Someone infiltrated? Klein didn't immediately sit up; instead, he turned to his side, slipped his right palm under the pillow, and quietly grasped the " Death Knell " revolver. At the same time, he slowly spread his left hand's fingers, allowing the " Creeping Hunger " to be activated.
Knowing that it would be difficult to find food for " Creeping Hunger " after returning to Backlund, he sneaked into the prison in Connaught City, Desi Bay, found a death row inmate, confirmed the crime, and fed him to Gloves.
The " Rose School of Thought " has their eyes on me? No, it can't be that fast. Besides, if it were them, they wouldn't just come knocking. They'd wait for an opportunity to strike when I pass through a secluded spot, so as not to alert the official authorities of Backlund... I donated too much money at the Moon Mass, and criminals are targeting me? Hmm, a wealthy newcomer to Backlund who spends lavishly is indeed an easy target... Of course, it could also be the " Nighthawks " conducting a routine check... As these thoughts raced through his mind, Klein heard a faint noise coming from the large balcony of the semi-open room next door.
Immediately afterwards, the lock clicked slightly, and the French windows were opened almost silently.
Klein listened carefully and noticed footsteps passing through the semi-open room and into the hallway.
After a slight pause, the footsteps moved towards the master bedroom, then passed by and turned the doorknob of the personal male servant's room.
Had he come to the wrong place? Or was he here to see Richardson? A thought struck Klein, and he released his grip on the " Death Knell " revolver, reaching for the iron cigarette case not far away.
After he removed the " Wall of Spirituality," a phantom figure wearing a dark red coat and an old tricorn hat instantly appeared beside him and walked into the full-length mirror.
When Senor, the " Wraith " Marionette, leaped onto the glass window of Richardson's room, he saw a figure with tan skin, soft features, and jet-black hair walk out of the room. Richardson sat silently on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his back arched, as if blending into the darkness.
His expression shifted between fear, distress, and weakness, before finally settling into silence.
As expected, they've come looking for Richardson... Their appearance is similar to that of people from the Southern Continent... They're agile and skilled, so they're probably not ordinary people... Is this a friend Richardson met at that manor in the Southern Continent, or perhaps a connection to his mother's side? Richardson is just a personal servant with an annual salary of 35 pounds, so what could he possibly need his help with? Klein observed through Senor's eyes while making guesses in his mind.
At that moment, he suddenly understood why Richardson was so observant and liked to watch passersby from his balcony.
He was afraid of being found by certain people!
Hopefully it's not a big problem and won't affect my plans... I'll do Divination later... If Richardson can't solve the problem, then I'll have to find an excuse to fire him... Seeing that his personal servant had lain down again, Klein withdrew the " Wraith " Marionette.
Meanwhile, Leonard Mitchell, who lived at 7 Pinster Street, once again entered the fog-shrouded, slumbering Backlund.
He had previously consulted Mike Joseph, a reporter for the Daily Observer, in his dream and concluded that Sherlock Moriarty was not involved in the Lanarvus affair voluntarily, but was hired to participate, which significantly reduced the suspicion against Moriarty.
If it weren't for the fact that this great Detective was still lurking on the edge of the Capim case and had a close relationship with Emlyn White of Harvest Church, Leonard Mitchell would have considered abandoning the investigation and continuing to search for Ince Zangwill's whereabouts.
Because Sherlock Moriarty didn't have many close friends at the Cragg Club —one had died in the Edessak Prince incident, and the other was journalist Mike Joseph — Leonard's current target was only one person: Doctor. Allen Kreis.
"According to internal documents, this Doctor was also involved in an extraordinary event involving the ' Monster ' pathway... After his items were switched, he stopped having bad luck and nightmares, and his life returned to normal... Ha, most of the people Sherlock Moriarty knows are involved with extraordinary things, this Detective is definitely not simple..." Leonard thought to himself as he rang the doorbell that symbolized Allen Kreis's dream.
Dream Divination, he casually found a sofa to sit on and looked at Doctor. Allen opposite him, saying:
"Please tell me in detail how you met Sherlock Moriarty."
In his dream, Allen made no secret of what he was saying, starting with Mrs. Mary introducing Sherlock Moriarty to the Cragg Club and his own invitation to be the recommender, all the way to the great Detective's suggestion that he tell the bishop of the Church of the Evernight Goddess about the unusual things he had encountered.
Just as the documents described, Sherlock Moriarty was quite friendly towards the official forces and had Isengard Stanton's endorsement... Leonard glanced at the bearded Sherlock materialized by Doctor. Allen, then looked away and continued listening.
After Allen finished explaining the relevant details, he concluded by saying:
"He went on vacation to the south and hasn't returned. I'm very worried about him."
"However, he is a very Wisdom and kind-hearted Detective, so I don't think he'll run into any problems. I hope he'll make it to the celebration party after my child's birth."
"Maybe..." Leonard doubted that Sherlock Moriarty would ever return to Backlund.
He then politely took his leave and exited Doctor. Allen's dream.
After taking a few steps forward, he subconsciously glanced back and saw that inside the house with the garden, hazy orbs of light, representing dreams, filled the entire space without any problems.
"Is it just my imagination? I feel like something's changed about me..." Leonard muttered to himself, then turned and flew toward Pinster Street.
Below him, the fog was thick, and the gas streetlights were dim and pale.
Suddenly, Leonard stopped flying and turned his gaze to a building.
Inside the house, five or six hazy orbs of light floated silently, indistinguishable from the other buildings around it.
However, in Leonard's Spirit Intuition, there seemed to be a dark mass in the room that could absorb all the light.
Moreover, he discovered that he didn't recognize this neighborhood or this street.
He felt a pang of fear, wondering if he had seen something he shouldn't have. He quickly looked away, preparing to leave the area and head back to where his body was.
Just then, a mocking voice rang out from inside that seemingly ordinary building:
"Why don't you come in, have a seat, and have a cup of tea?"
Leonard's mind exploded with thoughts, and without a second thought, he took to the skies at high speed.
In his Spirit Intuition, the row houses and garden villas behind him grew larger and larger, their doors and windows turning into mouths that bit at him!
The nearby black gas lampposts grew rapidly upwards, turning the surrounding area into a steel jungle, seemingly blocking Leonard's way.
Leonard didn't stop, didn't look back, only felt the chill in his vest becoming more and more obvious and intense!
His body gradually stiffened, as if it were being gripped by countless unseen hands.
Just when he thought he was about to give up, familiar houses, familiar windows, and familiar lights came into view.
Leonard held his breath and plummeted downwards, falling into his own dream!
Whew... He suddenly woke up, covered in cold sweat.
" Old Man, what exactly happened to me?" Leonard pulled his legs back from the edge of the desk and asked, still shaken.
The slightly aged voice in his mind responded after a few seconds:
I don't know.
Leonard's eyelids drooped slightly, and he didn't ask any more questions.
He immediately turned his gaze to the window, where he saw Backlund lit up with lights and peaceful night.
160 Böklund Street, the residence of Dawn Dantès.
"Sir, Ms. Vahana Haysen has arrived," Richardson said to Klein as he entered the room.
Upon hearing this, Klein put down his newspaper, raised his head, glanced at his personal male servant, and found that he was still taciturn, silent, reserved, and timid, showing no signs of abnormality.
If it weren't for the Divination results, it would be fine... But firing someone rashly would easily arouse suspicion... Klein muttered half a sentence silently, stood up as if nothing had happened, and let Richardson help him put on his coat.
Fifteen minutes later, he embraced his etiquette teacher Vahana Haysen, and began learning another dance commonly used in social settings.
"I feel like I'll be unemployed in a few days." After a while, Vahana subtly praised Dawn Dantès ' progress, then added, "But you're still a bit reserved. While you don't need to be like the Intis men, always sticking close to ladies, you don't need to maintain a constant distance either. Occasional contact is normal. You seem too stiff and rigid right now."
Klein pulled the other person a little closer and responded with a smile:
I'm afraid of being impolite.
Does this mean that getting too close to a lady is impolite? Does it also imply that I'm very charming and that getting too close would embarrass him? Is this a subtle compliment...? Vahana's thoughts shifted, and she smiled faintly:
You're doing well.
The dancing continued, Klein glanced at Vahana Haysen's face, asking in a casual, conversational tone:
"Madam, you seem troubled?"
Vahana lowered her head and smiled:
"It's not a big problem. My husband is a businessman, and he's had some minor conflicts with some people recently, but we can resolve them."
"Yes, your question was too direct. Before a friendship has been established, it's best not to ask someone what happened to them, unless they've already made it very obvious."
Compared to you, who frequents various high-society families and knows many ladies, the newly arrived wealthy businessman in Backlund certainly doesn't have many connections... Klein nodded slightly and said with a smile:
I thought we were no longer strangers.
He quickly changed the subject, talking about his own experiences and his neighbors. Vahana listened and responded occasionally, allowing Klein to learn more about the neighbors' characteristics and preferences.
After Vahana left, Klein stood at the door for a long time, then turned to the butler and said:
" Walter, find out what trouble Ms. Vahana is in. If she can't resolve it, we'll offer our assistance as soon as possible."