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Early Sunday morning, after getting up, Klein discovered that several places had been circled on the map of Backlund on the coffee table in the living room. They were all fairly close together. Presumably, these were the clues Sharron had left, the prospective sites for the coming battle. Following her indications, he spent the entire morning thoroughly familiarizing himself with the surroundings, finding out exactly what buildings were there and where the nearest church was.
In the afternoon, with time on his hands again, he went to the Quelaag Club once more. He had just entered the lobby when he saw the surgeon Aaron Ceres, who had been having bad luck lately, slowly emerging from the buffet restaurant with a cane.
"Aaron, how have you been? Has your luck improved?"
"At least I'm not so unlucky anymore!" A heartfelt smile appeared on Aaron's naturally cold-looking face. "I followed your suggestion and went to church to tell the bishop about it. I actually fell asleep while praying, but I seemed to feel the Goddess bestowing peace and tranquility upon me. Since then, my luck has returned to normal! Praise the Goddess!"
He traced a Crimson Moon over his chest.
Based on my experience, a Sequence 7 Nightmare probably put you to sleep, and then Nighthawks skilled in rituals quickly set up an altar and prayed to the Goddess to neutralize your bad luck... Klein curled his lips upward. "That's wonderful!"
At that moment, Aaron glanced at him and said, "Sherlock, I've always felt that your faith in the God of Steam and Machinery wasn't particularly devout. Why not convert? Look, you have my example right here. Put your faith in the Goddess!"
Aren't you putting me in a difficult position? Hearing Aaron's request, Klein almost reflexively traced a Crimson Moon