Sharron stared calmly at the two names for a few seconds. After confirming that she had never heard of them, she tugged at Klein, who seemed to be spacing out, and held the newspaper before his eyes.
Klein had already snapped back to his senses. He glanced at the mission printed in the newspaper and relied on his Clown abilities to keep himself from showing any surprise.
Stop Ince's conspiracy... Save the Captain... Could this "dream" have originated from me?
As that thought flashed through his mind, Klein turned his gaze to the date at the top of the newspaper. It clearly read:
"August 29, 1349."
Klein remembered that date vividly, because it was the very day Old Neil had lost control and died!
I wonder what time it is now. Is there still time to save Old Neil... Just as Klein thought this, the doors of Blackthorn Security Company were pushed open from within, and an elderly man with graying hair, dressed in a classical black robe, walked out.
That figure was so familiar that Klein had no choice but to turn his head away after a single glance, afraid that even Clown would be unable to conceal his loss of composure.
Because that old man was Old Neil, Klein's guide in mysticism and the "art of reimbursement."
"Did you discover something?" Miss Sharron noticed Klein's emotional change and asked succinctly.
"Nothing... But I know who Ince Zangwill and Dunn Smith are." Klein calmed himself. At first, he had been puzzled as to why Old Neil, who should have taken leave and stayed home today, had come to the company. However, he quickly realized that although this dream might have "replicated" the Tingen City scene, Linster the Wraith must have entered long ago, and some of his arrangements had