Who? Who's speaking? Klein's muscles stiffened instantly, and his eyelids almost opened.
At that moment, cold sweat poured down his back, soaking his shirt.
What terrified him most was not the words spoken by the voice, but why it could resonate directly in his heart and be identical to his own unchanged voice.
Although I remained conscious during that dream, my spirit was still corrupted by the other party's out-of-control mind? Or was someone using that inner guardian to send me a message? Countless guesses flashed through Klein's mind. Combining the content of the words he had just heard with his own situation, he made a preliminary judgment:
Very few people know my identity Klein Moretti, and the same is true for those Klein Moretti made a vow by touching a sacred relic; moreover, the two groups have almost no contact.
Mr. Azik had heard about the latter part of the story from me, but if he wanted to offer a warning, he could have simply sent a messenger; there was no need for such a frightening method... Will Auceptin might know, after all, He is the " Mercury Snake " representing Fate, but by the same token, He could contact me directly... Of course, it's possible He suddenly wanted to scare me; I was just thinking at noon that I might have a chance to become His godfather...
Did the Antigonus Family Notebook corrupt the internal guards, just like it did with the Misfortune Cloth Doll last time? But if it was, why didn't it just give me the Potion recipe? Or, could they devise a mutually supportive "notebook escape plan"...? Saint Samuel Cathedral is the headquarters of the Backlund Diocese, higher in status than Saint Selena Cathedral; that notebook shouldn't be capable of doing anything extra. It must be tightly sealed...
Besides them, there's only one other person who could possibly know both sides of the situation: the Evernight Goddess. However, given a deity's pride, there's absolutely no need for Her to pretend to be a passerby and address me with such a polite but distant tone... I'm in Saint Samuel Cathedral; with just one oracle, dozens of Beyonder could easily take me down. And as the parish headquarters, with proper preparation, this place could most likely interfere with the " Travel," so there's no need to make things so complicated...
Yes, there's one more person who knows about those two things...
This is me!
Before planning the operation, I had actually considered the relevant issues. At the time, I concluded that there was no need to worry too much because only after advancing to " Faceless " did the Gray Fog gain a small amount of power to enter the real world, allowing me to be sensed by certain Demigod. Before that, only Beyonder through the " Monster " pathway could detect a little bit of this. And when I came into contact with the Holy Sword and made the oath, I had only just become a " Clown "...
Even though the Concealment connection established by the oath led the goddess to gradually become aware of my problem, so much time has passed and she hasn't taken any action... That female Angel from the church—well, she should be Angel —even smiled at me after erasing Mr. A... So, the goddess might be happy that I took the Antigonus Family Notebook. Although I don't know her purpose, at my current level, I can only accept it for now and figure out a way to deal with it later. This is safer than climbing the main peak of the Hornacis Mountain Range... Of course, this is on the premise that the lady who erased Mr. A is truly Angel from the church...
Hmm... Although during my " Faceless " phase, through various Acting, I've come to understand my true self, but I've still taken too many Potion and haven't fully digested them. Furthermore, the " Marionettist " requires each Puppet to have a character design that fits its traits, which could easily lead to a split personality... Also, in order to Stealing the Antigonus Family Notebook and to Acting Dawn Dantès, I've been under immense pressure, with a strong tendency towards wavering and doubt subconsciously... In this state, the uncontrolled mental pollution and stimulation of my spirit by that inner guardian just now caused me to develop a split personality?
Just as Klein was thinking this, that familiar yet unfamiliar voice echoed in his mind again:
"Ha, you're being too idealistic. All your actions are based on luck. If that high-ranking deacon Crestet Cesimir, who wields the Holy Sword, comes to Backlund to handle other supernatural cases, can you guarantee that the Holy Sword won't sense you when you're in the same church? You two have a contractual relationship!"
Once Cesimir arrives, I'll abandon this plan... Besides, it's not impossible to avoid it in advance; I can find a reason or excuse to go out and investigate for a while... Klein instinctively muttered to himself.
Then, he heard his own voice say in his mind:
There are too many unexpected and unpredictable situations.
"Before coming to the church today, didn't you also not expect that simply observing the ' Spirit Body Threads ' would lead to such a change?"
My nervousness stemmed from the fear of unexpected changes. However, since it was just observation and I wouldn't be making direct contact, I didn't think there would be any major problems. I just needed to be more cautious later... Besides, anything can happen, and things can change... Who exactly are you? Klein closed his eyes, seemingly praying intently.
The voice hesitated for a moment before saying:
"I am Klein, and you are Zhou Mingrui."
"No, I am Zhou Mingrui, you are Klein..."
Sure enough... Klein felt a chill run down his spine again and decided to leave Saint Samuel Cathedral immediately, return home, and resolve his split personality problem.
When symptoms first appear, things are relatively easy to handle. However, once the personality becomes stable and powerful, and begins to seize control of the body, external help may be necessary!
He opened his eyes and said calmly to Bishop Electra beside him:
"I feel like I've calmed down."
"Since I got mental illness, I'm much better..." Klein thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile.
He enjoys internalizing his thoughts, partly due to his personality, and partly to emphasize himself, always remembering who he is and not getting caught up in Acting.
Bishop Electra smiled:
"The goddess is protecting you."
As he spoke, he took a glass of water from the approaching pastor and handed it to Dawn Dantès.
No explanation was needed; Klein knew it was holy water, and he had drunk it before. So, hiding his worries, he took the cup as if nothing was wrong and drank it down in one gulp.
The cool sensation went down his throat, invigorating Klein and making him seem much more awake; even the voice in his mind subsided.
This has Placate effect on spirits... The Church values Dawn Dantès quite a bit, of course, this is due to their Beyonder... Klein nodded to Bishop Electra and drew a Crimson Moon on his chest as he calmly walked to the altar and donated 50 pounds in cash to the offering box.
Having done all this, he left the church with his personal valet Richardson and returned to Böklund Street by carriage.
During this process, he did not feed the pigeons again, because after what had just happened, it would be difficult for an ordinary person to be in the mood to do so.
Back home, Klein, who had remained silent, excused himself to take a nap, dismissed the others, and walked four steps backward in the master bedroom's bathroom before entering the Gray Fog.
As he pierced through the roars and babbling, he felt no signs of Purification within his body, becoming increasingly certain that the voices in his mind originated from himself, from the alter ego that had been stimulated by the pollution.
Sitting down in the high-backed chair of " The Fool," Klein immediately examined the state of his spirit and found that there were indeed some traces of chaos, and it was not so pure. The corresponding aura color was also slightly mottled.
After careful consideration for two minutes, ignoring the noise echoing in his mind, Klein manifested "The World" Gehrman Sparrow and had him pray devoutly:
"Great ' The Fool '... please tell ' The Moon ' that I'd like to rent the ' Nightmare Candle ' for half a day; I know he has a way to get it..."
In the very beginning, the identity of "The World" was prepared for Sherlock Moriarty, so Klein had nothing to worry about.
Bridge South Borough, inside the Harvest Church.
Emlyn White, who was looking forward to the " Lilith's Ring " that night, suddenly saw an endless Gray Fog and heard the voice of "the world".
He murmured in utter astonishment:
How did he know I could get my hands on ' Nightmare Candle '?
P. S.: Meeting continues, will update first and then revise.