After a moment's thought, Klein decided to go home first to confirm one thing.
Moreover, he believed that if the Misfortune Cloth Doll's actions last night were not specifically designed to make him see the pattern on the paper, the captain and his team would definitely have found clues during their subsequent inspection, so whether he reported it or not would not affect the overall situation.
Conversely, it's worth considering.
This is what Klein wants to confirm next.
He took a trolleyless public carriage back to Daffodil Street. When he got home, his brother Benson and sister Melissa, who were in Sunday mode, had not yet gotten up. The living room was quiet, dimly lit, and silent.
Klein boiled some water, added some tea leaves, ate a piece of oat bread, and then took his coat, hat, and cane and headed for the stairs.
He subconsciously slowed his footsteps to avoid making any obvious noise.
As soon as he reached the second floor, he saw the bathroom door suddenly open, and Melissa, dressed in an old cotton dress, emerged looking sleepy.
"You're back..." Melissa rubbed her eyes, still a little dazed.
Klein covered his mouth, yawned, and said:
"Yes, I need a sweet dream, and don't wake me before lunch."
Melissa hummed in agreement, then suddenly seemed to remember something and said:
" Benson and I are going to Saint Selena Cathedral this morning for prayers and Mass, so lunch might be a little late."
As a not-so-devout follower of the Evernight Goddess, she and Benson went to church every two weeks, while Klein, as the Nighthawks, had never been to church since the time he was followed by members of the Secret Order.
No, I'm at church every day, just underground... Klein subconsciously made a mental defense.
He was currently extremely worried that the goddess would abandon him, a false believer. If, in a critical moment, the Ritualistic Magic failed to elicit a response, the joke would be far too serious...
But thinking about Old Neil, the goddess is quite lenient towards the Nighthawks, isn't she? Hmm, that's right! Klein encouraged himself.
These scattered thoughts flashed through his mind, and he looked at Melissa, smiling and nodding:
"No problem, it'll allow me to sleep longer."
He walked past Melissa into his bedroom and locked the door behind him.
Immediately afterwards, he mustered his strength, took out the ritual silver dagger, and created a sealed Wall of Spirituality.
Then, Klein took four steps backward, silently chanting an incantation to resist the Frenzy screams, and entered the Gray Fog.
In this illusory and boundless world, he is the only living being, sitting at the head of an ancient, mottled bronze table.
After a few dozen seconds of calm, Klein conjured parchment and wrote down a Divination incantation:
"The pattern displayed by the Misfortune Cloth Doll."
Last night, Klein clearly saw the mysterious pattern on the paper, but due to nervousness and haste, he only remembered the general outline and could not recall the specific details. But that was not a problem. For Seer, as long as he had seen it and remembered that such a thing happened, he could reproduce it!
--According to mystical theory, the Spirituality remembers everything it sees, and if done properly, can recreate the scene at a specific moment.
On this point, Klein even believes that the Psychology Alchemists described by " Spirit Medium " Daly makes some sense. Human memory is just an island exposed above the sea, unable to hold too much. Therefore, most of the information remembered by the Spirituality becomes the subconscious, the main body of the island underwater.
And Spirituality itself, even if not the entire ocean, encompasses all the sea areas surrounding the island.
After silently reciting the Divination incantation, Klein leaned back and drifted off to sleep through Cogitation.
In a hazy, Distortion, fragmented world, he saw again the Chanis Gate that Zaza had opened and heard the heavy scraping sound.
The rag doll, dressed in a black classical court dress, pressed itself tightly against the half-open door, unfolding the paper it held in its hand.
The paper is covered with numerous mysterious symbols that together form a vertical eye.
Klein stared intently at the pattern, then deliberately exited the dream. Using the special properties of the Gray Fog, he expressed the memories that had not yet faded:
On the brown parchment, the vertical eye "looks up," eerie and mysterious.
Klein thought for a moment, then wrote below the eye:
"This is the key to the treasure left behind by the Antigonus Family."
He put the pen down, then untied the silver chain from his sleeve and held it in his left hand until the citrine pendant hung steadily above the Divination statement and the mysterious vertical eye, no longer swaying noticeably.
Klein closed his eyes and silently recited the words in a serene and peaceful manner.
After seven repetitions, he opened his eyes and saw the citrine pendant rotating slightly clockwise along with its silver chain.
This is affirmed in Spirit Pendulum Method.
"The vertical eye pattern really is the key to the treasure left behind by the Antigonus Family..." Klein nodded slightly as if he were thinking.
He tapped his fingers slowly on the edge of the bronze table, muttering to himself:
"Because of Riel Bieber's death, the Antigonus Family line ended, so the notebook considers me, a ' Seer ' who came into contact with it and is still alive, as its inheritor?"
"It affects 3-0625, leaving the key to the treasure, so that the other side can show it to me when I'm on duty at Chanis Gate?"
"The logic is sound, but it still doesn't convince me."
"How did that notebook confirm that the bloodline of the Antigonus Family was extinct?"
"Besides, I'm a completely unrelated person... If I also had the blood of the Antigonus Family, the original owner wouldn't have been forced to commit suicide in the first place."
"Well, whether we tell the captain or not seems irrelevant. I'll think about it some more."
Next, Klein Divination the location of the Antigonus Family's treasure, but unsurprisingly, he did not obtain any detailed information. The only certainty was that, as Sirius had speculated in his letter to Mr. Z, the treasure was connected to the main peak of the Hornacis Mountain Range and the ancient Nation of Evernight.
After Divination these matters, Klein noticed that the crimson star from which the prayers had been heard was now showing a faint fluctuation.
He touched the illusory star in response to the prayer and saw once again the brown-haired boy wearing a unique black bodysuit.
The boy remained kneeling, still facing the pure crystal ball, still muttering something to himself.
At this moment, Klein had specifically learned a small amount of Dragonese, finally managed to understand one of the sentences:
"Please... save... my father and mother."
"It really is Dragonese... Where is Dragonese still used these days? These are ancient relics, measured in millennia... It's a pity that I, the Mysterious Ruler Above the Gray Fog, am just an empty shell; I have no power to save him even if I wanted to..." Klein shook his head and sighed, deciding to observe for a while longer.
"I'll wait until I've mastered enough Dragonese words to understand what happened to his father and mother before I say anything more..." Klein withdrew his Spirituality, enveloped himself, and plummeted downwards.
Back in his bedroom, he dispelled the Wall of Spirituality, changed into old but comfortable clothes, lay down on the bed, and began to catch up on sleep.
Klein slept until 12:30, when Melissa had prepared lunch, knocked on the door.
After a fairly substantial lunch, he saw Melissa pick up a veil to match her new dress, looking like she was about to go out again.
"Do you have anything else planned for this afternoon?" Klein asked, puzzled.
Sitting on the sofa, Benson, frowning as he studied grammar books, answered without looking up:
Mrs. Schodde next door told Melissa that there was a seminar on family matters at the municipal auditorium that afternoon, and Melissa planned to attend to learn how to handle everyday family issues.
Melissa nodded in agreement.
"I asked Selena and Elizabeth to come with me."
"Indeed, I hope that lecturer told you that families like ours need to employ at least one maid for household chores," Klein said with a smile.
Seeing that Melissa was about to retort, he immediately added:
We should invest our limited time in more valuable things.
Melissa was stunned for a moment, then pursed her lips, put on her veil, Door Opening and went out.
At 2 PM, Klein reappeared at Blackthorn Security Company.
"Didn't you go back to rest?" Rozanne and Dunn Smith, asked at the same time.
Klein smiled and said:
"I was originally planning to go to the Divination Club, but I kept thinking about what happened last night, so I came here first. Has the Holy Cathedral responded?"
Dunn glanced at Rozanne, then silently turned and walked towards the partition, entering his office.
Rozanne made a face at his retreating figure and whispered fiercely:
"The captain is really something..."
"Well done! "Klein thought to himself, suppressing a smile as he followed Dunn into his office.
Seeing the door close, Dunn took a puff of his pipe and said:
" The Holy Cathedral has confirmed that the problem lies with the Antigonus Family Notebook, and has reclassified it as a 'Level 1' Sealed Artifact. Unfortunately, this means you no longer have the required level of secrecy to access it."
Level "1", extremely dangerous. Only those at the level of bishops and Nighthawks squad leaders or above can know the specifics? In other words, even the captain can't figure out what's going on... Extremely dangerous, no wonder... Klein thought with a mix of regret and relief.
Dunn glanced at him and continued:
" The Holy Cathedral also asked us to check if any other items behind the Chanis Gate were infected by this notebook. After confirmation, only '3-0625' showed any abnormalities, and we have changed its sealing measures."
"Any other discoveries?" Klein asked, feigning curiosity.
Dunn shook his head:
"No."
Klein nodded thoughtfully, didn't pursue the topic further, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then took his leave to continue his "digestion journey" at the Divination Club.
Inside the municipal auditorium.
Melissa, Selena, and Elizabeth, three best friends, sat near the door, waiting for the lecture to begin.
"If she doesn't do well, we'll sneak out," Selena suggested enthusiastically.
Elizabeth immediately agreed:
"Let's go Harold Department Store."