After Klein finished speaking, Alberto asked a few more targeted questions based on his description to see if certain details matched up.
He received a satisfactory answer without a doubt.
"Thank you for your cooperation. Sweet dreams." Alberto smiled, rose, and bowed. He then used his " Nightmare " ability to influence Dawn Dantès woke up, he could only vaguely remember what kind of dream he had, but could not recall the specific details.
Having done all this, he turned and walked to the door, turned the handle, and left the dream.
Sure enough, the " Nighthawks " still trusted the " Nightmare's" abilities too much. If I were in charge, I would definitely design a series of questions from different angles and perspectives beforehand, compare them, and look for inconsistencies and loopholes... Ha, the best way would be to team up with Miss " Justice " and create several professional psychological assessment questionnaires, so that the target could complete them all in the dream. If he is pretending, his psychological state and the image he wants to present will definitely have contradictions in the conclusions of different assessments, unless he is also a psychology expert who can notice the true purpose of each set of questions... Klein leaned back on the sofa and looked out the window.
In the hazy, gray world, the dim, pale light of the gas streetlights cast an eerie, deathly glow over the surroundings.
Klein watched quietly for a few seconds, then curled the corners of his mouth into a self-deprecating smile.
Meanwhile, beneath the Saint Samuel Cathedral, Leonard saw Alberto awaken normally and heard his report. Leonard initially breathed a sigh of relief, but then became even more wary of the immortal Quaternary Monster.
In City of Silver, lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating every street.
Derrick Berg stepped out of his house, tucked his Hurricane Axe into his belt, and headed towards the Twin Towers in the north of the city.
Along the way, he encountered many residents of City of Silver. Some were busy, some were sending their children to receive general education, and some were patrolling every corner in groups of three or five to prevent people from dying accidentally at home and turning into terrifying Evil Spirit if they were not killed by their loved ones.
The presence of these people made City of Silver seem very lively, Derrick could occasionally hear the cheerful voices and laughter of children.
He couldn't help but recall his life at the Afternoon Town camp. Each day, he would only encounter a dozen or twenty humans, and most of the time he had to stay in sturdy but cramped buildings. Outside, Monster lurked in the darkness and hid in the houses. They were cleared away time and time again, only to reappear from nowhere. This gave every member of the exploration team a deep sense of powerlessness. It seemed that no matter what they did, they could never be truly safe, and they could never feel at ease. They had to give it their all at any time and could not afford to relax for even a moment.
No normal living being can maintain such a state of high alert for long, so City of Silver has a well-established rotation system.
The first exploration team didn't spend too long returning from the Afternoon Town to City of Silver, but it was followed by inevitable quarantine and rest. It wasn't until today that Derrick recovered and felt that his mental state was ready to withstand the negative impact of the promotion.
He had previously reported to "Chief" Colin Iliad that he had obtained the " Notary's" Potion recipe and was permitted to exchange this gain for the extraordinary material, the tail feathers of the Spirit Pact Bird.
As for what he owed " the Moon," he had obtained it through patrols around Afternoon Town and handed it over to Mr. " The Fool."
"Once I get promoted, I'll be eligible to choose a non- High-Sequence magical item..." Derrick thought with a touch of anticipation, quickening his pace as he arrived at the Twin Towers in the north of the city.
Although the material warehouses and magical items were inside the Round Tower, watched by the Council of Six, Derrick's destination was the Spire, because that was where the merit exchange point was located.
Just as he was about to enter the spire, a sudden Spirit Intuition struck him. He subconsciously looked up at the upper levels of the round tower and saw a woman in a black robe with purple patterns standing behind a window, looking down at him.
The other person had silver-gray curly hair, light gray eyes, and a beautiful face; she was none other than " Shepherd " Lovia, a member of the " Council of Six "!
When their eyes met, Lovia's gaze seemed to pierce through their souls, but her expression remained unchanged; she even nodded slightly, as if in greeting.
She wasn't greeting me, she was greeting the person behind me... Suddenly, Derrick understood.
This stems from the experience he gradually accumulated under the tutelage of the Tarot Club members.
He nodded in response, withdrew his gaze without any apparent change, and entered the spire at a leisurely pace.
At night, in the private port of Bayam, the Golden Dream," with its strange main cannons arranged along the central line, sailed to the dock.
Danitz, carrying local specialties given to him by the rebels, waved back with a broad smile as he climbed the gangway onto the deck.
During this time, he lived a very comfortable life here. As a special envoy delivering weapons, food, and a small amount of extraordinary materials, he received extremely high courtesy. Every day he either drank and ate meat, or boasted and hunted. He was even invited to witness the ceremony in which the " Sea God " bestowed blessings upon the believers.
After witnessing these events, he suddenly realized that Bayam, or rather all the colonies, would inevitably be engulfed in fierce conflict in the future, and it would not subside without decades or even centuries of erosion.
Therefore, Danitz decided that on his next trip, he would sell most of his properties in Bayam, keeping only one, and then look for opportunities to buy houses in places like Trier, the capital of Intis, Backlund, the capital of Loen, and other scenic and peaceful rural areas.
It's a good opportunity to go back to the Nosier Town to see the Old Man and his mother. Hmm, we can buy one less house and get them a vineyard instead... Danitz waved again to the enthusiastic rebels.
He immediately puffed out his chest and said smugly to " Flower Bow Tie " Jodeson:
"Where is the captain? I need to report to her about what has happened."
Jodeson clicked his tongue in disdain:
"In the captain's cabin, of course."
At the same time, he thought to himself:
Danitz has become increasingly arrogant since he started befriending Gehrman Sparrow! However, that mad adventurer is truly terrifying; he actually managed to hunt down the " Admiral of Blood "!
"Hey." Danitz chuckled, strode into the cabin with an irritating gait, and met " Vice Admiral Iceberg " Edwina Edwards.
He instantly dropped his provocative demeanor and grinned shamelessly:
"Captain, I have completed my mission."
"What exactly happened?" Edwina put down her book and asked.
Danitz was well-prepared and described his experiences during this period in detail, exaggerating his own role, and concluded by saying:
"Captain, I encountered Gehrman Sparrow, and he asked me to inquire whether there was anything unusual about the remains of the Elf Singer Siatas and that golden goblet."
Edwina didn't answer directly. Instead, she got up and walked to a corner of the captain's cabin, where a black wooden box sat.
The Golden Dream " will only head to Sonia Island after this voyage, so the remains of Siatas and Mobett are still on the ship, placed in a specially prepared box by Edwina.
With one knee bent and kneeling, Edwina opened the wooden box, revealing the interlaced remains inside.
The mostly flattened golden goblet rested quietly in a skeletal hand, untouched by anything unusual.
"No abnormalities," Edwina concluded.
Danitz peeked out, noted down the answer, and planned to report it to the great " The Fool " when no one was around, asking Him to pass it on to that Lunatic Gehrman Sparrow.
"Nothing unusual?" Above the Gray Fog, Klein frowned slightly, half puzzled and half relieved.
Based on his speculation, the probability of the golden goblet being faulty was not low. The fact that nothing unusual had happened was somewhat beyond his expectations. However, he liked this answer because he did not want Siatas and Mobett's peaceful sleep to be disturbed.
Perhaps additional catalytic conditions are needed? Heh, hopefully we'll never find them... Klein muttered to himself, then turned his gaze to " The Groselle's Travels " in the pile of junk.
Since there was no way to access the Sea of Collective Subconscious at the moment, and his recent focus was on the Antigonus Family Notebook, he postponed his plan to explore the world in the book for the second time.
Whew... Klein let out a breath, looked away, and began preparing for this week's Tarot Gathering.
Backlund time, 3:00 PM.
Crimson rays of light shone on both sides of the mottled long table, solidifying into blurry, different figures.
Audrey was in a good mood, or even better, than usual, because her Hibbert Hall, telegraphed her that the 10% stake in Backlund Bicycle Company had been finalized for 12,000 gold pounds.
Moreover, she doesn't need to rush back to Backlund to sign the documents. Before her Hibbert left, she had already signed a power of attorney in the presence of two Lawyer. She only needs to wait until everything is completed before signing a confirmation letter for her brother.
Audrey's lips curled into an elegant smile as she stood up and addressed the figure shrouded in Gray Fog at the head of the bronze table:
Good afternoon, Mr. The Fool.
May Mr. The Fool bless us; today we have a clue about the fruit of the Hallucinatory Wind Chime Tree... She silently prayed in her heart.
After exchanging greetings and taking their seats, " The Hermit " Cattleya did not disappoint Klein's expectations, once again bowing her head as if unable to look him in the eye, and said:
"Mr. ' The Fool,' this time there are three pages of Emperor Roselle's diary."
Has that " Mystery Queen " still not found any clues about the assassination of Emperor Roselle...? She's still providing diaries through the " The Hermit " lady... It's a pity I've been in my family's territory lately and haven't had much contact with the Psychology Alchemists, so I haven't been able to get any new diaries... Hmm, I'll go check out the Antiquities Collection and Preservation Foundation in a few days, maybe they've collected some... " Justice " Audrey listened curiously.
" The Fool " Klein chuckled:
"Very good.
"You can consider making your request."
Actually, I know the " Mystery Queen " has already told you the question... I wonder what she's going to do in Backlund... Klein's thoughts wandered slightly.
Soon, " The Hermit " Cattleya materialized the three pages of the diary and handed them to " The Fool ".
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