayed onto the crimson star that symbolized The Hanging Man.
…
Baekeland, Cherwood Borough, Holy Wind Cathedral.
In a simple and unadorned room, The Hanging Man, Alger Wilson, was studying the investigation reports from the past few days, trying to find any traces of Rear Admiral Hurricane Zillinges.
Diagonally above his right hand was a stack of paper filled with distorted symbols.
Just as Alger leaned back and rubbed his eyes, he suddenly realized that the scene before him had turned illusory. It was a thick grayish-white fog.
In the depths of the endless fog, there was a high-back chair that seemed to exist forever. Sitting on the high-back chair was a faint figure.
Mr. Fool … Just as this thought surfaced in Alger's mind, he saw a blurry figure in a regal dress appear in the hazy grayish-white fog.
She maintained her praying posture as she kept narrating.
"I met someone suspected to be Zillinges at the ball held by the Duke Of Negan."
"He disguised himself as Baron Gramir, and his motives are unknown."
"I noticed from certain details that Baron Gramir is different from before. This made me recall the Beyonder power of Zillinges's mystical item that can change a person's appearance."
…
Alger was first alarmed before revealing a look of pleasant surprise. He pressed his hand to his chest and lowered his head.
"Praise be to you, Mr. Fool!"
Before he could finish his sentence, everything he had seen and heard vanished, as though it had never appeared.
Staring at the desk with Rosell's diary and investigation report, Alger's pupils constricted. He once again felt the power of The Fool.
This was the Holy Wind Cathedral, the former headquarters of the Church of the Storm. Although it was more than a thousand years ago, it didn't stop the believers from treating it as one of their holy lands. However, Mr. Fool still silently "descended" and gave a response …
After more than ten seconds of silence, Alger picked up his items and turned to leave.
He was going to look for one of the cardinals of the Church of the Storm, the archbishop of the diocese of Baekeland, Spellsinger of God Ace Snake!
To Alger Wilson, killing Rear Admiral Hurricane Zillinges with his own hands was the best development. But if he couldn't do it, being able to confirm his death was also acceptable!
…
After "passing" Miss Justice's description to The Hanging Man, Klein left the mysterious space above the gray fog and returned to his bedroom.
He wasn't in a hurry to dispel the wall of spirituality. Instead, he sat in front of his desk, unfolded a piece of paper, picked up a fountain pen, and began writing.
"… According to the urgent intelligence I received, Zillinges used the powers of a Shepherd to disguise himself as Baron Gramir and sneak into the Duke Of Negan's ball. His motives are temporarily unknown."
Klein wasn't worried that Mr. Aztec would suspect him. He was wondering how someone in Tingen City could quickly find out about what had happened in Baekeland because there were telegrams in this World.
"I'm not sure if this will interest you, but I think it's necessary to let you know." Klein quickly ended and folded the letter.
Then, he rummaged for the ancient copper whistle, brought it to his mouth, puffed up his cheeks, and blew hard.
The huge, terrifying, and illusory skeleton messenger appeared once again. It remained standing there, not minding that its head had burrowed into the roof.
Klein resisted the urge to use his Clown powers. He didn't turn the letter into a flying dagger, and he obediently threw it to the messenger.
He blew the copper whistle again, ending the summoning. Klein composed himself and went through the matter in his mind again.
What he could do now was only what he had done!
Although Klein could also use the summoning ritual to bring the Flaring Sun Charm to Baekeland, it was too dangerous. Zillinges was a Sequence 6 Wind-blessed, and he had the mystical item, Creeping Hunger. Secondly, it was too troublesome. He had to first get the Flaring Sun Charm above the gray fog. Thirdly, it would easily ruin his image, so he rationally gave up on the idea.
Actually, it's not a big problem. The Duke Of Negan is the most powerful noble outside of the royal family. He's the big shot behind the Conservative Party. There's definitely no lack of high-ranking officials among the people attending the ball today. I'm the first to refuse to believe that there isn't a powerful Beyonder protecting him. Zillinges is the second. Well, if it wasn't for this factor, there's no need for him to disguise himself … Since Miss Justice has already discovered it ahead of time, allowing the nobles to be prepared, the matter won't become too serious and spiral out of control …
I wonder how fast Mr. Aztec's messenger is. If he can use the spirit world to travel, there's still hope of him making it in time for the main course. If it's as slow as Ma 'am Daly's messenger, then I can only guess the truth from the news …
Klein nodded indiscernibly and threw the matter to the back of his mind. There was nothing more he could do anyway.
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