Sister, you really worry too much, no, you think too meticulously! Klein perked up upon hearing this and immediately laughed:
" Melissa, your concerns are very valid. I am indeed a little hungry. Hmm, I'll go upstairs to change my clothes and take a shower first."
Although he was already secretly swallowing, confirming the whereabouts of the " Instigator," Trissy, was more important!
Nobody knows if this guy will become even more insane and take revenge on society next!
"Hmm." Melissa didn't look up and continued studying.
Klein ran quickly upstairs to the second floor and entered the bedroom.
He locked the door, took off his coat, removed the gun holster from under his arm, and took out a simple silver knife from the drawer.
After sealing the room with Wall of Spirituality, he took a breath, calmed himself, and took four steps counterclockwise.
Accompanied by incantations such as " Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings," Klein, who had become increasingly accustomed to the mind-wrenching ravings, once again appeared in the majestic palace above the Gray Fog.
Angel, he rubbed his temples, feeling slightly tired, causing a yellowish-brown parchment to appear on the bronze table.
Klein thought about it carefully and wrote down the Divination statement:
" Trissy's whereabouts."
He wasn't sure if the name was correct, but he had the other person's specific physical characteristics and detailed information as guidance.
Holding the parchment, Klein leaned back in his chair, first recalling Trissy's story in his mind, then silently recited the Divination statement seven times.
He cleared his mind, closed his eyes, and with the aid of Cogitation, quickly entered a dream.
In a hazy, dreamlike scene, he saw Steam train locomotive spewing thick smoke and sparks, rows of leather seats, and clean, tidy carriages.
With a round face, narrow eyes, and a gentle, sweet demeanor, Trissy sat by the window, a hat with a fine black veil trimmed around the edge on the table in front of her.
Klein tried to discern the train number carefully, but couldn't see it.
Before long, he could no longer bear it and left the dream, his eyes reflecting an ancient, mottled bronze table and illusory, deep red stars.
"All I can confirm is that Trissy is leaving Tingen on Steam train, but there are no other clues... Sigh, it seems this mysterious space is mainly helping me eliminate distractions, and it's not really improving my Divination skills..." Klein tapped the edge of the table with his fingers, pondering his next move.
Through this Divination, he was completely certain that the target was the former " Instigator " Tris, but since the other party had already escaped Tingen, he didn't think the result would be of any help to Dunn.
"The captain has already said to send telegrams to Backlund, to Enmat Port, to the main stations along the railway, and issue a nationwide warrant for Trissy... I won't report the results of this Divination to avoid arousing suspicion..." Klein made a quick decision because, regardless of whether he reminded him or not, Dunn was arranging the follow-up in the most correct way.
When train numbers cannot be clearly seen in Dream Divination, using methods such as pendulums will not yield effective results, even if a process of elimination is employed.
A similar situation exists with red chimneys.
At this moment, he felt a spiritual emptiness. He did not linger above the Gray Fog for long, but instead enveloped himself with his Spirituality, simulating the experience of falling.
When he "returned" to his room, all he could think about were those glistening, oily lamb chops.
"A sprinkle of fennel is a must... praise the goddess!" Klein swallowed hard, dispelled the Wall of Spirituality like the wind, and opened the door.
At 8:40 a. m. the next day, he entered Blackthorn Security Company carrying a cane.
"Good morning, Klein, I have great news!" Rozanne waved excitedly from behind the reception desk.
Klein's eyes lit up and he said:
"Did you catch Trissy?"
" Trissy? Who is she?" Rozanne, dressed in a light green dress, looked blank.
"... You don't need to know her. What good news do you have?" Klein changed the subject.
Rozanne answered with a bright smile:
"The captain's application has been approved! The police department will be transferring two officers with experience in handling paranormal events to administrative positions! I finally won't have to stay up all night so often anymore. Praise be to the goddess!"
"That's great news..." Klein echoed sincerely.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Rozanne, he went through the partition and headed underground, intending to continue his occult studies course.
As he passed the captain's office and the Nighthawks's recreation room, he peeked in and saw that Dunn, Leonard, and others were there. This indicated that last night's search and investigation had not yielded good results, and the case would now be handed over to the police department for the tedious follow-up work.
Klein had originally wanted to talk to the captain to get the latest information, but seeing that he was busy writing documents and sending telegrams, he had no choice but to leave quietly and not disturb him, planning to ask again at noon.
He descended the stairs into the underground and saw two rows of elegant gas lamps enclosed by metal grilles, the light shining through the glass, and the silent, unchanging corridor.
Breathing in the cool, refreshing breeze, Klein took a few steps and then suddenly stopped.
He suddenly turned his gaze to the gas lamps, his brows gradually furrowing.
He realized he had made a common-sense Error!
Error only someone with common sense about Earth would make!
During the Divination above the Gray Fog last night, Klein saw Trissy riding away on Steam train, and subconsciously concluded that this was what was happening.
However, no one in the world had yet invented the electric light or a similar device, and Steam trains carrying passengers rarely ran after dark. Klein was used to seeing green trains running at night, instinctively ignored this!
In other words, that didn't happen last night!
That was a vision of the future he had foreseen!
That's what will happen during the day today or tomorrow!
Klein's heart tightened. He paced back and forth a few steps, then ran back upstairs.
He knocked on the door of the recreation room and saw Leonard standing by the window reciting poetry, looking utterly helpless.
Ignoring Kenley, Loyao, and Siga Tron Klein at Leonard and said:
I have a question for you.
"Do you want to learn how to make ladies and young women happy?" Leonard put down his Selected Poems of Roselle and said jokingly.
He left the recreation room, followed Klein to the middle of the staircase leading underground, stared into the other's eyes, and chuckled as he spoke:
"It seems you had a very effective Divination last night."
Klein offered no explanation and simply stated:
"I Divination that Trissy would travel away on Steam train."
After yesterday's conversation at the West Borough workhouse, he no longer minds showing a little "special treatment" in front of Leonard.
" The Steam train, the earliest one is at seven o'clock..." Leonard took out his pocket watch from his shirt pocket, snapped it open, and glanced at it. "We can't delay! I'll tell the captain I've received reliable intelligence."
He strode upstairs, left Blackthorn Security Company, waited downstairs for a few minutes, then returned and entered Dunn Smith's office.
Klein breathed a sigh of relief, watching as the Nighthawks who were playing cards were summoned, and then the captain, who had sent another telegram, hurriedly left.
Reflecting on what had just happened, his feelings were quite complex. Unlike the death of the tuxedo Clown, which had served as a wake-up call, this time a similar Error had occurred to him, making him seem to understand a lot more, and the lesson was even more profound.
He turned toward the armory, entered the guardhouse, and expertly took off his hat and coat, hanging them on the coat rack.
Old Neil had just finished making hand-ground coffee and took a satisfied sip, saying:
"Would you like a drink?"
"Okay." Klein sat down, feeling as comfortable as if he were at home.
Old Neil glanced at him and muttered:
"Three candies and a spoonful of milk? You really have a sweet tooth; it's bad for your teeth and your health."
"No, no, no, I just like my coffee a little sweeter, and when I'm grilling steak or meat, I prefer seasonings like rose salt, black peppercorns, and fennel." Klein has always considered himself a connoisseur of all flavors.
Old Neil quickly made the coffee, pushed it over, and said:
"Shall we take a break, or start right away?"
"Let me calm down for a few minutes. The captain and his men have intelligence on Trissy's whereabouts and are on their way to the Steam train station. I wonder what the outcome will be..." Klein sighed.
Old Neil clicked his tongue and said:
"Is the information detailed? Are you sure which class it is?"
"No, I'm not sure," Klein said, pursing his lips.
Old Neil laughed immediately, "In this situation, the probability of failure is far higher than the possibility of success. Trissy should have Sequence 7. Beyonder of this level are not so easy to catch. Hehe, don't think about relying on Divination. Divination is not omnipotent. You will only get symbols, and you may accidentally misinterpret Error or overlook something."
Klein reflected on the Error he had made, listened with deep feeling, and nodded sincerely:
"Yes, Divination isn't a cure-all."
After saying this, he sighed, and his mind and spirit suddenly entered a strange state. He leaned back slightly and tried to exhale, but at that moment, he suddenly heard a phantom shattering sound in his ears.
He was astonished to find that something within his body seemed to be dissolving, merging with his own spirit.
It was a unique feeling that was hard to describe, Klein half-closed his eyes, quietly savoring it.
Without needing anyone to remind him, he knew this was a sign that the Seer's Potion had been completely digested.
The first town the Tussock River flows through after passing through Tingen City is called VEnya, which is also the first Steam train stop on the way to Backlund after leaving Tingen.
On the platform, Trissy changed into a beige long dress and wore a round-brimmed lady's hat. A thin black veil hung from the brim of the hat, obscuring most of her face and making her appearance hazy and difficult to recognize.
She had sent a telegram to her companions in Tingen City, warning them to be careful, while she herself used the Stealing goods to buy a ticket for the Steam train to Backlund.
The reason Triss didn't board the train at Tingen station but instead drifted downstream to the town of VEnya was because Trissy still possessed the instincts and extensive experience of Assassin.
Ugh!
With a sharp and long whistle, the towering, Monster steel train, billowing smoke with sparks, came to a stop beside the platform.
Trissy boarded the first-class carriage without any luggage, and decided to get off after three stops and take another way to Backlund.
In the basement of Saint Selena Cathedral, Klein closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.
As he felt the Potion being completely digested, he vaguely saw one illusory star after another. These stars had an inexplicable connection with him and seemed to want to gather together and become one.
After the indescribable hunger and craving subsided, Klein returned to normal, without any further insights.
But his mind felt much lighter and clearer... He opened his eyes and silently added.
At that moment, he knew he was now a true and complete " Seer ".