W-isn't this making things difficult for me? Upon hearing Aaron's request, Klein nearly drew a crimson moon on his chest in passing, but he ultimately resisted the urge and replied very seriously, "I'm not going to do it.
"Perhaps some of my actions have caused you to misunderstand."
"But I have to tell you that faith isn't something that can be changed once it's decided."
Allen immediately raised his arms and made an apologetic gesture.
"I'm sorry. I misunderstood your piety. I shouldn't have joked about your faith."
"Alright, our difference in faith doesn't stop us from being friends."
Klein wiped away his fake expression and smiled.
"That doesn't hold true in Feysac and Feynapotter. They can only accept one faith."
In comparison, as many Churches had coexisted for more than 1,400 years, Rouen and Intis were much more open in this aspect.
Without waiting for Allen's reply, he pretended to casually change the topic.
"Did you see Will Auceptin after that? He's the child who had his leg amputated and said that your luck would turn for the worse. "
He believed that the Nighthawks would definitely investigate based on the clues provided by Allen, so he was somewhat curious about the outcome. He was curious if it was the child or the tarot cards in his hand that changed Allen's luck.
"No, I haven't seen him since he was discharged." Allen shook his head with certainty.
What a pity. The Nighthawks can find him based on the address registered in the hospital, but I can't rashly interfere … Of course, that child might've already moved away … After chatting with Allen for a while, Klein prepared to head to the underground shooting range and familiarize himself with the complimentary revolver with ordinary bullets.
At this moment, two acquaintances walked in. One was a member of the Kingdom's National Atmospheric Pollution Council, a shareholder of the Coim Company, Ma 'am Mary. The other was Klein's landlord, Mrs. Stelyn Sammer. They were both wearing relatively light dresses, making them look much younger.
According to the club's rules, each member could only bring one additional person in. Therefore, Mary's maidservant and specially hired bodyguards were left in the reception hall.
Klein politely went forward, greeted him, and praised him politely.
"Ladies, both of you are as beautiful as ever today, but your beauty is different from usual."
Mary, who had recently come into contact with many important figures, smiled.
"Rosell once said that life is about sports. As for Stelyn, she always stays at home and deals with those trivial matters. Even when she goes out, she only attends banquets and listens to operas. Her health is much worse than before, so I brought her here to play tennis and squash."
With her high cheekbones, she turned her gaze and saw a member of the House of Commons and two members of the Parliament of Baekeland chatting in a corner.
"I met someone I know. I'm going to greet them. You can wait for me at the library."
"Alright." Compared to Mary, Stelyn was clearly much prettier, but when facing the lady, she appeared rather respectful and docile.
After Mary walked some distance away, she raised her chin slightly and looked at Klein.
"Mr. Moriarty, you seem to be very busy recently?"
"Yes, I was working with a lot of detectives to help the police investigate the serial murder case. We made a certain contribution and received a lot of money," Klein answered "truthfully."
Stelyn covered her mouth with her hand.
"Really?"
"What does the murderer look like? Why did he kill those ladies? The newspaper's description was very vague. "
"I'm sorry, but I have to abide by the confidentiality clause." Klein skillfully found an excuse.
I can't possibly tell you that it has a body of black fur, a smooth, moist tail, and likes to run on all fours … Klein lampooned inwardly.
Stelyn nodded regretfully and asked curiously, "What's the matter?
She then asked curiously, "How much money did you receive?"
"A lot of us split it." Klein didn't answer her directly.
"Did you get 50 pounds?" Stelyn pressed.
"Yes." Klein nodded "honestly."
Stelyn Sammer immediately smiled.
"Your income is higher than I imagined. You're really a capable detective."
"No, such a good thing might not happen even once in a few years." Klein smiled and shook his head.
"No matter what, you've proven your ability." Stelyn's eyes darted around. "Next Sunday, Luke and I will be holding a banquet at home. I hope you can attend. Yes, sorry, this is very presumptuous. I'll get my maid to deliver the invitation to you later. Heh heh, there will be many unmarried ladies attending this banquet. Their fathers or mothers have relatively decent jobs, and their family's annual income is more than 200 pounds. Some of them even have part-time jobs that they can do at home, such as typists. They are all very outstanding women."
Th-this is a matchmaking banquet … Mrs. Stelyn has acknowledged my ability to earn money as a detective, so she plans on introducing a girl to me, who's single? However, in her eyes, am I only worthy of a woman of this level? Many thoughts flashed through Klein's mind, but considering the need to maintain a good neighborly relationship, as well as the trouble of preparing dinner, he agreed with a smile.
"If there's no emergency, I'll be there on time."
Stelyn smiled.
"Then Luke and I will await your visit."
Without further ado, she bade farewell and left, entering the club's small library. As for Klein, he practiced his marksmanship and Beyonder powers in a small, enclosed shooting range.
…
At nine o 'clock at night, Klein sat in front of his desk, watching the crimson moon in the sky gradually pierce through the clouds, revealing a figure that was no longer imperfect.
The watery red "veil" slowly spread apart, and time ticked by. When it was a quarter past ten, he heard a series of illusory pleas.
Without needing to discern it, Klein could guess that it was a plea for help from Miss Magicians.
He closed the curtains, extinguished the lights, took four steps counterclockwise, and went above the gray fog. He reached out to touch the crimson star that was constantly contracting and expanding.
In the blink of an eye, Fors's hazy figure appeared on the chair with the symbol of "Stacked Doors."
She heaved a sigh of relief, stood up, and bowed.
"Honorable Mr. Fool, you've saved me once again."
"It's nothing to worry about," Klein replied in a very nonchalant tone.
Fors clicked her tongue and sat down again.
She thought about what had just happened and didn't speak for a moment. As for Klein, in order to maintain his image, he didn't take the initiative to raise the topic.
In the towering palace that looked like a giant's residence, silence quickly became the main theme.
When Fors snapped back to her senses, she suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little oppressive, making her feel uncomfortable.
During the gathering, there was Miss Justice and Mr. World, so there was no need to worry about no one talking. But now, there's only me and Mr. Fool. What do I do? I feel so pressured! I have to say something. I have to say something. I can't just sit there like an idiot … That's Mr. Fool we're talking about! "He" definitely won't mind, but I'm very nervous and restrained! Fors suddenly found the feeling of being alone with her boss when she first entered the workplace.
Although Klein wasn't a Spectator, he could clearly tell that Miss Magicians was being reserved and uneasy.
Hence, he smiled and said, "Perhaps you can tell me how you became a Beyonder."
For example, how you obtained the Apprentice formula and that bracelet … Klein silently added the true direction of the question.
Fors relaxed a little and recalled, "I'm not sure.
"That was almost three years ago. I had just graduated from Baekeland's medical school."
"With my father's help, I entered a private clinic that paid well. Heh, my father had already settled down in East Balam."
"Ever since the safe sea route to the Southern Continent was discovered, the kingdom's outstanding youths began to spread their footprints to every corner of the continent. As a low-ranking officer, my father went to East Balam to pursue wealth and power. As for me and my mother, we were left behind in Baekeland, living a life of bereavement. Heh heh, it would be months before a ship would bring us a letter from afar."
"Such situations aren't rare in the kingdom. I know an old man who has five children, but they are either in the archipelago, West Balam, Paz Valley, or the Haagati Plains. They have their own careers, families, and wealth, but they have forgotten that there is a father who is always waiting for them to return."
"When I was in grammar school, my mother contracted a serious illness. I had no choice but to watch her die in the hospital bed. And my father only replied to my letter a month later. He told me that he had a new family in East Balam, and that he had welcomed a new life. He gave me all his wealth in Baekeland, and he even gave me some extra money. I believe he felt a little guilty."
As a best-selling author, Fors had already mastered the skill of rambling.
Klein had nothing to do, so he listened quietly without interrupting.
Phew. Fors exhaled and continued.
"In short, my father introduced me to the Yusuf Clinic through the retired military officers' club. The salary there is indeed very generous, and I'm doing pretty well. I'm just a little anxious about the future, so I've been working hard to learn from the senior doctors and save up money until I met an old lady who often came to see me."
"She was very lonely. She had no children, and her partner had passed away ten years ago. I felt some pity for her, so I would often talk to her and chat with her."
"One time, I was surprised to discover that she could actually pass through walls. This made me enter a whole new World."
"That old lady said that this was a legacy left to her by her husband. She vaguely mentioned that as long as one wasn't a member of any family, there wouldn't be a curse."
"Not long after, she was so ill that she was about to pass away. She asked me if I was willing to become someone like her. I was very young back then, and I still had many fantasies in my head. I agreed without any hesitation."
"She gave me the formula and asked me to guard her corpse after she died and take away the glowing item that would suddenly appear. And this was the legacy she left to me. It could be used as the main ingredient for the potion.
"In addition, she also gave me this bracelet and exhorted me not to use it unless it was the most dangerous time. At the same time, I didn't have to pay too much attention to the ravings of the full moon."
"Unfortunately, I wasn't able to avoid danger in the end. After using it once, the full moon's ravings became more serious."
From the looks of it, she's the widow of a particular Abraham … She used her own experience to prove that the curse only exists in the bloodline … Klein nodded slightly.
"When you become a High-Sequence Beyonder, the ravings won't be of much use."
"I hope so." Although Fors didn't believe that she could become a High-Sequence Beyonder, she believed in Mr. Fool.
…
It was Monday again. Just as Klein got up and went downstairs, he saw an open piece of paper on the coffee table in the living room. On it was a short message:
"Effective."
That's good … Klein immediately heaved a sigh of relief.
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