The boundless Gray Fog floated silently, and a slight scraping sound came from the head of the bronze table.
Klein shifted his posture, his expression growing increasingly serious as he meticulously examined the details of the Evil Spirit incident, becoming more and more convinced that he and Miss Sharron had completely overlooked the possibility that Macht Pound.
"Is this an extraordinary ability of the ' Red Priest ' pathway ' Conspirer '?"
"Moreover, this is closer to the realm of normal deception, with supernatural forces at play only in subtle ways. Therefore, even if I enter this mysterious space above the Gray Fog, I won't passively realize that I've been deceived; I must actively think and analyze to discover the problem."
"If I hadn't learned from Mr. Azik that the Evil Spirit was suspected to be the long-deceased ' Red Angel ' Medici, I wouldn't have thought anything was wrong, and I wouldn't have hired Miss ' Magician ' to look for unusual signs on Williams Street..."
After thinking for a few minutes, Klein conjured up paper and pen, preparing to confirm his speculation through Divination.
After deliberating for a long time, he finally put pen to paper and wrote down the words of " Dream Divination ":
" From the Macht Baronet Pound's current situation."
Setting down his deep red, round-bellied fountain pen, Klein gripped the paper with the Divination inscription and leaned back in his chair.
He first recalled the information he possessed about Macht Pound, then closed his eyes, silently recited the words, and entered Cogitation.
Klein's thoughts raced quickly and peacefully as he drifted into a dream.
In that gray, hazy world, fragmented images flashed by one after another, finally settling on the house at 29 West Balam Street.
In the warm living room, Macht Pound, dressed in fleece pajamas, stood quietly by the window, holding a glass of red liquid, gazing at the Backlund Police Department diagonally across the street.
The Baron's temples were increasingly gray, his puffy eye bags were tinged with a bluish-black hue, and the wrinkles on his forehead, around his eyes, and around his mouth were deep enough to exceed his forties.
His pupils were dilated, though not severely, and his cheeks were flushed. He had a smiling expression, a slight but unusual change from how Klein had seen him before.
Sure enough, he had run into trouble... Klein emerged from the dream and began to consider how to deal with the Evil Spirit.
Undoubtedly, he has a habitual way of thinking in this regard; when he couldn't contact Miss Sharron, his first reaction was to report her!
But how should he report it? Klein pondered for a while, then materialized the image of "the world" and had him pray:
"Deliver the following message to the Church of the Evernight Goddess and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery through reliable channels."
The message is: Senior spies from Feysac and Intis gathered on Williams Street, their purpose unknown.
"Reward: £100."
This was a statement that Klein had carefully considered. Directly revealing the " Angel King," the " Red Priest," the Medici Family, and the ruins of the Tudor Dynasty would indeed attract more attention from the church and the military, but it would also easily make Miss Fors " Magician " responsible for reporting, a target of official organizations, which was extremely dangerous.
The statement that "high-ranking spies from Feysac and Intis have gathered on Williams Street " is not only relatively mild, something that even ordinary Beyonder could detect, but it is also enough to alert the Church and the military, prompting them to dispatch corresponding powerful individuals and take the most effective measures.
What was subsequently discovered was their contribution and had nothing to do with the whistleblower.
Klein had considered asking Mr. Azik for help, but ultimately decided to give it up because the Evil Spirit was suspected to Angel King in his previous life, and was extremely dangerous. Mr. Azik, who was still in the recovery phase, might not be able to deal with it.
After a moment's hesitation, Klein transformed the materialized scene into a stream of light, casting it into the deep red star symbolizing the " Magician " lady.
Backlund, Cherwood Borough.
Fors was stunned when she received Mr. "World's" reply.
"Those are high-ranking spies from Feysac and Intis?" she muttered to herself in astonishment, believing that the information she had provided could not possibly lead to such a conclusion!
However, she quickly came to terms with it, believing that Mr. World's suspicion of something amiss on Williams Street stemmed from receiving high-level intelligence. Once the presence of Feysac and Intis was confirmed, the conclusion could be drawn very simply.
Reporting to the Church of Evernight and the Church of Steam? Isn't that just a euphemism for whistleblowing...? Too bad, I can't just stand by and watch anymore, otherwise I would definitely have witnessed a good show... Fors is no stranger to whistleblowing, after all, her roommate and friend is a bounty Hunter.
She quickly came up with an idea and decided to entrust the whistleblowing to the experienced Hugh.
Stepping out of the bedroom, she saw Hugh sitting on the sofa, leaning forward as he flipped through the target document, occasionally raising his hand to scratch his messy blond hair, appearing extremely focused.
Fors casually picked up a decorative item, leaned closer to the sofa, and handed it over:
"Here, have a piece of cake."
Xiu glanced at the cake covered in cream, his mind still focused, and raised his hand to grab it.
At that moment, Fors flipped her wrist and opened it, and the cake in her palm had transformed into a golden fabric flower.
"Are you surprised?" she asked with a smile.
Xiu couldn't help but roll his eyes and say:
"Stop your performance, I'd rather have food."
"Alright, I have something to ask of you, 70 pounds." Fors smiled and sat down.
After dealing with the evil Evil Spirit, Klein returned to the real world and, incidentally, performed a ritual to bring the radio receiver, which had been sitting above the Gray Fog for several days, back to the first-class master bedroom.
He lay down on the bed and tried to regain his energy through Cogitation until he was awakened by a tapping sound.
When Klein opened his eyes, the crimson Moonlight was already streaming in through the window, enveloping the dimly lit room like a thin veil, and the radio receiver on the desk that was automatically spitting out illusory white paper.
This really feels like a ghost movie... It's a pity it's connected to a shameless and unscrupulous Magic Mirror... Klein sat up, walked over, and saw lines of Loen language appearing on the illusory white paper:
"Great being above the Spirit World, your loyal servant Arrodes has arrived and greets you."
"Is there something you want to test me on?"
Look, look, now that's what you call eloquent! Now that's what you call professional! At this moment Klein really wanted to drag the fat Apothecary Darkwill in to witness the Magic Mirror's art of speaking.
I was the one who had something to ask it, but it turned into me testing it, and it even came with a bonus question... Klein suppressed the upward curve of his lips and answered in a low voice:
"Yes."
"You say, the ignorant and shallow Arrodes is ready." Amidst the clicking sounds, not only did Loen language appear on the illusory white paper, but a fawning smiley face also appeared.
This is already the prototype of emoticons... This guy is evolving really fast... Klein asked directly:
Where can I get a magical item that can Stealing other people's extraordinary abilities?
The tapping sound suddenly intensified, and images rapidly appeared on the illusory white paper, so realistic they seemed like stills from a movie.
Here you'll find the Chanis Gate at the base of Saint Selena Cathedral in Tingen City, a place familiar to Klein; the handsome, dark-haired, blue-eyed poet Leonard Mitchell; a middle-aged man sitting on a sofa, smiling at the noblewoman opposite him; and a haughty young woman wandering in the dark sewers...
There are twelve images in total, ending with a line of Loen language:
"These are the types that are easy or convenient for you to obtain. There are many others, but they are either very complex and troublesome, or involve very high levels that I cannot see clearly."
Not bad, it even knows how to proactively filter for me... This is practically a fantastical, mysterious, and intelligent version of Google... Klein nodded slightly, knowing the answer already, and said:
"It's your turn to ask a question."
"You have already answered." With a click, the Magic Mirror Arrodes's answer appeared unsurprisingly on the illusory white paper.
Klein chuckled inwardly, then asked:
Where has Leonard Mitchell been staying lately?
The clattering sounds intensified again, and scene after scene leaped into Klein's view in the form of images:
That is Backlund's most famous landmark, a towering Gothic clock tower with the " Clock of Order " hanging from it;
That was a street sign standing at the street corner, with " Pinster Street " written above it;
That was the row of houses numbered 7; that was Leonard Mitchell; that was his poet classmate, flipping through the files of the Lanarvus and Capim cases.
This guy is in Backlund, and he's investigating the Lanarvus and Capim cases? What's going on...? Klein's lips twitched slightly as he seriously considered what clues he had left behind in those two cases.
The only clue was that Detective Sherlock Moriarty was connected to both cases, and Leonard should be able to discover this if Dream Divination Daisy's dream. But by then I had grown a beard and made a good disguise; relying only on the somewhat blurry images in the dream and a few portraits, he probably wouldn't recognize me... As long as he didn't recognize me, it didn't matter Sherlock Moriarty's problems have to do with me Gehrman Sparrow? Klein pulled himself together and remembered Leonard Mitchell's current address:
7 Pinster Street, North Borough Backlund.
He planned to ask " The Moon " Emlyn White to visit Leonard Mitchell in the next day or two to purchase magical items using the badges of the Hermits of Fate.
Hopefully, the poet has some extra... If not, it will definitely fetch a higher price... Klein hummed in agreement and said to the radio receiver:
"It's your turn to ask a question."
To be honest, he was quite curious about what questions the Magic Mirror Arrodes would ask this time.
The radio receiver spat out a new, illusory piece of white paper, on which a question was spelled out in Loen language:
"Great master, Leonard Mitchell is hiding a great secret. Would you like to know it?"
... Is this even a question? Klein raised his head, both amused and astonished, and glanced at the Crimson Moon silently illuminated the deep black sea.
He quickly and honestly answered:
"Think."