Mr. Azik could tell I was Beyonder? His abilities are truly impressive... Klein paused for a moment, then answered frankly:
"Yes."
He thought for a moment, then added:
"Because of what happened between Welch and Naya."
"Just as I suspected..." Azik sighed. "Among the police officers who came to the school to question Cohen and me, two possessed extraordinary abilities."
That must be the captain and Leonard; they're the ones who took over Welch's case... Klein nodded almost imperceptibly, without interrupting.
Azik slightly raised his cane and said:
"You should already be in that circle. I hope you can help me find clues about my origins. You don't need to do anything special; just remember them when you come across them."
At this point, a wry smile appeared on his face:
"Besides you, I don't know any other people with extraordinary abilities... You can never imagine what kind of emotions a person without a past would have. It's like a ship adrift at sea. The most terrifying thing isn't encountering a storm, but not being able to find a port, not being able to find a route to land. You can only face disasters again and again, with no end in sight, and you can never feel peace or safety."
"No, Mr. Azik, I understand how you feel, because I'm the same way. Fortunately, I have fragments of the original owner's memories, I have Benson and Melissa..." Klein answered silently, then asked:
"Mr. Azik, with such amazing abilities, why don't you enter similar circles yourself and find useful clues?"
Azik looked into Klein's eyes and gave a self-deprecating laugh:
"Because I'm afraid of danger, afraid of death."
He sighed and said:
"I'm used to my current life and I like it. I don't want to, and I don't have the courage to, take any risks. I can only ask you for help."
Klein said no more, but made a promise:
"If I come across any relevant clues, I will pay special attention."
"Alright, we should head back to the office. We'll have lunch together when Cohen gets back from his business. Remember the East Balam Restaurant on campus? It's pretty good. Heh, my treat." Azik raised his cane, pointing in the direction they'd come from.
Sorry, I really don't remember. When I was in college, the original owner of this body didn't have the money to go to East Balam Restaurant. Even if Welch and the others treated him, he would refuse such a relatively luxurious place... Klein adjusted his hat and followed Azik back to the three-story gray stone building of the history department.
After taking a few steps, Azik suddenly spoke again:
"Now that school is over, I'll be enjoying my summer vacation. You can visit me at home or write to me afterward."
Klein nodded and casually remarked:
"Mr. Azik, I thought you would be going to Desi Bay for vacation."
"No, the south is too hot right now. I don't like sunbathing. Look at my skin, I tan so easily. I'd rather go to Winter County, to the north of the Feynapotter Empire, to ski, see the scenery, and fish for seals," Azik, with his bronze skin, replied with a smile.
"I wish I could..." Klein, the newly hired Nighthawks, looked on with envy.
After lunch, he returned home, took a short nap, and then began to review and study advanced knowledge of talismans and amulets, hoping to master them as soon as possible and create products that could be used in combat and provide some initial assistance to himself.
A few minutes before three o'clock in the afternoon, Klein packed his belongings and sealed the bedroom with Wall of Spirituality.
Above the Gray Fog, in the magnificent temple, an ancient and mottled bronze table rests quietly.
Klein, shrouded in a thick gray-white mist, sat at the head of the table, watching as the still indistinct Justice and the Hanged Man appeared at their usual seats.
Hmm, Miss Justice's emotions seem a bit unstable; she's worried, uneasy, and confused... Klein had already activated his Spirit Vision, noticed the unusual behavior of the only female member of the Tarot Club with just a glance.
Audrey Hall's feelings at that moment were indescribable; the fact that Susie could suddenly speak had given her an extremely strong shock.
In her mind, the future development should be that of a great Detective or a famous Psychiatrist, Miss Audrey, accompanied by her big dog, Susie. But if it becomes Detective Susie the Dog accompanied by Miss Audrey, then... well, that's a bit... a bit...
No, not just some, that's very strange, it's baffling! Audrey suddenly sat up straight, wanting to ask Mr. The Fool and the Hanged Man for advice.
The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she suddenly swallowed them back:
"Um, how should I ask this? What should I do if my pet is acting strangely?"
How do you get along with a pet that's intelligent and can talk?
"No, no, no, this is Tarot Club, not a pet-raising experience sharing session. I bet if I asked that, my good image in the eyes of Mr. The Fool and the Hanged Man would be completely shattered!"
Audrey's mind raced, and she finally organized her thoughts:
"Dear Mr. The Fool, Mr. The Hanged Man always helps me, I have a question I'd like to ask: What can a pet with extraordinary powers do for its master? Simply put, what role can it play?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that Mr. The Fool and the Hanged Man had both fallen silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little strange.
"Hey, hey, hey, say something! Don't look at me like that! I didn't do anything! Really, I asked for my friend!" Audrey was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground.
She deeply regretted asking such a question.
Considering Miss Justice's previous question about what would happen if ordinary animals took Sequence Potion, did she allow her own pets to share the Potion she concocted? This is indeed something Miss Justice would do... Having a member like this, I, the BOSS of this "cult" organization, feel a chill down my spine... Klein raised his right hand, pressed it against his forehead, pinched it twice, and did not answer.
Alger Wilson, the Hanged Man, remained silent for about ten seconds before replying in a slightly odd tone:
"It depends on what kind of extraordinary abilities the pet possesses. For example, if it's an ' Spectator,' then it can observe and eavesdrop on certain situations in your place. You know, people are wary of their own kind, but they're unlikely to suspect a pet of eavesdropping, even if the pet is sitting right next to their feet."
That makes sense! Often, when Dad discusses important matters with other nobles, members of parliament, and ministers, he avoids me and locks his study door. But Susie, as long as she manages to avoid the initial purge, won't be driven away... And those ladies and young women also like to exchange ideas in their own private circles... Audrey's eyes lit up, and she immediately began to imagine:
And Susie can talk now, she can tell me what she hears... Susie is amazing! I'm going to treat you well, I'm going to teach you words and standard pronunciation...
Um, should I teach Susie aristocratic pronunciation, or a more normal Backlund accent? Will it be able to tell her origins when she greets other dogs when we go out? Wait, why am I even thinking about this? She doesn't communicate with other dogs using human language...
Wait a minute, Mr. The Hanged Man, why did you use " the Spectator " as an example?
Could it be that you've all guessed something?
Audrey's expression changed, she sat up straight again, and said with a slight smile:
"Mr. The Fool, I've found another page of Emperor Roselle's diary."
This was obtained from Fors Wall.
"Very good, you've paid off all your debts." Klein replied in a good mood.
"I'm sorry, this page of the diary doesn't contain much." Audrey expressed what she remembered on the materialized parchment.
Klein raised his right hand, causing the parchment to appear directly in his palm, and casually said:
"This doesn't affect my promise, and besides, the diary you brought last time had both sides."
The diaries collected by Justice and the Hanged Man were not the originals of Emperor Roselle, but rather copies and transcriptions made by later researchers. Some people recorded the diaries on one side for preservation, while others left them as they were for convenience.
As he spoke, Klein glanced down at the first few lines of the diary:
"December 20th marks the start of a new year, but the feedback I've been receiving is leaving me very confused and perplexed."
"There's no oil in this world! There's no oil at all!"