Klein, lying on the bed, ultimately failed to sleep through the night, because he believed that sleeping soundly without noticing anything while most people on the street were awakened by the underground commotion would only arouse suspicion.
Sure enough, just as he got up, went to the balcony, drew back the curtains, and pretended to look for the source of the roaring sound, the butler Walter came to knock on the door and arranged for two servants with double-barreled shotguns to protect their employer in case of any accidents.
Shortly after, the police arrived and, based on accounts from several residents in the neighborhood, identified the sewers as the target.
What they discovered after that, and whether they requested assistance from the " Nighthawks," remains unknown to Mr. Dawn Dantès, an ordinary citizen.
After confirming that there would be no further incidents, he dismissed the butler and servants and quickly went to bed to catch up on his sleep.
When he woke up, Böklund Street had returned to normal, with pedestrians strolling in twos and threes, carriages occasionally passing by, and the Intis plane trees lining the street continuing to make the place seem secluded and tranquil.
"Have the investigation results come out yet?" Klein asked Richardson, his personal valet who had been helping him tidy his clothes, while looking at himself in the mirror.
Richardson had already found out the details and was just waiting for the employer to ask, so he immediately replied:
"It is said that gang members were trading weapons in the nearby sewers when the explosion was accidentally caused."
That's a reasonable explanation... Klein didn't ask any more questions, and didn't even consider where Demigod " Marauder " who could steal his thoughts had gone in the end, or whether he had been found by the Nighthawks.
This is because he believes that the other party's act of deliberately detonating the explosives will definitely have a very serious impact on him. If he had enough ability or a suitable environment, that person would have already " Parasitism " Hibbert, without needing so much trouble and complications. In other words, within two or three weeks, or even two or three months, Klein would no longer need to worry about what the other party might do.
Secondly, if the investigation continues and that person is driven to the brink of despair, Klein has no doubt that he himself will also be harmed. Once the other party stops caring about anything and starts to affect the surrounding area on a large scale, even if he hasn't exposed his identity, he will still suffer the attack of Demigod and endanger the innocent residents of this street.
Besides these two reasons, Klein also had another concern: if the previously "normal" Böklund Street continued to experience anomalies, it would definitely arouse deep suspicion from the official Beyonder. And since all of this only happened after Dawn Dantès moved in, even if Klein had a mouth full of mouths, he wouldn't be able to explain it clearly. At that time, he would have no choice but to abandon the plan and reconsider other options.
It's best to avoid the sewers lately, as there's a high chance of an official trap... There's only one thing I need to do: keep a close eye on Hibbert without her noticing anything unusual. If I spot any signs of danger, I'll immediately transform into a "Robin Hood" and post "fake ads" at the entrance of Saint Samuel Cathedral... Klein calmly went downstairs for breakfast, then returned to the master bedroom. He had his personal valet, Richardson, wait at the door while he took out the nearly torn origami crane from his wallet.
He planned to use it one last time, passing on the offer from " Admiral of Stars " to " Snake of Fate " Will Auceptin, to see if He would agree.
Normally, he could accomplish this by visiting in person, but since Doctor. Allen hadn't invited him and he lacked sufficient reason, a visit wasn't a good option. It would easily raise suspicion about his motives. He couldn't very well tell Doctor. Allen, "I'm not here to see you, I'm here to see the baby in your wife's belly."
Carefully unfolding the origami crane, Klein glanced at the pencil marks left behind last time and instinctively believed that the paper would definitely tear if he used an eraser.
However, this did not faze him. He picked up a black fountain pen and began writing words directly on the paper:
"They've already offered their terms in the exchange."
The deep blue, almost black ink was many times more vivid than pencil marks, so even though the two parts of the text completely overlapped, it did not prevent others from recognizing the word on top.
There's always a way to overcome difficulties... Klein nodded in satisfaction, folding the unfolded paper back into its origami crane form along the grain.
This time, he suspected that disassembling it again would cause further damage.
City of Silver, the Berg family.
Since the Tarot Club ended, Derrick has been like a statue, sitting motionless on the edge of the bed.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he was "awakened" by the sounds coming from the street outside. However, the nightmarish feeling still lingered in his mind, making his steps toward the window feel quite heavy.
"God may be dead..." "God may never come back..." Similar thoughts kept echoing in Derrick's mind, brewing an uncontrollable despair and pain.
Although he had doubted whether God would return and care for the abandoned people of darkness after killing his parents, and even wanted to rely on Mr. The Fool to become the true " The Sun " and help the residents of City of Silver escape the curse of fate, the education he received from childhood and his surroundings still influenced him constantly, making him still hope for the return of the Creator and for a response to the sacrifices and repentance of City of Silver.
Now, all that hope has been destroyed, leaving only a sliver, which could be swallowed by darkness at any moment.
City of Silver will continue like this, eventually disappearing completely into darkness, and no one will remember that we ever existed or struggled... Derrick looked out the window and saw many residents of his area gathered together, spontaneously praying and confessing to the Lord Who Created Everything.
This is not a ceremony organized by the " Council of Six," but a tradition that has been formed in City of Silver for two or three thousand years. People pray when good things happen, when they feel emotionally unstable, when someone in their family is injured, and when a new life is born.
Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the street. Derrick stood in the darkness inside the house, staring blankly outside, motionless for a long time, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.
Once the residents had dispersed, he finally looked away, his expression Distortion.
Derrick reached out and touched " Roar of the God of Thunder," his gaze hardening. He prepared to follow Mr. The Hanged Man's advice and make some friends to help him indirectly.
Soon, he found himself in a dilemma again, because he had no idea how to take the initiative to make friends, how to greet others warmly, or how to find topics to talk about.
This goes against his character.
After much deliberation, Derrick decided to go to the training grounds to rebuild his relationships with his old acquaintances through combat—it was a gathering place for people in City of Silver, where he often ran into people he knew fairly well.
It was another late night, Klein saw in his dream, as he had hoped, a dark and desolate plain and a mysterious and gloomy spire.
After overcoming one obstacle after another, he arrived at the area where tarot cards were scattered, where a black baby carriage was already waiting.
Wrapped in silver silk Will Auceptin asked in a clear voice:
What are the bargaining chips?
You're quite proactive this time... Where's your Sequence 1 reserve? But that's how kids are, you've maintained a good attitude..." Klein chuckled inwardly and said:
"Two chips, choose one."
"First, look at the ' Wheel of Fortune ' card; second, a way to temporarily regain some strength during a period of weakness."
Will Auceptin paused for a second, then chuckled:
That's Bernadette over there.
"My hunch was right; we'll get some good stuff this time."
Then, he countered with a question:
Which chip do you think I would choose?
Klein's immediate thought was, "I have a chance to ask a question," and he immediately chuckled self-deprecatingly:
"Two."
Will Auceptin clicked his tongue and said:
Do I look like Mythical Creature without a similar way of doing things?
"I've Restart it countless times, so I'm bound to be conscious of preparing in advance!"
That makes sense... Klein nodded and said:
"Would you like to see the ' Wheel of Fortune ' card? Or would you like them to exchange their chips again?"
Will Auceptin sucked his finger and said:
I choose option two.
"..." Klein's expression froze on his face.
At this moment, Will Auceptin laughed:
"Knowing another method means having another trump card, isn't that right?"
"Yes, you're absolutely right..." Klein replied helplessly.
"Okay, when will the transaction be completed?"
Will Auceptin waved his short arms and said:
"Of course, we'll wait until I'm born and have umbilical cord blood!"
"This will likely be in early July, but it could be earlier."
Having said this, he regained his composure and chuckled softly as he spoke:
"If they want to give me the solution in advance, I don't mind."
"Them?" Klein asked instinctively, not understanding why " Mercury Snake " knew it was them, and not just her alone, " Mystery Queen " Bernadette.
Will Auceptin sucked his finger and mumbled:
" Bernadette has long since passed the stage where she needs a drop of Mythical Creature blood; this should be something she prepared for her own subordinates."
"I see... does the ' The Hermit ' lady need?" Klein asked thoughtfully.
"What use is such a drop of Mythical Creature's blood? Is it the main ingredient in some kind of Potion?"
He recalled that a drop of divine blood from the " Eternal Blazing Sun " could be used as the main ingredient in the " Unshadowed " Potion.
"No, would consuming the blood of Mythical Creature Fate other means be suicidal?" Will Auceptin. "I've heard that advancing from Sequence 5 to Sequence 4 in the ' Mystery Pryer ' pathway requires the complete analysis of a drop of Mythical Creature's blood to gain complex and vast knowledge. This is part of the ritual, and because different Mythical Creature blood is used, their expertise at the ' Mystic ' stage will differ upon success."
"So that's how it is... Different methods and Sequence of rituals each have their own characteristics..." Klein said, bowing with a hint of realization.
Thank you for your answer.
Will Auceptin waved his hand and said:
"The greatest gratitude I can receive is for you to stop bothering me and let me be born peacefully!"
Before Klein could respond, He added:
"Giving me that solution won't be a bother!"
After saying that, the black stroller reversed, disappeared into the shadows, and vanished.
Klein watched as the surrounding tower walls collapsed, silently letting out a sigh of relief, preparing to break free and go back to sleep.
Just then, he was startled, realizing that a new force had invaded his dream.
One leaves and another arrives; it's even more lively than during the day! Klein manipulates the dream to change according to his own ideas while pretending to be dazed and looking around.
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