"Yes, more than a month ago." Allen nudged his gold-rimmed glasses and gave an affirmative answer.
More than a month ago? Wasn't that when you were plagued by nightmares related to Will Auceptin? Klein was surprised and puzzled, but he didn't let his emotions show on his face.
In an instant, he thought of the two divinations he had done.
Will Auceptin was in a dark room, and there was the sound of flowing water outside.
Could that be a sign of amniotic fluid or blood? Klein's heart skipped a beat as he suddenly came to a realization.
When he looked at Dr. Allen again, the look in his eyes was rather complicated.
He suspected that the child his wife was pregnant with was Will Auceptin, a Snake of Mercury!
In mysticism symbols, the Snake of Mercury's head and tail are connected, and it devours its own tail, implying the cycle of fate … In order to avoid enemies, Will Auceptin took the initiative to secretly start a new cycle in advance? Klein made a guess based on the knowledge he currently had.
Dr. Allen didn't notice the abnormality he was trying his best to hide as he said with a smile, "He'll definitely be an adorable fellow.
"He'll be a cute guy. When he's born, I'll hold a banquet to celebrate his arrival. Sherlock, don't reject my invitation."
"Perhaps it's her," Klein replied with a smile.
Frankly speaking, he was a little curious. He wanted to see what kind of state the newborn Snake of Mercury would be in.
However, he was also a little afraid and worried. After all, the Snake of Mercury was a Sequence 1 of the Monster pathway of fate, and it was involved in the fight for the position of a deity. No one could be sure that the future would be smooth sailing, stable, and blissful.
To Dr. Allen, I'm not sure if it's fortunate or unfortunate … Whether Will Auceptin is kind or not is one thing, and whether the other Snake of Mercury will discover it is another thing … And Will Auceptin hasn't done anything at the moment. Informing the Nighthawks seems a little cruel. I've always been able to understand unaffiliated Beyonders … Quietly watching the development from the sidelines without getting involved or making use of it is the best choice … Maybe I've misinterpreted it and thought too much? Maybe Will Auceptin isn't a Snake of Mercury at all! Maybe Dr. Allen's wife's child is normal! Many thoughts flashed through Klein's mind.
"Her? That's even better, "Allen said expectantly.
Klein pondered for a moment before asking another question.
"Do you still have nightmares recently?"
"Occasionally, but they're all normal nightmares. There's no more Will Auceptin. Sherlock, thank you for your guidance," Allen said sincerely.
No, no, no, that's not normal. As a keyboard warrior, my limited psychological knowledge tells me that it's normal for me to occasionally dream of Will Auceptin. This is a standard reaction after being stimulated. Since the other party caused me so much trouble and left such a deep impression on me, it will definitely be reflected in my dreams. Therefore, the correct change is that I will occasionally dream of Will Auceptin, but the dream will no longer be very clear. I might even forget the details when I wake up, only knowing that it happened … Klein became more certain.
Just then, he heard a whoosh.
He subconsciously looked out of the hall, only to see that the darkness in the air had been blown away by the strong wind, and the faint yellow fog had been swept away.
The leafless branches swayed, and the strong wind dragged out a clear trace, heading straight towards the southeast.
A few seconds later, everything returned to normal. It was as calm as before.
"It's rare to see such strong winds in Baekeland during winter. At least, I don't have any impression of it." Allen also looked out the window and sighed.
This isn't a normal wind … What happened? Klein suppressed his puzzlement and found an excuse to go to the bathroom to do an ordinary divination, but he didn't receive any effective revelations.
He temporarily put the matter to the back of his mind and prepared to go to the underground shooting range to practice his marksmanship.
But at this moment, an attendant in a red vest passed through the hall that was as warm as spring and came to his side. He said respectfully,
He said respectfully, "Mr. Moriarty, your friend is looking for you."
"Who?" Klein asked in surprise.
"Mr. Ikanser Bernard," the red-vested attendant replied.
That deacon who is often "haircut" … Why is he suddenly looking for me? Did he discover something new? Klein immediately walked to the club's reception hall.
Ikanser pressed down on his hat that was propped up by his fluffy hair, came over, and lowered his voice.
"The Mandated Punishers have found Patrick Jason Beria."
"How did they find him?" Klein asked, half surprised and half curious.
According to the revelation he had obtained from his divination, Jason Beria had always been wearing a human skin. His true appearance and aura weren't what they had been determined to be, so it was almost impossible to find him so easily!
Ikanser looked around and said, "I'm not sure.
"I don't know. I just received the news."
He pointed to a white bird perched on a tree outside the door.
The bird was leisurely cleaning its feathers with its beak.
Without waiting for Klein to ask again, Ikanser roughly described what had happened.
"The Mandated Punishers found clues and confirmed Jason's whereabouts, but this Devil sensed danger ahead of time. Before the encirclement closed, he killed two Mandated Punishers and escaped. This made the upper echelons of the Church of the Storm very angry. Spellsinger of God, Ace Snake, personally gave chase. You should've seen the strong wind just now. It was caused by him. He's the archbishop of the Church of the Storm diocese of Baekeland, and also one of the cardinals of the Church of the Storm."
It sounds normal, but it feels strange … According to Mr. Eichinger and my guesses, this can also be understood as Jason, the Desire Apostle, luring away a High-Sequence Beyonder … Klein deliberated and asked,
"Are you sure that the person who was discovered was Jason Beria?"
Ikanser's expression turned solemn as he replied in a rather strange tone.
"I'll give it a try."
He gestured for Klein to follow him out and onto a spacious carriage parked by the street. There were two Machinery Hivemind members inside.
Ikanser took a deep breath and took out the ancient silver mirror with strange patterns from a special pocket inside his clothes.
After doing the prelude, he said with a dark expression, "Honorable Arrodes, my question is:
"Honorable Arrodes, my question is, where is Patrick Jason Beria's current location?"
The light around him suddenly distorted, like a lamp after the rain. A scene quickly appeared in the silver mirror.
It was an inland river boat with its sails raised. Jason Beria, with high cheekbones, blue eyes, and neatly combed hair, pressed down on his cap, pulled up his coat collar, and hurriedly entered the cabin in a secretive manner.
"He really wants to escape from Baekeland! Spellsinger of God seems to be rushing to the dock area … "a female Machinery Hivemind member said in enlightenment.
Isn't this too easy to expose? Klein was filled with puzzlement.
Ikanser didn't care about this. All his attention was focused on the surface of the silver mirror.
This time, he only had the option of answering the question. A mistake or a lie would result in a terrifying punishment.
Soon, blood-red words appeared on the surface of the mirror:
"If the man you like is covered in warts, or has his skin peeled off, leaving only flesh and blood, or has become a monster, but can communicate, would you still like him?"
What a shameful question … Wait, a man? Klein almost turned his head to look at Ikanser.
Ikanser slowly exhaled and said,
"Yes, but I'll kill him with my own hands."
"Very honest." A new combination of words appeared on the surface of the silver mirror.
… This question-and-answer game is practically a public execution … Klein wanted to cover his face with his hand.
He looked at the other two Machinery Hivemind members. There was nothing abnormal, or rather, they pretended not to have any abnormal expressions.
He hesitated and said, "I keep feeling that it's too easy. Maybe that's not the real Jason Beria?"
"But Jason Beria is pointing at him." Ikanser planned on losing the silver mirror.
Klein thought for a few seconds and organized his words.
"No, what I really mean is that we have to abandon some of our inherent judgments. What we're looking for is the Desire Apostle, not Jason Beria. The two aren't necessarily the same.
"This is something I have to bring up as a detective."
…
On King's Avenue, a luxurious carriage left the Parliament of the Kingdom.
The carriage was carpeted and had furniture such as reclining beds, sofas, and tables. It was like a mobile room.
Dressed in a dark blue admiral's uniform, the current Duke Of Negan, Lord Pallas, was holding a glass made of crystal and drinking the blood-like Aurmir wine.
As he tasted the wine, he thought and said, "Invite Earl Of Hall to be a guest tomorrow.
"Invite Earl Of Hall to be a guest tomorrow. I want to talk to him about increasing the wages of factory workers, improving their working hours, and amending the Poor Law. These are all bills that he's been pushing hard for recently, so he should be very interested. Heh, why is the Church of Evernight suddenly concerned about such matters?
"When inviting him, you can first reveal to Earl Of Hall what I wish to discuss. Property restrictions for elections are a must, and they can't be lowered. Otherwise, those fellows who drive large numbers of workers will definitely occupy more seats. Also, suppress the recent attacks on invalid constituencies …"
The secretary beside him quickly recorded Duke Of Negan's instructions.
After saying that, Duke Of Negan sighed and said, "I'm doing this for the status of nobles.
However, there are more and more useless fellows among us. There are even quite a number of people who owe money to the rich. "
At this moment, the carriage didn't turn towards Empress Borough, but went straight ahead.
As the nobleman with the most land besides the king, Duke Of Negan had many mistresses. However, in the relatively conservative Kingdom of Rouen, this was a place where political enemies could easily attack. Therefore, even as a duke, he had to be sneaky when he visited his mistresses. However, this seemed to give him more pleasure.
Today, he was going to the mistress he doted on the most for the past two to three years, a young lady who had just turned twenty.
Taking out a bottle of medicine made from the powder of a mummy and drinking it, Duke Of Negan couldn't help but touch the accessory hanging around his neck. It was a dark blue thumb-sized conch.
It was a mystical item that the Church of the Storm had specially provided after the Zillinges assassination. As long as Duke Of Negan blew it, Spellsinger of God, Ace Snake, in the Holy Wind Cathedral would hear the commotion and lock onto his location.
To protect himself, Duke Of Negan even changed the residences of his mistresses to Cherwood Borough, not far from the Holy Wind Cathedral.
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