Lin Chuan was reflecting.
He was reflecting deeply on whether his presence had left Klein under far too little pressure, to the point that the guy was bored out of his mind and even had the leisure to dream of the stars and the sea...
Was this fucking right?
"Don't say anything, and don't think about anything. Understood?" Still holding his previous pose, Lin Chuan stressed the warning once more.
"Mm." Klein nodded firmly, his expression gradually settling into calm.
Lin Chuan let out a soft breath, released the hands he had been holding Klein down with, and returned to his seat.
Normally, the more someone stressed "don't think about it," the more the imagination ran wild-for example, absolutely do not picture an adorable little caterpillar cat:
But for a Seer, using meditation to control one's thoughts and clear away distractions was the most basic of fundamentals.
After reining in his thoughts and no longer touching on those taboos concerning the Starry Sky, Klein keenly noticed the relief on Lin Chuan's face.
A vague suspicion immediately arose in his mind. Choosing his words carefully, he asked:
"I'm not allowed to know?"
Lin Chuan first nodded, then shook his head and pointed at the Bronze Long Table before him.
"Here, you can know. Outside the gray fog, you can't."
Klein kept feeling that this situation was strangely familiar... Then realization struck, and before Lin Chuan could explain, he asked with practiced ease:
"Angel?"
"Only once you reach... huh?" Lin Chuan's words caught in his throat.
He gave Klein an odd look at that expression of "Oh, so that's it. Nothing strange about that. I know this one." His mouth twitched, and he freely admitted:
"Yes. In fact, this is also closely connected to the piece of information the Hanged Man mentioned."