Klein blinked. His face, which had been filled with shock, miraculously settled into calm.
As the saying went, once someone had been subjected to enough shocks, their threshold would rise to an utterly absurd level.
Just as horror movies couldn't keep throwing jump scares in your face, but had to insert stretches of safety between them, or the audience would simply grow numb instead of frightened.
That was exactly the state Klein was in.
He slumped against the carriage seat as though all his strength had drained away, his hands peacefully folded over his stomach, his eyes filled with the detachment and numbness of someone who had seen it all.
No hope left. Just wait to die. Goodbye.
But on second thought, although Lin Chuan had a terrible sense of humor, could infuriate people just by opening his mouth, and especially enjoyed screwing him over all year round, he had never botched anything serious.
Since Lin Chuan had done this and even made a point of telling him, he must have his own trump cards and considerations behind becoming this "Blessed."
Klein let out a long breath and asked bluntly:
"Since you've done this, you must have your reasons. So what's next? Your esteemed Excellency the 'Blessed,' surely you didn't take the job just for those gold pounds?"
"And what's going on with the Aurora Order? Can you tell me?"
Lin Chuan shook his head with an amused laugh and replied lightly:
"Of course it wasn't for money. Didn't I tell you before? I was going to find a friend with an unwavering devotion to 'salvation' and 'great love.'"
"Salvation"? "Great love"?
Klein couldn't help associating those words with certain terrible things. He wanted to ask Lin Chuan how that friend of his defined "love" and "humanity."
Those two terms