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The City of the Dead... the "Unknown Soul"... Ancient Gods... just hearing about it sounds dangerous... Klein gazed at the Radio Telegraph before him, lost in thought.
Clack, clack, clack. Another length of illusory white paper emerged:
"Other than that, I don't know much else.
"Great master, I have a suggestion. Would you like to hear it?"
Now that's a good question... Klein gathered his thoughts and nodded gently.
"Go ahead."
The Radio Telegraph's clacking suddenly grew brisk, and another line of words soon appeared on the illusory white paper:
"Regarding Calderón, you can consult 'Red Light' Aiur Moria."
In the end, there's still no getting around Red Light... Klein gave a slight nod, then asked instead:
"Berens City is under attack, and I'm still two days away. What would you suggest?"
The Radio Telegraph fell silent for a moment, then tapped out a line as though weighing every word:
"Honorable master, with your current identity, you cannot complete the mission."
The standing of two Oracles of the Aurora Order isn't enough to intervene in the battle at Berens? Hmm, that's to be expected. Then what should I do?
"You can seek Ms. D's help. She has a way."
Ms. D has a way? She does have quite a few businesses on the Southern Continent. Perhaps she can help me. Judging by you, safety should be assured. Klein made his decision, thought for a moment, and said:
"All right, that's all for today."
After the typewriter finished typing that sentence, its rapid clacking rang out again:
"Great master, wise master, in another minute or two, a gaze will turn this way! Your loyal servant Arrodes awaits your next summons. Goodbye~"
Another minute or two? Why didn't you say so sooner? Klein's heart jolted as though he had seen a