Upon hearing Klein's question, the baby wrapped in silver silk raised its chubby arms and spread them out to the sides, saying:
"There's nothing I can do, I'm still in my mother's tummy!"
"Although that origami crane can no longer write, it can still help me locate you. I'll let you know if anything happens!"
Klein had anticipated Will Auceptin's response, and without changing his posture or smile, he explained:
"The origami crane is a little damaged, so I think the tracking might be faulty."
He then offered his advice:
"Perhaps this is possible: after you are born, summon my messenger to write to me."
He was worried that something unusual might happen when Will Auceptin was born, forcing the " Snake of Fate " to move to another place in the body of an infant, and then they would really lose contact.
Inside the black stroller, Will Auceptin opened his mouth, then closed it again, offering no response for a moment.
After several seconds, the baby finally spoke with a slight pursing of its lips:
Do you think this is realistic?
"Not only do you want a newborn baby to write you a letter, but you also want to arrange a ceremony and summon a messenger?"
Klein chuckled dryly and said:
"But you are the ' Snake of Fate '."
"But we must respect the laws of nature!" Will Auceptin swung his arm and patted the mat next to him.
The baby immediately thought for a moment and said:
"Here's what we'll do: have someone keep an eye on this place, and report back to you immediately if a baby is born."
Klein's eyes darted left and right as he said:
"Alright."
In this regard, he has too many "people" he can turn to. He can hire gang members through Sharron and use messengers to deliver messages. Emlyn White can ask Miss Hugh, the bounty Hunter, to help him. The results can be reported to "World" Gehrman Sparrow by Miss " The Magician " Gehrman Sparrow can also ask " Magic Mirror " Arrodes to keep an eye on the surrounding area and report the situation through one-way communication.
However, Emlyn has a very keen sense of smell; who knows if he could smell the umbilical cord blood outside the house, or even discern its nature... If that's the case, it might give him a shock similar to seeing Mythical Creature, lowering his sanity, causing him to go insane, and leading to physical mutations... Taking advantage of the fact that Will Auceptin's stroller hadn't yet retreated into the shadows, Klein hurriedly asked again:
"I have a friend, um, teacher, whom I haven't been able to contact for a long time. Could you help me see what his current Fate?"
His name is Azik Eggers.
Since Mr. Azik had not replied, Klein was inevitably a little worried. He had previously used the copper whistle to perform Divination above the Gray Fog, but he could only see a quiet and deep darkness and hear one long and drawn-out breath after another, unable to interpret what such a dream meant.
Will Aucess sucked his thumb and said:
"Being in a state of change can be a good thing or a bad thing; we can only see the extent to which this is true, because there's something special about your teacher."
Something special? Directly derived from the divinity of the Death? A changed state? Does this mean Mr. Azik has regained more of his memories and is once again restoring his strength through slumber? Klein bowed thoughtfully and said:
Thank you for your answer.
Will Auceptin immediately turned his head and looked to the side.
Klein thought for a moment and then offered a reminder:
"As far as I know, ' The Blasphemer ' Amon has arrived in Backlund, though it's most likely an avatar."
Will Auceptin paused for a moment, then chuckled:
"This is bad for you, but quite good for me. Amon and that stupid serpent Ouroboros are absolute enemies—no, to be more precise, He hates the ' True Creator ' and is always thinking of dragging him down from his divine throne, while Ouroboros is loyal to that evil god."
After saying this, the black stroller retreated back into the shadows in the mirror, and everything returned to normal.
Amon hates the " True Creator "? I'm increasingly suspicious that the " True Creator " is one of the participants in devouring the Ancient The Sun God, the pitch-black baby at the center of the Angel of Storm, Angel of Pure White, and Angel of Wisdom... Klein sighed, took two steps forward, turned on the tap, and washed his hands.
It was evening inside the East Balam Veteran Officers Club.
Klein didn't immediately see Calvin's donkey-faced face. After placing the suitcase containing 10,000 gold pounds in the heavy safe, he followed Councilor Macht and began enjoying the buffet offered by this top-tier club.
This place features specialties from the Southern Continent, including cheese bread made from tapioca flour, ice cream drizzled with purple raspberry juice, a mixed seafood chowder seasoned with coconut milk and palm oil, beef offal stewed with pepper, tomatoes, and onions, hagati bacon, Paz Valley mixed chowder, as well as fried pork cutlets and grilled squid.
Compared to other places, the ingredients used here are of very high quality, and the taste is also authentic Southern Continent style. Klein was quite satisfied with the meal. If it weren't for the need to maintain his image, he felt that a bite of Hagati iron roast meat and a bite of purple raspberry ice cream would be incredibly enjoyable.
Sure enough, I prefer stronger flavors... What satisfied me most today was the aperitif. If Senator Macht hadn't casually mentioned it, I would have thought it was a light-tasting fruit juice... Two lemon slices were steeped in the pale golden liquid, with a few crushed ice cubes. It was sweet with a hint of tartness, completely devoid of alcohol, refreshing and cool, instantly taking away the body's heat... Klein placed the napkin on the plate, savoring the enjoyment he had just experienced.
At that moment, Congressman Macht returned from the restroom, smiling as he leaned down and whispered in Dawn Dantès ' ear:
"That room from before."
"Okay." Klein got up and went to the room with the safe to retrieve a small leather suitcase containing 10,000 gold pounds before heading to the living room where he had met Calvin twice before.
Calvin, with his donkey-like face, was already waiting there Dawn Dantès's hand, smiled, and stood up, saying:
You are a truly proactive gentleman.
"I really admire this attitude towards work."
As he spoke, he extended his right hand and shook Dawn Dantès were graying.
Klein then handed the small leather suitcase to the other person, smiling modestly:
"As a businessman, if you can't be decisive and swift when you see a great money-making opportunity, it only means that you're not suited for this profession."
Calvin sat down again, and in front of Dawn Dantès and Senator Macht, opened his small suitcase and roughly counted the neatly arranged bundles of banknotes.
He quickly completed the confirmation, closed the box, raised his head, and looked at Dawn Dantès.
Do you have any further thoughts on the specific details of the transaction?
Klein deliberately made it seem like he was organizing his thoughts, pausing for a few seconds before saying:
"I'd like to go to the Southern Continent, to West Balam, soon."
Seeing that Colonel Calvin and Senator Macht both showed a degree of surprise, he added:
"Some things are not suitable to do when carrying a lot of weapons, and advance preparation is essential to ensure the smooth progress of the transaction."
"Hehe, I have to take this seriously; it's a deal worth tens of thousands of pounds."
"My plan is this: I'll go to West Balam first, contact the customers who need the goods, and resolve any obvious obstacles. Then, at the agreed time, I'll contact you by telegram to pick up the goods at the East Balam border."
Colonel Calvin pondered for a moment and said:
"After June 20th, you can send me a telegram. I'll give you the specific information later. In short, once I receive the telegram, I will immediately notify the officers there to bring the person who provided the agreed-upon code and password to the warehouse."
"Hmm... Do you need any support personnel to provide protection during this period? When do you plan to leave?"
I just want to go to West Balam and find a place without the Rose School of Thought to stay; I'll leave everything else to Danitz... When do we leave? Of course, I'd like to leave and arrive today, but that would raise suspicion... Klein considered for two seconds and said:
"Not for now. In some parts of the Southern Continent, such support personnel could be a major cause of conflict. Don't worry, I have many friends in West Balam. As long as I'm not carrying any valuables, my safety is guaranteed."
"As for when to go, my answer is, the sooner the better."
Calvin thought for nearly a minute, then slowly nodded and said:
"I'll send someone to pick you up after dinner tomorrow. The military has an airship that needs to transport supplies and personnel to Desi Bay, and from there it's very close to the Southern Continent by boat. If all goes well, it should only take two or three days. Even if Storm blocks some routes and some detours are necessary, we should still arrive within a week."
"Thank you." Klein rose and bowed sincerely.
In his view, leaving Backlund with the military was a safe enough option that wouldn't arouse suspicion.
After discussing some more details, Klein rose to take his leave and returned to the hall with Congressman Macht to prepare to depart.
Inside the hall, near the buffet table, nearly ten men, some in military uniforms and others in civilian clothes, were gathered, each holding a glass of wine, laughing and talking about recent rumors.
Klein glanced at the group and suddenly felt that one of the figures looked familiar.
The man was over 1.85 meters tall but under 1.9 meters. He had slightly long arms, his legs were slightly turned outwards, and his shoulders were unusually broad, making his black suit look rather tight.
This is... Klein's thoughts raced, and his mind suddenly tensed as he remembered the source of the familiarity:
This is the Demigod who met " Mad Captain " Qonas that night!
That Demigod, suspected of serving a faction within the royal family, and orchestrating human trafficking!
Although the High-Sequence powerhouse was wearing a black cloak at the time, interfering with the Divination and concealing his appearance, Klein remembered his physical characteristics.
This is the " Faceless's" special skill!
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