Will Anything Happen If a Cat Drinks a Potion?

13 Minsk Street, Cherwood Borough.

This is the house Klein rents. In the rather large living room, a group of tense Detective are gathered together, anxiously sharing their experiences.

They all received hostile criminal warnings that a horrific Criminal was about to kill them. This was not just a simple intimidation; in fact, several Detective had already fallen into danger, including Isengard Stanton, a highly renowned Detective in Backlund.

"Mr. Moriarty, do you think Mr. Isengard can still be saved?"

"I asked with a worried Detective."

The other Detective also looked tense, staring at the young Detective with a beard and gold-rimmed glasses.

The shocking Serial Murder Case that gripped all of Backlund was solved thanks to Isengard and the Detective Sherlock Moriarty. Now that one of the parties involved has disappeared, they instinctively rely on him.

"There's no need for anyone to worry."

Klein glanced around and said calmly, "The police already know the details of the incident, and I believe there will be results soon."

Actually, he had just come out of the police station not long ago.

Yesterday, Klein received an invitation from Isengard to visit him and assist him in solving the case. However, he unexpectedly encountered an indescribable and terrible thing at Isengard's house. Isengard seemed to have escaped, his assistant was murdered, and Klein was questioned by the police for a long time before being released as a suspect.

Is it the owner of that Devil Dog taking revenge on us?

Based on what had happened at the time, Klein couldn't help but make a guess.

The problem is that, apart from him and Isengard, the person who actually killed the Devil Dog was Luther. As for the Detective, they weren't of much help; they only helped Isengard gather some information in the early stages, but were then threatened with death by the Devil Dog's owner.

Did that guy take revenge on the wrong person?

Or is he a bully who preys on the weak?

Wrong.

These Detective are mostly ordinary people. If the owner of that Devil Dog truly wanted revenge, how could he have just sent a threatening letter?

Or was he deliberately making a big fuss to attract attention?

Thinking this, Klein looked up at the uneasy Detective, exchanged a glance with Kaslana, the Detective who was an extraordinary being, and then spoke:

"The police did not find Detective Stanton's body, and besides, based on my reasoning, he should still be alive."

How about some Divination -style reasoning?

Klein muttered to himself.

"Knock knock."

As if to confirm his words, there was a knock on his front door from the outside.

"Look, it might just be Mr. Isengard."

Klein chuckled, but his mind went on high alert, and his right hand reached for the Revolver.

I have a doorbell, why do I need to knock?

He walked calmly to the door, but was wary inside, and grasped the doorknob.

Brush!

The Seer's Spirituality allowed him to predict the face of the person behind the door.

"Um?"

Klein suddenly froze.

His Spirituality predictions failed him; all he could see was a red shadow, which seemed to be holding something.

What's this.

Is he the owner of that Devil Dog?

Klein was filled with doubt and unease.

"Knock knock."

The person behind the door knocked again.

"It's me."

The other person spoke, and the voice sounded somewhat familiar, which quickly led Klein to connect it with someone.

Luther?

Klein cautiously Door Opening. Sure enough, standing opposite him was his colleague and fellow countryman, Luther Rondal. He wore a blood-red robe, his expression crazed and Indifference. Strangely, he was holding a small black cat in his arms, creating a bizarre contrast with his terrifying appearance.

"You have a lot of people in your family. Are you having some kind of party?"

Luther had sensed the presence of extraordinary individuals within the house before entering, but he hadn't expected there to be so many people inside.

"Reunion?"

Hearing him say that, Klein couldn't help but give a wry smile. "I've gotten myself into big trouble, and you still think I'm just having fun?"

Even so, upon seeing the other person's face, he still Consciousness breathed a sigh of relief. After all, having a Sequence 5 by his side provided a great deal of security.

"What's wrong?"

Luther frowned and asked.

"Come in and we'll talk. No, wait, let me confirm first, just in case you're an imposter."

Klein initially intended to let him in directly, but after thinking about it, he decided to exchange a code, so he lowered his voice and asked, "What is Rozanne's favorite thing to do, but which she can never stick to?"

"What kind of question is this?" Luther thought for a moment and replied:

"Lose weight."

"That's right."

Klein stepped aside to let him into his home.

The Detective all turned their gazes toward him, unable to resist scrutinizing him from head to toe. Firstly, his attire was indeed unusual, and secondly, he was actually holding a small black cat. The cat calmly faced everyone's gaze, as if it were the owner of the place.

"Mr. Moriarty, and who is this?"

One of the Detective couldn't help but ask.

"This is a friend I met in the East Borough, Kafka Anderson. His profession is, well, a doctor."

Klein hesitated for a moment before replying, "He came to see me about something. Please allow us to leave for a moment."

He suddenly realized the discrepancy between Luther's current situation and what he knew about him.

As the Fool, he already knew about Cecilia's death and Luther's vow of revenge. But as Klein, his knowledge was limited to what he had seen and heard during his last visit to his home.

I need to be careful not to let anything slip, or I'll be in trouble if [The Fool]'s disguise is exposed.

Klein led Luther to the living room on the first floor, then looked curiously at the black cat in his arms and asked, "Did you come to see me for something?"

Then he noticed that his colleague looked slightly embarrassed.

"What are the side effects of the Seer's Potion?"

He asked.

"Side effect?"

Klein was baffled by the question. "No, why are you asking this?"

"Then tell me, would it have any effect on animals that eat the Seer's Beyonder Characteristic?"

Luther asked again.

The kitten in his arms was still licking its lips.

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Now Klein finally understood what Luther was talking about.

Mr. Temperance, you've made the same Error as Ms. Justice.

Although the situation wasn't ideal, he couldn't help but want to laugh. He tried to suppress it before saying, "As far as I know, animals can also fuse with Potion and use Beyonder Ability. You don't need to worry too much; judging from your cat's appearance, there shouldn't be any danger of it going out of control."

Does this guy know how to "Divination"?

Luther looked at the little black cat in his arms with some suspicion. The cat looked up and met his gaze with an expression of complete indifference.

"Luther, is this the cat you adopted?"

Klein looked at the cat and asked curiously.

"Yeah, I found it on the street."

What's your name?

"Name? Haven't decided yet. How about Mimi?"

Luther tried to come up with a name, but after saying it, he felt Klein give him a speechless look, so he quickly said, "Okay, let's not talk about the cat. What's wrong with you?"