Outside the window, the sky was dark, but there was no fog that Klein was familiar with. The waves came crashing in, blowing away all the haze, causing the clouds in the sky to unfurl and arrange themselves into various shapes, reflecting the golden-red sunlight.
This was Pritz Harbor, the largest and busiest harbor in the Kingdom of Rouen.
Klein, who was wearing a light-colored vest and white shirt, stood by the window and stared at the outside world for a while until his pocket watch urged him to return to the mahogany table.
In front of the warm fireplace, he picked up a black fountain pen, unfolded the letter, and slowly wrote:
"Dear Mr. Aztec,
"Please forgive me for not writing to you until today. In the past few days, I've been wandering around Baekeland, immersed in the devastation caused by the previous incident to this metropolis. If we were all ordinary people, we might've already been covered with white cloth and carried to the crematorium, staying in an extremely tiny box …" I've waited for a long time and finally found an opportunity to retrieve the items that belong to me.
Among them is the Card of Blasphemy that I promised. In addition, there's another item that I'll get a messenger to bring to you. It's a copper whistle, a copper whistle that can summon a messenger. It came from a chance encounter with an elder who had crawled out of a coffin. You must be very puzzled after reading this, because the description I used can also point to you. This is what I'm puzzled about.
"… That's the specifics of what happened. I suspect that the original owner of the copper whistle was a member of the Charismatic Order who attempted to resurrect Death. Furthermore, his level wasn't low. Perhaps you can tell something from this copper whistle …
"Before leaving Baekeland, I wrote a letter to the Machinery Hivemind, describing the massive underground ruin where you and Ince Zangwill fought. I hope that they can use this information to figure out the truth behind the matter.
"After a roundabout and indirect probe, I've confirmed that they don't have any enmity towards me and you for the time being. If you encounter any trouble, perhaps you can try to seek their help.
"Finally, I have another question. Is there any way to remove the mental corruption that remains in a solidified Beyonder characteristic?
"… I'm about to embark on a long journey. I wish you a smooth journey in searching for your memories, and I wish myself a safe journey.
"Your student and friend, Klein Moretti."
After putting down the pen and reading it from the beginning, Klein folded the letter and stuffed it, the Black Emperor card, and the copper whistle that was suspected to be left behind by a member of the Charismatic Order, into the envelope.
After doing all this, he picked up the copper whistle that Mr. Aztec had given him and summoned the messenger by blowing it.
The messenger was still nearly four meters tall and made of pure bones. Its eye sockets burned with pitch-black flames, but Klein's spiritual intuition told him that this was already another messenger.
Sighing inwardly, Klein raised his arm and put the letter into the man's hand.
The messenger lowered his head to take a look, then quickly disintegrated, turning into white bones. Then, like a torrential rain, they drilled into the ground.
Upon seeing this, Klein tapped his right molar and deactivated his Spirit Vision.
He returned his gaze to the table, where there was a light yellow identification card. This was a necessary item to purchase an ocean voyage ticket through the proper channels.
For this, he had specially sought out Sharon and obtained a new identity through her circle.
This identity belonged to a bounty hunter, a lunatic who wanted to adventure at sea in order to get rich quick. According to Klein, his name was German Sparrow.
"Hunting sins …" Klein muttered as he put away the series of documents that proved his new identity.
Right on the heels of that, he drew the curtains, took four steps counterclockwise, and went above the gray fog.
There was still some time before the Tarot Gathering. Klein quickly flipped out Creeping Hunger and wore it on his hand.
Closing his eyes, he sensed the distorted and illusory souls and attempted to release the Faceless.
If this were the real World, Creeping Hunger would happily eat this gift and spit out the corresponding Beyonder characteristic. However, being above the gray fog, it didn't dare have any impulse. It allowed the Faceless's soul to leave the glove and appear on the side of the long bronze table.
It was a middle-aged man with a blurry face. The feeling of distortion and pain had dissipated significantly.
With great difficulty, he bowed to Klein, who was leaning against the back of the chair. His figure gradually faded and was about to fall into the gray fog.
Inside the towering palace, Klein didn't need to prepare any additional rituals to directly channel the spirit. Hence, he emanated his spirituality and stabilized the other party.
"Do you know where there are living mermaids?"
The man replied in a daze,
"Apart from those reared by the Church of the Evernight Goddess, I can only find them by sailing deep into the Sonia Sea from the Gargas Archipelago for at least a week. That's my destination."
So he's also a Faceless who's seeking to advance … In order to pursue mermaids, he risked his life out at sea, but for some unknown reason, he died at the hands of Rear Admiral Hurricane Zillinges … The Church of the Goddess reared many mermaids? Klein suddenly realized something and asked,
"Which organization do you belong to? Or should I say, where did your potion formula come from? "
The middle-aged man's body suddenly trembled, and he only spoke after two seconds.
"The Secret Order. I belong to the Secret Order."
Secret Order? The Secret Order doesn't have their own mermaids? Klein deliberated for a moment and said,
"Have you seen your leader, Zaratul?"
The illusory and transparent Faceless fell silent at first before shouting with a sharp voice,
"Yes!
"H-he's not normal! He's an undying monster! "
As he spoke, his figure became thinner and was on the verge of dissipating.
Zaratul is indeed still alive! What exactly happened to make the members of the Secret Order fear him so much? To be precise, should I use it? "…" Klein hurriedly asked another key question.
"Apart from the treasures left behind by the Antigonus family and your Secret Order, where else can I obtain the High-Sequence Beyonder potion formula of the Seer pathway?"
The Faceless became more and more transparent and incorporeal. Finally, he could only say:
"The Church of the Evernight Goddess … Cathedral of Serenity …"
Holy Cathedral … Klein silently watched as the Faceless's Spirit Body was completely liberated. He repeated a single word in his heart — the Cathedral of Serenity was the headquarters of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, the Holy Cathedral that the Nighthawks spoke of.
There really is a High-Sequence Beyonder potion formula of the Seer pathway hidden there … I wonder how many secrets the various Churches have buried and hidden … As Klein sighed, he made the black-green gelatinous substance condensed on the surface of his glove slide onto the surface of the long bronze table.
The Faceless's Beyonder characteristic finally formed a translucent jelly-like object. Against the black-green background, there would occasionally be different faces floating inside, like figures hidden behind dark-colored curtains.
Klein took a few glances, nodded indiscernibly, and muttered to himself,
He muttered to himself, "Later, with the help of The World, I'll get Mr. The Hanging Man to sell this Beyonder characteristic to an Artisan or a Beyonder who needs it."
Although he had found a loophole in the official Beyonders' surveillance of 15 Minsk Street with the help of the divination above the gray fog, in order not to provoke them and expose the secret of his Spirit Body, he ultimately didn't return there. Instead, he spent extra money to buy a change of clothes, as well as some necessities for life. He spent a total of 12 pounds.
Together with the eight pounds he had to pay for the documents of his new identity, his wallet was so shriveled that there was no need for it to exist.
As for the 10% shares of the bicycle company, Klein found an opportunity to meet Detective Eichinger Stanton. He signed a legal document and entrusted it to him. After all, their relationship wasn't a secret in the eyes of the Nighthawks and the Machinery Hivemind.
I still have 5 pounds in cash and 5 gold coins … It will cost 4 pounds to go to the Rorsted Archipelago, and this is a third-class ticket in the lower cabin … It will cost at least 4 pounds to transfer from the Rorsted Archipelago to the Gargas Archipelago … I have to sell off the Faceless's Beyonder characteristic as soon as possible … This way, I can at least sit in a second-class cabin and eat good food … Thankfully, Emlyn's suitcase has been left above the gray fog; otherwise, I'd have to buy another one … Klein silently calculated his financial situation, as though he had returned to the time when he had just transmigrated. He had to rely on his salary as a Nighthawk to afford a formal suit.
A Sequence 6 Beyonder characteristic ranges from 3,000 to 4,000 pounds. If someone is in urgent need of it, there's a premium … But apart from maintaining my livelihood, I still have to consider the cost of the supplementary ingredients for a Nimblewright Master. I also have to consider the cost of the ritual to remove the mental corruption of the main ingredient. Klein sighed, took out his pocket watch, and opened it.
Seeing that it was almost time, he first sent Little Sun a message to prepare for the gathering.
…
Fors's vision suddenly turned clear as she saw three figures sitting across the long mottled table.
There's an additional member? With a thought, she quickly calmed down.
At that moment, she didn't care if there were any new members in the Tarot. Her mind was filled with the smog and plague from last week.
She clearly remembered that at the last gathering, The World had reminded her and Miss Justice that something big was brewing in Baekeland, and it was very likely that it would bring about a tragedy. Mr. Fool had confirmed this guess and further pointed out that the key figure in the problem was Prince Edessak.
She didn't doubt Mr. Fool's abilities, but she thought that the tragedy needed time to brew and that there was still plenty of time to investigate. Who knew that it would come so quickly and so suddenly!
It's reported that Prince Edessak also contracted an illness in the smog and unfortunately died … It really happened, it really happened … Fors recalled the contents of the newspapers from a few days ago and seemed to understand something, but she couldn't grasp anything. For a moment, she felt a little panicked and uneasy.
As a Sequence 9, it seems that because I joined the Tarot, I "intervened" in advance in this terrifying matter that involves a huge city, a prince, and the lives of tens of thousands of people! It was only at this moment that Magicians Fors deeply understood the weight of being a member of the Tarot.
Then, she heard Miss Justice's usual greeting, but it had lost its cheerfulness.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.
"You've saved Baekeland once again!"
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