Upon hearing Klein's question, the baby wrapped in silver silk raised his chubby arms and spread them out.
"I don't have a choice. I'm still in my mother's tummy!
"Although I can't write on that paper crane anymore, it can still help me locate you. If anything happens, I'll let you know!"
With regards to Will Auceptin's answer, Klein had already expected it. Without changing his posture or smile, he explained, "That's right.
"That paper crane is already a little damaged. I think there might be a problem with the positioning."
Then, he gave his own suggestion.
"Perhaps we can do this. After you are born, summon my messenger and write to me."
He was worried that something abnormal would happen when Will Auceptin was born, causing this "Snake of Fate" to have no choice but to change locations with his infant body. When that happened, he would really be unable to contact him.
In the black pram, Will Auceptin opened his mouth and closed it again. For a moment, he did not give a response.
After a few seconds, the baby pursed his lips and said,
"Do you think that's realistic?
"Not only did you have a newborn baby write a letter to you, you even had to set up a ritual and summon a messenger?"
Klein laughed dryly.
"But you are the Snake of Fate."
"We still have to respect the laws of nature!" Will Auceptin swung his arm and patted the cushion beside him.
The baby pondered for a moment and said,
"Let's do it this way. Get someone to keep an eye on this place. Once a baby is born, report to you immediately."
Klein's eyes darted left and right.
"Sure."
In this aspect, there were too many "people" he could find. He could hire gang members through Sharon and use the messenger to deliver the message. He could also find something for the usually idle Emlyn White to do. He could also entrust the bounty hunter, Miss Xio, to help. The corresponding results would be informed to The World and German Sparrow by Miss Magicians. He could also get Arrodes to pay attention to the surroundings and report the situation through a one-way communication.
However, this fellow has a sharp nose. I wonder if he can smell the scent of the umbilical cord blood outside the house, or even distinguish the corresponding essence … If that's the case, it might give him an impact similar to seeing a Mythical Creature. His rationality will be lowered, his mind will go haywire, and his body will mutate … Klein hurriedly asked while Will Auceptin's pram hadn't retreated into the shadows.
"I have a, uh, teacher that I haven't contacted in a long time. Can you help me take a look at his fate?
"His name is Aztec Eggers."
As Mr. Aztec still hadn't replied, Klein couldn't help but feel a little worried. Previously, he had used the copper whistle to do the corresponding divination above the gray fog, but all he saw was silence and deep darkness. He heard distant and long breaths, but he was unable to decipher what such a dream represented.
Will Auceptin sucked his thumb and said, "He's in a state of transformation.
This might be a good thing or a bad thing. I can only see to this extent because that teacher of yours has something special about him. "
Something special? A godhood that directly stems from Death? Transformation? Does this mean that Mr. Aztec has recovered more of his memories and has once again recovered his corresponding strength through his slumber? Klein bowed in thought.
"Thank you for your answer."
Will Auceptin immediately turned his head and looked to the side.
Klein thought and reminded him, "According to what I know, Blasphemer Amon has come to Baekeland.
"According to what I know, Blasphemer Amon has come to Backlund. Of course, it's most likely an avatar."
Will Auceptin was taken aback as he chuckled.
"To you, this might be a bad thing, but to me, it's rather good. Amon and that stupid snake, Ouroboros, are absolute enemies. No, a more accurate description is that 'He' hates the True Creator and is constantly thinking of pulling 'Him' down from his throne. As for Ouroboros, 'He' is loyal to that evil god."
After saying this, the black pram retreated back into the mirror's shadow as everything returned to normal.
Amon hates the True Creator? I'm increasingly suspecting that the True Creator is a participant in the act of devouring the ancient Sun God. It's that pitch-black baby in the middle of the Storm Angel, the White Angel, and the Wisdom Angel … Klein exhaled, took two steps forward, turned on the tap, and washed his hands.
…
In the evening, in East Balam Military Veterans Clubhouse.
Klein didn't immediately see the long-faced Colonel Calvin. After placing the suitcase containing 10,000 pounds into a heavy safe, he followed Macht to enjoy the buffet food provided by this top club.
The restaurant mainly focused on Southern Continent specialties. There was cheese bread made from cassava flour, ice cream with purple raspberry juice, assorted seafood broth flavored with coconut milk and palm oil, beef innards stewed with pepper, tomato, and onion. There was also Haagati roasted meat, Paz Valley mixed broth, as well as schnitzel and grilled squid.
Compared to other places, the ingredients used here were of very high quality. The taste was also pure Southern Continent style. It left Klein rather satisfied. If it wasn't for his image, he would've felt that a mouthful of Haagati roasted meat and a mouthful of purple raspberry ice cream would've been great.
Indeed, I prefer food with stronger flavors … What satisfied me the most today was the aperitif. If Macht hadn't mentioned it in passing, I would've even imagined it to be a light fruit juice … The pale golden liquid had two lemon slices soaked in it with a few pieces of crushed ice. It's sweet and a little sour. It doesn't have the taste of alcohol, but it's refreshing and refreshing. It instantly takes away the heat from my body … Klein placed the tablecloth on his plate as he reminisced about the enjoyment he had just had.
At this moment, Macht, who had gone to the washroom, returned. He smiled as he bent down and whispered into Dawn Dantès's ear.
"The room from before."
"Alright." Klein got up and went to the room with the safe. He took out the suitcase containing 10,000 pounds before heading to the activity room where he had previously met Colonel Calvin.
The long-faced Calvin was already waiting there. He glanced at the suitcase in Dawn Dantès's hand and got up with a smile.
"You really are a gentleman of action.
"I admire such an attitude."
As he spoke, he extended his right hand and shook hands with Dwayne Dantès, who had white sideburns.
Klein then handed the suitcase in his hand to him and smiled humbly.
"As a businessman, if one isn't decisive or swift when faced with a good opportunity to earn money, it only means that they aren't suited for this job."
Calvin sat down again and opened the suitcase in front of Dawn Dantès and Macht. He roughly counted the neatly arranged stacks of cash.
He quickly made a confirmation and closed the suitcase. He looked up at Dawn Dantès, who was sitting diagonally opposite him.
"Do you have any other thoughts on the exact details of the transaction?"
Klein deliberately pretended to organize his words and waited for a few seconds before saying, "Yes.
After a few seconds, he said, "I wish to head to the Southern Continent in the near future, to West Balam."
Seeing Colonel Calvin and Macht show a certain degree of surprise, he added, "There are some things that aren't suitable when carrying a lot of firearms.
"There are some things that are not suitable to be done when you have a lot of firearms with you. In order to make the transaction go smoothly, it is necessary to prepare in advance.
"Heh heh, I have to take this matter seriously. This is a business worth tens of thousands of pounds.
"Here's my idea. I'll head to West Balam first and contact customers who need it. I'll resolve the obvious obstacles. When the appointed time comes, I'll contact you via telegram and head to the East Balam border to retrieve the goods."
Calvin pondered for a moment and said, "After June 20th, you can send me a telegram.
"After June 20th, you can send me a telegram. I'll give you the specific information later. In short, after I receive the telegram, I'll immediately inform the officers there and ask them to bring the person who gave me the agreed secret code and password to the warehouse.
"Hmm … Do you need any support personnel who can provide protection during this period of time? When do you plan on setting off? "
I just want to head to West Balam and find a place without Rose School to stay there. I'll leave the rest to Dhaniz … When do I set off? I obviously wish to set off today and arrive today, but that will incur suspicion … Klein considered for two seconds and said, "There's no need for that for the time being.
In certain places in the Southern Continent, such support personnel will be the main reason for conflict. Don't worry, I have many friends in West Balam. Without any valuable goods, my safety can still be guaranteed.
"As for the question of when to set off, my answer is that the sooner, the better."
Colonel Calvin thought for nearly a minute before slowly nodding.
"After dinner tomorrow, I'll send someone to fetch you. The military has an airship that's transporting supplies and personnel to Desi Bay. And from there, it's very close to the Southern Continent by ship. If everything goes well, it'll take two to three days. Even if there's a storm in the way, making it necessary to take a roundabout route, it'll still take a week to arrive."
"Thank you." Klein got up and bowed sincerely.
From his point of view, leaving Baekeland with the military was a sufficiently safe choice. He wouldn't be suspected by anyone.
After discussing some details, Klein got up and bade farewell. He returned to the lobby with Macht and prepared to leave.
Inside the lobby, beside the buffet table, nearly ten men in military or casual attire were each holding a cup of alcohol. They were gathered there and joked about the recent rumors.
Klein swept his gaze and suddenly found one of the figures somewhat familiar.
The person was more than 1.85 meters tall, but less than 1.9 meters. His arms were slightly long, and his legs were slightly slanted outwards. His shoulders were abnormally broad, making his black suit appear rather tight.
This is … As Klein's thoughts raced, he suddenly tensed up as he recalled the source of the sense of familiarity.
This was the demigod who had met Crazy Captain Connors that night!
He was suspected to be working for a particular faction of the royal family, the demigod who was in charge of human trafficking!
Although this High-Sequence Beyonder had been wearing a black cloak back then, interfering with divination and preventing his looks from being exposed, Klein had remembered the unique traits of his body.
This was the specialty of a Faceless!
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