What happened? Klein's tension instantly tightened.
He has experienced too many accidents and is well aware that extraordinary events are prone to occur around him. When he encounters similar situations, he inevitably becomes highly vigilant subconsciously, almost as if he has developed post-traumatic stress disorder.
Watching Hibbert Macht's figure disappear at the top of the stairs, Klein noticed that she was only hurried, not flustered.
This seemed to mean the situation was under her control... Moreover, Macht was a member of the House of Commons, a member of the upper class in the kingdom second only to the nobility, and he was likely protected by Beyonder. Well, Earl Hall's eldest son was also here, and his bodyguards were definitely Beyonder... Furthermore, Saint Samuel Cathedral was only a ten-minute carriage ride from Berklund Böklund Street; if anything went wrong, the Nighthawks and priests could arrive at any time... Unless someone was prepared to die, no one would cause an accident at this ball... Klein gradually calmed down and had another guess about Hibbert's condition:
She rushed to the third floor to resolve the negative effects of the magical item!
When Klein asked Arrodes where he could obtain magical items that could Stealing other people's extraordinary abilities, one of the answers the " Magic Mirror " gave was Hibbert Macht!
Recalling the scene of dancing earlier, Hibbert's image was quickly reconstructed in Klein's mind, mainly based on the different accessories she wore.
Hair ornaments, earrings, necklace, brooch, sheer gloves... which one could it be? Klein looked away, feeling thirsty, so he picked up a glass of water and gulped it down.
He had just put down his cup when he saw etiquette teacher Vahana Haysen approaching with a tray.
The woman, dressed in a long red dress, did not appear tacky at all Dawn Dantès and said:
I've noticed you don't seem to enjoy drinking much.
"I once missed something very important because of drinking," Klein casually remarked Dawn Dantès's image as experienced and profound.
Of course, he knew how to restrain himself and didn't use the " Faceless's" ability to change a finger to prove how determined he had been.
Upon hearing this, Vahana smiled thoughtfully:
"Your past is shrouded in mystery, which holds a fatal attraction for many young girls."
She didn't continue the topic, but instead said:
"I forgot to tell you, my husband's problem is solved."
Klein picked up a glass of champagne, raised it forward, and said with a smile:
"This is truly wonderful news, congratulations!"
He made no mention whatsoever of his secret assistance.
Vahana gave him a deep look, then raised her glass of red wine as well:
"Cheers."
After a light clinking of glasses and a sip each, Klein politely apologized, put down his cup, and turned to walk towards the restroom.
It wasn't that he wanted to go above the Gray Fog; it was simply because of the negative effects of the " Death Knell " revolver—he had drunk too much water and was going to relieve himself.
As Klein stepped out of the restroom, he glanced up at the stairwell leading from the second to the third floor and saw Hibbert Macht descending the stairs, her steps no longer hurried, her expression calm and serene.
Sure enough, there wasn't anything seriously wrong... It should just be the negative effect of the magical item she was carrying... I wonder what that effect is... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, casually glanced at the dance floor, and during a break in the music, walked over to a lady and invited her to dance.
With Dawn Dantès's looks and charisma, he was undoubtedly not rejected.
As they danced, ate, and chatted, the party gradually came to an end, and one by one the guests took their leave.
Klein had already completed the business card exchange, was the same, but he was neither the first nor the last to leave.
The hall quickly became quiet. While supervising the servants as they tidied up, Madam Liana beckoned her daughter, Hibbert Macht, to come over.
"Mr. Dawn Dantès performed much better than I expected. Quite a few ladies have been asking me about him privately just now," Madam Liana said tactfully. " Hibbert, you danced and chatted with Mr. Dantès just now. What did you think of him? You are more mature than girls your age, and I trust your judgment."
She knew her daughter well, so she deliberately added the second half of the sentence; otherwise, Hibbert might not have been interested in answering in detail.
When facing her mother, Hibbert wasn't so arrogant; after thinking for a moment, she said:
"He's not very familiar with this circle and tends to bring up topics that might offend people, but he's very insightful."
"Very insightful..." Madam Liana repeated her daughter's words with slight surprise.
Given her understanding of Hibbert, this was quite a high compliment.
She couldn't help but worry, fearing that her daughter might develop feelings for Dawn Dantès.
Hibbert looked down on the eligible gentlemen around her. Was it because they were too young, too shallow, and not capable enough? Dawn Dantès was exactly the type of man a precocious young girl would like... Liana suddenly regretted inviting that gentleman to the ball.
She knew that, given Hibbert's personality, if she fell in love but faced opposition, she was entirely capable of eloping.
Hibbert seemed to sense her mother's thoughts and said without much emotion:
I only like men who are strong enough.
Whew... Liana secretly breathed a sigh of relief, no longer worried about the question from before, because Hibbert was a girl who disdained to lie.
Late at night, Hibbert got out of bed and, with the help of her night vision, changed into clothes that allowed her to move around easily.
She climbed down from her bedroom balcony, carefully avoiding the house guards, and sneaked out of the garden. She reached the middle of Böklund Street. Not all sewer entrances were accessible to humans and had vertical metal staircases.
Hibbert skillfully moved the manhole cover, climbed down, and then closed it again from the inside.
Nearly 45 minutes later, she moved the manhole cover and returned to the shadows of the street.
Just then, Hibbert saw a dark figure nimbly vault into the garden not far away.
"Number 160..." she read out the corresponding house number.
This is Dawn Dantès's home.
On the third floor of the building, Klein was once again awakened from his dream by Spirituality intuition, wishing he could capture the intruder who had interrupted his sleep and feed him to his " Creeping Hunger."
This time, he directly opened the iron cigarette box and released the " Wraith " Marionette.
Senor, dressed in a dark red coat, first stepped into the full-length mirror, then leaped onto the convex window of his personal servant's room.
He watched Richardson as the valet sat up abruptly, staring at the doorway with a mixture of fear and anxiety.
The door opened silently, and a figure slipped in.
Under the crimson Moonlight, the infiltrator revealed his tan skin, soft features, and short, curly black hair, clearly Balam from the Southern Continent.
He stood in the doorway, exuding a slightly chilling aura, and looked at Richardson, who was staring at him, and said in a deep voice:
Have you thought it through?
"Don't think that you can get the peaceful life you want by leaving us. The blood of the people of Death flows in your veins, and you are destined to pay the price for restoring God's glory."
"Think of your deceased mother, think of the bullying you suffered. Do you really want your child to grow up under the discriminatory gaze of others, forever serving as someone else's servant?"
"... But what can I do..." Richardson lowered his head and said with difficulty.
"The task awaits you." The infiltrator's voice softened slightly.
Richardson didn't answer whether it was good or bad; he seemed to be struggling with his own thoughts.
The intruder ignored his hesitation. Once he agreed, the intruder turned around, left the room, and went back the way he came.
"Children of Death... the Spirituality Religion, or some other Balam Restoration organization?" Klein, who had witnessed everything, lay back on the bed and muttered to himself, "What kind of mission would they give Richardson? Steal my money, provide funding for the organization? Or create a terrorist incident at some high-society party?"
By this time, the intruder had climbed down from the large balcony, crossed the garden, scaled the iron fence over the outer wall, and returned to the street.
Suddenly, he saw a figure rushing towards him from the left. He quickly dodged, clenched his fist, and unleashed a powerful punch.
Bang!
The fist struck the dark figure, but passed right through it, as if it had hit the shadow cast by a gas lamp.
At the same time, he was suddenly struck hard on the back of the head and collapsed to the ground unconscious.
Hibbert's figure immediately appeared to the side and behind the infiltrator, her expression slightly excited, as if she had successfully completed a Deceit.
She quickly composed herself, maintaining her haughty demeanor, and glanced sideways at the black iron gate of 160 Böklund Street.
The girl bent down, grabbed the intruder's arm, and dragged him step by step to Dawn Dantès ' door.
Immediately afterwards, Hibbert released her left hand, cleaned up the traces, slightly raised her chin, took two steps forward, and rang the doorbell.
Then, she walked away quickly, her back straight, and headed home along the shadows of the street.
On the glass surface of a gas street lamp outside No. 160, encased in a black metal fence, a figure in a dark red coat and an old tricorn hat was quietly reflected, having witnessed the entire process.
What should I do...? Klein pondered, troubled, in the room.
He knew that Hibbert was trying to help her neighbor deal with the intruder and was keeping her name anonymous, but if the housekeeper called the police and the matter was investigated further, it would definitely be handed over to the Nighthawks. At that time, who knocked out the intruder would be an important question.
If Klein were just an ordinary person, that would be fine; the Nighthawks could investigate at will. But he is not only Sequence 5 powerhouse, but he is also plotting to Stealing items behind the Chanis Gate and does not want his plans to be interrupted by an accident, so he has to change his identity again.
Frankly, his initial thought was to find an excuse to fire Richardson.
However, the conversation he had just overheard made him waver a little.
If I were to fire Richardson now, it would be as if I were personally pushing him into Abyss, forcing him to get involved with that group of people... It's a pity that Dawn Dantès ' identity comes with a "mission," otherwise helping him out wouldn't be a big problem... Klein sighed as he thought.
About ten seconds later, the unconscious intruder at the door suddenly stood up, stretched his neck, and hid in the nearby shadows. At that moment, Walter, the butler who had just heard the doorbell, put on his clothes and walked out of the main entrance of the building.