Above the stormy sea, an ancient three-masted sailboat was bobbing up and down with the waves.
It wasn't fast, nor was it large enough. In this disaster scene where the sky and sea were one, it was like a withered leaf that had left a tree. However, no matter how ferocious the hurricane was or how terrifying the waves were, it sailed safely without any signs of tilting.
Alger Wilson stood on the empty deck and looked at the mountainous waves around him. It was unknown what he was thinking.
"It's going to be Monday again …" He muttered silently.
That was a day that belonged to Mother Earth, the beginning of a new cycle of prosperity and decline.
But to Alger, it had another meaning. It belonged to a mysterious existence that was forever shrouded in grayish-white fog.
At least I haven't become a lunatic … He retracted his gaze and gave a self-deprecating laugh.
At this moment, one of his few crew members came over and asked respectfully,
"Your Grace, what's our objective for this voyage?"
Alger surveyed the area and replied in a monotonous tone,
"To pursue a Listener from the Aurora Order."
…
The storm dissipated, and the fog filled the air. There were cannons in place, but they still didn't conform to the trend of the times.
A boy of eight or nine years old, with soft yellow hair, trembled with fear as he watched the undisciplined pirates around him. He watched as they enjoyed barrels of beer, swung around with the help of ropes, taunted each other, and even punched each other.
He turned to look at the black-robed man standing in the shadows.
He lowered his voice and asked, "Father, where are we going?"
Five days ago, he met his father for the first time in his memory. The father who claimed to be an adventurer.
If it wasn't for the oil painting his mother left behind that proved his identity, and if it wasn't for the orphanage opening its doors for him, he definitely wouldn't be willing to leave his hometown and follow this relative who was almost a stranger.
The man standing in the shadows lowered his head and looked at his son. With a kind expression, he replied, "Yes.
With a kind expression, he replied, "Jack, I'll bring you to a sacred place, the 'Sanctuary' where the Creator once lived."
"Is that the Kingdom of God? We mortals can only enter if we receive blessings … "Little Jack had been taught well by his mother and had sufficient common sense. At that moment, he was both surprised and terrified.
The man standing in the shadows had an unforgettable face. It was like a stone sculpture created by the most outstanding master.
He put his hand to his ear and listened attentively. He answered in a voice that sounded like he was talking in his sleep.
"Jack, 'mortals' are a wrong concept. The Creator created this World. He is everywhere and exists in every living being. Therefore, everything has divinity. When divinity reaches a certain level, one can become an angel. The seven false gods are just more powerful angels."
"Look, I can hear the teachings of the Creator right now. Ah, what an extraordinary revelation that is! Life is just a journey of the spirit. When the spirit is strong enough and tenacious enough, we can find our own divinity and merge with more divinity … "
Lil 'Jack could not understand this complicated description. He shook his head and asked another question that he had not had the chance to ask before.
"Father, I heard from Mother that after the Creator created this World, he split into all things and did not actually exist. Then why is there still his Holy Place?"
As a child of seven or eight years old, his logic was clear enough.
The man with the chiseled face was taken aback. He tilted his head a little more, as if he had heard more whispers.
Suddenly, he fell to his knees on the deck. His skin that was exposed protruded with bluish-black objects.
He held his head with both hands, his face contorted abnormally as he shouted in extreme pain.
"They're lying!"
…
After lunch, with Old Neil promising to bring him along the next time he went to the underground market, Klein slowly returned to the Blackthorn Security Company. He was considering whether he should read some documents in the office and practice his abilities, or continue wandering around the Divination Club before Captain Dunn forbade him to act as a Seer.
However, before he could make a decision, he saw Dunn Smith walk in from outside. He was wearing a black trench coat and a half top hat.
"Captain, how's the situation?" Klein asked with concern as he thought about the whereabouts of the Antigonus family's notebook.
Dunn's gray eyes didn't show any signs of fatigue.
"Many sources have confirmed that the Antigonus family's notebook is in Ray Bieber's hands. However, he has completely disappeared."
"I've already informed the various Nighthawks teams of this matter via telegram. I've asked them to pay close attention to the various ports and steam locomotive stations. The first batch of printed portraits was mailed out yesterday afternoon. It will be published in the various newspapers."
If only there were telephones, fax machines, surveillance cameras, and big data … Unfortunately, I only know how to use them. I don't even understand the principles behind them … Klein silently exhaled.
"However, no matter what, we have found the notebook's whereabouts, and it's all thanks to you. Of course, that still requires further confirmation. I've already sent a telegram to the Baekeland diocese, requesting them to send someone to escort Sealed Artifact 2-049 over. It's a dangerous item that once belonged to the Antigonus family. It can help us know if Ray Bieber is a descendant of the Antigonus family."
Grade 2 Sealed Artifact … Dangerous … Use it with caution and moderation … Klein originally wanted to ask what the Sealed Artifact was out of curiosity, what special powers it had, and what dangers it posed. However, he instantly remembered that he didn't have the confidentiality clearance, so he had no choice but to give up.
"May the Goddess bless us." Klein tapped his chest four times and drew a full moon.
As Dunn opened the door to his office, he nodded slightly and said, "The Goddess has always been watching over us.
Klein, if you hadn't chosen Seer previously, you would've been able to become an official member and choose Sleepless after this matter was confirmed. Unfortunately … To be honest, I've never understood why you chose Seer. Although Corpse Collector is quite repulsive, you should know how powerful a Spirit Medium is after meeting Daly. As for Mystery Pryer, it's also a good choice. At the very least, with Old Neil as a role model, the risk of losing control is very low. "
Klein had already prepared an answer to this question, but Dunn had never asked about it. It was only now that he casually mentioned it.
He organized his words.
"What I'm considering is that Seers and Mystery Pryers are support-type Beyonders, so they don't always have to face enemies. That would be too dangerous. And you and Old Neil also said that in the domain of mystery and Beyonders, curiosity and exploration often bring about terrifying consequences. The description of a Mystery Pryer's mystery prying worries me, so … Heh, as you know, I was just an ordinary university student not long ago. Being timid is the only reason why I made this choice."
"I have to say, this is an unexpected but reasonable answer." Dunn rubbed his temples and chuckled.
He turned his body halfway and sized up Klein with his gray eyes.
"During this period of time, continue going out. Don't limit yourself to the route from Welch's house to Iron Cross Street. Perhaps, perhaps you can sense that notebook and help us determine Ray Bieber's whereabouts."
"Okay." Klein realized that he didn't have to worry about it anymore.
He bade farewell and turned around, silently counting in his heart.
"Three, two …"
"Wait," Dunn shouted.
Klein turned around and smiled.
"Captain, is there anything else?"
Dunn coughed.
"Yes, there will be times when support-type Beyonders have to face enemies. Although 'Seer' sounds like it can avoid such things, we can't neglect it. You have to maintain your firearms practice and have a plan to increase your strength."
"That's what I'm trying to do." Klein pointed outside. "I'm going out."
"Okay, uh, wait a minute." Dunn called out to him again. While thinking, he said, "Maybe I should consider hiring a combat instructor for you. Of course, the prerequisite for this is that you become an official member."
Klein tersely acknowledged and cautiously asked, "Yes.
"Captain, is there anything else?"
"No more." Seeing Klein's look of disbelief, Dunn shook his head with a faint smile and emphasized, "There's really nothing else."
Only then did Klein walk out of the partition and bid farewell to Roshan, Mrs. Orianna, and company. He first went to the Shooting Club to practice before strolling around for a full hour, seriously completing the mission given to him by the Captain.
After doing all of this, he came to the Divination Club and saw the beautiful Madam Angelica reading a magazine leisurely.
Family … Klein silently recited the name, walked over with his cane, and greeted her with a smile.
"Good afternoon, Madam Angelica."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti." Angelica put down the magazine unhurriedly, stood up, and said, "Mr. Glacis came not long after you left yesterday. He had just recovered from a serious illness."
Klein heaved a sigh of relief and revealed a smile.
"That's really something to be happy about."
Upon hearing this, Angelica, who had been secretly observing him, couldn't help but suppress her voice.
She asked curiously, "Mr. Glacis said that you are a very, very, very miraculous doctor, right?"
What? Klein looked at the lady in front of him in shock, suspecting that he was hallucinating.
How can you tell that I'm a doctor?
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