What happened? Klein instantly tensed up.
He had experienced too many accidents, and he knew that it was easy for Beyonder incidents to happen around him. Once he encountered such a situation, he couldn't help but subconsciously be on high alert. It felt like he was suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.
As he seriously watched Hazel Macht's back disappear down the staircase, Klein sensed that she was only anxious and not flustered.
This seems to imply that the situation is within her grasp … Besides, Macht is a Member of Parliament of the House of Commons, a member of the upper echelons of the kingdom second only to the nobles. There's a high chance that there are Beyonders protecting him. Hmm, Earl Hall's eldest son is here as well. His bodyguard is definitely a Beyonder … In addition, Saint Samuel Cathedral is only about ten minutes away from Böklund Street by carriage. If there's really a problem, the Nighthawks, priests, and bishops can rush over at any time … Unless they're determined to die, no one would cause an accident at this ball … Klein gradually calmed down as he made another guess about Hazel's situation.
She had rushed to the third floor to resolve the negative effects of the mystical item!
Back when Klein asked Arrodes where he could obtain a mystical item that could steal the Beyonder powers of others, one of the answers given by the magic mirror was Hazel Macht!
Thinking back to the scene of the dance, Hazel's image quickly reconstructed in Klein's mind. He focused on the different accessories she wore.
Hair accessories, earrings, necklace, brooch, tulle gloves … Which one could it be? Klein retracted his gaze and felt thirsty. Hence, he picked up a cup of water and gulped it down.
Just as he put down the cup, he saw his etiquette teacher, Wahana Heisen, come over with a tray.
The lady wore a red dress, but it didn't look tacky at all. She smiled faintly at Dwayne Dantès.
She smiled at Dawn Dantès and said, "I realized that you don't really like drinking."
"I once held up very important matters because of drinking," Klein casually added to the image of Dawn Dantès as an experienced and knowledgeable person.
Of course, he knew how to restrain himself. He didn't use his Faceless powers to make a finger appear, so as to prove how determined he was back then.
When Wahana heard that, she smiled in thought.
"Your past is filled with mysteries. This has a fatal attraction for many girls."
She didn't continue the topic.
"I forgot to tell you that my husband's problem has been solved."
Klein picked up a glass of champagne, raised it forward, and said with a smile,
"This is a delightful thing. Congratulations."
He did not mention that he had helped them in secret.
Wahana gave him a deep look and raised the red wine in her hand.
"Cheers."
After a light clink and a sip, Klein politely apologized, put down the cup, and turned to the washroom.
It wasn't that he wanted to head above the gray fog, but purely because of the negative effects of Death Knell. He had drunk too much water and planned on relieving himself.
When he walked out of the washroom, Klein looked up at the staircase that led from the second floor to the third. He discovered that Hazel Macht was walking down. Her footsteps were no longer hurried, and her expression was calm.
Indeed, there's nothing wrong … It's likely the negative effects of the mystical item on her … I wonder what the effects are … Klein heaved a sigh of relief as he casually scanned the dance floor. During a break in the music, he walked over to a lady and invited her to dance.
And with Dawn Dantès's appearance and bearing, there was no doubt that he wasn't rejected.
As they danced, ate, chatted, and ate, the ball slowly came to an end as the guests bade farewell one after another.
It was the same for Klein, who had completed his mission of exchanging name cards. However, he wasn't the first, nor was he the last to leave.
The hall quickly became deserted. As Ma 'am Riana supervised the servants to clean up, she beckoned for her daughter, Hazel Macht, to come over.
"Mr. Dawn Dantès's performance was much better than I imagined. Quite a number of ladies have asked me about him in private," Ma 'am Riana said in a reserved manner. "Hazel, you just danced and chatted with Mr. Dantès. What do you think of him? You are more mature than girls your age. I believe in your taste and judgment. "
She knew her daughter very well, so she deliberately added the second half of her sentence. Otherwise, Hazel might not be interested in answering her in detail.
In front of her mother, Hazel wasn't that arrogant.
After some thought, she said, "He's not too familiar with this circle, so it's easy for him to bring up topics that offend people. However, he's very knowledgeable."
"Very knowledgeable …" Ma 'am Riana repeated her daughter's words in astonishment.
With her understanding of Hazel, this was a rather high evaluation.
She couldn't help but feel worried, afraid that her daughter would fall for Dawn Dantès.
Hazel doesn't think highly of the gentlemen of marriageable age around her. Is it because they are too young, too shallow, and not capable enough? Dawn Dantès happens to be the type that precocious girls like … Riana suddenly regretted inviting the gentleman to the ball.
She knew that with Hazel's personality, if she were to be rejected after falling in love, it was entirely possible for her to elope.
Hazel seemed to sense her mother's thoughts as she said without much emotion, "I only like gentlemen who are sufficiently powerful."
Phew … Riana secretly heaved a sigh of relief and stopped worrying about the problem.
Phew … Riana secretly heaved a sigh of relief. She was no longer worried about the question from before because Hazel was a girl who disdained lying.
…
Late at night, Hazel got up from her bed. With her night vision, she changed into clothes that made it easier for her to move around.
She climbed down from her bedroom's balcony and carefully avoided the bodyguards at home. She snuck out of the garden and came to the middle of Böklund Street. Not all sewer entrances allowed humans to pass through freely and didn't have vertical metal stairs.
Hazel skillfully moved the manhole cover away, climbed down, and closed it from the inside.
After nearly three-quarters of an hour, she moved the manhole cover and returned to the shadows of the street.
At this moment, Hazel saw a black figure nimbly flip into the nearby garden.
"Number 160 …" She read out the corresponding house number.
This was Dawn Dantès's home.
On the third floor of the building, Klein once again woke up from his dream due to his spiritual intuition. He yearned to capture the intruder who had interrupted his sleep and feed it to Creeping Hunger.
This time, he directly opened the iron cigar case and released the Wraith marionette.
Señor's figure in his dark red coat first walked into the full-body mirror before jumping onto the oriel window of his valet's room.
"He" watched Richardson and saw the valet sit up, looking at the door with fear and nervousness.
The door opened silently, and a figure flashed in.
Under the crimson moonlight, the intruder revealed his brownish-yellow skin, soft contours, and raven-black short curly hair. He was clearly of the Southern Continent's Balam race.
He stood at the door with a gloomy aura and looked at Richardson, who was looking at him. He said in a deep voice,
He said in a deep voice, "Have you thought it through?
"Don't think that you can obtain the peaceful life you want by leaving us. You have the blood of a citizen of Death flowing in your body. You are destined to give up everything to restore God's glory.
"Think about your dead mother. Think about the bullying you once suffered. Do you wish for your child to grow up under the discriminating gazes of others, forever being someone's servant?"
"… But, what can I do …" Richardson lowered his head and said with great difficulty.
"Wait for the mission." The intruder's voice softened a little.
Richardson didn't answer if it was okay or not. He seemed to be struggling inwardly.
As for the intruder, he didn't mind his hesitation. He treated it as though he had agreed and turned around, exited the room, and left the way he came.
Citizen of Death … Charismatic Order, or someone from the Balam Nation Restoration Organization? Klein, who had witnessed everything, leaned against the bed as he muttered silently to himself, What mission will they give Richardson? Steal my money and provide funds to the organization? Or cause a terrorist incident at a banquet of high society?
At that moment, the intruder had already climbed down from the balcony, passed through the garden, and flipped over the iron fence wall before returning to the streets.
Suddenly, he saw a figure pounce at him from his left. He hurriedly dodged, clenched his fist, and threw a punch.
Bang!
His fist struck the shadow, but it passed right through it as though he had hit a shadow created by the street lamps.
At the same time, he suffered a heavy blow to the back of his head as he fainted to the ground.
Hazel's figure immediately appeared behind the intruder. She wore an excited expression, as though she had completed a successful scam.
She quickly reined in her emotions and maintained her arrogant posture. She turned her head to look at the black iron fence of 160 Böklund Street.
The girl bent down and grabbed the intruder's arm, dragging him to Dawn Dantès's door.
Right on the heels of that, Hazel released her left hand and wiped away any traces. She raised her chin slightly and took two steps forward, pulling the doorbell.
Then, she quickly left with her back straight, following the shadows of the street back home.
And on a street lamp outside 160, a figure wearing a dark red coat and an old triangular hat was silently reflected on the glass surface of the black metal fence. He had watched the entire process.
…
How should I deal with this … Inside the room, Klein thought in a dilemma.
He knew that Hazel had kindly helped her neighbor deal with the intruder without leaving her name, but this way, the matter would definitely be passed on to the Nighthawks after the butler called the police. When that happened, the identity of the person who knocked out the intruder would be an important question.
If Klein was really an ordinary person, it wouldn't be a big deal. The Nighthawks could investigate him however they wanted, but not only was he a Sequence 5 Beyonder, but he was also plotting to steal the items behind Chanis Gate. He didn't wish for his plans to be disrupted by an accident that would force him to change his identity again.
To be frank, his earliest thought was to find an excuse to fire Richardson.
However, the conversation he had just heard made him waver.
If I were to fire Richardson now, it would be equivalent to me personally pushing him into the abyss as he yearns for a peaceful life. He would only be able to mingle with those people … Unfortunately, the identity of Dawn Dantès has a "mission." Otherwise, it wouldn't be a problem to help him in passing … Klein sighed as he thought.
About ten seconds later, the unconscious intruder at the door suddenly stood up. He stretched his neck and hid in the nearby shadows. And at this moment, Butler Walter, who had just heard the doorbell, put on his clothes and walked out of the building.
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