Amidst his sigh, Klein allowed himself to relax and enjoy the rare peace and comfort of a dream like an ordinary person.
About fifteen minutes later, he finally waited for the Church's Beyonder to leave the dream.
Finally … I can sleep peacefully … Klein had planned on opening his eyes out of habit and falling asleep again, but he realized that once he didn't need to be on high alert, he could directly fall asleep with the remaining sense of tranquility in his dream.
That night, he slept very well. He slept all the way until dawn. The Sun had just risen, and the crimson moon was still present. The sky was bright, and the wind was blowing gently.
Klein lazily spaced out for nearly ten minutes before picking up the golden pocket watch on the bedside table. He snapped it open to take a look.
It's not even half-past six … Should I turn around and continue sleeping, or should I wake up now? Klein checked his condition. Seeing that he was awake and full of energy without any signs of fatigue, he got out of bed to wash up. He walked to the balcony and looked at the orange-red horizon.
In this season of Baekeland, due to the influence of the wind, the smog wasn't too serious. Furthermore, there had been air pollution control in the past few months, so the blue sky was clear and the air was fresh. The gardener was already busy in the garden, while the kitchen maids and handyman were heading to the market together. Apart from them, the surroundings were serene. This made Klein suddenly feel cheerful as he temporarily forgot all his troubles. He felt that the World was his alone at that moment.
With a smile that was not too obvious, he quietly admired the scene. In the next fifteen minutes, two or three servants walked out of the surrounding houses one after another. They were either carrying baskets or leading horses. The whole street came to life bit by bit, and the sun gradually brightened.
This is what life should be like … Klein sighed silently. He suddenly had the urge to go out for a stroll. He turned around and left the balcony. He walked to the door and turned the knob.
Outside his master bedroom, Richardson was already waiting. It was impossible to guess what time he had woken up.
This was the hardest part of being a valet. He had to sleep later than his employer and wake up earlier than him.
"There's still an hour before breakfast. If you wish to bring it forward, the kitchen can prepare it in fifteen minutes." Richardson didn't ask Dawn Dantès why he had suddenly woken up so early.
Klein chuckled.
"You don't have to. I plan to go out for a walk first."
"Yes, sir." Richardson entered the bedroom, picked out a coat according to his employer's suggestion, and helped him put it on.
Finally, Klein put on his silk top hat, picked up his inlaid scepter, and went down to the first floor. He walked out of the door and walked along the Intis sycamore tree and the black gas lamp pole as he slowly walked to the other end of the street.
Along the way, there was a faint fragrance wafting from the gardens of every house. The green leaves of the trees created a quiet atmosphere. There were very few pedestrians coming and going in twos and threes. Occasionally, a carriage would pass by to break the silence, but it would quickly go far away.
Klein enjoyed the early morning environment and the beauty of waking up early. He felt that the remnants of yesterday's negative emotions were evaporating bit by bit and disappearing bit by bit.
Yes, Beyonders need to know how to take the initiative to create the conditions to adjust their emotions … By doing this, the bishops of Saint Samuel Cathedral should know that Dawn Dantès has completely recovered. They won't disturb my sleep in the middle of the night … As Klein's thoughts wandered, his gaze casually swept past 39 Böklund Street.
This was Member of Parliament Macht's home.
Its outer walls were formed by sharp metal poles, allowing passersby to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the garden inside through the gaps.
As his gaze moved, Klein saw a familiar figure. It was Hazel with her long, black-green hair and dark brown eyes. This beautiful and arrogant girl was walking along the garden path with her maidservant, looking around from time to time.
She's up so early as well? She hasn't been able to head to the sewers in the middle of the night, so her sleep quality is excellent? Klein lampooned as he retracted his gaze and continued walking forward.
Glancing at Richardson, who was following behind him in a staid manner, Klein suddenly recalled the news reports, magazine columns, and stories he had recently read about the Southern Continent.
He had been consciously reading up on content related to this field in order to enrich the persona of Dawn Dantès. After all, much of his understanding of the Southern Continent came from the pirates, adventurers, and the strongest hunter of the Fog Sea, Anderson. Who knew if there were any exaggerations or fabrications?
The information I've read in the past and recently is about so-and-so going to the Southern Continent, making a fortune, or simply migrating there. Heh, this makes all of Backlund's citizens believe that the Southern Continent is filled with gold and that it's filled with opportunities to get rich overnight. Even the common trees there have many uses for their sap. They can be exchanged for large amounts of gold pounds. That's why the kingdom often goes to war with Feysac, Intis, and other countries to snatch colonies … If it wasn't for the fact that the commoners don't have enough money to pay for the ship and are afraid of smuggling, there would definitely be a large number of people heading there …
"What's your impression of the Southern Continent?"
He remembered that Richardson had been born in a manor there and had only been brought to Baekeland as an adult.
Richardson was silent for a few seconds.
"Sir, I actually don't know much about the Southern Continent because I'm busy in the manor most of the time. I seldom have the chance to head out."
"Just tell me your impression, the most realistic impression. Don't mind it. I just want to get a general understanding. As you know, they all think of me as an expert in the Southern Continent, but in fact, my experience is limited to a few places and the merchant class," Klein said with a chuckle.
Richardson lowered his head bit by bit as he looked at his feet that were moving forward.
"My impression of the Southern Continent is:
"Hunger, exhaustion, pain, as well as the yearning for the World after death …"
Hunger, exhaustion, pain … Klein repeated these three words inwardly as he walked down Böklund Street without asking any further questions.
…
East Chester County, in a building at the periphery of Stoen University.
Audrey was visiting the collection obtained by the Rouen Relic Search and Preservation Foundation.
She had originally planned on coming on Tuesday afternoon, but to her surprise, Associate Professor Michel Deuth was attending an academic conference in Baekeland and would only be returning today. Therefore, she had no choice but to change her arrangements.
"This pair of boots was discovered by a farmer near Stoen in a mountain ruin. Its shape and characteristics are very similar to the social trends of the Fourth Epoch." Michel introduced the items in the glass cabinet to the noble and beautiful girl.
Audrey looked over with interest and discovered that the tips of the boots were clearly raised, as though they belonged to a clown.
The height of the two ends wasn't uniform. One was three centimeters, while the other was five centimeters. It didn't look like a pair.
The asymmetrical style of the Fourth Epoch … I wonder which class the three on the left and five on the right represent … Audrey retracted her gaze and followed Associate Professor Michel to the next collection.
Towards the end of the tour, Michel pointed at the glass cabinet diagonally in front of her.
"This coat of arms was sent over a few days ago. It involves ancient dragon worship."
Dragon … Audrey took a step forward in a reserved manner and approached it. She saw a grayish-white dragon with its wings spread out on the surface of the coat of arms.
"Where does it come from?" Audrey asked in the same manner as before.
Michel replied, "A village named Hartlark.
"A village named Hartlark. This Loenese word doesn't have a prototype in ancient Feysac. It seems to be spelled out based on the pronunciation."
Hartlark … This is the village with the tradition of dragon worship that I previously went to. The people there believe that there's a mind dragon living in the sea of collective subconscious … The Twenty Year War notebook I obtained from Associate Professor Michel belonged to a knight named Lindelila who left this village. He's suspected to be related to that mind dragon … Audrey nodded in thought as she deliberated over her words, wanting to ask who had found the coat of arms.
At this moment, Associate Professor Michel's expression turned abnormally heavy.
"The discovery of this coat of arms was accompanied by a tragedy."
"Tragedy?" Audrey didn't hide her astonishment.
Associate Professor Michel exhaled and said,
"An archaeological team entered the village to study the customs of dragon worship. In the end, one of the team members went crazy at night, and this mental illness seems to be contagious. The entire archaeological team later became lunatics. They killed each other or mutilated themselves. None of them survived.
"This coat of arms was found among their belongings. It was first taken away by the police, and after confirming that there were no problems, it was donated to us."
An archaeological team entered the village, and one member after another went crazy … Audrey's eyes widened slightly as she repeated Associate Professor Michel's words inwardly.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind.
Psychological Alchemy!
This archaeological team was made up of members of the Psychological Alchemy Society!
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