In the empty ward, the faint smell of disinfectant filled the air, and the cold but not biting breeze outside the window blew the plain white that decorated most of the room, making the children sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed in Klein's field of vision even slimmer.
"What are you entrusting to me?"
In any case, Klein could not imagine that a "child" facing the pursuit of angels would need him to help him.
Unless the person the other party is really requesting is the person behind him, the half-body that even the gods have not noticed has revived.
From what he just said, he should know... When he thought of this, Klein's expressionless face finally showed fluctuations, and his eyebrows were squeezed in the middle, indicating the master's mood at this time.
The boy on the hospital bed was still playing with the tarot cards in his hands, cutting and drawing cards flexibly with his chubby fingers, constantly pulling out new divination results, and constantly disrupting his own divination results to calculate the next divination.
"It's a very simple thing. You just need to protect my father and convince him that I was cursed by his former rival who died, so I need to find members of the church to help me exorcise the demon from my body."
"Don't worry, his belief is the goddess of the night, and I will also use my own abilities to create a real 'devil'."
As he said this, the boy, who only wore a thin hospital gown, shrugged his shoulders mischievously, and his big round eyes spoke of the cunning that only belongs to children.
Judging from the trajectory of fate, the gentleman in front of me who is deeply entangled with the fate of the "God of Mystery" and who has also established a connection with that powerful source of essence has a lot of connections with the Church of the Night Goddess and even the goddess herself.
Origin will bring good development.
Sure enough, after this request, which is not difficult for an extraordinary person, was made, a look of thinking appeared on Klein's face. In the boy's view, thinking meant that he needed some time to convince himself that no one in the past thousands of years would
This is what people who think about their proposals do.
"No, I can accept the previous request, but I will not guide your father to contact people from the Goddess Church. At least I will not accompany him to meet with people from the church."
Klein frowned and expressed his decision. The result was completely beyond the boy's expectation.
"Why?"
"These are some of my personal reasons." Faced with the boy's surprised question, Klein averted his eyes.
Of course he didn't want to say that even though he could change his face, he was still worried about being recognized by his former colleagues.
Moreover, he always had an indescribable affection for the Goddess Church, and he was unwilling to have too much contact with them, nor was he willing to get into trouble with the Nighthawks who had been his companions.
Seeing that the other party seemed to be really unwilling to participate in the contact with the Church of the Night Goddess, the boy bit his lip in embarrassment, and the fingers holding the tarot cards stopped flipping them together and mixed them together.
"Then, I will give you some luck, and when the matter is completed successfully, I can do you a favor within my ability. In short, when you contact the Goddess Church, you will not get too involved with them because of the issues you are worried about.
,How about it?"
Although this sounds like a lot of effort, only the boy himself knows how much he will earn if the other party agrees to this condition.
If the Church of the Night can really intervene, then he will have a lot of room for manipulation, and he will not have to take greater risks to restart. A tragic future that has to wait for ten months to conceive and commemorate the period of weakness. Compared with the present, although it is embarrassing, but
At least you can bring out your Sequence 2 strength during the weak period. If there is only a promise of help in between, then you simply shouldn’t make too much money.
"A help?" Under his expectant gaze, Klein showed some interest.
Although he didn't know what level the other party was at, since he was being chased by an angel and he knew the "secret" behind him, he was at least a being that could be called Him.
And luck within a certain period of time... With a slight nod, he expressed his thoughts.
"I need to think about it, but I will help your father get out of danger first. As for what happens next, how should we contact you?"
He wanted to go back and board the gray fog to divine this matter, and see if he could find out anything else from "Secret". Since the other party knew "Secret", and he got himself to his place in such a roundabout way,
At present, this matter is no longer his alone, and there are enough reasons for "Secret" to enter the scene.
As if he had glimpsed what Klein was thinking, the boy suddenly became happy. He pulled out a folded paper crane from under his pillow, and let it fly into the wind like a paper airplane and land on Klein's hand.
superior.
"Use this connection, just put it under your pillow when you sleep, and I will enter your dreams by myself."
Entering a dream?
Klein imagined that scene, hesitated, and put the paper crane into his pocket, pretending to leave.
But when he was about to walk towards the still open door, he suddenly turned back.
"By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is yet. If I don't even know your name, it will probably be difficult to convince your father."
Will, who sat cross-legged on the bed and started playing with tarot cards again, was stunned for a moment, and then said his name with a bright smile.
"Will, my name is Will, you can just call me that."
...
"Detective Moriarty, what do you think?"
The large beige body of Singer Fizik Hospital was getting smaller and smaller behind the two of them. Neville Asceptin, who was afraid that the detective gentleman beside him would regret it, carefully looked at Klein's expression and asked in a low voice.
But this question didn't seem to be heard by Klein. It wasn't until they got on the carriage belonging to Mr. Ausetin that the serious-looking Klein pushed up his glasses and said what he had said since leaving the hospital.
first sentence.
"Unfortunately, Mr. Auceptin, your son is indeed possessed by the devil."
"ah?"
To the neurasthenic Ascetin, these calm words sounded like a judge pronouncing his death sentence. After a brief period of shock and panic, they were replaced by the anger hidden underneath.
"That bastard, what did he do? What did he do to cause such a disaster to his family?"
Of course, he would not completely believe that the reason why he was so unlucky now was because his youngest son was haunted by the devil. Everything he followed Klein to say was to let the Mr. Detective see his thoughts that were similar to his, and try his best to
Keep this detective and keep yourself and your family safe.
"Actually, you shouldn't question your son. I talked with him and he was very obedient. What is really abominable is the villain who put this curse on your son. My suggestion is that you should seek help from the church. Of course
, as long as you do this, I will protect you from the threats of bandits."
Klein still pretended to be the cold-faced detective. Although it was a bit direct, it was very effective in capturing Mr. Auceptin's most urgent wish.
"Of course it's no problem. We can go to the church and pray to the pastor now... Also, what do you think is an appropriate remuneration?" Seeing the hope, Neville Asceptin agreed without hesitation. He usually did this.
You will find the request extremely ridiculous, and at the same time you can be silent for a while before raising another question that you are not that concerned about.
Ever since he was a child, he has never seen anything supernatural!
As the carriage moved slowly, Klein glanced at Mr. Auceptin's elegant formal attire and smiled meaningfully at him.
"Just go with the going price."
............
In a bar on the outskirts of Bayam.
In the bar hall filled with the salty smell of the sea breeze, a tall lady with blond hair and blue eyes was sitting alone on a high stool, tasting a glass of watered-down Lerranzi.
She was wearing a smart lady's formal dress that was inconsistent with the environment here. The folded collar of her dark blue coat was vaguely dotted with patterns of waves and thunder, indicating this lady's faith.
If it were placed on Loen's social scene or in a club in the city, it would not seem unusual for a beauty who, although not very beautiful, has an extremely outstanding temperament to occupy a seat alone and drink too much. But here is
Bayam is the "City of Generosity" and the "City of Pirates". In a city where most men act recklessly, and in a bar where pirates gather, no one like this young lady came forward to strike up a conversation.
It's a miracle.
However, if you zoom out a little further, you will see several muscular men lying under the high chair where the young lady is sitting, including many pirate captains named on the bounty order.
This seemed to explain quite simply why she had been sitting here for so long and no one came to talk to her. Even the people sitting around her didn't dare to say anything.
"Lily!"
Suddenly, a sound that sounded very burly broke the strange calm in the bar. Many pirates who were silently holding their wine glasses looked at the sound, only to see a skinny little old man running towards here with quick steps.
come over.
He has neatly styled white hair, and the corners of his dark blue Storm Bishop robe are swinging in the wind. The waves embroidered with gold and silver threads look like an active sea from a distance, with undulating waves.
"Teacher, what's wrong with you?" Even though she drank a large glass of Relenzi, the sides of Lily Melody's cheeks were still fair and her eyes were clear.
In the eyes of many pirates who were either probing or avoiding, the mere mention of his attire would make many people tremble with fear. The old man stopped in his tracks and glanced at the knocked-out pirates on the ground with disgust, barely concealing his disgust.
Then he said:
"There was some news from the rebels just now."
He didn't seem to care about the kingdom's order that the local indigenous resistance forces must be called rebels uniformly. Instead, he winked and hinted at something to his students.
Seeing the teacher's funny wink, Lily, who had drunk some wine after all, was stunned for a moment before she realized what she was doing. A teasing smile appeared on her upright face little by little.
"It seems that we are quite destined."
She kicked away the pirates who were blocking her way, followed her teacher, and left the unusually quiet bar in front of everyone, with no intention of exchanging rewards for those unlucky ones.
The little pirate with more than two hundred pounds and the "Lieutenant General of Disease", although they were Storm Cultists, she could still tell which one was more valuable.