There's an abnormal reaction? It looks like it really is a Card of Blasphemy! Upon receiving the reply, Klein, who was above the gray fog, was first delighted before he exclaimed inexplicably.
Miss Justice is way too efficient, isn't she?
I only commissioned the mission in the afternoon, but she completed the verification in the evening …
Furthermore, this is clearly past the closing hours of the Royal Museum!
Telepathist definitely doesn't have any infiltration-type Beyonder powers either!
Man, her family's power is probably greater than I imagined …
Thankfully, there weren't any strange phenomena during the verification. Otherwise, Miss Justice would have to pretend to be innocent and hand over the card. And this means that I'm not fated with the treasure … Nothing is a hundred percent certain …
As his thoughts flashed, Klein heard Miss Justice's follow-up question.
"Mr. Fool, what secret is that bookmark hiding?"
"Well, if your adorer isn't willing to give an answer, just pretend that I didn't ask."
Of course, it's hiding the secret of a Card of Blasphemy! Klein sighed with emotion in his heart.
After careful thought, he decided to wait until he obtained the Card of Blasphemy before replying to Miss Justice. He didn't want her to be too shocked and show any abnormalities, which would negatively affect his actions.
Klein wasn't in a hurry to return to the real World. He sat in the silent and empty ancient palace, thinking about when and how to take action.
Miss Justice has caused some damage to the bookmark, and I don't know if it will be discovered in the future … Or if the bookmark will slowly show signs of abnormality and attract attention … Therefore, I can't delay or wait. It's best if I take action tonight! After having all sorts of thoughts for a while, Klein gradually came to a decision.
Following that, he conjured the layout of the first floor of the Royal Museum and the general environment of the surroundings based on the results of his morning observations.
Looking at the blueprint, Klein began to deduce different plans of action, and he quickly established a relatively safe plan.
Finally, he did another divination to confirm the level of danger.
Seeing that there were no changes, he returned to the real World and began to make various preparations.
Klein's original plan was to respond to himself by "drawing" the pattern in his memory and forging a similar bookmark. After he infiltrated, he would replace it to ensure that no one would notice or know about this matter for a long time. When it happened, there would be no way to trace it back to him.
However, after repeated deliberation, he felt that it wasn't a good idea. As long as a fake bookmark was discovered, the most suspicious person would be Miss Justice, who had touched the original bookmark today.
I can't put Miss Justice at great risk for the sake of treasures. She's doing this to help me! Klein finally thought of a way to prevent Miss Justice from being suspected.
That was, not only did he steal the bookmark he needed, but he also stole the surrounding bookmarks, including some of the lighter books!
Phew … Having made his preparations, Klein took out his golden pocket watch and opened it to take a look. He patiently waited for the time after nine o 'clock, before midnight.
If it was too early, the surrounding people wouldn't be asleep yet, so they wouldn't be able to fulfill the requirements of his plan. If it was too late, there would be almost no pedestrians on the streets. Just walking on the streets would make it easy for him to be suspected. And during this period of time, due to the serial murders, all of Baekeland was in a state of lockdown.
This was beneficial to Klein's operation, but it was also disadvantageous!
Tick tock. Tick tock. The hands kept moving. As the night deepened and the crimson moon appeared, they finally exceeded nine o 'clock.
Klein put away the Master Key and other items, picked up his cane, and first went to East Borough to change his attire. Then, he took a rental carriage a few times and arrived at a place that was quite a distance away from King's Avenue in West Borough.
And at this moment, an hour and thirty-five minutes had passed.
His original plan wasn't actually like this. He wanted to use the method of summoning himself and responding to himself to become a Spirit Body. He would then use his extreme speed to fly across the distance from Cherwood Borough to West Borough, and then sneak into the Royal Museum. With the help of that uniqueness, he would be able to succeed without anyone noticing.
However, he eventually gave up on this plan because of the potential and high risk.
Baekeland had High-Sequence Beyonders, and there was more than one of them!
In a situation where the serial murders had left people in a state of panic without being solved for a long time, there might be High-Sequence Beyonders who were consciously using their Beyonder powers or the corresponding Sealed Items to monitor certain areas. And the distance from Cherwood Borough to West Borough wasn't long, but it wasn't short either. The chances of a special Spirit Body flying over wasn't low.
This couldn't be completely ignored just because the divination result said that there was a certain level of danger, but it wasn't very high. This was because divination didn't give an intuitive answer, but a revelation that needed to be interpreted.
In other words, the outcome of "there was a certain level of danger, but it wasn't very high" required a premise, and that was that he had made a relatively good choice.
Therefore, to be cautious, Klein modified his original plan, but he retained the core idea.
…
2 King's Avenue, Royal Museum.
On the polygonal roof, there were four security personnel in woolen coats. They endured the cold wind of the late autumn night and carefully examined their respective directions. Once someone approached the museum, it would be difficult to hide from their eyes even if they used the shadows of the trees and houses as cover.
Just from this arrangement, it could be seen that the security company that had accepted the commission was very professional.
"There's still half an hour before the rotation starts …" A security personnel looked down at his companions who were patrolling the building and trembled.
Inside the museum, the remaining security personnel were divided into four batches. They followed different routes and patrolled the various exhibition halls at intervals.
In the exhibition hall where Rosell's diary was stored, the Machinery Hivemind team's captain, Max Livermore, wore a monocle that allowed him to see wraiths, shadows, and other spirit-type monsters. He carried a lantern and went back and forth to check on the situation. From time to time, he would go somewhere else to confirm the situation.
His two subordinates remained in the small hall, beside Rosell's diary.
However, there was an additional item placed on the glass cabinet.
It was a pile of colorful building blocks that formed a miniature picture of the first floor of the museum.
This was also a sealed item. As long as the deformable building blocks were pieced together into a corresponding building, it could establish a connection with the real thing. Once someone intruded, it would immediately shrink.
Of course, there were many limitations to this. It wouldn't do if the distance was too far, and it wouldn't do if the number of building blocks it had wasn't enough.
And the people and objects inside were almost unable to leave without external help.
"Captain, do you think someone will really steal this notebook? I don't understand it at all! "a team member asked out of boredom when he saw Max return with a lantern.
Max smiled.
"Some people worship Rosell very fervently. It's not something you can understand."
"Some of them believe that they can crack it, but they just need more reference. Some believe that the symbols themselves contain mysterious powers. As long as they find the right combination, they will obtain Beyonder powers."
"In previous exhibitions, such criminals would be caught from time to time."
"That's why we didn't take the diary away and placed it in the sealed land. Are we waiting for someone to 'surrender' themselves?" another team member asked in enlightenment.
Max nodded.
"Who wouldn't want a merit that's right in front of them?"
...
18 King's Avenue, outside the building near the crossroads.
Klein followed the shadows and sheltered areas, occasionally using the Master Key to walk in a straight line before finally arriving.
He took out the simple brass key again, aimed it at the kitchen door, and silently twisted it.
As the water rippled imperceptibly, Klein entered and passed through every door and wall he saw. Without alerting anyone, he found a storage room.
"This' Master Key 'is really useful! It's just that the previous two owners got lost in dangerous places, so I didn't dare to carry it around with me … Klein sighed and put away the brass key. With the servants' bedroom beside him, he took out the Holy Night Powder and released its spirituality to seal the entire storage room, preventing the commotion inside from escaping.
Then, he took out a candle and placed it on the box in front of him.
Pa! He snapped his fingers, causing a pale blue spirituality flame to emit from his fingertips.
After the candle wick was lit, he summoned himself according to the ritualistic magic process and went above the gray fog to respond to himself.
In less than a minute, Klein floated in the room. Opposite him was his body whose eyes had lost their luster.
After familiarizing himself with this feeling, he wrapped the ancient and exquisite Aztec copper whistle, making his Spirit Body more stable and powerful. A cold wind began to swirl in the room.
At the same time, he also used this power to slightly change the appearance of his illusory Spirit Body, making it seem as though he had painted his face with a layer of paint.
After doing all of this, Klein took a box of common matches he had bought on the street, cut a transparent door in the wall of spirituality, and walked out.
"Let's go!"
He silently encouraged himself, and like a real ghost, he passed through one residential house after another and successfully arrived at the periphery of the Royal Museum.
There was no need for him to activate his Spirit Vision. In this state, he could clearly see every security guard. Their auras and emotional colors betrayed them without any reservations.
After finding the withered lawn and the iron-black lamppost that faced the exhibition hall's window, Klein didn't swagger over while ordinary people couldn't see him. Instead, he followed the shadows and followed a route that was difficult to see. He passed through the tree carvings and obstacles before carefully arriving at his destination. He stuck to the wall — he couldn't guarantee that there weren't any members of the Machinery Hivemind among the security guards.
And at this moment, the four security guards who were carefully examining the areas they were in charge of on the roof were like real blind people, unable to discover anything.
Klein didn't directly enter the exhibition hall. This was because his spiritual perception and intuition told him that the museum's first floor was enveloped by a mysterious power, and also because he couldn't confirm if there were any Beyonders inside.
He followed his plan and circled to the other side, to a bathroom that was closer to the exhibition hall where Rosell's diary was. He threw the box of matches he carried with him into the vent.
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