Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop.
The horse galloped off as the wheels rolled. Activating his Spirit Vision and turning around, Klein didn't manage to see the gentle and sweet young lady as he wished. His eyes were filled with the scene of the brown carriage moving forward.
At that moment, all the passengers who were about to board the public carriage had boarded it. The carriage doors were tightly shut as it gradually moved away.
And inside the carriage, the twenty to thirty humans were too close to each other. Their auras overlapped and masked each other. In Klein's eyes, it was a riot of colors. It was truly difficult to distinguish them.
He silently shook his head, raised his hand to tap his glabella, and deactivated his Spirit Vision.
To him, it was a simple act of helping if he could. But if he had already missed the opportunity, and the situation wasn't particularly clear, there was no need to keep thinking about it and delay his own matters.
Bathed in the crimson moonlight, Klein strolled home along the rather lively Daffodil Street. He saw Melissa sitting at the dining table. Under the bright gas lamp, she was engrossed in the exercises arranged by the school.
She nibbled on the fountain pen's shaft and frowned, deep in thought.
"Where's Baansen?" Klein asked casually.
"Ah …" Melissa looked up and fell into a daze for a few seconds before saying, "He said that he went around several districts today and was covered in sweat from exhaustion. He wanted to take a bath to relax."
"Alright." Klein chuckled and suddenly realized that Melissa was wearing a dress he had never seen before.
It was entirely beige in color and had fashionable goat leg sleeves. The collar and edges of the dress were embedded with chiffon ruffles. Apart from that, it didn't have any overly complicated designs. It was a light, everyday style that perfectly accentuated the youthfulness of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.
"A new dress?" Klein asked with a smile.
This was a purchase that he and Baansen had strongly requested for.
Melissa tersely acknowledged.
"I just got it from Mrs. Rocher. I figured that I'd have to wash it later, so I might as well try it on first."
Klein was rather puzzled when he heard that.
"Mrs. Rocher?"
Isn't she my former neighbor?
Melissa nodded and explained in a serious tone, "That's right.
"Mrs. Rochelle is actually a tailor, but she's not very lucky. She has no choice but to sew clothes for people at home. Her life is, um, a little difficult. I know that she's good at her craft, and the price is cheaper than going to a ladies' clothing store. Furthermore, it fits me well, so I ordered a new dress from her. It only costs nine soli and five pence, and it only takes a few days. The same dress would cost a pound and a half at Harrod's!"
What a thrifty housekeeping … Sis, I know that at least half of the reason is because you sympathize with Mrs. Rochel … Klein didn't reprimand Melissa for acting on her own.
"When did you go to Harold's?"
It was on Howes Street, near the Divination Club. It was a place that only the middle class could afford.
"…" Melissa was at a loss for words. After a long while, she said, "It's Selina and Elizabeth. They insisted that I go with them. Actually, um, I actually prefer gears. I prefer places with steam and machinery. Um."
"It's good for a girl to shop at a department store occasionally." Klein comforted his sister with a smile.
After chatting for a while, he quickly went up to the second floor in a hurry to wash off the stink of the bar.
Just as he was about to return to his bedroom to get a change of clothes, he suddenly heard a commotion in the bathroom near the balcony.
In just a few seconds, Baansen opened the door and walked out while wiping his receding hair.
"How was it? Did you praise Melissa's new dress? "he asked with a smile when he saw Klein.
"I think I forgot. I only asked where it was made …" Klein said after some thought.
Baansen immediately chuckled and shook his head.
"What an incompetent brother. Melissa couldn't bear to put down the dress the moment she received it. After she finished cooking and washed the dishes, she couldn't wait to put it on. She hasn't taken it off yet."
"… Didn't she want to change after she showered? She could also wash and dry it … "Klein subconsciously retorted with Melissa's explanation.
"Tsk." Baansen sighed. "It's been quite hot these few days, and she's been busy in the kitchen for so long. I think it would be much more comfortable to do her homework after showering."
That's right … Klein came to a realization as he exchanged looks with his brother, Baansen, and smiled.
So that's how you are, Melissa … What's wrong with a girl wanting to be beautiful? There's no need to find an excuse to dress up … The corners of his mouth curled up as he shook his head gently and walked into his bedroom.
Later, when he was showering, he vaguely heard knocking on the door downstairs. He immediately mumbled to himself.
Doesn't the worker who collects coins from the gas meter only come once every two weeks?
Could it be Mrs. Shaud from next door? That's not right. This lady is said to strictly abide by the etiquette of the middle class. She wouldn't visit at an inappropriate time.
In his puzzlement, Klein wiped his body clean, put on an old but comfortable shirt and trousers, and ran downstairs.
He looked around and didn't find any strangers, so he asked aloud, "Who are you?
He asked, "Did someone knock on the door just now?"
Baansen, who was leisurely reading the newspaper, smiled.
"It's Beech Mountbatten, one of the policemen in charge of Iron Cross Street. He asked us if we had met an 18 or 19-year-old boy with a chubby face today. Oh, he even gave us a portrait to identify. Unfortunately, Melissa and I haven't seen him. Otherwise, we would have gotten the reward. What about you, Klein?"
"No." Klein roughly understood what was going on.
Instigator Tris had successfully escaped from the area around the Evil Dragon Bar in the dock area and had escaped to the vicinity of Iron Cross Street and Daffodil Street. As a result, the police came to question him.
At this stage, it also meant that the operation to capture the Instigator was close to failure!
Klein didn't think too much about it because he hadn't started combat training yet. His shooting skills could only be said to be at the beginner level. To think about dealing with a natural "assassin" at this time was simply a joke with his life.
That night, he didn't sleep well. He kept worrying that the Instigator would sneak into his house to hide and cause another murder.
Fortunately, Daffodil Street was peaceful the entire night. The morning sun dispelled all the gloom.
The relaxed Klein changed into his formal attire, put on his top hat, and carried his cane. He went all the way to Zouteland Street and greeted Roshan at the reception hall.
"Good morning, Klein," Roshan replied cheerfully. She lowered her voice and said, "I heard that the big operation last night failed?"
"The operation to capture Instigator Tris?" Klein asked curiously.
"Yes, yes!" Roshan nodded heavily and glanced at the partition. "It seems that the informants of the Mandated Punishers discovered the Instigator at the dock area … Their original plan was to wait for the other Beyonders and a special operations team from the police department to arrive before launching the operation. They wanted to resolve it in one go without disturbing the ordinary people, but unfortunately, the Instigator was very sharp. He discovered the problem in time and broke out of the encirclement ahead of time, successfully escaping."
"At such a time, they need a Beyonder with tracking abilities, such as me," Klein joked.
"There was no lack of trackers back then." Suddenly, Dunn Smith's voice sounded.
Roshan turned her head abruptly and saw the Captain in a black trench coat leaning against the partition's door frame. He was staring at her with his deep gray eyes.
She hurriedly raised her hands and covered her mouth. Then, she shook her head repeatedly, indicating that she hadn't said anything.
Dunn shifted his gaze to Klein and pondered for a moment before saying,
After a moment of thought, he said, "The Mandated Punishers, the Machinery Hivemind, and us Nighthawks, a total of more than six Beyonders, tracked the injured Tris to Iron Cross Street's Lower Street and discovered his temporary residence. However, the clues ended there. Be it Beyonder means or normal investigations, they were all useless. It was as if he had suddenly evaporated, completely disappearing."
"Do you need my help with divination?" Klein probed.
Dunn shook his head slightly.
"The Machinery Hivemind has a Mystery Pryer. He's a senior Beyonder who isn't much weaker than Old Neil. I even suspect that he's already at Sequence 8. I just don't know what the corresponding potion is called."
"There must be something special about the Theosophy Order for them to be able to survive to this day," Klein casually consoled the Captain.
For the rest of the morning, he continued with his mysticism lessons, continued reading historical materials and documents, and continued practicing certain techniques.
Seeing that lunchtime was approaching, Klein gradually became distracted.
After a few minutes, he packed up his documents and listened to his stomach's summons.
At that moment, Dunn Smith came to the clerk's office and said in a deep and mellow voice, "Klein, come with me to Chanis Gate.
"Klein, come with me to Chanis Gate. Sealed Artifact 2-049 has been escorted there. The subsequent operations might require your ability to sense the notebook."
"… Alright," Klein replied as he stood up.
His thoughts began to run wild. He wondered what the Sealed Artifact looked like and if this operation would be dangerous.
In such a tense silence, he followed Dunn down the stairs and into the passageway.
After passing through the intersection, Dunn suddenly stopped, turned his head, and said solemnly, "Follow me and do this action.
"Follow me and do this. Keep doing this. Don't stop. Remember, don't stop. This is related to your safety!"
As he spoke, Dunn bent his arm and stretched it out. He stretched it out and bent it again. He repeated this cycle without stopping.
Klein watched the Captain's demonstration in a daze. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration.
Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and said, "Because of the uniqueness of the Sealed Artifact?"
"Yes." Dunn nodded with abnormal solemnity. "This action will allow us to immediately discover that something is wrong with you, and if we rescue you in time, your life won't be in danger."
"Okay." Klein didn't hesitate any further and followed suit by bending and stretching his arm.
"If this arm gets tired, switch to the other one," Dunn exhorted again.
Sealed Artifact 2-049 is really strange … What's the meaning of such an action? It looks very dangerous … A thought flashed through Klein's mind as he looked at the Captain cautiously.
"Alright."
He had too many questions, but with Chanis Gate in sight, he could only suppress them.
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