Ince Zangwill went to Baekeland … I wonder how long he'll be there … Hmm … I can confirm it every once in a while … Klein leaned forward in thought, wiped off the contents of the goatskin, and wrote a new divination statement:
"Lanevus's current location."
From his point of view, the culprit who had caused the death of the captain and the others, as well as nearly causing him to fall into an eternal slumber, was undoubtedly Ince Zangwill. However, the lunatic Lanevus was also an accomplice who couldn't shirk his responsibility. He had to pay the price in blood!
After reciting it seven times, Klein entered a dream once again. However, the scene that appeared after the gray World split open was exactly the same as what he had just seen!
The wide, slightly turbid river, the docks one after another, the rows upon rows of houses, the Loenese style with all sorts of buildings mixed with the Gothic style, the crowded streets, the bustling scene, the chimneys that constantly spewed out "fog," the extremely gorgeous palaces, and the towering, iconic Gothic bell tower …
Lanevus was also in the Land of Hope, the Capital of Capitals, Baekeland!
Klein opened his eyes, slightly puzzled. This was because he wanted to divine Lanevus's exact location, but the result was still a very large and fuzzy range.
This means that Lanevus's Sequence is much higher than I expected … That's not right. It's also possible that he obtained great benefits in the process of helping the True Creator descend. For example, a bit of godhood, or something similar to the umbilical cord-like item left behind by the baby in Megose's womb. Uh … The latter was likely taken away by Ince Zangwill … Klein's thoughts raced as he muttered to himself, making a preliminary guess.
After confirming the vague location of his two enemies, he considered another practical problem — he didn't have the strength to seek revenge at the moment!
Even if Lanevus is only a Sequence 7 or even a Sequence 8, he wouldn't be easy to deal with after obtaining great benefits. Furthermore, he's clearly skilled in craftiness. It's normal for him to trick a powerhouse stronger than him … Ince Zangwill is even more terrifying. He's a Sequence 4 demigod and possesses a terrifying Grade 0 Sealed Artifact … Although my transmigration still hides some secrets, it's obvious that it can't be converted into combat strength. It might not be possible for a long time … I can only continue raising my Sequence and gather powerful mystical items … I have to use both methods …
As his thoughts churned, Klein decided to add another divination.
After deliberating over his words, he solemnly wrote:
"My hope to become stronger."
Gently putting down the fountain pen that had appeared, Klein leaned back into his chair and closed his eyes.
As he chanted, he entered a deep slumber with the help of Cogitation.
In the hazy World, he once again saw the scene he had just witnessed. He saw the river, dock, chimneys, crowds, palaces, all kinds of machinery, and a Gothic clock tower. He saw the capital of the Rouen Kingdom, Baekeland!
Following that, the scene changed. He saw a towering mountain peak that pierced through the clouds, a magnificent, ancient palace, and a huge seat carved from stone, embedded with dull gems and gold. He saw a strange vertical eye formed from countless mysterious symbols.
Silently, the scene shattered. Klein slowly sat up straight and reached out to tap the edge of the long bronze table.
"Baekeland has the hope for me to become stronger …"
"The second scene refers to the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range, the treasure left behind by the Antigonus family? The strange vertical eye that was formed from countless mysterious symbols and transmitted to me by the Antigonus family's notebook after being corrupted by the Misfortune Cloth Puppet is the key to everything … "
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Klein decided not to rush to the Hornacis mountain range. The hidden dangers inside were so high that even a Sequence 4 demigod might not be able to withstand them.
Therefore, I'll go to Baekeland … Klein sighed and made his decision. He enveloped himself with his spirituality and simulated the feeling of falling before leaving the mysterious space above the gray fog.
After returning to the real World, he slowly walked out of his hiding spot and returned to Dunn Smith's grave.
After taking a deep look at the picture and inscription on the tombstone, Klein slowly drew a crimson moon on his chest before turning to walk out of the cemetery.
As a former Nighthawk who had to patrol Raphael Cemetery from time to time, he was very familiar with the movements of the cemetery keepers and the surrounding environment. Without causing any disturbance, he easily left the quiet and desolate area. Following the road made of rammed earth, he used the shadows of the trees as cover and headed straight for Tingen.
The night was so peaceful, and the crimson moon was so dreamy. Klein walked alone, his thoughts running wild like a horse that had escaped its reins. At times, he would consider his revenge plan, and at other times, he would recall the unreliable memories of his Captain. He would recall the sorrow hidden under Old Neil's humor …
Unknowingly, Klein walked into the nearest street like a wandering spirit and turned into a fork.
By the time he completely extricated himself from that state and regained control of his thoughts, it was already two hours later.
He found himself standing on Daffodil Street. Opposite him was the home he shared with his brother and sister.
Instinctively, Klein returned here.
He took a step forward joyfully, but he suddenly stopped and revealed a bitter smile. He muttered in a self-deprecating voice,
He muttered to himself in a self-deprecating manner, "If I were to knock on the door, Melissa would probably faint on the spot … Baansen would probably start to lose his hair out of nervousness. Then, he would try his best to calm me down and persuade me in the name of the curly-haired baboon …"
Shaking his head, Klein took a deep look at the familiar door before walking towards Iron Cross Street.
That's good, that's good … What I want to do in the future won't implicate them … The pension given by the Nighthawks and the police department will definitely be enough for them to live a stable middle-class life, even if Melissa doesn't find a job and Baansen loses his job …
After walking in silence for a while, Klein began to feel exhausted. But as a "dead" person, other than the clothes he wore, the topaz pendant, and Aztec's copper whistle, he had nothing else, including gold pounds, soli, and pennies.
Should I blow the copper whistle and send a letter to Mr. Aztec to get him to save me quickly? Klein laughed in spite of his misery. Forget it, I won't contact him for now. Perhaps Ince Zangwill is still secretly observing him. I'll look for him when the time is right … As an old monster who has lived for more than a thousand years, he should be able to understand something like resurrection … Yes, it's not too cold tonight. I'll find a place to sleep for a while. Tomorrow morning, I'll go to the Baekeland Bank's Tingen branch and withdraw the money from my anonymous account.
Due to the many things that had happened recently, he hadn't had the time to do the follow-up experiments of the sacrifice. The 300 pounds in his anonymous account were still intact.
This is enough to cover my expenses for a long period of time … I'll buy a newspaper tomorrow to confirm what day of the week it is … There are no new prayers from Miss Justice, which means that I haven't missed the gathering … As Klein thought, he found a corner that was sheltered from the wind and sat down. He took off his coat, covered himself with it, and leaned against the wall to sleep.
Not long after he slept, he was suddenly woken up by someone. He saw a policeman holding a baton.
There's only a "V" on his epaulet, a policeman of the lowest rank … Klein glanced at him and confirmed his identity.
The policeman said fiercely,
"You can't sleep here!"
"The streets and parks aren't a place for lazy bums like you who don't want to work to sleep!"
"That's the rule of the Poor Law!"
Is that so? Klein was taken aback. As his identity was sensitive, he didn't argue with the policeman.
He took his coat and walked on the street again until dawn.
Soon, he lowered his head and entered the Tingen branch bank in Backlund. He used the default "password" to withdraw 200 pounds in cash. He left the remaining one-third of his "savings" in his account, just in case.
When he wrote the ancient Hermes incantation that served as the password, Klein undoubtedly heard the prayers.
Following that, he spent a total of 38 pounds on two formal suits, two shirts, two pairs of trousers, two pairs of leather boots, two bow ties, four pairs of socks, as well as two sets of double-breasted coats, two solid-colored sweaters, and two pairs of thick pants for the winter. In addition, he bought a cane, a wallet, and a leather suitcase.
After doing all of this, Klein found an inn to shower and change his clothes. Then, to avoid meeting any acquaintances, he took a rental carriage to the steam locomotive station in Tingen. On the way, he bought a newspaper to confirm that it was a Sunday.
It only took about four hours to travel from Tingen to Baekeland by steam locomotive. A luxurious first-class seat cost three-quarters of a pound, which was 15 soli. Second-class seats cost 10 soli, which was half a pound.
Third-class seats, which were extremely cramped and in poor conditions, were relatively cheap, costing only five soli.
Klein thought for a moment and bought a second-class seat for the two o 'clock train in the afternoon.
With his ticket and suitcase in hand, Klein found a random seat in the waiting hall. It was only a little past nine in the morning.
He was very glad that the Rouen Kingdom didn't have a strict household registration system. Three months' worth of water, gas, and rent bills were enough to prove one's identity. It was even simpler to buy a steam locomotive ticket. All he needed was money.
Sitting in the waiting hall, Klein's heart suddenly felt empty when he thought of how he would be leaving Tingen in the afternoon and heading to the capital, Baekeland.
He thought of his younger sister, who lived like a mother. He thought of his brother, who liked to tell sarcastic jokes. He thought of how the three of them had eaten too much and were paralyzed in their seats, none of them wanting to move …
Scene by scene, Klein suddenly laughed. He laughed uncomfortably because he thought of Melissa's tortoise that was called a "doll." He thought of Baansen's pitiful hairline.
He suddenly had a strong urge to take another look at his brother and sister.
It was only then that Klein understood why he didn't choose an earlier train and bought the two o 'clock train in the afternoon.
He carried his leather suitcase and quickly left the waiting hall. He took a rental carriage back to Daffodil Street.
Then, he hid in the shadows of the opposite house and looked at the door of his house. He wanted to go over a few times, but he couldn't cross the wide street.
Klein looked at the opposite house in a daze. He suddenly felt like he was homeless. He had a similar feeling when he first transmigrated.
Suddenly, he saw the door open. He saw Melissa and Baansen walk out.
One of them was wearing a black dress and a black gauze hat, while the other was wearing a black shirt, black vest, black pants, black coat, and black top hat. Their expressions were equally blank, and they were in low spirits.
Melissa has lost weight … Why is Baansen so haggard … Klein's heart ached. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't call out the two names.
He subconsciously followed Baansen and Melissa to the nearest municipal square. He saw tents set up there and a new circus performing.
Baansen took out money to buy a ticket and entered with Melissa. He forced a smile and said,
"This circus is very famous."
Melissa nodded without any expression.
"Yes."
Suddenly, her foot slipped, and her ankle slanted slightly. She was about to fall.
Klein, who had bought a ticket and entered, opened his mouth. He wanted to help his sister, but he could only retract his hand that he had subconsciously extended. He stood helplessly not far away, standing in the crowd.
Baansen jumped in fright, but it was already too late to help. However, Melissa quickly steadied herself, pursed her lips, and didn't say a word.
At this moment, the clowns surged over. Some performed on carriage wheels without falling, some crawled on huge rubber balls, and some threw tennis balls into the sky before catching them with comical actions.
Melissa watched the performance with a calm expression, as though the other party didn't exist. Benson tried a few times and cheered loudly, but he failed to stir his sister's emotions. Slowly, he fell into a sullen mood.
Klein pursed his lips and watched this scene from afar. He wanted to approach, but he didn't dare.
Suddenly, he touched the wallet in his pocket and had an idea.
Baansen and Melissa continued walking forward, silently watching the various performances.
After a while, they saw a clown covered in red, yellow, and white paint run over. First, he threw tennis balls into the sky. Then, while everyone's attention was drawn to the sky, he conjured a bouquet of flowers out of nowhere. It was a bouquet of Sylvia chrysanthemums.
This bouquet of flowers was placed in front of Melissa and Baansen. It was golden in color, a symbol of happiness.
Melissa and Baansen looked at the clown in a daze. They saw his face covered in red, yellow, and white paint. The corners of his mouth curled up high, fixing a happy smile. It was an exaggerated smile, a comical smile.
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