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Just as he reached the mouth of the alley, he suddenly saw a brown carriage slowly approaching through the night.
Rather than driving straight past like the other carriages, it stopped-right in front of Klein! Klein narrowed his eyes and prepared for battle, but neither his Seer's spiritual intuition nor his Clown's combat premonition gave him any warning of danger.
The carriage window opened, revealing a pale face tinged with madness. The brown eyes seemed to harbor deep malice.
Maric... Klein recognized him. It was Maric, the man who controlled Zombies, Miss Sharron's companion!
Wearing only a white shirt and black waistcoat, seemingly unafraid of the cold, Maric pointed into the carriage, signaling for Klein to get in. Klein hesitated, wanting to take out his pendulum and perform a divination on the spot.
Just then, a figure appeared behind Maric, dressed in an elaborate black court gown and a small, soft hat of the same color. It was none other than Miss Sharron, with her pale blonde hair and azure eyes.
If she wanted to harm me, she could do it easily. She could come straight out of the wall behind me... After some thought, Klein took two steps forward with an air of nonchalance, opened the carriage door, and climbed inside.
Once he was seated, the carriage slowly began moving toward an unknown destination.
"Why did you come?" Sharron asked succinctly.
Klein answered frankly, "I wanted to contact you and ask whether you had any books on Mysticism, preferably something more advanced. As you know, I'm very lacking in that sort of knowledge."
Maric looked over with those ever-malicious eyes and spoke in a slightly hoarse, low voice. "We do possess a fair amount of knowledge about Mysticism, such as Shaman King Kalaman's Book of Secrets, but what