"Klein, I really think you should get a part-time job at a circus."
Leonard said sincerely, looking utterly innocent, "Look, your family-your brother and sister-aren't in Backlund anyway. Working part-time as a clown would help you act as a Clown and digest your potion, and you'd have more money to send home. Most importantly, nobody would recognize you!"
Walking on tiptoe through the sewers, Klein looked at Leonard, who was clearly up to no good, and said, torn between annoyance and amusement, "Has it occurred to you that I've almost finished digesting my Clown potion over the past two months?"
Surrounded by a bunch of Sequence 6 and Sequence 7 Beyonders, I'm the biggest clown of them all!
Besides, being dragged off to find cats really drove home how destiny mocks me, Klein grumbled inwardly. A Clown has to face destiny's mockery with a smile!
"You've mastered the acting method that well?"
Leonard deliberately put on a shocked expression. Walking forward alongside Klein, he smiled again. "Haha, I was just joking because I was worried the sight ahead would make you sick and you'd throw up here."
"Oh, give me a break," Klein muttered, walking with Leonard up to the corpse in the sewer.
This corpse was Detective Zreal, whom a client named Ian Wright had commissioned them to find that day.
After accepting the job, he and Leonard had performed spirit channeling and divination on the man impersonating Zreal. They had ultimately confirmed that Detective Zreal was dead and come to the sewers to find his body.
After examining Detective Zreal's corpse, the two exchanged a look and reached the same decision in unison. "Have Ian report it to the police."
The next morning, Nimrod opened his eyes after a brief nap in the carriage, slowly stepped down, and