Klein's Divination Attempt

Klein stared at the letter in his hand, his eyes filled with shock. His gaze was fixed on the envelope, unable to look away.

James Sherlock Holmes!

And that familiar address!

He only chose the name Sherlock Moriarty because he had become Detective and wanted to use it as a reference. However, he never expected that someone would actually know the origin of the name and even send him a letter!

Who wrote the letter?

Are they fellow time travelers like me?

Or is it that Roselle secretly wrote this Detective novel, and the person writing to me is someone who has read it?

Klein was overjoyed and flustered, unable to contain himself. He couldn't help but reach out and grab the edge of the envelope, about to tear it open... but just as he was about to open it, he suddenly stopped.

He put down the envelope and paced anxiously, even restlessly, on the ground a few times.

"No, I need to calm down..."

"I can't be sure what's inside. What if there's some danger?"

"It's precisely at times like these that we need to stay rational..."

Klein circled around a few times, trying deep breathing and meditation to gradually calm his agitated emotions.

I've got a solution.

Sure enough, after calming down, he quickly came up with a safe way to open the envelope: to offer it as a sacrifice to the Above the Gray Fog.

There is enough mystery there to shield the letter from danger, and it also provides an opportunity to seize control of the letter's source.

With that in mind, Klein swiftly began the Sacrificial Ritual, opening the illusory gate, offering the letter Above the Gray Fog, and then taking four steps backward, escaping the Real World.

In a land shrouded in eternal Gray Fog, the letter lay quietly on Bronze Long Table.

Klein sat in the bronze bench, his figure appearing tall and profound. He carefully picked up the letter and tore it open.

Inside the envelope was a short letter written in Loenese. It said that the writer, who called himself "James Sherlock Holmes," had seen his profile in the newspaper and was writing to ask him some questions.

The person stated that he had obtained a string of notes from Roselle, along with some unfamiliar letters, and hoped that Detective Sherlock could provide some insights and try to analyze the original meaning of the letters from a cipher perspective.

Um?

What's written in the letter doesn't match the obvious hints on the envelope at all.

Klein was puzzled, but he still turned the letter over to look at the so-called Rosellean and corresponding cipher letters provided by the sender. He understood that Rosellean was obviously Chinese, but he didn't know what the so-called cipher letters were.

As a result, he found a string of Chinese characters and their corresponding English on the back of the letter.

After reading it, Klein was once again filled with shock and joy.

It turns out that although the two languages are different in form, they express the same meaning: Hello, the content on the front of this letter is a decoy, a disguise. If you can understand these words, if you come from a different world, like Roselle and me, the writer of this letter, then without a doubt, we are companions.

As we're from the same hometown, I hope we can meet and exchange information. If you're interested, we can meet tomorrow evening at the first archway under the Backlund Bridge.

It turns out they really are from the same hometown as the time traveler...

Klein's excitement was palpable; the feeling of meeting a companion in a foreign land was indescribable. He read the short text repeatedly, trying to glean more information from it.

The letter writer was very cautious; first, they probed with the name and address on the envelope, and even wrote a fake letter as a cover.

The person writes Chinese characters very fluently, so they must be from China, or at least have a precise grasp of both language expression and writing... The reason they are bilingual is probably because they were worried I wouldn't understand Chinese characters. Also, knowing only these two languages gives the impression that they have received compulsory education.

Klein analyzed the letter with great interest.

Only after he found nothing more did he put down the letter, conjure paper and pen on the Bronze Long Table, and write a line of text:

Information about the people who wrote this letter.

That's right, he wants to use this to get more information from the other party!

Sorry, fellow villager whose name I don't even know, if you're so cautious, I have to be careful too...

While apologizing, Klein read the Divination text on the paper seven times, then leaned back in his chair and entered a dreamlike Dream.

At first, he saw nothing in his Dream.

Gradually, sounds began to rise, and the Dream gained color. He saw vast expanses of blood-red Fog and heard the illusory sound of the tide from the other side of the Fog. The sound of the tide grew louder and louder until it filled his mind and his thoughts.

Why can't I see any other images? And this sound is so strange...

Klein thought to himself.

Just then, he suddenly had a strange feeling.

Something within me was subtly rejecting this Dream, or more precisely, rejecting the sound of the Tide...

"Bang!"

The feeling of rejection suddenly intensified, and before he could end it on his own, a terrifying repulsive force quickly filled his mind, until it seemed to burst his brain!

"Ming Yiyi"

Inside the ancient Palace, grayish-white Fog swirled violently, as if an invisible gale was raging within, stirring up unrest.

With his head mangled, Klein struggled to support himself on the table, letting out a muffled groan of pain. After some time, his body slowly recovered. He noticed the changes in the Gray Fog and was stunned.

What happened?!

The Gray Fog, which had always been calm and peaceful, had never reacted so strongly, not even when he witnessed the blood of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" and Listening the mad words of the "True Creator"!

What secrets do this fellow countryman who wrote the letter hold, and what is the mystery behind this strange sound of the Tide?

He watched uneasily as the churning Gray Fog rose, recalling how, in his Dream, besides a sense of repulsion, the Gray Fog seemed strangely drawn to the sound of the Tide...

"This is utterly absurd and completely contradictory."

Klein said in a low voice, tapping the table lightly.

He had already prepared to meet the other party at the agreed location. However, the other party's peculiar outcome made him waver and unable to make up his mind.

Sure enough, they're all time travelers; everyone has some secrets.

Klein looked around at the Gray Fog, thinking about his own special abilities, and couldn't help but smile bitterly as he thought about the maddening illusion.

Terrifying language permeated the entire world, and on a massive Cross atop a dark mountain peak hung an equally imposing Giant.

Luther sat cross-legged, staring at the Giant.

"... You should repent of your sins, until blasphemous blood rises from the Abyss and fills all living beings..."

The voice tormented his spirit; veins bulged on his head, and his eyes were bloodshot. He murmured involuntarily, reciting blasphemous, Frenzy, and nameless ancient poems with the Giant.

Um?

Suddenly, he frowned slightly, feeling the Tide in his head surge for no apparent reason for a few seconds.