Above the Gray Fog, in a magnificent palace.
Through the light of the " Winner " Enuni's prayer, Klein saw the scene inside the personal servant's room.
As his field of vision rose and gradually extended, the entire Böklund Street came into view little by little. There were small buildings surrounded by flowers and green grass, rows of Intis plane trees that blocked the sunlight, horse-drawn carriages that drove by slowly, decorated in an elegant or ornate style, and young people riding bicycles happily.
Ultimately, Klein pinpointed house number 39, the residence of Councilor Macht, and lowered his gaze, scrutinizing each person and animal there, looking for a man with black hair, black eyes, and a monocle.
Phew... For now, there's no sign of Fate being misaligned or Grafting... Nearly ten minutes later, Klein breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Just then, a carriage drove into the Macht house and stopped in front of the foyer.
A young girl with long, wavy, dark green hair and bright, deep brown eyes stepped down from the carriage; it was Hibbert, returning home from a trip.
She wore a dark green dress that didn't expose her shoulders, her lips were slightly pursed, and her expression was relaxed with a hint of joy.
Seeing Hibbert like this, Klein's heart skipped a beat.
This is absolutely abnormal behavior!
In Klein's view, after the rat Demigod encountered Amon's clone, there were only two possible outcomes: either he still had a trump card and managed to escape at the cost of serious injury, or he was attributed to Beyonder Characteristic and became nourishment for Amon to strengthen his clone. In either case, Hibbert would inevitably be unable to find her teacher, and would inevitably be sad, in pain, depressed, and distressed. How could she possibly be relaxed and happy at the same time?
Judging from her willingness to risk her life to inform her teacher at the suburban manor, she wasn't such a cold-hearted and selfish person... Her current state indicated that she was certain her teacher, the rat Demigod, was alright, and had even received a reward from him, perhaps including various common sense about the supernatural world... This contradicted my prediction of the rat Demigod's fate. No, it didn't contradict him. After eliminating all the impossibilities, what remained was the truth... Klein leaned back in his chair, having already reached a conclusion:
Amon not only absorbed the Beyonder Characteristic of the rat Demigod, but also stole "his" Fate and took "his" identity!
So, in Hibbert's eyes, her teacher was fine, he just needed to hide for a while... After confirming this, Klein silently breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little.
For him, the most terrifying thing about Amon was that no one knew how or in what form He would appear. It wasn't impossible that one day Senator Macht would put on his monocle and the mosquitoes in the garden would turn their bodies at the same time. So, after roughly grasping in what form Amon would appear, Klein couldn't help but feel a little more at ease.
As for whether Amon would reveal any issues with the details in front of Hibbert, Klein believed it was impossible. After all, Amon was an Angel King whose foundation was Deceit. Even if the common sense he casually revealed was different from what the rat Demigod had taught him, he could easily fool him with the excuse that "it was originally a test, but now it officially begins."
Of course, according to Pallez Zoroast, Amon would never appear merely as a rat Demigod, so we cannot be careless... Klein observed for a while longer, then withdrew his gaze and left the Gray Fog.
In the semi-open room with a large balcony, he sat in an armchair, took a sip of black tea with lemon slices, half-closed his eyes, and pondered how to deepen his connection with Qonas Kilgor.
After an unknown amount of time, Klein suddenly opened his eyes and activated his Spirit Vision.
Having reached the Demigod level, he could now activate and deactivate his Spirit Vision purely through willpower.
Almost simultaneously, Reinette Tinekerr, one of which had a letter between its teeth.
"Whose letter?" Klein, extending his right hand as if speaking to himself or asking a question.
" Sharron..." Reinette Tinekerr's other head answered.
Miss Sharron? She should be making her final preparations for her promotion, why would she suddenly write to me? Klein took the letter from the messenger with a hint of doubt.
After unfolding the letter, he found that it contained very little, just a single line of words:
Emlyn White is looking for members of the Rose School of Thought.
Emlyn is looking for people from the Rose School of Thought? Klein raised an eyebrow in surprise.
In his view, Emlyn was a Sanguine hated trouble and wouldn't even want to leave the house unless absolutely necessary. How could he possibly be actively seeking out members of the Rose School of Thought?
This was definitely not Emlyn's own intention... Hmm, Emlyn mentioned before that a high -Sanguine wanted to see him... Is this a new mission from the Sanguine? Very likely! But why didn't he mention it at the Tarot Club? Uh, he was focused on the punitive operation and had other leads, so he temporarily suppressed this matter? Klein seemed thoughtful, leaned forward, and under the watchful eyes of the messenger, pulled a piece of paper from the coffee table and picked up a pen.
He wasn't curious about what clues Emlyn might have, because it was quite obvious:
Since Miss Sharron knew that Emlyn was looking for members of the Rose School of Thought and had consulted their mutual friend, the great Detective Sherlock Moriarty, about it, it meant that the Sanguine was definitely seeking help from Ian, the black market arms dealer at the " Bravehearts " bar.
This indirectly suggests that Emlyn discovered traces of Sharron or Maric in his previous commissions; otherwise, he wouldn't have directly mentioned the Rose School of Thought to an ordinary person.
I don't know enough about the " Apothecary " pathway to determine how Emlyn discovered the " Wraith " or the " Living Corpse "... Klein crossed his right leg, placed the letter on his lap, and quickly wrote with his pen:
"This must be a task given to Emlyn by the Sanguine higher-ups. They despise those members of the Rose School of Thought who believe in the ' The Moon Primordial,' and are taking their anger out on other factions within the Rose School of Thought..."
At this point, Klein paused for a moment and then added something:
"I suspect the ' Mother Tree of Desire ' intends to erode the authority of the ' The Moon ' realm, but what I don't understand is why the followers of the ' The Moon Primordial ' would join the Rose School of Thought. The relationship between this Hidden Existence and the ' Mother Tree of Desire ' seems very complex, involving both hostility and cooperation, making it difficult to guess..."
Klein put down his pen, folded the letter, glanced at the messenger waiting beside him, and chuckled:
How did you know I was going to reply?
One of Reinette Tinekerr's heads answered succinctly:
"Feel..."
Immediately afterwards, the four blond, red-eyed heads spoke in turn:
"You... have been... a little more lively lately..."
"His expressions... have become... quite... richer..."
As Klein took out the box connecting the gold-cased pocket watch, he took out a gold coin and chuckled self-deprecatingly:
"Wearing a thick mask all the time is bad for your physical and mental health, and I've become even more aware of this since passing through the Gate of Demigod."
Therefore, unless it was absolutely necessary to conceal or disguise himself, he reduced the number of times he used his " Clown " ability to control his facial expressions.
Reinette Tinekerr said nothing more, biting the gold coin and the reply in her mouth, and disappeared from the spot.
Watching the messenger leave, Klein leaned back slightly and muttered a few words to himself:
"I wonder if Miss Sharron and her group will use Sanguine to deal with the Rose School of Thought members in Backlund..."
"Miss Sharron's current focus is mainly on her promotion, so she might not get involved, but Maric might..."
Emlyn changed out of his priest's robes from the Church of the Earth Mother, put on a black suit, a silk top hat, and walked out of the Harvest Church, getting into a taxi parked on the side of the street.
After giving instructions about the destination, he casually glanced out the window.
Just then, Emlyn sensed something and suddenly moved, leaving a trail of afterimages as he left his original position and moved to the side.
Then, he saw a figure instantly appear in the void opposite him:
This was a young man whose coat was not buttoned up, revealing a white shirt and a black vest underneath. His black hair was slightly messy, as if it had not been properly combed, and his brown eyes were filled with a sense of repression, as if he was suppressing some kind of deep-seated impulse.
Emlyn glanced at the other person's deathly pale face, slightly raised his chin, and smiled without any nervousness:
"You've finally come to find me."
"Aren't you afraid that I'm a member of the Rose School of Thought, specifically sent to deal with you?" The young man's figure was somewhat transparent.
Emlyn chuckled and said:
"Do you think I'm unaware of the history of the Rose School of Thought, or the Temperance Faction's defection?"
"Um, what should I call you?"
" Maric," the young man replied, "Is this information you obtained from the higher-ups of the Sanguine?"
Emlyn paused for a moment, then clicked his tongue and said:
"You are smarter than I thought."
He used this method to confirm the other party's guess.
Maric took a slow breath and leaned forward slightly, saying:
How did you discover our existence with Ian?
Emlyn Yu then leaned against the wall of the compartment and said with a smile:
"Humans have their own scent, and Wraith Wraith have their own scent."
Maric paused for a few seconds, then said:
"Do you Sanguine really intend to target the Rose School of Thought's members in Backlund?"
"An important member," Emlyn replied, emphasizing his point.
"If that's the case, I can use myself as bait to lure out members of the Rose School of Thought, but I need confirmation." Maric rubbed his eyes and said bluntly, "I know you can't make a decision. Go back and consult with the higher-ups of the Sanguine, get the necessary promises, and then you'll know where to find us."
At this point, he handed over a file folder he was holding:
"This is from Ian, initial feedback on tracking Ernes Boyar, completed collaboratively by several bounty Hunter."
Emlyn took the file folder and nodded, unusually seriously:
"Good."