Someone infiltrated? Klein didn't immediately sit up. Instead, he turned his body sideways and reached his right palm under his pillow. He silently held Death Knell, and at the same time, he slowly spread out his left hand's fingers, allowing Creeping Hunger to be activated.
Knowing that it would be difficult to find food for Creeping Hunger after returning to Baekeland, he had infiltrated the prison in Desi Bay's Conant City ahead of time and found a prisoner on the death row. After confirming the crime, he fed him to the glove.
The people from Rose School have locked onto me? No, it's impossible that it's that fast. Besides, if it were them, they definitely wouldn't come knocking on my door. Instead, they would wait for an opportunity and strike me when I pass by a remote area. It's to prevent me from alarming the official factions in Baekeland … I donated too much money at Moon Mass, so I've been targeted by criminals? Hmm, it's indeed very easy for a tycoon who just came to Baekeland to spend lavishly to become the target of others … Of course, it's also possible that the Nighthawks are doing a routine investigation … As these thoughts raced through his mind, Klein heard a tiny commotion coming from the balcony of the half-open room next door.
Right on the heels of that, there was a slight sound as the floor-to-ceiling window was pulled open almost silently.
Klein listened carefully and sensed footsteps passing through the half-open room and into the corridor.
After a slight pause, the footsteps walked towards the master bedroom before going past it and twisting the door handle of the valet's room.
Did I come to the wrong place? Or is he here for Richardson? Klein's heart stirred as he released Death Knell's right palm and reached for the nearby iron cigar case.
After he dispelled the wall of spirituality, an illusory figure wearing a dark red coat and an old triangular hat instantly appeared beside him and walked into the full-body mirror.
When Señor, the Wraith marionette, jumped onto the glass window of Richardson's room, he happened to see a figure with tanned skin, soft facial features, and raven-black hair walk out of the room. As for Richardson, he sat silently by the side of the bed, his body leaning forward. His back was arched as though he had fused into the darkness.
His expression alternated between fear, awkwardness, and weakness. In the end, he fell silent.
As expected, he's here to look for Richardson … His appearance is similar to that of a person from the Southern Continent … His movements are agile, and his movements are practiced. He shouldn't be an ordinary person … This is a friend that Richardson got to know in the manor in the Southern Continent, or is it a connection from his mother's side? Richardson was only a valet with an annual salary of 35 pounds. Why would she need his help? Klein observed from Señor's perspective while making guesses in his mind.
At that moment, he suddenly understood why Richardson was so observant and liked to observe the passersby from the balcony.
He was afraid that someone would find him!
I hope it's not a big problem. It won't affect my plans … I'll do a divination later … If Richardson can't resolve the problem, I'll have to find an excuse to fire him … Seeing that his valet was lying down again, Klein unsummoned his Wraith marionette.
…
At the same time, Leonard Mitchell, who lived at 7 Pinster Street, once again entered the fog-shrouded sleeping Baekeland.
He had previously asked Reporter Mike Joseph of the Daily Observer in his dream and had come to the conclusion that Sherlock Moriarty hadn't voluntarily gotten involved in the Lanevus matter, but had been hired to participate. This made his suspicions plummet.
If it wasn't for the fact that this great detective had appeared on the periphery of the Capim matter and had a close relationship with the Harvest Church's Emlyn White, Leonard Mitchell would have given up on the investigation and continued searching for Ince Zangwill's whereabouts.
As Sherlock Moriarty didn't have many friends in the Quelaag Club, one of whom had died in the Prince Edessak incident, and the other was Reporter Mike Joseph, Leonard only had one target left: Dr. Allen Ceres.
From the internal information, this doctor was also involved in a Beyonder matter that involved the Monster pathway … After having his items exchanged, he no longer suffered from bad luck or nightmares, and his life returned to normal … Heh, most of the people that Sherlock Moriarty knows are involved with Beyonders. This detective is definitely not simple … As Leonard thought, he rang the doorbell that symbolized Allen Ceres' dream.
After entering the dream, he casually found a sofa to sit on and looked at Dr. Allen opposite him.
He looked at Dr. Allen and said, "Tell me in detail how you got to know Sherlock Moriarty."
In the dream, Allen didn't hide anything. He started from Mrs. Mary's introduction of Sherlock Moriarty to the Quelaag Club, and how he was invited as a recommendation, all the way to the detective's suggestion that he inform the bishop of the Church of the Evernight Goddess of the unusual matter he had encountered.
Just as described in the information, Sherlock Moriarty's attitude towards the official factions is rather friendly, and he has obtained the endorsement of Eichinger Stanton … Leonard glanced at the bearded Sherlock conjured by Dr. Allen, retracted his gaze, and continued listening.
After Allen finished explaining the relevant matters in detail, he said, "He went south for a vacation and hasn't returned.
"He went to the south for a vacation and never returned. I've always been worried.
"However, he's a great detective filled with wisdom and love. I don't think anything will happen to him. I hope he'll be able to attend the celebration banquet after my child's birth."
"Perhaps …" Leonard suspected that Sherlock Moriarty wouldn't return to Baekeland.
He then politely bade farewell and walked out of Dr. Allen's dream.
After taking a few steps forward, he subconsciously looked back and saw that in the house with a garden, there were blurry spheres of light that represented dreams intersecting, filling up the entire space. There was nothing wrong with them.
Was I imagining things? I keep feeling like there's something different about me … Leonard muttered, turned around, and flew towards Pinster Street.
As far as he could see, the fog was thick, and the gas lamps were dim and pale.
Suddenly, Leonard stopped flying and cast his gaze at a building.
Inside the building, five blurry spheres of light floated silently, no different from the other buildings around it.
However, in Leonard's spiritual perception, there seemed to be a black blob in the house that could absorb all light.
Furthermore, he realized that he didn't recognize this street.
He felt his heart palpitate as he suspected that he had seen something he shouldn't have. He hurriedly retracted his gaze and prepared to leave this place and rush back to where his body was.
At this moment, a teasing voice sounded from the ordinary-looking building.
"Why don't you come in and have a cup of tea?"
All the thoughts in Leonard's mind instantly exploded, and without thinking, he flew at high speed.
In his spiritual perception, the row houses and garden buildings behind him grew larger one after another. The doors and windows turned into mouths that bit at him!
The nearby iron-black gas lamp poles grew upwards, turning the surroundings into a steel jungle, as though they were stopping Leonard.
Leonard didn't stop, nor did he turn back. He only felt the coldness on his back become more and more obvious and intense!
His body gradually stiffened, as though countless invisible hands were grabbing his body.
Just as he thought that he couldn't hold on any longer, the familiar house in front of him, the familiar windows, and the familiar lights were reflected in his eyes.
Leonard hurriedly held his breath, plummeted, and fell into his dream!
Phew … He woke up, his head covered in cold sweat.
"Old man, what exactly did I encounter just now?" Leonard retracted his legs from the edge of the desk and asked fearfully.
The slightly aged voice in his mind took a few seconds to reply.
"I'm not sure."
Leonard's eyelids immediately drooped as he didn't ask further.
He then cast his gaze out the window and saw that Baekeland was filled with lights at night. It was peaceful and tranquil.
…
160 Böklund Street, inside Dawn Dantès's manor.
"Sir, Ma 'am Wahana Heisen is here," Richardson entered the room and said to Klein.
When Klein heard that, he put down the newspaper and looked up to glance at his valet. He realized that he was still a man of few words. He was silent, reserved, and timid. There was nothing out of the ordinary about him.
If it wasn't for the divination results, it would be fine … Abruptly firing him would easily arouse suspicion … Klein silently mumbled as he stood up as though nothing had happened. He got Richardson to help him put on his coat.
Fifteen minutes later, he hugged his etiquette teacher, Wahana Heisen, and began learning another dance commonly used at social occasions.
"I feel like I'll lose my job in a few days." After a while, Wahana subtly praised Dawn Dantès's progress and finally said, "But you're still a little reserved. Although you don't need to be like men with Intis who are always close to the ladies, you don't have to always maintain a certain distance. It's normal to have occasional contact. You seem too stiff and stiff now."
Klein pulled her a little closer and replied with a smile, "That's right.
"I'm afraid of being rude."
Does this mean it is rude to be too close to a lady? Does he also mean that I'm very charming and that he'll embarrass himself if he gets too close to me? This is a subtle compliment … Wahana's thoughts raced as she smiled faintly.
"You're learning well."
The dance continued. Klein glanced at Wahana Heisen's face and asked casually and gently,
"Madam, you seem to be troubled?"
Wahana lowered her head and smiled.
"It's not a big problem. My husband is a businessman, and he recently had a small conflict with some people. We can resolve it.
"Yes, your question was too direct. Before both parties establish a friendship, it's best not to ask what happened to others unless they've made it very obvious."
Compared to you, who comes from different upper-class families and knows many madams and ladies, a wealthy businessman who just arrived in Baekeland doesn't have many connections … Klein nodded gently and smiled.
"I thought we were no longer strangers."
He then changed the topic and began talking about his experiences and the neighbors around him. As Wahana listened, she responded, allowing Klein to grasp the characteristics and preferences of the neighbors.
After Wahana left, Klein stood by the door for a long time before turning his head to the butler.
"Walter, find out what trouble Ma 'am Wahana has encountered. If she can't resolve it, we'll provide her with timely help."
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