"Sorry for the trouble. Please deliver this back to Mr. Azik."
The Skeleton Messenger took the letter, collapsed with a crash, and disappeared.
Klein washed his hands. As he left the washroom, he linked his consciousness to Qonas again, finding it oddly comical: in the past, he had to enter the washroom whenever he went Above the Gray Fog; now his trips to the washroom had "doubled."
After pressing the flush button and washing his hands again, "Klein" returned unhurriedly to the card table. The others had not simply waited around, but had started another round. This time, everyone had poor hands-not even a pair appeared when the cards were revealed. Yet Earl Hall still won-with a king high.
Klein said to them, "Sorry, everyone, but I'll have to excuse myself. Let's continue another time."
"All right. See you next time."
He hurried out of the club, took a roundabout route to meet up with his main body, then headed for Mr. Azik's residence.
A little over ten minutes later,
Just as Klein arrived at Mr. Azik's residence, he spotted that familiar figure from afar. He hurried forward. "Mr. Azik, have you finished your business and returned?"
Azik was smiling as he listened to Priscilla recount her "heroic exploits" during this time, like an old man enjoying the company of his grandchildren.
Hearing Klein's voice, he looked up. "Yes. We haven't seen each other for a while, and you've made more gains."
"I just advanced to Sequence 5 not long ago."
Klein had nothing to hide from this elder who had taken such good care of him.
"Hello~" Priscilla also waved to greet Klein.
Azik said, "As for the Spirit World Plunderer you just asked about, I do know a fair amount. It's a very cunning, rare creature, extremely skilled