Klein, who was in bed, ultimately didn't manage to sleep all the way to daybreak. This was because he believed that with most people on the street being jolted awake by the commotion, it would only incur suspicion if he slept soundly without noticing anything.
Indeed, just as he got out of bed, walked to the balcony, pulled open the curtains, and pretended to search for the source of the commotion, Butler Walter had already knocked on his door. He had arranged for two servants with double-barreled hunting rifles to protect their employer and prevent any accidents.
Before long, the police arrived. According to the residents' accounts, they had locked onto the sewers as the target.
After that, it was unknown to the ordinary citizen, Mr. Dwayne Dantès, what they discovered, or if they requested help from the Nighthawks.
After confirming that there wouldn't be any more accidents, he dismissed the butler and servants and hurriedly went to bed to catch up on his sleep.
By the time he woke up, Böklund Street had returned to normal. There were people in groups of two or three, with carriages occasionally passing by. Intis parasol trees by the side of the street continued to make the area appear dark and serene.
"Are the results of the investigations out?" As Klein looked at himself in the mirror, he asked his valet, Richardson, who was helping him tidy up his clothes.
Richardson had already asked about the matter and was waiting for his employer to ask.
He immediately replied, "It's said that a gang member was trading firearms in the nearby sewers and accidentally triggered an explosion."
What a reasonable explanation … Klein didn't ask further. He didn't even consider where the Marauder pathway demigod who had stolen his thoughts had gone or if he had been found by the Nighthawks.
This was firstly because he believed that the demigod's act of detonating the explosives would definitely result in severe repercussions for him. If he had sufficient power or a suitable environment, the demigod would have long "Parasitized" Hazel. There wouldn't be a need to go through so much trouble. This also meant that in two to three weeks, or even two to three months, Klein didn't need to worry about the demigod doing anything.
Secondly, if he were to continue the investigation and force that person into a corner, Klein had no doubt that he would also be hurt. Once the other party no longer had any reservations and affected the surrounding area on a large scale, even if he did not expose his identity, he would still be attacked by a demigod and implicate the innocent residents on this street.
Apart from these two reasons, Klein was also worried about something else. If the originally "normal" Boklund Street continued having abnormalities, it would definitely garner the deep suspicions of the official Beyonders. And with all of this happening only after Dawn Dantès moved in, Klein wouldn't be able to explain it even if he had a body full of mouths. When the time came, he could only abandon the plan and reconsider other plans.
I can't head to the sewers for the time being. There's a high chance that it's a trap set by the officials … There's only one thing I need to do. Yes, I have to secretly pay attention to Hazel and see if there's anything abnormal about her. Once I discover any signs of danger, I'll immediately transform into Hero Bandit and go to Saint Samuel Cathedral's entrance to stick a "tiny advertisement" … Klein calmly went downstairs to have his breakfast before returning to his master bedroom. He got his valet, Richardson, to wait by the door while he took out the nearly torn paper crane from his wallet.
He planned on using it one last time to pass the bargaining chip given by Admiral of Stars to Snake of Fate Will Auceptin to see if "He" would agree to it.
Typically speaking, he could complete this matter through a visit, but without Dr. Allen's invitation and lacking a sufficient reason, a visit wasn't a good choice. It would easily make others suspect his motives. After all, he couldn't tell Dr. Allen that he wasn't looking for him, but for the fetus in his wife's womb.
Carefully unfurling the paper crane, Klein glanced at the pencil words left behind previously. He instinctively believed that as long as he used an eraser, the paper would definitely tear.
However, this didn't stump him. He picked up a black fountain pen and directly wrote on the paper:
"The other party has already given the bargaining chip."
The dark blue ink that was nearly black was many times clearer than the pencil marks. Therefore, although the two parts of the text overlapped, it didn't affect anyone from recognizing the words at the top.
The solution is always more difficult than difficult … Klein nodded in satisfaction as he folded the paper back into the paper crane form along the lines.
This time, he suspected that it would tear if he unfurled it again.
…
City of Silver, Berg household.
Ever since the end of the Tarot, Derrick seemed to have turned into a stone statue. He sat by the bed, motionless.
After an unknown period of time, he was "woken up" by the sounds coming from the streets outside. However, the nightmarish feeling still enveloped him, making his footsteps towards the window appear heavy.
God might already be dead … God might never return … Such thoughts kept echoing in Derrick's mind, brewing uncontrollable despair and pain.
Although he had already doubted if God would return when he killed his parents with his own hands, and if he would still care for the People of the Dark who had been abandoned by "Him" again, he even wanted to rely on Mr. Fool to transform himself into the true Sun and help the residents of the City of Silver escape the curse of fate. However, the education he had received since he was young and the surrounding environment constantly affected him, making him look forward to the return of the Creator. He looked forward to the City of Silver's sacrifice and repentance to receive a response.
But now, all of this hope had been destroyed, leaving only the last bit of hope that could be drowned by the darkness at any moment.
The City of Silver will continue like this until it completely disappears into the darkness. No one will remember that we once existed or struggled … Derrick cast his gaze out the window and saw many residents of the area he lived in gathered together. They were spontaneously praying and repenting to the Lord who created everything.
This wasn't a ritual organized by the six-member council, but a tradition that had been established in the City of Silver for two to three thousand years. One had to pray when something good happened, when one's emotions were unstable, when one's family was injured, and when a new life was born.
Lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the streets. Derrick stood in the darkness inside the house, staring blankly outside. He didn't move for a long time, but his hands had unknowingly clenched tightly.
After the residents dispersed, he finally retracted his gaze, his expression warped.
He reached out to touch Thunder God's Roar, and his gaze gradually became firm. He was prepared to follow Mr. The Hanging Man's instructions and make some friends to help him indirectly.
Soon, he was placed in a difficult position, because he didn't know how to take the initiative to make friends, greet others warmly, or find topics to talk about.
This was something that went against his character.
After some thought, Derrick decided to go to the training grounds and use combat to establish a relationship with his old acquaintances. It was a gathering place for the people of the City of Silver, and he often met people he was familiar with.
…
Late at night, Klein saw the dark and barren plains and the mysterious and gloomy steeple in his dream.
After passing through one obstacle after another, he arrived at the area where the tarot cards were scattered. A black pram was already waiting there.
Wrapped in silver silk, Will Auceptin asked in a clear voice,
"What bargaining chips do you have?"
You're very proactive this time … Where's your reserve as a Sequence 1? However, that's how kids are. Their mentality is pretty good … Klein chuckled to himself and said,
"You can choose one of the two chips.
The first is to take a look at the Wheel of Fortune card. The second is a method to temporarily recover a certain amount of strength while I'm weak.
Will Auceptin was silent for a second before chuckling.
"That's Bernadette.
"My hunch was right. I'll be able to obtain some good stuff this time."
Then, he asked,
"Which chip do you think I'll choose?"
Klein's subconscious thought was that I have a chance to ask a question. He then laughed self-deprecatingly.
"Two."
Will Auceptin clicked his tongue.
"Do I look like a Mythical Creature without a similar method?
"I don't know how many times I've restarted. Of course, I'll consciously prepare in advance!"
Makes sense … Klein nodded.
"You want to see the Wheel of Fortune card? Or ask them to change their chips again? "
Will Auceptin sucked at his fingers.
"I choose the second option."
"…" Klein's expression stiffened.
At that moment, Will Auceptin smiled.
"Knowing one more method means having one more trump card. Isn't that wrong?"
Yes, you're right … Klein replied helplessly,
"Alright, when will the transaction be completed?"
Will Auceptin waved his short arms.
"Of course, when I'm born with umbilical cord blood!
"This will probably be in early July, or it could be earlier."
At this point, he regained his composure and chuckled.
"If they want to give me that method in advance, I don't mind."
"They?" Klein subconsciously asked. He didn't understand how the Snake of Mercury knew it was them and not her, Queen Mystic Bernadette.
Will Auceptin sucked his finger and said in a muffled voice,
"Bernadette has long passed the stage of needing a drop of Mythical Creature blood. This should be something she prepared for her subordinates."
Is that so … Ma 'am Hermit needs it? Klein asked thoughtfully, "That's right.
"What's the use of a drop of Mythical Creature blood? Is it the main ingredient of some potion? "
He made the connection that a drop of Eternal Blazing Sun's divine blood could be used as the main ingredient of the Unshadowed potion.
"No, are other pathways suicidal by consuming the blood of a Mythical Creature of the Fate pathway?" Will Auceptin scoffed. "I heard that to advance from Sequence 5 to Sequence 4 of the Mystery Pryer pathway, one needs to completely analyze a drop of Mythical Creature blood and obtain complex and massive knowledge from it. This is a part of the ritual, and as the Mythical Creature blood used is different, once it succeeds, they will have different strengths at the Mysticologist stage."
So that's how it is … The rituals of different pathways and Sequences have their own characteristics … Klein bowed in enlightenment.
"Thank you for your answer."
Will Auceptin waved his hand and said, "Don't disturb me again.
"Don't disturb me anymore. Let me be born in peace. That is the greatest gratitude!"
Without waiting for Klein's response, "He" added, "Don't disturb me again.
"Giving me that method isn't considered disturbing!"
With that said, the black pram retreated into the shadows and vanished.
When Klein saw the surrounding walls collapse, he silently heaved a sigh of relief. He planned on escaping and going back to sleep.
At this moment, he felt a jolt as he realized that a new power had invaded his dream.
Just as one left, another came. It was even more lively than during the day! As Klein manipulated the dream to change according to his wishes, he pretended to look around in a daze.
PS: I recommend a very good book, Devil King of the City, written by Happy Two Hao. It's exciting and not to be missed!
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