Having received Mr. Devil's reply, Klein's thoughts became more active. What he most wanted to ask about was the Spectator pathway, but that would seem far too deliberate. After thinking briefly, he said:
"I'd like to ask, do you know of any Sequences that can create coincidences?"
Sno's expression shifted slightly upon hearing Klein's question. He then deliberately put on a mocking look and said:
"Why would you think that a mere Sequence Nine like me would know something like that? Do you think too highly of me?"
That's not what you said before! Klein grumbled inwardly, but he also understood that such knowledge probably would not be casually shared with someone he had just met. He suppressed his disappointment and spoke as if it did not matter:
"I was only asking. By the way, since you're looking for Lanevus, do you have any of his personal belongings?"
"Unfortunately, no. Although I found his former residence, he was clearly a clever fellow and left behind no clues. The reason I wanted to cultivate a Seer was also to see whether anything could be found in that nearly emptied house." Sno spread his hands helplessly, but Klein immediately pressed:
"Where is that house?"
"62 Howes Street." Sno gave the information he had obtained from the original work, then revealed a meaningful smile and said:
"I'm still wanted by the authorities, so I won't be going with you. If you find any clues, come find me in Room 203 of the Aromatic Tree Hotel on Champagne Street. Oh, and this is for expenses."
With that, he pulled two gold coins gleaming with a wonderful luster from his pocket and placed them on the table. He put his half-top silk hat back on and turned toward the door.
Watching Sno slowly leave, Klein suddenly came to a realization—He seemed to have said before that official Beyonders don't understand the Acting Method. In other words, in his eyes, I'm actually a member of some secret organization? Right, the Secret Master Association! Mr. Devil must have taken me for one of the Secret Master Association's people! So his real purpose was to pass Lanevus's information to the Secret Master Association? He mentioned the captain before, and on the surface, he's also a member of the Aurora Society... What exactly is he trying to do?
Klein vaguely felt that a thread was connecting everything, but his lack of mystical knowledge prevented him from completely linking it all together.
After hesitating for a moment, he stood up. Though he did not know what Mr. Devil was plotting, he knew there should be no problem with investigating Lanevus's house first. Hmm, he also had to divine whether there was any danger.
With that thought, Klein prepared to leave the Fortune Telling Club. Before departing, however, he turned back and picked up the gold pounds on the table.
"Mr. Devil is really generous, giving two pounds in one go!" Klein carefully tucked the two gold pounds into the inner pocket of his formal suit. Only then did he organize his personal belongings and head for the door. Yet before he could leave, a familiar figure entered through it: Mr. Gracis, who had previously asked him to divine Lanevus's investment.
"Everything went smoothly." Sno ordered afternoon tea at the restaurant across from the Fortune Telling Club and quietly sat where he could see its entrance. Only after a young lady in a cloche hat appeared did he finally relax.
He took a gold coin from his pocket and flicked it high into the air. Only after it landed in his hand did he rise and leave the restaurant.
After returning to the hotel, Sno completed his routine physical training. Following a quick wash, he returned to his room and began writing a letter—
"Dear Mr. A:"
"You would never guess what I discovered! Although Heinsohn Vincent is an idiot, he did one extremely correct thing! That Con Sman succeeded!"
"Though I don't know how he did it, earlier today, I happened to see a lady. Please forgive me for being unable to find a more appropriate way to address her, because she is carrying the Lord's progeny!"
"You need not verify it again. I can guarantee that everything I have said is true! You know that, as a Secrets Suppliant, my senses in this regard are absolutely reliable! What that lady carries is undoubtedly a child of God, one possessing the Lord's divinity!"
"Praise be to our Lord. I can hardly wait to witness the birth of the Lord's progeny!"
"However, this wonderful news is tainted by unforgivable noise!"
"The lady carrying the Holy Child has actually come into contact with the Night Watch Heretics! Though the Holy Child's might left him without the courage to look directly at her, you should understand that this is still a hidden danger."
"I am merely a Secrets Suppliant and have no way to protect the Holy Child's safety. Therefore, I beseech Lord Oracle to come in person and ensure that the Holy Child is born safely."
"The Lord's faithful servant, Sno von Pandax."
Watching Mr. A's messenger take the envelope away, Sno let out a long breath. At the messenger's speed, Mr. A would arrive in Tingen no later than the day after tomorrow.
The Evil God Progeny being in Tingen would be a tremendous Catastrophe, but in Backlund, it would merely be an ordinary incident.
Stretching his body, Sno drank a cup of hot milk and completely relaxed his body and mind. Then, he began the final wrap-up for today's work—
"The Fool that does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious ruler Above the Gray Fog, you are the King of Yellow and Black who presides over good fortune..."
The honorific name chanted in Ancient Hermes continuously echoed within the spiritually sealed space, transforming into layer upon layer of noise that spread toward the spirit world. In such an environment, Sno clasped his hands, pressed them against his forehead, and began his prayer before sleep in a reverent tone...
"Mr. Devil is praying again! With such a devout believer, I really don't know whether I should be happy or sad!" At 2 Daffodil Street, Klein had just finished bathing and was about to go to bed when he heard the repeated murmurs by his ear. He immediately knew that Mr. Devil was praying again.
Even so, he did not simply ignore it. Instead, he returned to his bedroom and took four steps counterclockwise to arrive Above the Gray Fog.
He had still heard the story of the boy who cried wolf. If he truly ignored it, then what if one day someone else cried for help at this time, and he overlooked it again?
Arriving at the head of the Bronze Long Table, Klein looked at the Crimson Star that constantly contracted and expanded. He inwardly sighed, As expected of a Devil, and extended his spirituality to touch it.
Klein had intended to let the "recording" finish before returning to sleep, but after hearing just a few sentences, his entire body froze slightly. The face hidden behind the Gray Fog also became solemn...
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