After Klein finished, Albert asked a few questions based on his description to see if any of the details matched. Dream Follower.
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Without a doubt, he received a satisfactory answer.
"Thank you for your cooperation. I wish you a sweet dream." Albert smiled as he stood up and bowed. At the same time, he used the powers of a Nightmare to affect Dwayne Dantès once again, making him only vaguely remember what kind of dream he had after he woke up. He was unable to recall the exact details.
After doing all of this, he turned to the door, turned the doorknob, and left the dream.
Indeed, the Nighthawks are still too trusting of the powers of a Nightmare. If I were the one in charge of this matter, I would've definitely designed a series of questions from different angles and aspects in advance. I would've compared them to find any inconsistencies or loopholes … Heh, the best method is to join forces with Miss Justice and come up with several professional psychological assessment questionnaires for the target to complete all of them in the dream. If he were to disguise himself, his mental state and the image he wants to present will definitely have contradictions in the different assessments. Unless, he's also a psychological expert and can notice the actual goal of each set of questions … Klein leaned back on the sofa and cast his gaze out the window.
In the gray and hazy world, the light from the gas lamps was dim and pale, illuminating the surroundings in a gloomy silence.
Klein quietly watched for a few seconds before curling the corners of his lips into a self-deprecating smile.
And in the basement of Saint Samuel Cathedral, after seeing Albert wake up normally and hearing his report, Leonard first heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he became even more afraid of the undying monster from the Fourth Epoch.
…
In the City of Silver, lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating all the streets.
Derrick Berg walked out of his house, held the Axe of Hurricane, and headed for the twin towers in the north of the city.
Along the way, he encountered many residents of the City of Silver. Some of them were busy, while others were sending their children to receive general education. Some were in groups of three to five, patrolling every corner to prevent people from accidentally dying at home and turning into terrifying evil spirits if they weren't killed by their loved ones.
The existence of these people made the City of Silver appear very lively. Occasionally, Derrick could hear the children's cheers and laughter.
He could not help but recall his life in the Afternoon Town camp. There were only a dozen or so humans he met every day, and most of the time, he had to stay in the sturdy but cramped buildings. Outside the camp were the monsters that hid in the dark. They were wiped out time and time again, only to appear out of nowhere again. Every member of the exploration party felt a sense of helplessness that came from the bottom of their hearts. It was as if they could never be truly safe no matter what they did. They could never be at ease, and they had to give it their all at all times without the slightest slack.
No normal creature could maintain such a high state of vigilance for long. Therefore, the City of Silver had a mature rotation system.
It didn't take too long for the first expedition team to return to the City of Silver from Afternoon Town, but what followed was an unavoidable period of isolated observation and rest. It was only today that Derrick adjusted himself and believed that his mental state could withstand the negative impact of his advancement.
And he had previously reported to Chief Colin Iliad that he had obtained the Notary potion formula. He was allowed to use this harvest to exchange for the corresponding Beyonder ingredient — the tail feathers of a Spirit Pact Bird.
As for the items he owed The Moon, he had obtained them through patrolling Afternoon Town's surroundings and had passed them to him through Mr. Fool.
After advancing, I'll have the right to choose a mystical item that isn't a High-Sequence Beyonder … Derrick thought with some anticipation as he sped up his pace and arrived at the twin towers in the north of the city.
Although the material warehouse and mystical items were inside the spire and were watched by the six-member council, Derrick's destination was the steeple because there were merit exchange points there.
Just as he was about to enter the steeple, his spiritual perception was triggered as he subconsciously looked up at the top of the spire. He saw a woman in a purple-patterned black robe standing behind the window, looking down at him.
She had silver-gray curly hair, light gray eyes, and a beautiful face. She was none other than a member of the six-member council, Shepherd Lovia!
When their eyes met, Lovia's gaze seemed to be able to penetrate his soul. However, her expression didn't change at all. She even nodded slightly as though she was greeting him.
She's not greeting me, but the person behind me … Suddenly, Derrick came to a realization.
This stemmed from the experience he had accumulated under the guidance of Tarot and the others.
He nodded in response, retracted his gaze without any abnormalities, and entered the steeple at an unhurried pace.
…
At night, in Bayam's private harbor, the Golden Dream, which had a strange main cannon installed along the centerline, sailed to the side of the harbor.
Dhaniz held the local specialties given by the Resistance as he waved back with a beaming smile. He walked up the gangway and onto the deck.
During this period of time, he had led a very comfortable life here. As an envoy who delivered firearms, food, and a small number of Beyonder ingredients, he received rather high treatment. Every day, he would either drink and eat meat, brag, or hunt. He was even invited to watch the ceremony where Sea God bestowed blessings to his believers.
After witnessing all of this, he suddenly came to a realization: Bayam, or rather, all the colonies, would erupt in an intense conflict in the future. It wouldn't be resolved without decades or centuries of cleansing.
Therefore, Dhaniz decided to sell most of his properties in Bayam the next time he came, keeping only one. Then, he would find an opportunity to buy properties in Trier, the capital of Intis, Baekeland, the capital of Rouen, as well as a peaceful village with excellent scenery.
I can make a trip back to Nosier Town and visit Old Man and Mother. Hmm, I can buy one less house and build a vineyard for them … Dhaniz waved at the enthusiastic Resistance once again.
He then puffed up his chest and said to Flowery Bow Tie Jodeson in a smug manner,
"Where's Captain? I need to report to her on the situation during this period of time. "
Jodeson clicked his tongue in disdain.
"Of course she's in the Captain's cabin."
At the same time, he lampooned inwardly.
This fellow, Dhaniz, has become more and more arrogant after forming a relationship with Gehrman Sparrow! However, that crazy adventurer is truly terrifying. He actually successfully hunted Admiral of Blood!
"Heh." Dhaniz laughed as he walked with infuriating steps into the cabin and met Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina Edwards.
He immediately put away his provocative look and said with a smile,
"Captain, I've already completed the mission."
"What exactly happened?" Edwina put down the book in her hand and asked.
Danitz was already prepared. He described in detail what he had experienced during this period of time and exaggerated the role he played in the war.
Finally, he said, "Captain, I met Gehrman Sparrow. He got me to ask you if there's anything abnormal about Elvish Songster Siatas's corpse and the golden wine cup."
Edwina didn't directly answer as she got up and walked to the corner of the captain's cabin. There was a black wooden crate there.
The Golden Dream would only head for Sonia Island after this voyage, so Siatas and Mobet's corpses were still on the ship. They had been placed in a specially prepared crate by Edwina.
Bending one knee and half-kneeling, Edwina opened the wooden crate, revealing the crisscrossed corpses inside.
The golden wine cup that had been mostly flattened silently sat in a skeletal palm. It didn't look abnormal at all.
"There's nothing abnormal," Edwina concluded.
Dhaniz peeked his head out to take a glance and memorized the answer. He planned on reporting it to the great Fool when no one was around and getting "Him" to pass it on to the lunatic Gehrman Sparrow.
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"There's nothing abnormal?" Above the gray fog, Klein frowned slightly. He was half puzzled and half relieved.
According to his inference, the chances of the golden wine cup being problematic weren't low. The lack of any abnormalities exceeded his expectations. However, he liked the answer because he didn't wish for Siatas and Mobet's slumber to be disturbed.
Perhaps there's an additional catalyst condition? Heh heh, I hope I'll never be able to gather it … Klein muttered to himself as he cast his gaze at Rosell's Travels in the junk pile.
As he temporarily didn't have a way to enter the sea of collective subconscious, and with his current focus being the Antigonus family's notebook, he delayed his second exploration of the World in the book.
Phew … Klein exhaled, retracted his gaze, and prepared for this week's Tarot Gathering.
It was three in the afternoon in Baekeland.
Dark red beams of light lit up on both sides of the long mottled table, solidifying into blurry, different figures.
Audrey's mood was as good as usual, or even better. This was because her brother, Hibbert Hall, had sent a telegram to inform her that the 10% of the shares in the Baekeland Bicycle Company had been finalized for a total of 12,000 pounds.
Furthermore, she didn't need to rush back to Baekeland to sign it. Before her brother, Hibbert, set off, she had already signed the carte blanche agreement under the witness of two lawyers. All she needed to do now was wait for everything to be completed before signing a confirmation letter for her brother.
The corners of Audrey's mouth curled up elegantly as she stood up and said to the figure shrouded in gray fog at the end of the long bronze table,
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool ~"
May Mr. Fool bless me. There will be clues to the fruit of the Illusory Chime Tree today … Immediately following that, she prayed silently in her heart.
After exchanging greetings and sitting down, Cattleya didn't disappoint Klein's expectations. She once again lowered her head as though she didn't dare look straight at him.
"Mr. Fool, there are three pages of Rosell The Great's diary this time."
Has Queen Mystic still not found any clues regarding Rosell The Great's assassination … She's still providing the diary through Ma 'am Hermit … Unfortunately, I've been in my family's fief recently and haven't had much contact with the Psychological Alchemy. I haven't been able to obtain any new diary pages … Hmm, I'll visit the Relic Search and Preservation Foundation in a few days. Perhaps they've found some … Audrey listened curiously.
The Fool Klein chuckled.
"Very good.
"You can consider your request."
Actually, I know that Queen Mystic has already told you the problem … I wonder what she's doing in Baekeland … Klein's thoughts began to wander.
Soon, Cattleya conjured the three diary pages and handed them to Mr. Fool.
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