It Matches!

Nighttime, East Borough.

Inside a dark, gloomy house.

"I bought all the extraordinary bullets."

Luther said calmly.

The others initially wanted to argue, but after seeing him readily withdraw several or even hundreds of pounds in cash, they fell silent.

Luther handed the money to the waiter and then took a large box from him. Inside, dozens of bullets with Beyonder Characteristic were densely packed together.

The enhancement effect of "Lucky Roulette" works very well with Extraordinary Bullets. Anyway, I don't lack money right now, so I can buy more.

"Besides."

He looked at the masked woman opposite him, "Make more of the other bullets with extraordinary effects; I'll take them all."

"I didn't make these; I just happened to buy them."

The masked woman emphasized that she was unwilling to admit that she had the support of "Artisan" behind her. She glared at Luther with displeasure, because his words had put her in a somewhat dangerous situation.

But after glaring at her for a few seconds, her attitude suddenly softened.

"However, I'll keep an eye out for it for you, and if I find something similar, I'll buy it for you."

The woman's gaze fell on Luther.

Although this person wore a mask and a robe, obscuring his appearance, the mere sight of his well-defined hands peeking out from under the robe was so captivating that she couldn't bring herself to refuse.

The woman was confident that she wasn't usually a flirtatious person, but at this moment, she realized that she actually liked men with nice hands.

"Whatever you want."

Luther pulled his hand back inside his robe and said casually.

Damn it, even with the mask on, that dagger still worked.

He cursed inwardly, clutching the box of bullets, and decided to remain silent for the rest of the gathering.

"Well then, that concludes the gathering."

The Eye of Wisdom spoke thus, and began to direct the attendants, instructing them to lead the participants out in turn. At this moment, he noticed a bearded man wearing a half-mask winking at him from the sofa.

Sherlock needs to speak with me?

With his keen observation and reasoning skills, Isengard Stanton immediately adjusted the order in which people left, allowing him to stay until the very end.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

Isengard asked.

I have a friend whose colleague has gone missing.

Klein quickly explained the situation, "I've been a bit busy lately and haven't had the time. If he contacts you and you happen to be free, I hope you can help me out."

"Hehe. Can I take this as an acknowledgment of my Detective abilities?"

After hearing this, Isengard smiled, holding his pipe.

"Sure."

Klein said.

After explaining the matter, he felt a little relieved and got up to say goodbye.

Stepping out of the room, a gust of cold wind immediately blew over me. It was November, and the weather had already turned very cold. People were freezing to death every day in the East Borough. Cargo carts would cross the streets in the mornings, dumping the frozen corpses onto the carts for centralized burial.

Of course, most of these corpses were found without clothes; their clothes would soon be stolen by their homeless companions. After all, the dead had ended their suffering and could return to the divine Divine Kingdom, while the living had to continue struggling in this cruel world.

It is said that it will snow in Backlund soon. At that time, the snowflakes, polluted by exhaust fumes, will be pitch black and cover the entire city. The scene will be like the Apocalypse.

Klein took a few steps and, unsurprisingly, saw someone standing in the shadows, waiting for him.

"Is something the matter, Luther?"

He stepped forward and asked.

Under the Crimson Moonlight, Luther's figure appeared mysterious and dangerous.

"Have you seen the Roselle Exhibition recently?"

Luther asked.

"I saw it."

Not only did I read it, I also asked Miss [Justice] to investigate the bookmarks inside for me.

"After seeing the Roselle Exhibition, something suddenly came to mind."

Luther said, "You've probably noticed as well, have Roselle must have achieved a great deal in mysticism, and is likely a high- Sequence Extraordinary. His diary must Record a wealth of secrets and knowledge. I've heard these diaries are scattered among the people. Perhaps we should Consciousness collect them; we might gain a lot from them."

You're right, I already started arranging for Tarot Club members to collect them a while ago.

Klein thought to himself.

Speaking of which, if Luther were to be brought into the Gray Fog and he discovered that Mr. Fool could read Chinese, wouldn't that give him away? Probably not, since I've kept Mr. Fool shrouded in mystery. It's only natural that a deity could understand mysterious writing.

"Hey, Klein, why aren't you saying anything?"

He was lost in thought when he suddenly heard Luther's voice.

"Actually, I've already collected some diaries."

Klein hesitated for a moment, but decided to be honest.

"Oh? Did you find anything special?"

"There are indeed some valuable things."

Klein thought for a moment, considering whether he should withhold some information that was inconvenient to disclose.

"Okay, I'll organize the relevant diary entries when I get back and send them to you then," he said. "Sorry, I forgot to share this part with you before."

The matter of Roselle's Diary was related to maintaining the image of Fool; he Consciousness kept it a secret.

"It's nothing, it's mainly my own fault for not thinking things through."

Luther shook his head and said indifferently.

Even among fellow time travelers, there are still reservations between them; complete trust is not advisable.

Klein was unaware of Luther's inner thoughts, and seeing his calm demeanor, a sense of guilt welled up within him.

"Alright then, let me tell you a few important points first," he said quickly. "Roselle's diary records that different Pathway can be interchanged, as long as the Potion is consumed within a specific Sequence."

"I know this one too. I've read similar entries in Roselle's Diary," Luther said, recalling his time as Nighthawks in Tingen. "I got it from that extraordinary woman from the Church of Steam back in Enmat Harbor."

Klein paused for a moment, then said, "See, you didn't share the information with me either."

"Uh, I forgot too."

The two looked at each other and gave each other an awkward laugh.

"Oh, right."

Luther then remembered something else, "Did Roselle's diary mention his children?"

He remembered the Queen at the exhibition.

"It has been mentioned."

Klein recalled briefly, "He had two sons and a daughter, especially his eldest daughter, who seemed to have been Prophecy to become a great figure in the mystical world."

That's right, it matches!

Luther thought to himself.