Early in the morning, Klein was awakened on schedule as usual. He opened his eyes, slightly dazed, but still instinctively threw back the covers, preparing to take four steps backward in response to Mr. Devil's wake-up service.
However, the instant he lifted the blanket, the intense cold made him shudder violently. He woke up completely at once, realizing that ascending above the Gray Fog like this would definitely give him a cold. He immediately changed clothes before taking four steps backward and rising above the Gray Fog. After confirming that it really was Mr. Devil's prayer, he responded at once and returned to reality without pause, apparently intending to catch some more sleep before the bed lost its warmth.
However, at that moment, the air around him suddenly turned chilly. A brown spirit body flashed past, and then Klein saw that there was an extra sheet of letter paper in his arms.
The contents were very simple—
Before nine this morning, come to my house. Before I speak, do not bring up anything related to faith.
The message was extremely concise, but Klein sensed that something was off. Not mentioning faith obviously referred to the Fool, yet this gentleman had just prayed to Mr. Fool.
Moreover, it specified that he had to arrive before nine. Mr. Devil had used a messenger to contact him before, but this was the first time he had set such a precise time.
Is it because he can only speak at this time? Klein felt uneasy, but he still got dressed immediately. He believed Mr. Devil would not make a fuss over nothing. Though he truly did have a rather twisted sense of humor at times, whenever he sought Klein out, there had to be something important.
Braving the cold wind as he stepped onto