The boundless gray fog floated silently as a slight sound of friction sounded at the end of the long bronze table.
Klein changed his sitting posture as he pondered over the details of the evil spirit incident with increasing seriousness. He became more and more convinced that he and Miss Sharon had completely ignored the possibility that something was wrong with Rafter Pound.
This is the Beyonder power of a Conspirer of the Red Priest pathway?
Furthermore, this is a deception that's closer to a normal level. It only has the effects of supernatural powers in minute details. Therefore, even if I were to enter the mysterious space above the gray fog, I wouldn't have passively sensed that I had been deceived. I would have to actively think and analyze to discover the problem?
If I hadn't learned from Mr. Aztec that the evil spirit is suspected to be Red Angel Medici, who has long perished, I wouldn't have felt that there was a problem. I wouldn't have hired Miss Magicians to search for abnormal signs on Williams Street …
After thinking for a few minutes, Klein conjured a pen and paper, preparing to use divination to confirm his theory.
After deliberating for a while, he finally wrote down the words for dream divination.
"Baronet Rafter Pound's current situation."
Putting down the dark red fountain pen, Klein held the piece of paper with the divination statement and leaned back in his chair.
He first recalled the information he knew about Rafter Pound before closing his eyes, silently reciting the statement, and entering Cogitation.
Klein's thoughts quickly calmed down as he quickly fell into a dream.
In the gray world, intermittent scenes flashed past before finally fixing on the house at 29 Sivellaus Street.
In the warm activity room, Rafter Pound was wearing cotton pajamas and holding a glass of red liquid. He stood quietly by the window, looking diagonally across at the Baekeland Police Headquarters.
The white at the baronet's temples was becoming more obvious. His puffy eye bags were dyed with a greenish-black color, and the wrinkles on his forehead, eyes, and mouth were so deep that they exceeded his forties.
His pupils were dilating abnormally, and his cheeks were flushed red. He had a smile on his face, which was slightly different from what Klein had seen him before.
As expected, there's a problem here … Klein left the dream and considered how to deal with the evil spirit.
There was no doubt that he had a habit of thinking in this aspect. When he couldn't contact Miss Sharon, his first reaction was to report her!
But how should he report it? Klein pondered seriously for a moment before conjuring World's figure and making him pray.
"Send the following information to the Church of the Evernight Goddess and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery through reliable channels.
"The news is that high-level spies from Feysac and Intis are gathered at Williams Street. Their motives are unknown.
"Payment, 100 pounds."
This was a statement that Klein had repeatedly considered. Directly revealing the King of Angels, the Red Priest, the Medici family, and the Tudor Dynasty ruins would indeed attract the attention of the Church and the military, but it would also make it easy for Miss Magicians, Miss Fors, to be targeted by the official organizations. It would be extremely dangerous.
The statement that high-level spies from Feysac and Intis were gathered at Williams Street was not only relatively mild, but it was also something that ordinary Beyonders had a chance of detecting. Furthermore, it was enough to make the Church and the military wary, sending out the corresponding powerhouses and using the most effective means.
As for what they found out later, it was their contribution and had nothing to do with the informant.
As for the option of seeking Mr. Aztec's help, Klein had considered it, but he ultimately decided to give up on it. This was because the evil spirit was suspected to be a King of Angels when it was alive. It was extremely dangerous, and Mr. Aztec, who was still recovering, might not be able to deal with it.
After some thought, Klein conjured the scene into a stream of light and cast it into the crimson star that represented Miss Magicians.
…
Baekeland, Cherwood Borough.
Fors received Mr. World's reply and was taken aback.
"That's a high-level spy from Feysac and Intis?" she muttered to herself in astonishment, believing that the information she provided couldn't have come to such a conclusion!
However, she quickly came to a realization. She believed that the reason why Mr. World suspected that there was something amiss at Williams Street was because he had received the corresponding high-level spy's information. After confirming that there were people from Feysac and Intis around, he could easily come to a conclusion.
Send the information to the Church of Evernight and the Church of Steam? Isn't that a euphemism for reporting … Unfortunately, I can't watch from the sidelines. Otherwise, I'll definitely be able to see a good show … Fors was no stranger to reporting. After all, her roommate and good friend was a bounty hunter.
She quickly came up with an idea and decided to leave the matter of reporting to the experienced Xio.
After leaving the bedroom, she saw Xio sitting on the sofa, leaning forward as she flipped through the target document. From time to time, she would raise her hand to grab at her messy blonde hair, looking extremely serious.
Fors casually picked up a decorative item, leaned close to the sofa, and handed it over.
"Here, have a piece of cake."
Xio glanced at the cake that was smeared with cream. Without her thoughts wandering, she raised her hand to grab it.
At this moment, Fors flipped her wrist and spread it out. The cake in her palm had already turned into a golden cloth flower.
"Surprised?" she asked with a smile.
Xio couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Stop your performance. I'd prefer it to be food."
"Alright, I have something to entrust you with. 70 pounds." Fors smiled and sat down.
…
After dealing with the evil spirit, Klein returned to the real World and held a ritual to bring the radio transceiver that had been placed above the gray fog for several days back to his first-class master bedroom.
He lay in bed and used Cogitation to recover his energy until he was woken up by the tapping sounds.
By the time Klein opened his eyes, the crimson moonlight had already shone in, enveloping the dark room like a veil. It enveloped the radio transceiver that was automatically spitting out illusory white paper on the desk.
This really feels like a horror movie … Unfortunately, it's connected to a magic mirror that has no morals or limits … Klein sat up and walked over. He saw lines of Rouen text appear on the illusory white paper:
"Mighty existence above the spirit world, your loyal servant, Arrodes, has arrived and sends his regards.
"Do you have something you wish to test me on?"
Look, look. This is what it means to speak! This is what it means to be professional! At that moment, Klein wished to pull Darkwill in to witness the magic mirror's art of speaking.
I clearly have something to ask it, but it ended up becoming a test. Furthermore, it came with a question … Klein controlled the corners of his mouth to curl up as he replied in a deep voice, "Yes."
"Speak.
"Speak. The ignorant and shallow Arrodes is already prepared." Amidst the tapping sounds, not only did Rouen text appear on the illusory white paper, there was also a fawning smiley face.
This is already the nascent form of emoticons … This fellow sure evolves quickly … Klein directly asked,
"Where can I obtain a mystical item that can steal the Beyonder powers of others?"
The tapping sounds suddenly intensified as images quickly appeared on the illusory white paper. They were so realistic that they resembled screenshots from a movie.
Among them was the Chanis Gate at the bottom of Saint Selena Cathedral in Tingen City that Klein was familiar with. There was the handsome poet Leonard Mitchell with black hair and green eyes. There was a middle-aged man sitting on a sofa, smiling at a noble lady opposite him. There was also a proud girl loitering in the dark sewers …
There were a total of twelve images. Finally, there was a line of Rouen text:
"These are the ones that you can easily or conveniently obtain. There are many others, but they are either very complicated and troublesome, or they involve very high-level matters. I'm unable to see them clearly."
Not bad. You even know how to help me filter them … This is like a fantasy version of a mysterious version of a smart version of Google … Klein nodded slightly and said despite knowing the answer,
"It's your turn to ask a question."
"You've already answered." Amidst the tapping sounds, the magic mirror, Arrodes, unsurprisingly, appeared on the illusory white paper.
Klein chuckled inwardly.
He then asked, "Where has Leonard Mitchell been staying recently?"
The tapping sounds intensified once again as scenes appeared in the form of images before Klein's eyes.
It was the most famous landmark in Baekeland. The towering Gothic bell tower had the Bell of Order hanging above it.
It was the street sign at the entrance of the street with the words "Pinster Street."
It was the house number 7.
Leonard Mitchell, who was casually draped in a black coat and wearing red gloves, looked extremely dashing. His classmate poet was flipping through the files on the Lanevus and Capim cases.
This fellow is in Baekeland, and he's investigating the Lanevus and Capim cases? What's going on … The corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly as he seriously thought about what clues he had left behind in these two cases.
The only clue was that Detective Sherlock Moriarty was connected to both cases. If Leonard were to enter Daisy's dream, he should be able to discover this. But by then, I'd already grown a beard and disguised myself pretty well. With just the blurry images in the dream and a few portraits, he probably wouldn't be able to recognize me … As long as he doesn't recognize me, it doesn't matter. What does Sherlock Moriarty's problems have to do with me, German Sparrow? Klein reined in his thoughts and memorized Leonard Mitchell's current residence.
7 Pinster Street, Baekeland North Borough.
He planned on entrusting The Moon Emlyn White to visit Leonard Mitchell the day after tomorrow and use the Hermits of Fate's badge to purchase a mystical item.
I hope my dear poet has an extra one … If not, the price will definitely be higher … Klein tersely acknowledged and said to the radio transceiver.
"It's your turn to ask a question."
Frankly speaking, he was rather curious as to what question Arrodes would ask this time.
The radio transceiver spat out a new piece of illusory white paper. On it was a question written in Rouen:
"Great Master, Leonard Mitchell hides a huge secret. Would you like to know?"
… That's considered a question? Klein looked up in amusement and surprise, looking at the crimson moon that was silently illuminating the dark sea.
Very quickly, he gave an honest answer.
"Yes."
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