Sivellaus County was located in the western part of the Kingdom of Rouen, facing the Republic of Intis across the Hornacis Mountain Range. In Baekeland, there was a street named after it. It was located at the edge of Empress Borough, where the headquarters of the Capital Police Department was located.
Many people chose to settle down on this street for peace of mind, and Rafter Pound was one of them.
In the street house numbered 29, the baronet was draped in cotton flannel pajamas as he stood in the warm living room. He stood by the closed window and stared diagonally across at Sivellaus Yard.
He was in his early forties, but his sideburns were already white. His eyes were puffy, and his wrinkles were obvious. His body seemed to exude the smell of alcohol at all times.
Torn women's underwear was strewn on the floor behind Rafter, and across from it was a burning fireplace.
The baronet raised the glass in his hand and drank the rest of the liquid in one gulp. Then, he slowly walked to the door, wanting to return to his bedroom to sleep.
As there were no pipes to transfer heat to the fireplace, he felt the bone-chilling late autumn chill the moment he left the living room.
"Damn it!" Rafter Pound cursed softly, staggered to the bedroom door, and turned the knob.
The bedroom was dark, with only a faint crimson glow spilling in.
Rafter was about to close the door and fall onto the bed when his gaze suddenly froze.
A figure was sitting quietly on a chair beside the curtains!
The figure wore a grayish-blue shirt and pants, and a dark cap. His entire body was hidden in the shadows.
Sensing Baron Pound's gaze, the figure slowly raised his head and looked over.
His face was covered in red, yellow, and white paint, like the funniest clown!
Rafter was about to shout and turn around to escape, but he saw a revolver aimed at him and heard two deep and hoarse words.
"I suggest you don't do anything unwise."
"If you cooperate, I won't hurt you, nor will I take away your belongings, if you still have any."
Rafter Pound's expression changed a few times, and he obediently closed the bedroom door. Then, he raised his hands and sat on the edge of the bed.
"What, what do you want me to do?" He hiccupped, his body trembling as he reminded her. "Sivellaus Yard is right across the street!"
"I know, but I think I'm closer to you than Sivellaus Yard." Klein, disguised as a clown, changed his voice and tone and warned, "And my purpose is just to ask you some questions."
Before coming to Sivellaus Street, he had divined whether the trip would be dangerous in the mysterious space above the gray fog and received a very safe answer.
"Problem?" Rafter's lips quivered as he smiled bitterly. "It's happening again … Will I never be able to escape this nightmare?"
"Many people have come to ask?" Klein followed up on his words.
"No, not only did they ask! After my uncle, the respected old duke, passed away, too many things happened around me. The amiable old butler resigned for no reason. I have no idea where he went. Those attendants and maidservants changed without any warning. They became unfamiliar and cold. They were looking for something. Yes, looking for something. I wasn't even ten years old back then. All I could do was watch, not daring to tell anyone. I was afraid that I would never wake up again! "Rafter replied, on the verge of a breakdown.
Looking for what? Was it for the underground building or the Pound family's treasure? For example, the Beyonder characteristics and mystical items buried near the evil spirit? It's impossible for the royal family and the Church to not notice it. The upper echelons definitely know about the Law of Beyonder Characteristics Conservation and Indestructibility! Since the Pound family has been destroyed, such items should've been taken back, right? Unless the old duke spent a huge price to buy additional Beyonder characteristics and mystical items of the same Sequence, so as to hide the matter of the underground building … Klein listened calmly and had many guesses.
He looked relaxed, but in fact, he could take action at any time.
He asked, "How long did such days last?"
"I don't know. I don't know. I'm surrounded by faces I don't know. How can I be sure that the remaining people aren't accomplices? Heh heh, I pretended not to notice anything and trembled for several years. Then, under their enticement, I drank, played with women, gambled, smoked marijuana, and did all kinds of things that made me look like a good-for-nothing! " Rafter Pound laughed somewhat nervously. "They finally felt at ease and stopped watching me. When I even sold the house, they … phew … left. I don't know where they went. No, they must still be secretly monitoring me, preventing me from calling the police. Yes, preventing me from calling the police!"
This fellow has a mental illness … I don't know if he's telling the truth or not. The change in the color of his emotions is very logical, but what if he just feels that he has let down the old duke, so he imagined such a scene to find a reason for his depravity. After that, he constantly convinced himself to completely believe it … As a qualified keyboard warrior, Klein, who knew a little about everything, had seen similar cases in his previous life.
He thought for two seconds.
"What did these people ask you?"
"They asked me how the two children of the old duke died. They asked me if the old duke had any abnormal behavior in the past few years. I wasn't even ten years old at the time. I didn't know anything at all!" Rafter waved his arm and growled, unable to suppress his voice.
"Calm down, please calm down." Klein pressed his left hand down and asked about other matters. He tried to confirm from various angles if Baronet Pound knew about the underground building.
Time passed quickly as the questions and answers were exchanged. Klein said in a hoarse voice,
"You really don't look like you know anything."
"I'm sorry to disturb you. It's time for me to leave."
He stood up and bowed slightly in a very cultured manner.
Almost at the same time, the collapse and excitement on Rafter Pound's face instantly disappeared. His light blue eyes became abnormally deep, as if he was scrutinizing something.
Seeing that the intruder dressed as a clown was about to stand up straight again, he immediately returned to his previous performance — grief, madness, bitterness, and neuroticism.
Right at this moment, a voice that was filled with a mysterious feeling suddenly resounded in his ears.
"Crimson!"
Klein injected his spirituality into the Slumber Charm and threw it at Rafter with his unarmed left hand.
Amidst the fine burning sounds, a rich and intense tranquility spread out, enveloping the baronet. He couldn't help but close his eyes, causing his body to fall limply onto the bed.
"I'm sorry. The question just now was only for comparison. There are still procedures such as Dream Infiltration and Spirit Channeling." Klein patted his pajamas, pressed his hand to his chest, and bowed again.
Following that, he used the Dream Charm and entered Rafter's dream like a Nightmare.
Amidst the gray, fragmented, and constantly flashing world, Klein walked beside Rafter with a clear and rational mind. He watched as he encountered blank, featureless attendants and maidservants, giving him an abnormally horrifying feeling. He watched as he would always turn his head to look back, and he would see an old face silently watching him. He watched as he curled up in a corner, trembling, and watched as he was slowly enveloped by shadows.
This is very consistent with what he just described … Klein tried to guide him to figure out the whole story, but Baronet Pound seemed to have a very serious psychological trauma from those matters. Just a little stimulation would cause him to shout hysterically and run crazily in his dreams.
This made it impossible for Klein to obtain any more information.
Therefore, he left the dream and gave Rafter Pound another Slumber Charm. Then, he took out Amantha extract and other materials and prepared for the mediumship ritual.
After responding to himself, Klein's spirituality passed through the storm of thoughts and saw the other party's illusory figure, an illusory figure based on the Body of Heart and Mind.
"What did the old viscount say to you before he died?" Klein asked after some deliberation.
Rafter Pound answered in a daze, "He asked me to maintain the family."
"What else?" Klein deliberately asked in a certain tone.
"What else?" Klein deliberately asked in an affirmative tone.
"He asked me to remember the glory of my ancestors," Rafter replied blankly.
Klein nodded slightly and asked, "What's the matter?
"What are those people looking for?"
"I don't know." Rafter still gave the same answer.
Klein continued to ask questions and compared them to before. He came to the conclusion that Baronet Pound wasn't lying and that what he had said was true enough.
At this point, he didn't stay any longer. He penetrated the other party's storm of thoughts and allowed the spirituality that had spread out to return to his body.
Right on the heels of that, Klein methodically cleaned up the scene. He took out Aztec's copper whistle and threw it a few times, using its level to interfere with any possible divination investigations.
"Thank you very much for your cooperation, Mr. Baronet." After doing all of this, Klein, who was covered in clown paint, bowed once again.
Then, he turned around, opened the window, and jumped into the street, disappearing into the night.
After a moment, Rafter Pound suddenly opened his eyes.
Around his light blue eyes, there was a ring of ruptured capillaries!
He suddenly sat up and stared at the open oriel window.
...
After making a huge detour to East Borough, Klein washed off his disguise, changed into normal clothes, and returned to 15 Minsk Street in Cherwood Borough as if nothing had happened.
He didn't rest, nor did he think about what to do with the underground building. Instead, he entered the world above the gray fog again.
At the end of the long ancient table, Klein slowly spread open his palm, revealing a few strands of brown hair. It was Rafter Pound's hair, the hair he had collected before entering the dream.
There's still one last procedure. Divine confirmation above the gray fog … Klein silently muttered to himself. He conjured a pen and paper and wrote down the content he had previously considered.
"Rafter Pound's future."
I want to see what will happen to you in the future to verify it with the past! Klein leaned back in his chair and silently recited the divination statement.
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