When he heard the stacked illusory pleas, Klein was sitting in a four-wheeled carriage, returning to Böklund Street from Saint Samuel Cathedral.
A woman … It's not too urgent … With regards to this, he could only make a rough judgment. He wasn't able to immediately head above the gray fog to respond.
Sweeping his gaze at the street lamps that dispelled the darkness, Klein retracted his gaze, picked up a white porcelain teacup with gold, and gently took a sip.
When Richardson saw this, he mustered his courage and said, "Sir, I've already thought it through.
"Sir, I've thought it through. You're right. Everyone has no experience. Very few people grow up with experience. Thank you for giving me such a chance to grow up."
After confirming that Godotpos and his gang were dead, he finally stopped worrying and began considering his career.
Changing employers in such a short period of time was a huge stain on a servant's record. Once he resigned from Dawn Dantès, Richardson believed that it would be difficult for him to continue being a valet.
To him, this would be extremely detrimental.
This was not only because a valet's annual salary was at least 25 pounds, which was far better than other non-managerial positions, and was comparable to a lady's personal maid. It was also because a valet and a personal maid had the highest chance of becoming a butler among the servants!
They followed their male or female owners and helped them handle trivial matters. They could be their mouthpieces and assistants, effectively nurturing their own abilities and grasping the various skills of a butler. Through this, they could become their employer's trusted aide. As long as there was a chance, they could easily become a manor steward, butler's assistant, or assistant butler, slowly being promoted to butler.
It was true that Richardson yearned for a peaceful life, but this didn't mean that he was willing to be a servant forever. Without a doubt, he wanted to rely on his own hard work to earn a higher salary and obtain a higher status. And being a butler of a wealthy family was his ultimate goal.
"It's not too late to realize it now," Klein replied with a smile, allowing Richardson to stay.
After returning to 160 Böklund Street, he instructed Housekeeper Taneja to get the kitchen to prepare a midnight snack for him at half-past eleven. He went up to the third floor, took off his coat, and entered the bathroom.
At this moment, the bathtub had already been filled with suitable hot water by a maid five minutes in advance.
Klein wasn't in a hurry to take a bath. He went above the gray fog and found out who had been praying.
Mr. X … Traveler … Miss Magicians sure is efficient … Without realizing it, she has grown up … Klein muttered to himself.
After some serious consideration, he conjured The World Gehrman Sparrow and made the fake person pray in the emanating gray fog, "I'm not sure.
"… Give me the time, location, and more information. Only then can I act."
Klein's thoughts were very simple. It was that the powers of a Traveler were rather useful, but it was difficult for Dawn Dantès to leave Böklund Street or stay in his room for long periods of time. If Miss Magicians could provide detailed and reliable information, an assassination wouldn't affect anything. However, if he were to get The World to gather information bit by bit from the periphery, it would definitely be impossible. It would affect his more important matters.
Soon, Magicians Fors replied:
"… I'll collect them as soon as possible."
As Mr. X's gathering hadn't been confirmed when and where it would be held, all she could do was wait patiently.
After settling this matter, Klein returned to the real World, stripped himself naked, and lay in the bathtub.
The warm water enveloped him as he squinted his eyes in comfort. He felt the exhaustion in his body and mind being washed away bit by bit.
He had been to Saint Samuel Cathedral several times recently to listen to Bishop Elektra's explanation of The Revelation of Evernight. He had also grasped the images and characteristics of the two Keepers. However, as there hadn't been any repetition, he was still unable to determine the pattern of the Keepers taking turns.
And such actions would similarly bring trouble. Klein opened his eyes and looked at the fog above him. He sighed inwardly.
The first inspection should be coming soon …
A person who often entered and exited Saint Samuel Cathedral's inner sanctum was likely to be investigated by the Nighthawks. And with his origins still unclear, such matters were almost certain.
If I don't do a inspection, it would be a serious dereliction of duty for the Nighthawks … Klein slowly exhaled.
…
In the basement of Saint Samuel Cathedral, Leonard slowly walked out of a room that was so quiet that it was almost silent.
His green eyes seemed to be dyed with strange black water as countless illusory bubbles and ripples appeared and disappeared.
"Not bad. You've become a Soul Assurer so quickly. You're almost catching up to me," Daly Simone, who was standing in the corridor, congratulated him in a self-deprecating manner.
She was still wearing a hooded black robe. She wore blue eyeshadow and blush, giving her a bewitching beauty.
When Leonard saw this familiar lady, he felt that her bearing had turned colder. It was as though there were countless shadows hidden around her, layer after layer, deep and cold.
"Clearly, I'm still a long way from you. In your state, you should be able to advance to Gatekeeper, right?" Leonard wasn't too casual in front of Daly. He spoke in a rather serious manner because if he were to joke, he would definitely be the one blushing in embarrassment, not the lady.
Gatekeeper was a Sequence 5 of the Death pathway.
"Two months ago." Daly didn't hide anything and said with a slightly twisted expression.
Leonard roughly understood the reason and nodded slightly.
"You haven't accumulated enough merit points?"
Daly pursed her lips and said,
"Yes.
"It's like going to bed and everything is ready, only to find that there are no condoms in the house, and it's night outside. Most of the shops in the neighborhood are closed!"
What a wonderful metaphor … Leonard didn't know how to respond.
"You can take the initiative to take over some things."
Without giving Daly a chance to speak, he pointed at the other end of the corridor.
"Captain Sostel is still waiting for my Promotion report."
Daly didn't say anything and just watched him leave.
When his figure disappeared around the corner, the lady's expression became absent-minded. She whispered to herself,
"Captain Sostel …"
In the room where Leonard's Red Gloves team was temporarily stationed, Sostel, who had just become a Spirit Warlock, saw his undisciplined subordinate enter. He casually threw a document over.
"Very good, you've already been promoted. I'll congratulate you later. First, do a dream review on the target. "
It was already late at night, but to the Nighthawks, who were mainly Sleepless, it wasn't much different from daytime. In fact, they were even stronger.
"Isn't this a mission for the local Nighthawks?" Leonard caught the document and asked casually.
"They've been quite busy recently and are short on manpower. They're asking for our help," Sostel explained without much thought.
Leonard didn't ask further. He immediately lowered his head and flipped through the document.
The first thing he saw was a photo, and the middle-aged gentleman in it left a deep impression on him!
"Dawn Dantès …" Leonard's pupils constricted.
He knew this gentleman and knew that he was an undying monster that had survived since the Fourth Epoch. He was at least at the level of a saint, or even stronger!
Furthermore, he knows my secret and Old Man's identity … Leonard instinctively raised his hand to rub his Sun acupoint.
"Captain Sostel, I've just advanced. My spirituality is still a little out of control."
"Is that so …" Only then did Sostel realize that he had made a mistake. He hurriedly turned to another Red Glove and said, "Albert, you do it."
The one named Albert was a man in his thirties. His hair was yellowish and his skin was slightly pale. He didn't look very strong.
Leonard heaved a sigh of relief and handed the document in his hand to him.
At that moment, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. Would Albert be negatively affected by entering the undying monster's dream?
At that moment, he felt a little regretful. He believed that he should've done it himself. At the very least, he knew the danger and had interacted with him before, so he wouldn't have offended him.
Dawn Dantès likely won't do anything to Albert … If he were to overreact and cause any abnormalities in Albert, his problem would immediately be exposed in front of us. And with the Church's strength and Baekeland's situation, there's no way he can leave this huge city alive … Leonard quickly calmed down, believing that Dawn Dantès would use a gentler method to avoid the dream inspection.
He pulled a chair and sat beside Albert. Although he appeared to be casually reading the newspaper, he was actually paying attention to him to prevent any accidents from happening.
…
160 Böklund Street, master bedroom.
In the dream, Klein suddenly jolted awake, knowing that an "outsider" had arrived.
The inspection of the Nighthawks? As he mumbled, he looked around and realized that he was in the half-open room.
Following that, he heard knocking on the door.
"Come in …" Klein tried his best to make his voice sound like he was in a dream.
The doorknob turned as the door opened. A rather thin, yellow-haired man in a black trench coat walked in. He was none other than the Red Glove, Albert.
"Superintendent of the Baekeland Police Department." Albert casually showed his identification and sat opposite Klein.
"Is there something, Officer?" Klein got into character.
He knew that due to the influence of a Nightmare, he needed to act more normally.
Albert conjured a stack of paper and read in a deep voice, "Dawn Dantès.
"Dwayne Dantes, male, from Desi County …"
He roughly repeated the information he had gathered so far and asked in the end, "What's going on?
Finally, he asked, "Is this information real?"
"Some of it is real, and some of it is fake," the dream Klein replied "honestly."
The only real parts were probably "male" and "no female companion" … At the same time, he mocked himself in his heart.
Seeing that he was quickly making progress, Albert was delighted as he pulled a long face.
"Which of it is fake?"
Klein was already prepared for this as he pretended to recall.
"My wealth doesn't come from the mineral deposits, but from my adventures in the Southern Continent."
Combining Anderson's description of West Balam, he fabricated a story of how a commoner obtained wealth through his eloquence, intelligence, experience, and boldness in a region where Rouen and Intis often clashed.
This story wasn't considered detailed and was only an outline. Its main goal was to make the Nighthawks believe that Dawn Dantès was an ordinary person with an adventurous spirit, and not a Beyonder. There were many similar stories of people becoming rich in Rouen, so it wasn't rare.
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