Crimson Moon

After recognizing each other, Luther and Klein left the bridge arch and went to a nearby cafe.

The café in the Backlund Bridge Borough was simply decorated, and the tea and coffee it served were of poor quality and almost inedible. However, neither of them was interested in the food, so they ordered some things and sat down in the relatively warm seats to continue their conversation.

"Huh? Cecilia dug you out?"

Upon hearing this, Klein nearly spat out his coffee.

A delicate young girl, even after her brother had been buried, insisted on digging up his coffin and opening it to confirm the body... It's hard to say whether to call her obsessive or simply a bit fanatical...

"I think it's quite ordinary. If it were me, I would definitely check it with my own eyes."

Luther said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Because of the blessing, his body gained an extremely high self-healing ability. If he was just unconscious, there's a possibility that others might misinterpret it as something buried inside... perhaps.

... Both siblings Rondal and his sister, are somewhat frightening on a psychological level.

Klein took a sip of coffee that tasted as awful as hot pot broth, and couldn't help but think to himself.

He wisely kept quiet.

"And you, how did you get out?"

"Me? I crawled out of there myself."

Klein replied, "To be honest, it's a bit tiring."

"Tiring?"

"Yes, you know Benson is usually very frugal with money. But I never expected him to suddenly become so generous when it came to preparing my coffin, buying one made of extremely high-quality wood. The coffin lid was heavy and large, and it was covered with mud... If I hadn't drunk the 'Clown' Potion and gained strength, I might have been resurrected, but I wouldn't have been able to open the coffin lid and suffocated inside..."

Klein said, still shaken.

"Ha ha...""

Upon hearing this, Luther couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Fortunately, there were no other customers at the nearby tables, otherwise they would have thought the two of them were crazy, discussing their supposed resurrection from the graveyard.

"Is being Detective interesting? Have you encountered any major cases?"

"It's alright, mostly requests to find lost cats or catch cheaters in the act."

Klein recalled his time as Detective and said with a wry smile.

Let's not talk about offending Intis because of a manuscript. I can't explain how I escaped; I can't exactly tell him I hired Mr. A from the Aurora Order to assassinate the ambassador...

He Consciousness thought of Rosago, whom he had killed; his Beyonder Characteristic still lingered Above the Gray Fog.

What are you doing right now?

Klein then asked Luther.

"Me? I work in the East Borough as a clandestine healer, mainly treating wounds and such for gangsters."

Luther Consciousness thought of the manuscript and decided it was best not to tell Klein. The matter involved a foreign ambassador, MI9, and a mysterious, powerful figure.

Let's not talk to him about the missing persons investigation anymore...

He thought to himself.

Although Klein's current profession is Detective, which is very suitable for investigating missing persons cases, the Queen said that anyone investigating that matter would be eliminated by an unknown force. Klein is only Sequence 8 now, so it's best not to let him get too involved.

Both harbored their own ulterior motives, exchanged glances, and then smiled.

"Being Detective is great! If you ever have a case involving the East Borough, you can come to me. I'll try to use my connections in the underworld to help you investigate."

"Um, thank you... If you need a patient, I can help you find one."

By the way, doesn't Miss Hugh need treatment from a "Rose Bishop"? We could have Luther treat her, but how should we inform Miss [Justice]?

"No need for that. My illness has nothing to do with my Acting, so there's no need for special care."

Luther shook his head. He pulled a slip of paper from his pocket, then casually cut his finger with a knife, letting the blood flow quickly across the paper, leaving a line of blood-red writing.

Flesh and Blood Magic is much more convenient than carrying a pen.

"This is my current contact address. You can contact me or write to me if you need anything."

"OK."

Klein watched as Luther calmly harmed himself, his eyebrows twitching. With a complicated expression, he took the bright red note. "My contact address is the one you sent me the letter to. I live there now."

"I see."

Luther replied.

After that, the two chatted for a while, talking about their time at Blackthorn Security Company and their experiences after coming to Backlund, and complaining about the air quality and lack of sunshine here.

"The biggest problem now is still Lanevus; we need to find a way to get rid of him."

As the coffee in their cups cooled, their conversation came to an end, and Klein said, "I will continue searching for him."

"Yes, I'm in the East Borough, closer to him. Either side can communicate with each other if they discover any clues."

Luther stood up and said.

It was already afternoon, nearing evening. Backlund, shrouded in dark clouds, was getting dark quickly; soon the streetlights would come on.

"It's getting late, let's talk again another time."

The moment of lucidity lasted for a long time, and his body was starting to give out. The Illusion and auditory hallucinations were beginning to slightly affect his cognition. Luther didn't want to delay any longer and decided it was best to go back.

The two walked out of the coffee shop together and said goodbye to each other at the door.

"Take care of yourself."

Klein sincerely said, "I hope the Goddess will bless you so that your mental health issues will improve soon."

"You actually believe in Goddess?"

Luther chuckled, "Don't forget, our country's culture is very pragmatic when it comes to deities."

He always took a practical approach when it came to deities. If something was useful to him, he could maintain a verbal faith. After all, he came from the Sequence of the Secrets Suppliant and had a deeper understanding of the nature of the gods.

See you next time.

He said this to Klein, then turned and walked away.

Perhaps I can pull him up into the Above the Gray Fog; the Gray Fog's power might stabilize his mental state.

Watching Luther's retreating figure, Klein couldn't help but think, "And Luther is now Sequence 5 Shepherd, a higher level than every member of my Tarot Club. Bringing him in would greatly enhance the Tarot Club's strength..."

Who would have thought that I, Mr. [Fool], don't even have a single respectable follower?

Klein thought to himself.

However, Luther knew himself very well. If his identity were exposed at the Tarot Club, the embarrassment and social awkwardness might cause him to lose control on the spot.

Klein pondered and struggled with his thoughts as he watched Luther's figure disappear into the distance. Then, he shrank back and hurried back to his residence.

The Moon quickly climbed into the sky, casting a crimson glow through the dark clouds.

Suddenly, the light turned a deep crimson.

Crimson Moon has descended.