The mirror on Klein's pillow instantly emitted a flowing, radiant light, and countless silver specks of light wriggled and coalesced to form corresponding Loen language:
"Supreme and great master, your faithful and humble servant Arrodes is always ready to serve you!"
Klein stood by the bed, looked in the mirror, and asked calmly:
Where exactly is the Antigonus Family Notebook located behind the Chanis Gate of Saint Samuel Cathedral?
He needed to confirm the location in advance so that he could head straight for his target, complete the plan in the shortest possible time, and thus avoid any unexpected events.
On the mirror's surface, the silver words Distortion and reformed into a line of text:
"It's a Level 1 Sealed Artifact, located in the second layer, on the right side. I can't see it any more clearly now."
Klein hummed in agreement.
"It's your turn to ask a question."
Arrodes immediately caused the silver words on the mirror to dissipate, revealing the problem again in the shimmering light:
Is there anything else you need?
If he were in a normal state, Klein would definitely have clicked his tongue in disapproval, but his highly tense state of mind allowed him to only nod and say:
"Watch my illusions as before, and deal with unexpected situations."
"Yes, Master! Magic Mirror!" Arrodes responded without hesitation, then added, "I will, I will control my instincts. I swear to you, the Great Ruler Above the Spirit World!"
Klein nodded slightly, took two steps forward, and let Dawn Dantès ' image be reflected in the mirror.
The image grew clearer and larger, eventually becoming as real as reality.
After making a few adjustments, Klein laid the mannequin on the bed, where it appeared to be asleep.
At that moment, he noticed Dawn Dantès turn his head, give him a fawning smile, and simultaneously pull the blanket up with both hands.
"..." Klein didn't speak, transforming into the cold-faced, crazed adventurer Gehrman Sparrow, while simultaneously making the " Creeping Hunger " still on his left palm suddenly transparent.
His figure quickly faded, " Travel " to the other end of Phelps Street, where Saint Samuel Cathedral is located, and then walking to the square where flocks of pigeons fly during the day, hiding in a dark corner.
After a while, a group of believers who were attending the evening mass came out of the church. Soon after, several servants left the church with various odds and ends and went to the garbage cans placed in the side alley. A group of people then cleaned up the excrement at the carriage parking area.
Just then, one of the servants suddenly shuddered, then lowered his head and began cleaning diligently, even moving very dutifully towards the square, seemingly to deal with the debris there, and gradually walked further and further away, into the shadows.
When the other servants stopped paying attention to him, a hand suddenly took shape, as if reaching out from the void, and grabbed his shoulder, causing his figure to fade and disappear.
Klein " Travel " directly to a two-bedroom apartment in a cheap apartment building in the East Borough. He had changed his appearance several days in advance and " Teleportation " there to rent the place.
The " Traveler " ability is so convenient, the only problem is that every time you want to use it, a pirate has to sacrifice his life... Klein relieved his tension by thinking to himself, while he made the servant lie down on the bed, and then took out a thin metal test tube and tossed it to him.
The servant caught the bottle precisely, pulled out the cork, and gulped down the sleeping potion inside. He fell asleep within seconds, and the figure of the " Wraith " Senor, wearing an old tricorn hat and a dark red coat, appeared beside him.
Klein scrutinized the servants on the bed, his body suddenly going limp, as if he had turned into a mushy monster.
However, he did not collapse into a heap; he merely swayed slightly, instantly shrinking by 15 centimeters. His skin darkened, and his facial features shifted, quickly transforming him into the appearance of that servant.
By this time, Senor had already stripped the servant completely naked.
Without wasting any time, Klein quickly changed into the clothes and moved the metal cigarette case and other items over.
He picked up the broom, examined it thoroughly, and after confirming there were no problems, he let Senor return to the gold coin. He then lowered his left arm, spread his five fingers, and watched the " Creeping Hunger " spread out with an indescribable transparency.
Teleportation back to the shadows in the corner of the square, Klein bent down and began carefully cleaning the ground. He then moved step by step toward the servants who were still busy at work, but kept a certain distance to avoid being approached and increasing the risk of being exposed.
About 15 minutes later, the servants, having finished their work, gathered together, entered the Saint Samuel Cathedral, and turned to the side.
"I'm so tired," a servant said, stretching his arms as he moved away from the priests.
Klein feigned exhaustion and seemed too tired to chat, nodding and remaining silent without participating in the conversation.
Soon, they returned to the servants' quarters, which consisted of two relatively large rooms with several bunk beds, each with a wooden cabinet and chests beside it.
Klein was momentarily at a loss, unsure whether to go left or right.
Fortunately, he was a " Seer," a kind of Beyonder or the mystical, and could rely entirely on Spirituality intuition. Moreover, he was holding a broom, so he pretended to slip up and secretly performed a " Dowsing," receiving the revelation that he should go to the right.
Entering the room on the right, Klein deliberately lingered a couple of beats, observing the other servants' actions. Then, imitating them, he placed the broom behind the door and went to the communal washroom outside to wash his face, rinse his mouth, and wash his feet.
By the time he slowly finished setting things up, his bed was already visible, the one that hadn't been occupied yet.
Lying on the bed, Klein finally felt a little relieved and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
The servants were all exhausted and soon fell asleep, their snores filling the air.
Klein remained conscious, and with minimal movement, removed the " Creeping Hunger," folded it into a small piece, and stuffed it into the iron cigarette case, placing it alongside the Azik Copper Whistle and the " Senor Gold Coin."
Time ticked by, but he was too tense to fall asleep and could only force himself to sleep for a few hours through " Cogitation ".
Waking up at a predetermined time, Klein released the " Wraith " Senor.
The Marionette's cold and indifferent aura quickly merged with the surrounding environment; the " Spirit Body Threads " collapsed inward, gradually forming a deep black expanse, with no longer any origin.
"It can even Manipulation..." Klein nodded almost imperceptibly, guiding the " Wraith " to the staircase leading from the inner guard to the upper level, using the stained glass windows high above and the smooth stone tiles on the ground.
He believed that if Senor hadn't already been corrupted and mistaken for one of their own by the Chanis Gate, it would have already provoked a reaction and been purged.
How could a Wraith spirit move freely inside the cathedral of the Church of God!
It was precisely because of the "default" seal on the core and the interference of the Paper Angel that the Spirituality of the Demigod archbishop residing somewhere in this church remained untouched!
Step by step, they reached the second floor. Using their sense of the corrosive aura, the " Wraith " Senor, whose form had been concealed, moved to the left under Klein's Manipulation and found the area where the internal guards lived.
Tomorrow is Monday... This Monday should be the shift of the first internal guard I met... Klein had already figured out the shift schedule, letting the " Wraith " in the dark red coat quietly pass through the wooden door and drift into different rooms to identify the target.
Since there were only a few people, he quickly found the old man with loose facial skin, a large nose, thinning hair, and a frosty complexion.
The " Wraith " Senor immediately took out a metal test tube containing a sleeping potion, placed it aside, and then possessed the inner guard before he could notice anything!
Before the sleeping inner guardian could awaken and put up a fight, he lost control of his body. He could only barely open his gray-blue eyes and see himself struggling to pick up the metal test tube next to him, pull out the soft stopper, and gulp down the liquid inside.
His body began to tremble uncoordinated and abnormally, as if a fierce internal struggle was taking place. A full minute passed before he slowly softened, closed his eyes again, and entered a dreamless slumber.
Having done all this, the " Wraith " Senor left the body of the inner guardian, and once again used various "mirrors" to jump back to the servants' living area, and then directly entered Klein's body.
Klein immediately exuded a cold, deathly, and indifferent aura, making it seem difficult even to make an expression.
He slowly got up, silently left the servants' room, and walked through the shadows and murals where the Moonlight couldn't reach, step by step, up to the second floor and into the target room.
Standing by the bed, Klein, who looked like a servant, suddenly grew taller, his hair thinning and turning white, and his nose appearing slightly larger.
In just a few seconds, he became exactly like the internal guard who had taken sleeping pills, even his aura was indistinguishable.
After changing into the black coat of the clergyman next to him, Klein moved the clothes of the internal guards and servants in front of him under the bed, lay down, and began to calculate the time in his mind.
At 5:30 a. m., he got up early, ate the white bread he had prepared the night before, drank a glass of water, and quietly looked out the window.
As dawn broke, Klein maintained his expressionless demeanor, opened the Door Opening, went down to the first floor, and followed the route he had initially grasped, turning left.
After walking for a while, he unsurprisingly saw a pastor.
This was based on the experience of a former Nighthawks, so Klein wasn't worried about not finding a way out.
The priest stood outside the secret door leading to the underground area, raised his right hand, and tapped his chest four times clockwise, saying:
May the goddess bless you.
"Praise the goddess," Klein responded in a low, husky voice, also drawing a Crimson Moon.
Without stopping, he walked past the pastor and, illuminated by the lights on both sides, climbed the steps one by one until he reached the crossroads.
Based on his understanding of the surrounding geography, Klein believed that turning right would take him away from the church and lead him to a security company or other organization disguised as the " Nighthawks." Therefore, he turned left without hesitation.
Just then, he saw a man wearing Red Gloves walking towards him.
The man, with his dark hair and green eyes, striking good looks, and casual attire, was none other than Leonard Mitchell.
PS1: I recommend a book by a fellow reader, "The Vampire Girl's Journey to Nien".
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