"The customs of the Southern Continent are really different from ours," Audrey said, glancing down at the feathered hat ornament inside the gift box. "But it still suits my aesthetic perfectly."
Her next sentence was half sincere and half polite. On the one hand, she genuinely thought the processed feather was like a work of art, but on the other hand, she felt its style was too obvious and extreme, not the kind she liked to use as an accessory.
This is similar to how many people, when visiting ancient ruins, are interested in and praise things with unique shapes and mysterious patterns, but rarely buy similar items to display at home or as decorations.
Upon hearing this, Klein smiled and said:
"There are actually significant differences among the various folk customs of the Southern Continent. The customs of West Balam are almost completely different from those of the Highlands and Valleys. Of course, they also have things in common, such as the veneration of gold and the belief that this metal possesses magical powers."
At this point, he pointed to the feather in Audrey's hand and said:
"Legend has it that those who wear this hat will receive the protection of the Feathered Serpent, also known as ' Death '."
He was Psychological Suggestion at the hidden purpose of the feather.
Audrey, who was already a " Spectator " in Sequence 6, easily understood the hidden meaning in Mr. World's words and realized that the hat could get a response from the so-called " Death " at a crucial moment and play a certain role.
As for the specifics of how to do it, that falls under the basics of mysticism, which Audrey has a very solid grasp of, so Mr. Dawn Dantès doesn't need to explain it further.
She smiled faintly, without showing her teeth:
"I really like it, and I'll wear it on my hat on appropriate occasions."
"Not bad, it's so easy talking to the ' Spectator '..." Klein smiled back, pointing to the door as he said:
There are still some gifts to give out.
"You're the most popular person here today," Audrey replied with a smile, expressing her gratitude in a subtle way.
At the same time, she was a little troubled, hesitating whether to find an opportunity now to tell Mr. "World," who was involved in the Caron suicide case and was quite interested in and concerned about Herabergen Rambis's matter.
Hmm, it's almost Monday, let's save this for the Tarot Club, then we can communicate more easily... Perfect timing, I also need to ask Mr. " The Hanged Man " and Ms. " The Hermit " for advice on how to handle the current situation, especially how to guard against Psychological Suggestion and Hypnosis from High-Sequence powerful individuals. After all, it's not always possible to pray to Mr. " The Fool " beforehand and receive the Angel's blessing... Thinking about it carefully, that kind of Hypnosis is really terrifying. You'll unconsciously do what they say without even realizing it... Audrey's thoughts were like boiling water, bubbling and gurgling.
This led her to suspect that many people in Backlund's high society had been Hypnosis and had acted against their true thoughts and desires.
In addition, she vaguely understood something:
Every time my father and mother attended Mass at Saint Samuel Cathedral, the person in charge of presiding over the ceremony was always Archbishop Backlund, and the person who could hold this position was undoubtedly Demigod of the Church of Evernight!
Sometimes, His Excellency the Archbishop would even visit our home and chat with us... Was he on guard against something like this? So, that's Herabergen Rambis didn't go too far with my Hypnosis? Audrey watched Dawn Dantès leave her office, casually closed the door, sat down again, picked up a pen, and unconsciously scribbled on a piece of paper.
When she came to her senses, the white paper in front of her was covered with intertwined circles, a pair of cold eyes, and a face with distorted lines.
With just a glance, Audrey tensed up and quickly used the friction between her Spirituality and matter to ignite the white paper, burning it to ashes.
The scribbles she just made reflect, to some extent, her true emotions and thoughts!
For a qualified " Psychiatrist," interpreting similar drawings is a basic skill, so Audrey did not leave any traces.
After a while, Klein finished delivering the gifts, chatted with several directors separately for a bit, then went into the room where he, as a part-time director, rested. He found paper and pen, sat on the sofa, and began to write a letter:
"Dear Mr. Azik..."
Back in the Southern Continent, Klein wrote a letter about Adam getting "0-08" and how he, Leonard, Daly successfully avenged Ince Zangwill then summoned a messenger by blowing a bronze whistle and sent the letter to the sleeping Mr. Azik. Unsurprisingly, he has yet to receive a reply.
As for the mention of Adam and "0-08" in the letter, Klein didn't care at all. Anyway, that " Angel of Imagination " must know about his relationship with Mr. Azik, and sharing things that happened with acquaintances wouldn't provoke any strong reactions.
This time, Klein's letter did not touch upon the realm of the extraordinary. With a smile and gentle strokes, he shared in detail the charitable educational assistance he had just learned from Audrey and other board members, and concluded by saying:
"... This is truly a meaningful thing. I feel satisfied and happy. Mr. Azik, do you feel the same way?"
"When you wake up, perhaps you can try doing something similar. Each time you are resurrected, you will see the children you helped. At that time, even if you don't remember them, they will surely remember you..."
After finishing writing and putting away the pen, Klein read it carefully again to make sure there were no problems before blowing the bronze whistle to summon the skeletal messenger and take the letter away.
Then, accompanied by his personal servant Enuni, he left the " Loen Charity Bursary Foundation " and went to the nearby Saint Samuel Cathedral, where he silently prayed for a quarter of an hour in the dark and quiet main prayer hall.
As usual, Klein went to the offering box and put in a wad of cash, totaling £80.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, he found Bishop Electra, chatted with him for a while, and listened to his sermon.
This heralds Dawn Dantès' return to the realm of religious social interaction.
As for the gifts, Klein did not give them in person, since this was inside the goddess's church. In private, the butler Walter would naturally deliver the items to the homes of several bishops on his behalf.
During afternoon tea, as planned, Klein left 160 Böklund Street to visit Doctor. Allen Richardson had already informed him in the morning and received a positive response.
This time, Klein not only met Doctor. Allen Kreis, but also his wife Wilma Greattis, as well as their newborn baby and his older siblings.
"What a pity I couldn't participate, uh..." Klein paused deliberately, waiting for Wilna Greattis to respond with a smile, " Will."
He reorganized his thoughts and said:
"It's a pity that I went to East Balam and couldn't attend Will's birth party."
"This is a popular amulet there; it's believed to bring good luck to children."
As he spoke, he handed the gold jewelry in his hand to Doctor. Allen.
Allen Kreis wasn't a very eloquent person, so he didn't refuse, but simply accepted it and nodded, saying:
"Thanks."
Then, he grasped the rope, lowered the golden amulet into the baby carriage beside him, and shook it, saying:
" Will, do you like it?"
The chubby baby wrapped in silver silk raised its arm, swung it, and sent the golden amulet flying with a snap.
It was fired...
The atmosphere in the living room became a little awkward. Klein chuckled, breaking the silence:
"This is a common reaction among children."
At this moment, a maid brought in a three-tiered tray with afternoon tea snacks, allowing the guests and hosts to smoothly change the subject and restore a harmonious atmosphere.
While drinking black tea and eating snacks, Klein talked about the various peculiar customs of West Balam, which greatly interested the Allen and their two other children, who would occasionally ask questions.
During this process, Klein suddenly turned his face towards the stroller and asked with a smile:
You don't seem to like my gift?
As he asked his question, the Allen and everyone else in the living room remained completely attentive, showing no signs of distress.
The story continues within the Illusion world created by Klein!
Upon hearing this Will Auceptin, with his chubby arms, snorted and said in a childish voice:
What is the significance of this gift?
"Why don't you just send me 'Guadal'? At least I can still drink it!"
Klein smiled and shook his head, then said:
"I have news for you: Ouroboros has been wounded by someone and will likely be unable to continue searching for you for some time."
He didn't dare Adam's name or title, and didn't even think about it much, fearing that the leader of the Hermits of Fate would notice and discover the whereabouts of " Snake of Fate " Will Auceptin.
As for the description of the Amon brothers, Klein also temporarily abandoned it, because no one knew whether Amon was still in Backlund, and frequently mentioning the name of this " Angel of Time " might lead to Fate encounter.
However, Klein believed that Will Auceptin should be able to guess who injured the " Angel of Fate," since only Adam and Amon were still active in the real world and held slightly higher status Ouroboros.
The description he used was "a certain one," which rules out the possibility of several Great Angel attacking or the use of a level 0 Sealed Artifact.
Will Auceptin paused for a moment and then said:
"I knew it! In the long run, this shift in your Fate is a good thing."
After exchanging this information, Klein was about to dispel the Illusion when he suddenly heard Will Auceptin mutter:
"Oh dear, I suddenly crave 'Guadal' tea, preferably with some ice."
"This kind of drink isn't good for children!" Klein interrupted the Illusion with a serious expression and reached out to pick up one of the ice cream cups that the maid had just brought over.
Then, under the watchful eyes of Allen and Wilma, he scooped up a piece of ice cream with a silver spoon and smiled as he teased the child:
Will, do you want some?
"Want some?"
Mrs. Wilma chuckled and said:
" Will doesn't like to eat this."
As soon as she finished speaking, Klein put the ice cream from the silver spoon into his mouth.
"Wow!"
The baby inside the stroller cried loudly.