While Leonard was outside feeding the mosquitoes, Klein was doing his utmost in the rented apartment to act like an ordinary person who had encountered danger.
Speaking of which, Klein had truly been unlucky. Formerly known as Zhou Mingrui, he had closed and opened his eyes in the early hours of this morning, only to discover that he had "transmigrated"—and into a young man with a hole blown in his head.
After finally waiting for the "hole" to heal, Klein digested the original owner's memory fragments and watched his sister leave for school. Longing to return home, he used the black bread he had just bought to arrange a luck-transfer ritual that seemed to have caused his transmigration. Yet instead of successfully returning home, he entered a mysterious place Above the Gray Fog.
Above the Gray Fog, Klein had accidentally summoned two other people. After some conversation, he successfully established himself as an expert through bluffing, created the persona known as The Fool, and founded the Tarot Club with the other two above the gray fog.
After finally ending the meeting and sending the two away, Klein took a nap because his spirituality had been exhausted. The moment he woke up, however, the police came knocking.
Only then did Klein learn that the original owner had been involved in a black divination incident. The other two people involved had already committed suicide; only he was still "alive," which was why he had drawn special attention.
Yet the memories Klein inherited from the original owner contained nothing about that divination. He also knew perfectly well that the original owner had not failed to commit suicide—it was Klein's transmigration that made "Klein Moretti" appear to still be alive.
But Klein obviously could not tell anyone about transmigration or coming back from the dead. Thus, he could only use his words as carefully as possible to prove his innocence, then act like an ordinary person should after Dunn and the others had left.
Otherwise, if he acted too calm or revealed any knowledge of Beyonder powers, Klein feared he would be arrested as a criminal—in the Tarot Club meeting that had just ended, he had happened to hear the other two mention some knowledge related to Beyonder powers and learned that official Beyonder organizations existed.
In fact, Klein greatly suspected that some of the people who had just questioned him might have been official Beyonders.
I hope I don't become a prison-bound young man right after transmigrating. This is way too punishable and interrogable. Klein grumbled inwardly. He tried hard to recall the original owner's memories concerning this matter, but still found nothing.
He simply could not remember what the original owner's suicide had been about, or what role he had played in this black divination incident.
Backlund, East Borough, Dalavi Street, inside a bustling little bar.
Luo Lin frowned at the smell of cheap alcohol in the air. His gaze swept over the other people in the bar before finally settling on his target at the counter.
Luo Lin nimbly made his way through the crowd and arrived at the bar. Looking at the young man drinking before him, he saw that the man was in his twenties, with a thin, long face, messy eyebrows, and relatively gentle features. He was more or less as described in the original work.
Williams was barely half an information broker and had some connections with several gangs in the East Borough.
However, Luo Lin had not come looking for him because of the gangs, but because this information broker was fairly familiar with Hugh.
"Williams, I need to speak with you," Luo Lin said. His voice was not loud and was unremarkable amid the bar's clamor, but it landed in Williams's ears like thunder.
"Who are you?" Williams asked with a puzzled expression after seeing who had come to find him.
"You can call me Jack Jones." Luo Lin gave a false name without changing expression, then got straight to the point. "You should know the bounty hunter Miss Hugh, right? I have something I want to commission her for. It's rather important, so I hope to meet her and discuss it in person."
Luo Lin was not worried that this sudden request would arouse suspicion. Hugh was indeed a somewhat famous bounty hunter in the East Borough. Even "Luo Lin Soroast," when he had lived in the East Borough, had heard of her reputation. It was perfectly normal to seek Hugh out to post a commission.
"You're looking for Hugh?" Williams glanced at Luo Lin without much surprise. He merely took a sip of his drink, seemed to think for a few seconds, and said, "I'll tell Hugh about it. Come back tomorrow at this time. If she's willing to see you, you'll find her here. But I can't guarantee it."
"And whether you get to see her or not, you'll have to pay me a brokerage fee." Williams made a gesture asking for money.
Luo Lin was not surprised by this. He pulled out a one-pound note from his pocket and handed it to Williams. "If I get to see Hugh, I can give you another pound."
"Generous kid." Williams accepted the money and openly checked whether it was genuine right in front of Luo Lin, then happily put it away.
One or two pounds was naturally not a large sum for Williams, but simply passing a message to Hugh and earning that money was practically the same as picking it up for free. Of course he was pleased.
Luo Lin smiled at that but said nothing before turning to leave.
He still needed to make a trip to Backlund University to prepare for his false identity.
Williams watched Luo Lin's retreating figure, his eyes thoughtful.
"Could it be for those mysterious matters?"
As an information broker, Williams was not completely ignorant of matters in the Beyonder world. He had more or less encountered some low-level Beyonders, so he roughly knew that Hugh might be one of the legendary Beyonders. Over the years, there had also been several people who wanted to enter Beyonder circles through Hugh.
However, Williams did not know whether those people had become Beyonders like Hugh. He did not yearn for it much either, only wanting to continue living as he did now.
The next day, Dalavi Street Bar.
When Luo Lin arrived at the bar as promised, he unsurprisingly spotted a certain lady at the counter.
"Hello, Miss Hugh." Luo Lin approached and greeted her proactively while sizing her up.
The girl before him was under one and a half meters tall, with messy blonde hair, delicate features, and clothes suited for movement. Yet simply standing there, she exuded an indescribable authority.
Hugh Dillchar, a Sequence 9 Arbiter, the future Judgment of the Tarot Club, and Fors's close female friend.
The reason Luo Lin had specifically come to get acquainted with Hugh was simple. On one hand, he intended to use Hugh and Fors to integrate into Backlund's Beyonder circles and join various Beyonder gatherings. On the other hand, it was to lay the groundwork for joining the Tarot Club later.
Since he had arrived in the world of Lord of Mysteries, Luo Lin naturally would not miss the legendary Tarot Club. From the perspective of benefits, the Tarot Club was an excellent channel, with all sorts of high-end goods and information. It was convenient for both buying and selling, and every member possessed extraordinary potential. They were future big shots worth befriending.
From the perspective of entertainment, Luo Lin had already prepared fake diaries. If he did not watch The Fool read the diaries in person or find an opportunity to mess with The Fool, how could he possibly do justice to himself?
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