After a round of exploration, Klein, who didn't discover anything else, returned to the ancient palace that was propped up by stone pillars.
He sat at the end of the long bronze table, half-closed his eyes, and examined the growth of his spirituality and the number of members he could rope in.
Including the ones I didn't take on before, I can roughly rope in four new members. However, I don't have a target for now … Klein shook his head and muttered to himself. Without staying any longer, he returned to the real World and busied himself with a beautiful dinner.
He cut the potatoes, blanched the beef, added the onions, and stir-fried them for a while. After sprinkling white sugar, pepper, and other condiments, Klein poured the prepared hot water into the pot, covered it, and lowered the flame.
I have to say that the ability of a Magician to control flames is a great helper in the kitchen … Ever since I had it, my culinary skills have improved significantly … If there wasn't any loss of control, monsters, searches, or evil gods, and everyone working to use their powers without causing any harm, the World would be peaceful and beautiful … Klein sighed and left the kitchen to enter the living room.
The light from the gas wall lamps spilled out. Klein, who had planned on flipping through a magazine and waiting for an opportunity to add the potatoes and carrots, as well as the right amount of salt, couldn't help but think about how to act as a Faceless.
When I woke up this morning, my spirituality had completely stabilized. I realized that although the Faceless potion in my body showed no signs of digesting, it had a certain degree of compatibility with me. This is a phenomenon that has never happened before after consuming the Seer, Clown, and Magicians potions …
With this in mind, Klein looked up at the oriel window. As it was already dark outside, it became like a mirror, faithfully reflecting the black-haired, brown-eyed, bearded, and gold-rimmed glasses figure of Sherlock Moriarty.
Klein nodded in thought.
This might be because I've been acting as Klein Moretti all this time. Hmm … In a sense, Sherlock Moriarty is just Klein in disguise, and not someone else.
"Although I've received many memory fragments and have some of my original feelings, in essence, I'm still a visitor from another world, Earth's keyboard warrior Zhou Mingrui.
"I've experienced too many things in the past five months. Sometimes, I even think that I'm Klein Moretti."
Amidst the silence, thoughts flashed through Klein's mind, giving him many insights.
However, I'm still Zhou Mingrui wearing Klein Moretti's skin … I've never given up on returning … He slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the figure reflected in the oriel window had changed.
It was a young man with dark brown eyes and short black hair. There was nothing special about his facial features, and he looked rather refined. However, there were obvious bags under his eyes, and there were signs of a double chin.
This was Zhou Mingrui from Earth.
Long time no see … Klein sighed, raised his hands, and rubbed his face.
When he put down his arms, he had already transformed back into Sherlock Moriarty.
After some contemplation and adjustment, he inexplicably felt that there was less of a barrier between his spirituality and the potion, and there were signs of them slowly fusing.
It's no wonder Nimblewright Master Rosago's teacher — or perhaps his teacher — said that you can disguise as anyone, but you can only be yourself … This should be the core principle of the Faceless acting method. Once you forget this point, it's very easy to lose yourself in the constant changes and eventually become a monster. Klein recalled what he had gained from mediumship and came to a realization.
He crossed his right leg, leaned back, and quickly made plans for the future.
I'll figure out and summarize the specific acting principles of a Faceless …
In the Beyonder circle of Baekeland, I'll gather information related to mermaids on the Tarot, so as to prepare for the ritual at sea …
I'll directly or indirectly obtain the High Priest Sun potion formula and help Little Sun advance to Sequence 7. I'll be qualified to obtain the method to remove the mental corruption of a Rampager in a Beyonder characteristic.
But I can't place all my hopes on Little Sun. I'll have to attempt to gather it myself.
Klein, whose mood gradually calmed down, snapped his fingers, reducing the fire in the kitchen. The fragrance of beef began to spread.
At that moment, he heard the doorbell ring.
The visitor was Lawyer Jurgen.
Even though it was drizzling and the ground was wet, Jurgen was still dressed meticulously. He even wore a vertical collar.
"What's the matter?" Klein was already quite familiar with him, so he didn't exchange pleasantries and directly asked.
Jurgen put away his black umbrella and patted off the water droplets on his double-breasted frock coat.
"Sherlock, I'll be leaving Baekeland on Monday next week. I'll be heading south for a vacation with my grandmother. The warm environment and clean air there suit her very well."
"That's a very good thing." Klein took the initiative to make a deduction and asked with a smile, "You want me to temporarily adopt Brody?"
Jurgen shook his head seriously.
"My grandmother couldn't bear to part with Brodie and insisted on bringing him along. I've asked around, and as long as we put him in a cage and buy a full fare ticket, he can also board the steam locomotive. However, we have to clean the cage at all times so that the air above isn't polluted."
In fact, the smell in the third-class carriage is enough to overwhelm the stench of cat poop … Klein chuckled.
"Brody probably doesn't want to go out, right?"
"But it can't bear to part with my grandmother," Jurgen replied.
He pressed down on his hat and said,
"I'm here to inform you that if you need to be released on bail or deal with legal disputes, you can look for my colleague. This is his business card. I've already communicated with him. He won't be leaving Baekeland this year."
How professional. He even specially considered this problem … However, I probably don't need it for the time being. I'm now an informant for the Machinery Hivemind. Under normal circumstances, I won't be arrested and sent to the police station … Klein thanked him with a smile, took the business card, and stuffed it into his pocket.
Jurgen had no intention of chatting or entering. He immediately raised his hand.
He immediately raised his hand and said, "I still have to visit other clients. Sherlock, see you tomorrow. No, see you next year."
"Then I'll have to say this in advance. Happy New Year to your family." Klein smiled and waved.
Watching Jurgen leave with his umbrella, Klein closed the door and sat back in the living room.
At this moment, other than the sizzling flames licking the bottom of the pot in the kitchen, there was no other sound in the room. It was so quiet that Klein could hear the carriage moving in the distance.
He slowly looked around and saw the coffee table, the contract, the cupboard, the fountain pen, the porcelain cup, the dining table, the chair, and the wall.
Retracting his gaze, Klein leaned back on the sofa and looked out the window at the dark night and the gas street lamps that emitted a dense glow. In the deep cold and silence, he sighed.
"New Year …"
…
The lightning gradually calmed down, and the darkness became the ruler of the land.
After a short trek and sporadic battles, the City of Silver's expedition team finally arrived at their destination.
With the help of the animal hide lantern's light that couldn't reach far, Derrick Berg saw the city walls that had almost completely collapsed. He saw the tattered streets that didn't even have a single weed.
On both sides of the street, most of the houses had collapsed. Only a few were barely holding on, but their surfaces were mottled and filled with the dust of time.
The white and blue paint, which was different from the spires of the City of Silver, was already gray, making it hard to imagine what they originally looked like.
However, for Derrick to be able to use this to pry into the city's past, it must have experienced a long period of time. It had a considerable number of residents, and it had developed a civilization of its own in the dark ages.
The humans here consumed potions, repaired buildings, and defended the city walls. Five to six or more teams would explore, hunt monsters, and search for the resources necessary for survival.
They would celebrate in a short period of stability, offering sacrifices to the deities, and yearning for a response. They would give birth to the next generation, allowing hope to continue.
However, they eventually disappeared into the darkness, losing all their voices, leaving behind only ruins.
The ruins were like a huge tomb, burying a civilization that had struggled to survive but had disappeared.
Demon Hunter Colin looked around, his expression somewhat solemn, as if he had seen the future of the City of Silver.
He pointed ahead and said,
"The other places have been cleaned up.
"That temple is in the middle of the city."
The exploratory team dispersed slightly, but they still maintained sufficient order. They didn't let down their guard against their surroundings.
After passing through ruins that had been destroyed for an unknown period of time, and after walking through streets that were so quiet that it made one restless, Derrick finally saw a wide platform that was purely man-made.
On the platform, there was a half-collapsed building. It was abnormally similar to the temple in the City of Silver. Stone pillars propped up the dome and arched the door.
It's completely different from the other buildings here. It's indeed the Fallen Creator who later converted … Just as this thought flashed through Derrick's mind, the four lanterns in the team extinguished at the same time!
Suddenly, the entire exploratory team fell into pure darkness. There was no lightning in the sky, and there was no candlelight on the ground. The breathing of the surrounding humans also seemed to disappear.
Derrick's body instantly tensed up. He felt as if a monster had stuck out its tongue in the darkness and was trying to lick his scalp. However, his spiritual perception told him that nothing actual had appeared.
At this moment, a young, helpless, terrified, and hoarse voice rang in his ears.
It was the whisper of a child:
"Save me … Save me …"
Derrick was momentarily stunned, unsure of how to react. But in the blink of an eye, bits of shimmering dust appeared in front of him.
The dust exploded one after another, igniting a silver-white glow that illuminated the surrounding area.
Colin stared at Derrick and said with a deep voice, "What are you thinking about?"
Derrick immediately snapped to his senses.
He clasped his hands in shame and placed them in front of his mouth and nose as if he was praying.
His body immediately emitted a rather clear light, causing the surrounding darkness to silently recede.
The other team members took the opportunity to reignite the candles.
As the Demon Hunter had reacted in time, no team members went missing this time, nor were there any new members.
Colin retracted his gaze from Derrick and looked at the half-collapsed temple on the platform.
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