At eight o'clock on Friday night, Klein, having already agreed to help Miss Sharon, put on his iron mask and arrived at Old Master of the Eye of Wisdom's living room.
Perhaps because Backlund's Beyonders had been stifled for too long, after the Serial Killer was brought to justice, gatherings of all sizes began springing up everywhere.
Klein always felt that if the Three Great Churches set up an ambush at a time like this, they might be able to sweep up more than seventy percent of Backlund's Beyonders in one go.
Although he also understood that the churches needed to maintain balance and could not do something that would provoke public outrage, he still followed his heart and performed a divination. In the end, he chose Old Master of the Eye of Wisdom's place, which seemed to have the God of Knowledge and Wisdom backing it.
The living room remained dim. The only candle flickered unsteadily, casting shadows upon the walls as though countless monsters were leaping about within them.
Klein chose the spot most convenient for escape and looked around. He saw Old Master of the Eye of Wisdom, whose nasolabial folds were deeply etched into his cheeks, and the chubby Apothecary. Oh, it seemed Mr. Devil had sold him the crystallized marrow of the Spring of Elves he had bought from Mr. Hangman. In that case, he should have advanced already. Klein wondered what Sequence Eight of the Apothecary pathway was...
His gaze continued sweeping across the room, but he found no other familiar people. It was not because they had not come; compared with the foul-mouthed little fatty Apothecary, everyone else had concealed themselves far too thoroughly, making it difficult to tell who was who.
Still, judging from today's attendance, there were already more people than