Preparing to Meet

Above the Gray Fog.

Klein was about to return to reality and continue considering whether or not to meet the other party. Just then, he saw something amiss with the deep red stars above the gradually quieting Gray Fog.

The Crimson Star that symbolized Audrey [Justice] was constantly shrinking and expanding, while illusory sounds rippled outwards in concentric circles.

[Justice] Miss, do you have news to report to me?

He wondered to himself, then reached out and gestured, letting his Spirituality spread out and extend towards the Crimson Star.

Buzz!

The moment the connection was established, sound and image appeared simultaneously, but the sound was very clear while the image appeared somewhat blurry.

Klein saw that Audrey [Justice] was wearing a long emerald green dress, her blonde hair was tied up, and she was sitting at a long table, seemingly in a study or library.

She clasped her hands together in front of her, bowed slightly, and reported the situation to Mr. [Fool] with a very devout attitude.

"My esteemed Mr. Fool, I have some new developments to report regarding Lanevus."

"Because I was under house arrest, I hired Hugh and Fors to conduct the investigation. Through an informant, they discovered Lanevus's whereabouts."

"No, it should be said that the informants were discovered, and they ran right into Lanevus."

"Surprisingly, Lanevus is pregnant. Moreover, the fetus in his womb is extremely sinister, just as you said, it is very likely related to the Fallen Creator..."

"It's very regrettable that Miss Hugh suffered Curse from the evil god due to her battle with Lanevus, causing her Flesh to mutate... I wonder if you could offer any assistance..."

As the prayers ended, the blurry image faded away.

Klein leaned back slightly in his chair, his expression a mix of confusion and amusement.

Lanevus is actually pregnant?!

It was all Luther's doing. Thinking about it now, he was incredibly audacious to dare to find a man to be the mother of his offspring, right under the watchful eye of the True Creator...

As he recalled his teammates who were no longer with him, the corners of his mouth gradually turned up, as if he were smiling, but his eyes were full of longing and bitterness.

Klein maintained his smile and remained silent.

Fog rose and fell within the ancient castle.

After a moment, he shook his head and rallied.

In short, Lanevus must be dealt with; if he really gives birth to the Evil God's Offspring, it could very well lead to another Catastrophe.

"Luther, look, I still have to clean up after you..."

He shook his head and smiled wryly.

Besides that, there's the Curse on Miss Hugh. According to Miss [Justice], her Curse is currently suppressed and won't erupt for the time being. Perhaps I could pull her onto the Gray Fog and use Gray Fog to wash away the "Curse"... No, that might not work, because the Curse is on her physical body, not her Ether Body...

Klein pondered, recalling the gathering he'd attended where the host, the old man known as "The Eye of Wisdom," possessed a ring from the "Notary" Pathway. Beyonder Item from the Sun Pathway had a powerful suppressive effect against evil, but the problem was, it was so valuable; he certainly wouldn't be willing to lend it.

Or how about thinking about it the other way around?

He muttered, "If we just eliminate Lanevus, the source of the Curse will be gone, and the problem should be solved..."

He pondered Above the Gray Fog, sometimes analyzing the letter, sometimes considering how to deal with Lanevus, until his Spirituality energy was almost depleted. Then he used his Spirituality to envelop himself, simulating a falling effect, and pierced through the Gray Fog, returning to the Real World and his own body.

Back in reality, he already had a plan.

First, he decided to go to the Backlund Bridge the next day to meet the owner of the letter. The allure of a fellow time traveler was too great; he desperately wanted to find someone like him.

This was a strong desire from within his soul, belonging to the part of Zhou Mingrui.

He would consider how to deal with Lanevus after he had seen his companions, because according to the timeline, it would still be some time before Lanius "gave birth."

I just don't know where the baby will come out if I really have to give birth...

Klein thought with a wicked grin.

The next day, in the East Borough.

Today, Backlund enjoys a rare sunny day. The Sun hangs high in the sky, shining through the windows into the Apartment and brightening the entire space.

Awakening from his Illusion, Luther ate a meal to replenish his Flesh and drank some useless psychotic medication. Then he prepared to set off for the Backlund Bridge.

He felt that the letter was written without any problems.

If the other party can understand and is willing to meet, they should appear under the bridge at the designated time; if the other party cannot understand, then he is not going to be polite and will go directly to the other party's house to find out in person why the other party knows about the Detective from another world.

Therefore, he carried the "Mirror of the Hypnotist" with him, intending to use it to Hypnosis those who were not fellow transmigrators, thereby extracting information.

The last possibility is that the other party understands, is also a time traveler, but doesn't want to deal with Luther. In that case, he wouldn't go under the bridge; instead, he would leave overnight, change his identity, and continue to infiltrate the city.

Hopefully, this isn't the last scenario.

Luther thought to himself, preparing to get up and walk out the door.

"Ai-"

A sharp, annoying buzzing sound rang in his ears, and a phantom appeared in front of the doorway. Accompanied by a familiar yet irritatingly warm fragrance, Ms. M, dressed in White Robe, looked at him tenderly and blocked his way out.

The sunlight didn't shine on her; she looked like a flower blooming in the shade.

What are you doing?

Luther frowned.

Ms. M remained silent, only shaking her head slightly, her long, blood-red hair swaying incessantly. She seemed reluctant for Luther to leave.

They didn't want him to meet with the fellow townsmen who had traveled through time.

"You're so annoying."

Luther sneered, reached out, and grabbed her neck.

"Instead of this, you'd better honestly tell me the whole story of that human trafficking case. Consider it rent for your remnant soul remaining in my body."

Luther pinched hard, making Ms. M's delicate, fair neck crack and pop, as if her cervical vertebrae were about to break.

Ms. M wore a distressed expression, but she showed no intention of speaking, allowing Luther to snap her neck as easily as breaking a piece of firewood. Then, her beautiful figure vanished, like a colorful bubble in the Sun, disappearing without a trace with a snap.

"Waste."

Luther coldly cursed, then ignored him, wiped his face to change his appearance, and pushed open the door.

The sunlight lasted only a short time before being obscured by clouds. Without the Sun, the October air quickly turned cold. Luther tightened his coat slightly, lowered his head, and stepped onto the street.