After taking the Seer potion, Klein spent an hour learning Spirit Vision and meditation from Old Neil, then returned home by trackless public carriage.
Before opening the door, he instinctively glanced at No. 6 Daffodil Street next door. The curtains over the second-floor bedroom's bay window were tightly drawn.
It looked as though Lin Chuan had gone back to bed after fetching the newspaper that morning and still hadn't gotten up.
Wasn't he a Sequence 1 Archangel? Why did he still need sleep? Even a Sequence 9 Sleepless only needed three or four hours a day...
These questions briefly surfaced in Klein's mind before he cast them aside. He no longer had the energy to think about so much.
He was too sleepy.
Several nights of staying up late, combined with the exhaustion from overusing Spirit Vision earlier, left him wanting nothing more than to collapse onto his bedroom bed and catch up on sleep.
After going upstairs and locking his bedroom door, Klein took off his tailcoat and hung it on the coat rack. He pulled the pocket watch from his pocket, placed it beside the bed, and eagerly drifted off to sleep.
Brilliant sunlight streamed through the window. Surrounded by the room's thirty-plus-degree heat, Klein slowly woke.
Before he even opened his eyes, his right hand naturally reached toward the bedside and picked up his pocket watch.
With a click, he flipped open the cover. The time displayed was a quarter past two in the afternoon.
"Good, I didn't oversleep."
Klein sighed in relief after checking the time. Thankfully, he had thought to leave the curtains open so the afternoon sunlight would wake him.
Otherwise, he really wouldn't have known how to explain the delayed meeting to Justice and the Hanged Man. Was he supposed to tell