"He wants a stone from the bracelet and a piece of Lemano's Travel Notes for a period of time? How did he know I had those two items? I don't remember mentioning them at the Tarot Club..." Fors was surprised and shocked upon hearing "The World" Gehrman Sparrow's reply, as if all his secrets had been seen through.
She tensed up instantly, quickly trying to recall where she had gone wrong.
"Besides the teacher, Hugh, and Mr. ' The Fool,' no one knows I have these two items, especially Lemano's Travel Notes, which I've hardly ever used... Mr. ' The Fool '... well, Mr. 'The World' acted rather strangely at the Tarot Club, never submitting Emperor Roselle's diary, seemingly not caring or concerned at all in this regard... Does he have a deep connection with Mr. ' The Fool,' receiving relevant information from Him? A believer, or Blessed?" Fors pondered carefully for a while, vaguely grasping something, no longer as apprehensive as before.
Only then did she have the energy to consider whether "The World" Gehrman Sparrow's demands were acceptable.
Fors, this offer was incredibly cheap, even less and more reasonable than she had expected!
As an Beyonder who often stays at home writing and resting, lending out Lemano's Travel Notes for a period of time would not affect her safety or use at all. As for the bracelet that could help her travel through the Spirit World, and the two stones, giving one to "The World" Gehrman Sparrow would not make her completely lose her trump cards.
The only problem is that Mr. "World" seems only willing to try once, and if he fails, he'll still demand the reward... Well, given the risks he's taking, that's understandable... I originally thought I'd have to do a lot for him and exchange the traitor's head for a reward from the teacher to pay off the debt... Fors paused for a few seconds, then began to pray to Mr. " The Fool ":
"... Please convey to Mr. 'World' that I accept his conditions and will do my utmost to cooperate with his actions."
She had intended to remind "The World" Gehrman Sparrow that using the stone would result in the side effect of Full Moon Ravings, but then realized that it seemed only Beyonder on the " Apprentice " path received this treatment.
Whether I succeed or fail, with that stone, I can quietly leave Backlund, meet up with Mr. " The Hanged Man," and explore that primitive island... Then, I can use the stone and that magic book to Record everything, and I won't have to worry about how to get back, unless my luck is really bad and I fail to Record anything... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door, and let his personal servant Richardson come in to help him tidy his clothes.
"Sir, after breakfast, your planned itinerary is to visit the Royal Collection at the Kingdom Museum," Richardson said, helping his employer put on his coat.
Because Dawn Dantès's social skills were progressing so rapidly, his morning etiquette classes were reduced from five times a week to three, giving him extra time to do other things. Such exhibitions would inevitably become a hot topic of discussion in high society, and it would be unseemly not to see them in person.
As for going to Saint Samuel Cathedral to hear the bishop preach, Klein consciously reduced the frequency. This was not because he had to donate tens of pounds each time, but because he was worried that going too often after the initial novelty wore off would arouse suspicion. Naturalness and rationality were the core elements of his plan this time.
He planned to randomly select two days out of the six days excluding Sunday to go, relying on more time to accumulate intelligence and figure out the patterns, without rushing or being impatient!
"I can't wait." Klein looked at his outstanding appearance in the mirror and smiled as he spoke to his personal servant.
Thinking of Saint Samuel Cathedral and the Church of Evernight, he naturally recalled Leonard Mitchell's secret investigation of Sherlock Moriarty, wondering what the other man suspected.
Was it Emlyn White's visit to buy the " Kindling " glove that prompted Leonard to investigate those around him, or was it the elusive presence of the great Detective in the cases of Capim and Lanarvus that alerted the Red Gloves, who was in charge of the investigation? Or perhaps both? Klein pondered the traces he had left behind and had a rough guess.
He wasn't afraid of Sherlock Moriarty being wanted by the Church of Evernight and having a bounty placed on his head, since the great Detective wouldn't reappear except to contact a few acquaintances. What he was worried about was people discovering that the early Sherlock Moriarty resembled Klein Moretti, thus leading to the investigation of the deceased former Nighthawks.
Actually, even if they found out, it wouldn't matter. I'm no longer the " Clown " or " Magician " I used to be. There are plenty of Demigod who want to find me, and even with the addition of high-ranking deacons from the church, the situation wouldn't change drastically... Besides, Benson and Melissa are just ordinary people, and the church certainly won't involve them or disturb their lives... I wonder if they'll take back the compensation money. Probably not, because that's hard to explain to ordinary people... Klein thought to himself, not worried about having so much debt.
This explains why he remained so calm and composed last night when Will Auceptin, the " Mercury Snake," revealed his identity Klein Moretti.
How could Sequence 1 Angel, who had been in contact with Sherlock Moriarty long ago and was skilled in Fate -related abilities, not discover where this great Detective originally came from?
Even with the Gray Fog obscuring the view and interfering with many details, Will Auceptin would certainly know that Sherlock Moriarty belonged to Tingen.
Back in Tingen, Klein had come into contact with a boy named Admisol who possessed the " Monster " pathway, causing Admitor's eyes to bleed Will Auceptin, the " Snake of Fate," obtained this information, he could compare the two accounts and the answer would become clear.
If Leonard really finds out Sherlock Moriarty's hidden identity, I wonder what kind of expression he'll have... Klein chuckled to himself, walked out of the master bedroom, went down to the second floor, and enjoyed the breakfast that his chef had carefully prepared.
West Borough, 2 King's Avenue, Kingdom Museum.
Klein, accompanied by his butler Walter and personal valet Richardson, passed through the ticket gate and entered.
This exhibition was organized by the Royal Family of Loen, who brought together a variety of historically significant collections from the founding of the kingdom for the public to view and learn about, in order to enhance the respect and recognition of the royal family among the kingdom's citizens.
As a history graduate, Klein was quite interested in the exhibition. Many events he was very familiar with were represented by corresponding items, allowing visitors to immerse themselves in the long and fascinating past from another perspective.
To Klein's slight surprise, the butler, Walter, also had a deep understanding of most of the exhibits and gave Dawn Dantès a very detailed introduction.
No wonder he comes from a noble family... Klein nodded to himself.
As they strolled around, stopping to look and listen, the three encountered other visitors. The entire exhibition hall remained quiet and orderly, with only whispers escaping between them.
As Klein passed a display case, he noticed that the butler, Walter, suddenly paused. Walter then glanced to the side, his expression becoming quite complicated.
Because he wasn't a " Spectator," Klein couldn't decipher the specific meaning of that complex emotion and could only follow Walter's gaze toward the display case in front of him.
There stood two people, a man and a woman. The man was in his thirties, dressed in a black suit, wearing a silk top hat, and carrying a gold-plated cane. He looked like a wealthy gentleman. The woman wore a yellow dress and a gold necklace; her overall attire was rather flamboyant.
The butler was looking at that man... Klein made the judgment instantly, his gaze subtly sweeping over the target.
He noticed that the man looked older than his age, with dark skin from being constantly exposed to the Sun, hands that looked like dried wood, and extremely rough fingers.
If you didn't look at his clothes, I would believe him if you said he was a farmer, gardener, or coachman... Klein looked away, a little doubtful in his mind.
The reason he was able to notice these details was that when he was creating the identity of Dawn Dantès, he had carefully considered what an ordinary person who had been adventuring in the Southern Continent for a long time should look like.
He believes that in addition to the eyes, temperament, and innate facial features honed by rich experiences, Dawn Dantès must also possess details such as sun-exposed skin, subtle scars, and rough, powerful hands; otherwise, he would not be able to support the character's inner world.
I have to say, from becoming a " Faceless " until now, I've become more and more experienced and insightful in how to create a new character... If I were to return to Earth, even without my extraordinary abilities, I would still have acting skills as a strong point... Klein mocked himself, then saw that Mr. Walter, the butler, had returned to his serious and composed demeanor, as if nothing had happened.
The older-looking man with rough skin pointed to the banners in the display case and said:
"This is the flag used by Count Lasting, Prince Harold Augustus, during the War of the White Rose Harold Augustus. Sadly, he died in that war. However, his death was the turning point of the entire war; we, the Loen, ultimately triumphed. Look, this flag bears his blood..."
"Your historical knowledge is quite good..." Klein glanced at the butler Walter out of the corner of his eye, thought for two seconds, smiled, approached the couple, and interjected in a friendly manner:
"I didn't expect that people would know about such an obscure topic. I originally thought that people's understanding of the War of the White Rose was limited to Loen defeating Intis and winning the war."
"Sir, your profound knowledge is truly admirable."
Being praised like this in front of his female companion, the man's expression immediately relaxed from guarded to at ease, and a slightly smug smile spread across his face.
"I just enjoy learning about history."
He casually glanced at the gentlemanly attendant before him, his brows suddenly furrowing before relaxing, a hint of doubt remaining.
So he really knows Butler Walter... Klein smiled calmly.
"Hello, I am Dawn Dantès, a businessman from Desi. May I ask your name?"
The man hesitated for a moment and said:
" William Sykes, a butler at a manor."