The mirror on Klein's pillow instantly glowed like flowing water. Silver points of light squirmed and gathered to form the corresponding Rouen text:
"Exalted Great Master, your loyal and humble servant, Arrodes, is always at your service!"
Klein stood by the bed and looked at the mirror. He looked calm as he asked,
He asked calmly, "Where is the Antigonus family notebook behind Saint Samuel Cathedral's Chanis Gate?"
He needed to confirm the location ahead of time so that he could head straight for his target and complete his plan in the shortest amount of time possible to avoid all sorts of accidents.
On the mirror's surface, the silver words warped and changed, forming another line of text:
"It's a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact. It's located on the right side of the second level. I can't see the exact details."
Klein tersely acknowledged.
"It's your turn to ask."
Arrodes immediately made the silver words on the mirror dissipate, and the question appeared in the rippling light:
"Do you have any other instructions?"
If he were in his normal state, Klein would definitely have secretly tsked, but his highly tense mind made him nod and say, "Look at my illusion like before.
"Look at my illusions like before and deal with the unexpected."
"Alright, Master!" Arrodes didn't hesitate to give a response. Following that, he added another line of words: "I will. I will control my instincts. I swear to you, the great ruler above the spirit world!"
Klein nodded slightly and took two steps forward, allowing the mirror to reflect Dawn Dantès's appearance.
The image became clearer and larger, and finally, it looked real.
After some adjustments, Klein made the fake person lie on the bed. It looked like it had fallen asleep.
At this moment, he realized that Dawn Dantès had turned his head and was smiling obsequiously at him. At the same time, he extended his palms and pulled up the blanket.
"…" Klein didn't say a word. As he transformed into the cold, crazy adventurer, German Sparrow, he made Creeping Hunger, which was still on his left palm, turn transparent.
His figure rapidly faded as he "Traveled" to the other end of Phelps Street where Saint Samuel Cathedral was. Then, he walked to the square where pigeons flew during the day and hid in a dark corner.
After a while, a group of believers came out of the church to participate in the evening mass. Soon, many servants left the church with all kinds of miscellaneous items. They walked to the trash cans in the side alley and separated a group of people to deal with the feces at the carriage parking lot.
At this moment, one of the servants suddenly trembled. He lowered his head and began to clean up seriously. He even dutifully moved towards the direction of the plaza, as if he wanted to deal with the miscellaneous items there. He gradually moved further and further away until he reached the place with the thickest shadows.
When the other servants were no longer paying attention to him, a hand suddenly took shape and seemed to reach out from the void. It grabbed his shoulder, causing his figure to fade and disappear.
Klein directly "Traveled" to a two-bedroom apartment in a cheap apartment in East Borough. He had changed his appearance a few days in advance and "Teleported" over to rent the place.
The powers of a Traveler are really too convenient. The only problem is that every time I want to use it, I need a pirate to sacrifice his life … Klein lampooned to ease his nerves. At the same time, he made the servant lie down on the bed. Then, he took out a thin metal test tube and threw it at him.
The servant accurately caught it, pulled out the stopper, and gulped down the sleeping pills inside. In just a few seconds, he fell asleep. Wraith Señor's figure in his old triangular hat and dark red coat appeared beside him.
Klein examined the servant on the bed as his body suddenly softened, as though he had turned into a mud monster.
However, he didn't collapse into a pile. He only swayed slightly and instantly became 15 centimeters shorter. His skin darkened as his facial features shifted. Soon, he transformed into the servant's appearance.
And at this moment, Señor had already taken off the servant's clothes.
Without wasting any time, Klein quickly changed into the clothes and moved the iron cigar case and other items over.
He picked up the broom and examined it. After confirming that there were no problems, he made Señor return to the gold coin. He lowered his left arm and spread his fingers, watching Creeping Hunger emit an indescribable transparency.
After teleporting back to the shadows in the corner of the square, Klein bent down and seriously cleaned the ground. He then approached the busy servants step by step, but he maintained a certain distance to prevent anyone from speaking to him and increasing the risk of exposure.
About half an hour later, the busy servants gathered together and entered Saint Samuel Cathedral before turning to the side.
"How tiring," a servant stretched his arms after distancing himself from the priests.
Klein pretended to be so exhausted that he wasn't in the mood to chat. He nodded and didn't participate in the conversation.
Soon, they returned to the servants' residence. It was two large rooms that faced each other. There were many bunk beds inside, and beside each bed was a wooden cabinet and a box.
Klein was immediately at a loss. He didn't know if he should enter the left or the right.
Thankfully, he was a Seer. For matters that didn't involve Beyonders or mysticism, he could completely rely on his spiritual intuition. Furthermore, he was holding a broom. Therefore, he pretended that his hand had slipped and secretly performed Dowsing Rod Seeking. He received a revelation that he should head to the right.
After entering the room on the right, Klein deliberately slowed down and observed the actions of the other servants. Then, he mimicked them and placed the broom behind the door. Then, he went to the bathroom outside to wash his face, rinse his mouth, and rinse his feet.
By the time he was done slowly, his bed had already appeared — the one that wasn't occupied.
Lying on the bed, Klein finally felt a little relieved as he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
The servants were very tired, and it didn't take long for them to fall asleep. Their snoring sounds could be heard.
Klein maintained his consciousness as he took off Creeping Hunger in a very small motion. He folded it into a tiny piece and stuffed it into an iron cigar case, placing it together with Aztec's copper whistle and the Señor gold coin.
Time ticked by. As he was too tense, he was unable to fall asleep. All he could do was rely on Cogitation to force himself to sleep for a few hours.
When he woke up at a certain time, Klein released Wraith Señor.
This marionette's cold and indifferent aura rapidly fused with his surroundings. The Spirit Body Threads collapsed inwardly, gradually forming a deep darkness that no longer had an origin.
It can still be controlled … Klein nodded indiscernibly, allowing the Wraith to use the stained glass windows and the smooth stone tiles on the ground to arrive at the staircase that led to the upper levels of the Keepers.
He believed that if Señor hadn't been corrupted ahead of time and been treated as one of its own by the seal's core behind Chanis Gate, he would've definitely triggered a reaction and been wiped out.
How could a Wraith have the ability to move freely in an orthodox Church's cathedral!?
And it was precisely because of the seal's "tacit agreement" and the Paper Angel's interference that the spirituality of the archbishop at the demigod level who lived somewhere in the cathedral wasn't triggered!
Step by step, he came to the second floor. Using his perception of the corruptive aura, the concealed Señor moved left under Klein's control and found the area where the Keepers lived.
Tomorrow is Monday … This week's Monday should be under the responsibility of the Keeper I first met … Klein had long figured out the rotation pattern. He made the Wraith in the dark red coat silently pass through the wooden door and float into different rooms to identify the targets.
As there were only a few people, he quickly found the elder with loose facial skin, a huge nose, and sparse hair that was the color of frost.
Wraith Señor immediately took out a metal test tube filled with sleeping pills and placed it by the side. Then, before the Keeper noticed it, he possessed him!
Before the slumbering Keeper could wake up and resist, he lost control of his body. All he could do was barely open his grayish-blue eyes and see himself pick up the metal test tube with great difficulty. He pulled out the cork and gulped down the liquid inside.
His body began to convulse in an uncoordinated and abnormal manner as though there was an intense internal struggle. After a full minute, he slowly softened and closed his eyes again, entering a dreamless slumber.
After doing all of this, Wraith Señor left the Keeper's body. Using all kinds of mirrors, he jumped back to the area where the servants lived before entering Klein's body.
Klein immediately emitted a cold, silent, and indifferent aura. Even making an expression seemed difficult.
He slowly got out of bed and silently left the servant's room. He walked through the shadows and murals that couldn't be illuminated by the moonlight. Step by step, he arrived at the second floor and entered his target's room.
Standing by the bed, the servant-looking Klein's figure suddenly grew taller. His sparse hair turned white, and his nose widened a little.
In just a few seconds, he looked identical to the Keeper who had consumed sleeping pills. Even his aura was no different.
Changing into a clergyman's black coat, Klein moved the Keeper and servant's clothes to the bottom of the bed before lying down and silently counting the time.
At half past five, he woke up early, ate the white bread he had prepared last night, drank a cup of water, and looked out the window in silence.
Just as the sky lit up, Klein maintained his expressionless state as he opened the door and walked out. He went down to the first floor and followed the route he had grasped and turned to the left.
After walking for a while, he wasn't surprised to see a priest.
This was the experience of a former Nighthawk, so Klein wasn't worried that he wouldn't be able to find the path.
The priest stood outside the secret door that led to the underground area. He raised his right hand and tapped his chest four times in a clockwise manner.
"May the Goddess bless you."
"Praise the Lady," Klein replied in a low voice as he similarly drew the crimson moon.
He didn't stop and walked past the priest. Under the illumination of the lights on both sides, he walked up the stairs and arrived at a crossroads.
According to his understanding of the surrounding geography, Klein believed that turning to the right would lead him away from the cathedral. It was likely to lead to a particular security company or other organization that the Nighthawks were disguised as. Therefore, he didn't hesitate to turn left.
At this moment, he saw a man wearing red gloves walking towards him.
The man had black hair and green eyes. He had outstanding looks and was dressed rather casually. He was none other than Leonard Mitchell.
PS1: Written by a book friend, "Vampire Maiden's Journey to Nairn."
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