A Busy Mr. Devil

Mr. Devil's response put Klein's mind at ease. He actually wanted to ask about the Spectator pathway, but that would seem too deliberate. After a moment's thought, he spoke up.

"I'd like to ask if you know of any Sequences that can create coincidences?"

Sno's expression shifted slightly upon hearing Klein's question, and he deliberately put on a mocking face.

"Why would you think I, a mere Sequence Nine, would know something like that? Do you think too highly of me?"

You weren't saying that before! Klein thought to himself, but he understood that this kind of knowledge probably wouldn't be easily shared with someone he'd just met. He suppressed his disappointment and pretended to be indifferent.

"I was just asking. By the way, do you have anything belonging to Lanclus that he carried with him?"

"Unfortunately, no. Although I found his former residence, he was clearly a smart fellow and left no clues. The reason I wanted to cultivate a Diviner was to try and see if I could find anything in that nearly emptied house," Sno said, shrugging helplessly. Klein immediately pressed further.

"Where is that house?"

"62 Hols Street," Sno provided the information from the original text, then gave a meaningful smile.

"I'm still on the official wanted list, so I won't go with you. If you find any clues, please come find me at Room 203, Aromatic Tree Hotel, Champagne Street. Oh, and this is for expenses."

With that, he pulled two gleaming gold coins from his pocket and placed them on the table. He adjusted his semi-tall silk hat and turned towards the door.

As Sno walked away slowly, Klein suddenly had a realization. He said before that official Extraordinarys don't understand the Acting Method. In other words, in his eyes, I'm actually a member of some hidden organization? Right, the Secret Master Association! Mr. Devil must have mistaken me for someone from the Secret Master Association! So, his goal is actually to inform the Secret Master Association about Lanclus's whereabouts? He also mentioned the Captain before, and he's outwardly a member of the Aurora Society... What exactly does he want to do?

Klein vaguely felt a thread connecting these pieces, but due to his lack of Mysticism knowledge, he couldn't quite put them all together.

After hesitating for a moment, he stood up. He didn't know what Mr. Devil was planning, but he knew it wouldn't hurt to investigate Lanclus's house first. Yes, he should also divine if there was any danger.

With that in mind, Klein was about to leave the Fortune Telling Club. However, before he left, he turned back and picked up the gold pounds on the table.

Mr. Devil is quite generous, two pounds right off the bat! Klein carefully put the two gold pounds into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, then tidied up his personal belongings and headed for the door. Just as he was about to leave, a familiar figure walked in from the entrance – it was Mr. Gracius, who had previously consulted him about Lanclus's investments.

"Everything went smoothly." Sno sat quietly in a restaurant opposite the Fortune Telling Club, enjoying afternoon tea, with a clear view of the club's entrance. He finally relaxed when a young girl wearing a hat with a brim appeared.

He took a gold coin from his pocket and flicked it high into the air. As the coin landed back in his hand, he stood up and left the restaurant.

Back at the hotel, Sno completed his routine physical training. After a quick shower, he returned to his room and began writing a letter.

"Respected Mr. A:"

"You won't believe what I've discovered! Although Heinsohn Vincent is an idiot, he did something incredibly right! That Con Sman, he succeeded!"

"I don't know how he did it, but today, I accidentally saw a lady. Please forgive me for not being able to find a more suitable way to refer to her, because she is carrying the Lord's progeny!"

"You don't need to confirm it again; I can guarantee that everything I'm saying is true! You know, as a Secret Speaker, my senses in this regard are absolutely reliable! The one she's carrying is definitely the Lord's Divine Child, imbued with the Lord's Divinity!"

"Praise be to my Lord, I can't wait to witness the birth of the Lord's Child!"

"However, amidst such good news, there is an unforgivable discordant note!"

"The lady carrying the Divine Child actually came into contact with the Night Watch Heretics! Although the Saint Son's power prevented him from looking directly, you must understand that this is still a hidden danger."

"I am merely a Secret Speaker and cannot protect the safety of the Divine Child. Therefore, I implore the Emissary to come personally and ensure the Divine Child's safe birth."

"Your loyal servant, Sno von Pandax."

Watching Mr. A's messenger carry the letter away, Sno let out a long sigh. With the speed of Mr. A's messenger, he would arrive in Tingen by the day after tomorrow at the latest.

An Evil God Progeny in Tingen would be a catastrophe, but if it were in Backlund, it would merely be an ordinary event.

Stretching his body, Sno drank a glass of hot milk to relax his body and mind, then began to wrap up his work for the day.

"Fool who does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious master above the Gray Fog, you are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good fortune..."

The Ancient Hermes invocation echoed in the spiritually sealed space, transforming into layers of noise that spread towards the Astral Realm. In this environment, Sno clasped his hands, pressed them to his forehead, and began his nightly prayer in a respectful tone...

Mr. Devil is praying again! With such a devout believer, I don't know whether to be happy or sad! At Number 2 Daffodil Street, Klein, who had just finished his bath and was preparing to go to bed, heard the repeated murmurs and immediately knew that Mr. Devil was praying again.

However, even so, he didn't just ignore it. He returned to his bedroom and, using the "Four-Part Method" in reverse, ascended Above the Gray Fog.

He had heard the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf." If he really ignored this, what would happen if someone else asked for help at this moment and he ignored them again?

Arriving at the head of the Bronze Long Table, Klein looked at the constantly contracting and expanding Crimson Star, sighing inwardly, "As expected of Mr. Devil." He extended his spirituality and touched it.

Klein, who had intended to finish listening to the "recording" and go back to sleep, was suddenly stunned as he listened. The face hidden behind the Gray Fog also began to turn serious