Under the dim crimson moonlight, Klein lifted the blanket and got up.
For a Seer, paying attention to dreams was the most basic quality, and the dream just now could not be explained as a simple nightmare.
Wearing comfortable clothes, he came to the front of the full-length mirror and said in a low voice,
He whispered, "I dreamed of the blood-stained door in that room."
Miss Bodyguard's figure slowly outlined itself in the mirror as she replied without any expression,
"The influence of the evil spirit's aura."
"It will gradually weaken until it disappears."
Is that so … Klein nodded slightly and returned to the bed. He picked up the golden pocket watch and opened it.
Seeing that it was still early, he lay down to sleep again. This time, the dream was fragmented and did not have the previous encounter.
The next day, which was Sunday morning, Klein felt refreshed as he made himself a soft-boiled egg to go with the buttered bread.
In the Kingdom of Rouen, or rather, in the countries of the Northern Continent, reading newspapers at breakfast was a must for gentlemen. Klein was no exception. He opened his subscriptions of the Tussock Times, Baekeland Post, and Baekeland Morning Post.
The 'Unified Government Employee Examination Act' has been officially passed by the House of Lords. The first round of examinations will be held in early December, and the second round of examinations will be held at the end of January next year. The final interviews will be held in two weeks … Within a week, the government will announce the positions and requirements involved in the examination and begin the registration process … The reporter speculates that most of them will be in Baekeland … Klein scanned the contents line by line, picked up his cup, and took a sip of Sibe black tea.
He couldn't help but associate it with Baansen as he muttered to himself,
The bill was passed at the end of September, the positions will be announced in early October, the registration will be completed in early November, and the examination will begin in early December … The schedule is very tight and unreasonable. It's enough to show the urgency of the King and the Prime Minister.
But this is very beneficial to Baansen. He's prepared more than two months ahead of others. Even if he can't compare to the elites who graduated from universities, he'll definitely be able to beat most others. And the positions that those elites want won't coincide with his.
He should be fine …
Klein wanted to tap his chest four times to draw a crimson moon and say, "May the Goddess bless me." However, thinking that Miss Bodyguard was nearby, he resisted the urge. After all, he claimed to believe in the God of Steam and Machinery.
After eating the last mouthful of bread, he continued to read the newspaper.
"Both the Upper and Lower Houses have approved the establishment of the Kingdom's National Atmospheric Pollution Commission, allowing the government to establish this body … The next month will be a crucial period for all parties to compete for the position of committee member …"
"… A separate alkali industry prosecutor has been approved, targeting acid and alkali production plants to minimize their level of pollution."
… There's no advertisement of the Ernst Firm purchasing goods on the fifth page. There's no need to consider attending the Beyonder gathering tomorrow night …
…
Tingen City, 2 Narcissus Street.
Baansen read the news in the newspaper over and over again, completely forgetting about the bread on his plate.
"The unified examination bill has been passed?" Wearing a long black dress, Melissa tilted her head to look at her brother who was behaving strangely.
A few days ago, the newspapers had been reporting that the bill would be passed this time.
Baansen finally put down the newspaper, wiped his black hair, and slowly exhaled.
"Yes."
At this moment, the two of them suddenly fell into silence. The room was silent. There wasn't even the sound of knives and forks colliding with plates.
The indescribable atmosphere was broken by the maid, Bella, who came out of the kitchen. Baansen smiled and said, "This is something predictable.
"This is something that can be predicted. Actually, the most important thing is the previous piece of news."
"Oh?" Melissa's expression was abnormally calm.
Baansen took a bite of the bread and smiled.
"News that Baekeland Institute of Technology has been reorganized into a university."
"It will officially recruit students next year. There will be no tests on grammar or classical literature. Instead, it will focus on technical content. It's very suitable for graduates and current students from various technical schools."
"Melissa, I think you can give it a try."
"But …" Melissa subconsciously retorted.
Benson interrupted her with a smile.
"Its tuition fees will be half that of universities like Tingen, Perth, Khoy, and Backlund. It's equivalent to Midseashire's Constant University of Technology, and there will be more scholarship opportunities. Melissa, don't you like machinery, steam, and such content? This is the best opportunity for you to come into contact with more advanced and in-depth knowledge. "
"How about giving it a try? Don't worry about wasting money. Th-that money might allow us to maintain our current lives without working, but we're still young. We can't define our lives like that. Look, compared to a few months ago, my grammar has improved a lot. "
"Uh … A change of environment might be better."
"I know you can't bear to leave Tingen and this place. Yes, we will eventually return, but not when we're young."
Melissa tilted her head to look at the various components on the coffee table as her lips quivered.
Her lips quivered a few times as she said, "What about Bella …"
After Klein passed away, she originally didn't want to hire a maidservant, but when she thought of Bella's tragic life after losing her job, she gave up on the idea. After all, an additional five soli a week was nothing to the Moretti family, whose annual income was at least three hundred pounds.
With regards to this, Baansen shook his head and smiled.
"There's still a few months to go. We can let Bella find a new job ahead of time. Before that, we will continue to pay her and give her a bedroom. Besides, her culinary skills are much better than before. She can totally apply for a job as a home cook. Unfortunately … Heh heh, of course, all of this is on the premise that you can pass the entrance examination of Baekeland University of Technology."
He wanted to say that it was a pity that Bella didn't have a long time to learn culinary skills, but when he saw Melissa's gloomy expression, he forcefully changed the topic.
Without waiting for Melissa to say anything, Baansen smiled and touched his hair.
"I plan on resigning tomorrow to focus on preparing for the exam. It's said that most of the positions are in Baekeland. That's my goal. I hope we can go there together."
After a moment of silence, Melissa finally nodded slowly.
At the same time, she put down her cutlery and wiped her mouth with a napkin.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
"Alright." Baansen watched as his sister got up and left the dining table. The smile that had been plastered on his face quickly vanished.
He took out the silver vine-patterned pocket watch, looked at it carefully, and sighed very softly.
…
Throughout the entire Sunday, Klein busied himself in the few public libraries in Cherwood Borough, hoping to find information related to Viscount Pound. However, the viscount's family didn't have any individual biographies, nor did it pique the interest of any historian.
Everything about them was scattered in different corners of various historical materials. Without the "Search" function, Klein, who didn't have the "Search" function, felt his head throbbing in pain as he faced the sea of books and theses.
He spent six hours flipping through a lot of information, but he still didn't obtain any useful information.
I have to find someone who has extensive research on the history of nobles for help, or bribe someone from the police department to get Baronet Pound's current address. He's a noble, so the police department definitely has the corresponding records. There aren't many nobles. Klein returned home, stood in front of the mirror, and spoke to the air.
The surface of the mirror quickly outlined Miss Bodyguard's gothic regal dress and the black bonnet on her head.
She nodded indiscernibly, as though agreeing with Klein's idea.
Then, her ethereal voice was heard.
"The employment is over."
I know, it's been three days … Klein thought for a moment.
"If I can obtain any clues regarding the Pound family, would you be willing to know?"
Miss Bodyguard didn't answer, but she nodded gently.
"Hmm … Pass it on through Marić?" Klein asked.
After nodding again, Miss Bodyguard bent down, lifted her skirt, and bowed.
Her figure quickly disappeared, and everything reflected in the mirror was no longer special.
Klein looked around, but he didn't relax. He prepared dinner step by step and filled his stomach.
When it was late at night, he returned to his bedroom and drew the curtains. Only then did he take out the iron cigar case and reach out to touch the All-Black Eye left behind by Rosago.
Illusory roars immediately swept through his mind, as though they were tearing apart his mind and destroying his thoughts.
Klein struggled to resist the pain that made his head feel like it was about to explode. Once again, he saw the thin black lines spreading out from different parts of his body.
They were densely packed, illusory, and terrifying as they extended into the infinite distance.
Klein looked around and didn't find any other black lines. He finally confirmed that Miss Bodyguard had left.
He hurriedly let go and escaped from the negative influence. After dozens of seconds, he completely returned to normal.
Phew, I can finally go above the gray fog to verify the inspiration I had previously … Klein silently muttered to himself as he quickly set up a ritual to summon himself and respond to himself.
Then, in his Spirit Body state, he carried Aztec's copper whistle, picked up the iron cigar case, and returned above the gray fog.
Klein sat at the end of the long ancient table and used his fingers to create a spiritual flame, burning the bloodstained documents and other items that he no longer needed in the corner.
After doing all of this, he opened the iron cigar case and, unsurprisingly, found that the All-Black Eye had become silent and no longer revealed its madness. However, the influence and corruption were still present inside, just that it was no longer active, as though it was hibernating.
"Indeed, there's no way to separate it directly …" Klein whispered. Then, a man wearing a hooded robe appeared on the chair opposite the long ancient table.
Just like his previous attempt at creating an avatar, the man was dull and stiff. It was obvious that he wasn't a real person and couldn't deceive the members of the Tarot.
However, Klein already had an idea.
He reached out to hold the All-Black Eye, and his ears fell silent. There were no longer any terrifying roars.
With the Beyonder characteristics gathered, he saw that the dummy opposite him also had thin black threads floating outwards.
Right on the heels of that, Klein carefully let his spirituality spread out through the All-Black Eye and touched a few of the illusory threads.
Suddenly, he felt like he was holding something.
That's because, with a thought, the dummy immediately raised its hand.
It really works! I can use the powers of a Marionettist to create a fake Tarot member! However, it's very draining. I'm unable to maintain a second one … Hmm, the symbol on the back of the chair won't change accordingly, but it's not like Miss Justice and the rest can't see it … Klein began practicing repeatedly in delight. He even grasped the technique of controlling the dummy's throat and mouth to make it speak.
When his spirituality was almost drained, he smiled at the dummy opposite him.
"Welcome, new member. Which tarot card would you like to draw?"
With that said, he closed his mouth. The dummy opposite him raised its hand to stroke its chin and laughed hoarsely.
"World!"
"I choose the card World."
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