Hobart's carriage had not gone far when a coffin emerged from the illusory void. A letter shot out from inside it, and then the coffin vanished.
Opening the letter, Hobart discovered that it was actually from Klein. He thought, Today, I finally learned that I've taken the blame for you more than a few times!
He glanced through the letter and found that Klein had invited him to meet at midnight on the banks of the Tasok River in the Backlund suburbs.
Hobart froze. What does he need to discuss with me face-to-face? He exerted a little force with his hand, "altering" the density of the letter paper. By the time it drifted out the carriage window, it had become fine white dust.
After returning to rest for a while, Hobart used "travel" to arrive at the agreed meeting place at 11:58 p.m.
This place was far from the city, with not even a village nearby. Only the Tasok River flowed silently through the darkness.
Klein had just arrived as well, and the two exchanged smiles.
Hobart thought, Is tonight some kind of old friends' gathering? I've met two old friends in one night! Though he already knew the answer, he asked, "I heard the Storm Church has its eye on you?"
Klein currently had black hair, brown eyes, and a scholarly air. He looked as he had when he and Hobart had first met. He asked in return, "You haven't heard what happened to me?"
Hobart smiled. "I only heard that Gehrman Sparrow became a Blessed of the 'Creator,' but I only received that intelligence tonight and haven't had time to verify it."
He had said that deliberately, making it easier for Klein to draw the appropriate conclusion.
And Klein did not disappoint him. *That's about the same as