In the predominantly white ward, Alan Kress stared at the uninvited guest alertly, and quietly moved himself in front of the young patient, blocking himself between the two.
Since this unlucky child was admitted to the hospital, even his parents rarely visited him. In addition, he recently heard from his colleagues that the child's father was being entangled by some not-so-good people.
He had to be wary of this stranger who suddenly arrived.
"Sherlock Moriarty, I am the detective hired by Mr. Neville Asceptin to protect him from recent harassment by lawless elements." Klein smiled kindly, but his eyes still stayed on Allen.
On the calf of the child behind the doctor.
"By the way, Mr. Neville is also outside now. Of course, he has been feeling a little unwell recently, so I am the only one coming in."
Listening to Klein's vague hints, even the usually prim and serious Allen could hear the intention to avoid suspicion in the other person's words.
He glanced at the boy blocked behind him tangledly, and found that this tiger-headed little guy was looking at him with big watery eyes, and was playing with the Tarot that he couldn't take out of his hands.
cards, with obvious excitement in his eyes.
Sigh... Even if his parents don't really take him to heart, they will still feel happy from the bottom of their hearts after hearing that their father finally came to the hospital to "see" him for a while. What a poor child.
With a silent sigh, Allen knelt down for a moment, comforted the boy sitting on the bed a few words, then passed by Klein and walked out of the room.
The door to the ward is still open.
A very competent doctor... His inspiration was suddenly touched. Klein, who instinctively turned off his spiritual vision, withdrew his gaze and his expression gradually became serious.
Just after the only ordinary person in the room left, he felt an inexplicable fluctuation, and at the same time, his spiritual intuition started to alarm, causing him to subconsciously exit the state of spiritual vision.
He had only encountered this feeling before when facing the breath of the true Creator.
But the feeling this child gave me was far from that level, at least it didn't make me want to surrender just by being close... Klein thoughtfully turned on the "substitute" silently, ready to jump through the flames at any time.
Stay away from here.
Although this may cause a commotion in the hospital and expose his identity as an extraordinary person, it is nothing compared to the weirdness in front of him.
"Actually, I don't recommend that you use the magician's extraordinary methods here, as that will easily attract the attention of MI9." The child with the horrible sarcoma on his left calf glanced at Klein's right hand and curled his lips.
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"Why do you say that?" Thanks to the ability of "Joker", Klein did not lose control of his expression. Instead, he still had the original natural expression of calm interspersed with a faint smile, and his cane moved to his left hand.
He maintained his apparent composure, and his right hand, which had seen through his tricks, was immediately smeared with the Azik bronze whistle that he had always kept in his coat pocket.
If there is really any danger, this copper whistle must be more aware of it than myself!
Under his gaze, the child on the hospital bed turned around and sat cross-legged towards him. The tarot cards in his hands were spread out in front of him, with different positive and negative cards.
"Although I don't know how much you know, Backlund has been really dangerous recently, so at this time I am more grateful to Ourolius for inflicting this injury on me, giving me a suitable reason to hide in the hospital.
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"But I don't know if that stupid snake has forgotten that this is a society ruled by law. He actually took the initiative to bring bad luck to me. As a result, a criminal who was paroled by MI9 for medical treatment lived next door to me. Now there are several annoying people every day.
Agents are surrounding this place."
While muttering in his sleep mixed with various strange words, he flipped through the tarot cards in front of him.
Snap.
A gust of wind blew by. Not just lucky or unlucky, the two cards were rolled to the ground, overlapping and face up, facing the direction of Klein.
"The Fool" and "Wheel of Fortune."
"Thank you for your reminder... However, I think I still don't quite understand what you want to say. After all, there are some words in what you said that I have never heard of."
"For example, who is Ourolius?" Klein spoke with a slight pause, his face expressionless.
Although he did not understand the general outline of the matter just now, he captured a harsh word - Him!
Although he didn't know that only the child with an abnormality in his left calf would be related to angels from the spiritual perspective, this word alone was enough to make Klein tense up and deal with it.
Why have I been dealing with this level of existence lately?
Under the focus of his inquiring eyes, the little boy sitting on the bed opened his mouth bit by bit, and his round eyes moved around, constantly passing over Klein, vowing to look at him from head to toe.
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"I must have read it right, this feeling..." the boy muttered to himself in a very low voice.
Although the destiny is different, the gray figure with mixed blue and black is a sign he will never mistake!
Did He fall while I was being chased by the stupid snake?
It's impossible. I just contacted Her Majesty the Queen some time ago. If this gentleman dies, the Queen will definitely contact me.
With an incredible look, the little boy took another look at the "middle-aged man" in front of him, and picked up the tarot cards scattered on the bed without believing in evil. At the same time, the two cards on the ground were also lucky enough to be blown by the wind.
Just within his reach.
Snap.
Two more tarot cards fell. The first one was still "The Fool", but the second one became the ending card - "The World".
"So it's like this..." The little boy, whose emotions suddenly became complicated, withdrew an ugly smile. The corners of his mouth drooped, and there was a hint of resentment in his eyes as he looked at Klein.
So who is going to tell me what happened... Klein, who had just watched the child in front of him perform a one-man show, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
It seemed that he found that neither his inspiration nor Azik's copper spoon sounded the alarm again. He carefully looked at the open door and saw Mr. Neville and the doctor outside the door still dealing with each other. There was no one around.
Noticed the drama in the house.
"So, can you answer the question I just asked, for example, who is Ourolius?" After a brief silence, Klein decided to ask his original question.
"Well, to put it simply, that stupid snake is the most powerful angel under the True Creator. You should know the relationship between the True Creator and that person, right?" As if he had confirmed something, the boy became cryptic when speaking.
Covering it up, at the end of the sentence, as if worried that someone could eavesdrop, he made a few gestures with his hands.
The most powerful angel under the True Creator?
Klein searched for all the information in his mind, but found that his impression of the Aurora Society seemed to only focus on the tragedy caused by Lanerwus, and he did not have a deep understanding of them themselves.
Maybe I can ask Mr. A. He should be happy to tell me, the “chosen person,” about the glory of God.
"I know."
Facing the little boy, Klein did not say clearly who "that" was, but he still glanced at the "Fool" card on the ground without leaving any trace.
"I knew it was not in vain this time." Seeing that the last glimmer of hope in front of him was not shattered, the little boy sighed exaggeratedly, then corrected his attitude and revealed his true purpose.
"Anyway, my father went back to find you because I used some roundabout methods to allow you to come to me."
"In other words, the real client now is actually me."
............
"City of Generosity" Bayam, Blue Mountain Island.
On the dark blue and almost black plane, the black sails floating on the distant sea level slowly approached. A long and narrow sampan was lowered from the ship. Three ladies with different figures and appearances used the thin wooden board to sail.
Set foot on land controlled by local resistance forces.
"Good morning, dear friend." On the simple dock made of logs, a strong man with many blue sea snake patterns on his body greeted the guests who had just arrived. There was no trace of a smile in the curvature of his mouth when he withdrew abruptly.
The arrogant guy... controlled the sampan to move forward. The maid who got off first was about to fight back impulsively, but she saw her captain standing in front of her at some point and met the strong man.
Sight.
"Thank you for your help. I will definitely repay this friendship."
With a pale face and a hint of fatigue in her heroic eyebrows, Tracy stood in front of her two "crew members" and ignored the other's harsh tone.
Damn it, if I hadn’t encountered those dogs from the Church of Storms after escaping from the pursuit of Loen’s military... Although there was a faint anger burning in her chest, she still had to stay rational and deal with what she was seeing.
Savage and bloody natives.
"very good."
He glanced at the three women in front of him again. The man with blue tattoos covering most of his skin turned his head away, looked in the direction of the Governor's Palace and said:
"Then please take your subordinates and leave now. As promised in advance, we will allow you to take refuge here and even take in your ship, but you must leave our territory immediately."
His Loen was spoken very well, although there were some minor grammatical errors, but from the accent, it seemed that it was impossible to tell that this was Loen spoken by a native.
After hearing the news, the maid who was stopped by Tracy just now was about to have another attack, but looking at the unwavering back of the captain and the red-haired woman standing side by side with the same calm face, she could only bury her angrily.
head.
"Okay." Tracy took a deep breath and accepted the result calmly. In her blue eyes, which usually seemed to have surging waves, now there was only incomparable calm.
Under the slightly surprised gaze of the indigenous leader, she took the only two crew members she cared about, took over the coats with local characteristics, and walked away.
The figures of the three women walked further and further until they disappeared at the end of the white-lit horizon. Only then did the ferocious tattooed leader of the indigenous army retract his gaze. He prayed under the sun and recited an awkward Elvish incantation.
"The great sea god Kavituwa, a powerful man with extraordinary abilities, has landed on Blue Mountain Island..."
After waiting for a moment, his devout expression of admiration was finally broken, and a touch of disappointment flashed across his cloudy green eyes.
"Admiral Sickness is not the person in the prophecy. God, when will we receive the prophecy of the sacrificer? When will your servants be able to sacrifice your lost treasure to you...