Sometimes I Really Want to Call the Police!

Lynch almost yelled at Klein; he was sleeping!

This guy just dragged him all the way up to the Sefirah Castle, and made the place look gloomy. He almost thought he had traveled through time again.

Who are you? What do you want?

Lynch asked, feigning wariness.

Klein smiled. He had already arrived at Selena's house and, taking a chance to avoid the others, quickly pulled Lynch up into the bathroom.

He wanted to make sure that bringing Lynch up was an accident, so that it wouldn't be associated with him personally.

"You can call me the Fool, but I just want to see why Mr. Catlin values you so much."

Klein leaned back, acting as if he knew Catlin very well, making Lynch almost doubt whether such a person really existed.

All right!

There are people with the same name, but the one Klein thought he knew was someone he made up.

Of course, Klein must not discover this.

Lynch held back the Stone of Myriad Phenomena, which wanted to devour it whole, reminding it to take things slowly and steadily.

Now that they've reached the Sefirah Castle, they can't let Klein discover anything. They absolutely mustn't be too greedy. If Klein doesn't pull them up, where will they find such an easy and convenient way to obtain energy?

"Fool? It's you! You know Mr. Catlin?"

After calming the Stone of Myriad Phenomena, Lynch began his performance.

Klein looked at him noncommittally. "I haven't been in touch with him for a long time. If you'd like, could you pass on a message to him for me?"

Lynch made a gesture of listening intently.

"Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger!"

Klein spoke again, startling Lynch, who thought Klein had discovered he was a time traveler.

However, Klein didn't notice Lynch's reaction. He added, "After you tell him that, mention Emperor Roselle again."

Lynch realized what was happening.

Klein was trying to determine whether Catlin was a time traveler.

His previous letter was intended to guide Klein's thinking in this direction, and it seems to have worked well.

Lynch nodded, then bowed respectfully and said, "I understand, Mr. Fool. May I go back now?"

Klein looked at the ethereal light emanating from him, which seemed somewhat turbulent. It appeared calm on the surface, but there was a faint sense of something being suppressed.

They were probably scared, but dared not say it, so they could only try to show off their boldness.

Klein really wanted to burst out laughing when he thought Lynch would have this day.

Lynch beat him up this morning, and he's much more obedient now.

However, looking at Lynch's current state, Klein felt a little embarrassed. Lynch should have been comfortably lying in bed sleeping right now.

As a result, his friend dragged him to this kind of place and got him involved in all this messy stuff.

Thinking that Lynch joined the Nighthawks team because of him, Klein sighed sheepishly.

He really wanted to tell Lynch that he could go back and that he wouldn't bother him anymore, but thinking of Mr. Catlin, he held back.

"I'm hosting a small trading session here. You can join as a member. There are already two members here; they use the Tarot Club as their code name. You can also choose one."

Klein didn't give Lynch a chance to refuse. He conjured a bunch of tarot cards and carefully took out Mr. Hanged Man's and Miss Justice.

You choose one!

Seeing that Lynch hadn't moved, Klein reminded him again.

He saw Lynch's dilemma and knew he definitely didn't want to join this kind of gathering, but at this point, he had no choice.

At worst, he'd be willing to wait until he's rich and then give Lynch a gift worth a hundred pounds.

Lynch was indeed conflicted; he was struggling with which card he should choose.

Based on his Pathway, he should have chosen the Star, but he's not actually Sleepless; he's Mimic. And the Mimic doesn't specify which Tarot card he should correspond to!

"Mr. Fool, I don't play with tarot cards much, so I don't know which one to choose."

Lynch was having trouble making a decision; he looked at Klein, wanting the guy to help him choose.

Klein didn't understand Lynch's thoughts; he thought Lynch was just using this as an excuse to avoid joining.

This is normal; if it were him, he wouldn't want to either.

However, it's useless for Lynch to have so many ideas. Using such an excuse to avoid Tarot Club is just as childish as his imitation of Captain America and Leonard.

"You will choose the priestess..."

Klein was interrupted by Lynch.

He didn't want the title of priestess at all.

From now on, everyone will call him Priestess, which makes it sound like he's had a sex change.

"Power! I choose power!"

He sounds like a Warrior, but surprisingly, Lynch, who looks rather thin, actually harbors the ambition to become a strongman.

Klein chuckled, then sat up straight and said, "That's settled then. From now on, the gathering will start every Monday afternoon at three o'clock!"

But I still have to go to work...

Lynch feigned concern, but before he could finish speaking, Klein kicked him off the Sefirah Castle.

Klein knew, of course, that Lynch had to go to work, but the guy managed to squeeze in time to attend the Fool ' Party by spending less time at the Duel Club.

Ever since Lynch became Beyonder, Klein has noticed that the guy particularly loves going to the Duel Club and practically lives there.

Every afternoon, Lynch would go over there to slack off, and none of the captains or the others thought there was anything wrong with it. In fact, Dunn even said that Lynch had been studying too much, so it was normal for him to relax a bit.

So even though Lynch had an afternoon to play with guns, he boasted that he was going to work.

Of course, Klein understood him; the guy simply didn't want to Tarot Club.

Which Nighthawks would be willing to do such a thing?

Although he had only been with the Nighthawks squad for a short time, Klein had already developed a deep affection for this place.

I wonder how much Lynch is crying at home!

Klein sighed, got down from the Sefirah Castle, and staggered out of the washroom.

This time was much better. He only pulled Lynch up, so his Spirituality energy was depleted considerably, but he still felt unwell. He found a sofa to sit on, rubbed his temples, and felt like going back to sleep.

But he soon heard the whispers of the people around him. Curious, he leaned closer to listen, and then he clenched his fist.

These people said he had kidney deficiency.

He said he couldn't go on his way after using the restroom.

Public opinion!

Klein felt his reputation was completely ruined. Fortunately, he then sensed strange Spirituality fluctuations coming from upstairs, so he quickly made an excuse to leave.

However, he overheard someone whispering with Benson, suggesting that Benson take him to the hospital for a checkup, as they suspected there was something wrong with Klein.

Klein:...

Sometimes I really want to call the police!