"It's not a good time to meet Will Asceptin lately..."
The citrine slowly rotated in the forward direction. Klein put away the silver chain skillfully. After simply packing it up, he walked to the bedroom on the second floor.
It's not a good time to meet recently... I don't know how Will Asceptin plans to hand over the remaining reward to me. The suggestion given by "Secret" is to ask him to help me make a charm that can store luck.
An angelic talisman...
Klein suddenly recalled the charm that "Secret" gave to Miss "Justice" at the last Tarot meeting.
If it is at the same level as that talisman, it seems that you can simply use its breath to accomplish many things without activating it.
But since I couldn't meet him, I don't know if he would use other methods to pay me, such as another method proposed by "Secret" - prolonging my luck.
After lifting the quilt, Klein kept thinking about everything. Before going to bed, he pressed the human skin mask under his pillow, and then he closed his eyes with confidence, and a thin mist gradually covered his dream.
The light was distorted. Klein was sitting on the sofa at home, reading the newspaper as usual, but the crimson moon was hanging high outside the window.
Well, this is the dream of "Nightmare"... After a brief trance, Klein relied on the familiar sense of detachment to judge that someone had intruded into his dream.
Could it be that today's performance was reported to the church by Ms. Dai Li, causing me to be targeted?
Klein, who was lazily leaning on the back of the sofa, instantly tensed up and then relaxed again.
He is in a dream now, and as long as he remains awake, he may not be seen through by the "nightmare" coming.
Now I can only wait and see what happens, I really can’t run away with the bucket... The alarm clock is full of thoughts, but in the dream, Klein still looked calm and turned the newspaper in his hand to the next page.
"Good evening, Mr. Moriarty."
In the quietness of the night, a man with his hands covered in red gloves climbed in through the open window of No. 17 Minsk Street.
"Good evening, sir."
Under Klein's deliberate disguise, from the Nighthawk's perspective, Sherlock Moriarty, who was sitting on the sofa, nodded gently and greeted him, but there was a faint indifference and alienation between his eyebrows.
.
"I heard that you came to Backlund recently?"
"Yes." Klein nodded slightly, but his movements were half a beat slow, as if there was a delay.
As for how the other party came in and why he sat on the sofa so naturally, both of them ignored this.
In the "nightmare" dream, the target dragged into the dream will hardly realize its own situation. It is normal to be confused and rely on subconscious activities.
This was all done by Klein after he vaguely reminded Dunn of the existence of the "acting method", sacrificing his own sleep and experimenting again and again!
"So where did you work and live?"
Red Glove took out a note from the pocket of his coat and asked the questions one by one according to the questions prepared in advance.
Or is it a routine investigation, showing that the church does not regard me as someone who must be controlled?
Klein blinked, but the ice-blue eyes behind the lenses still showed little emotion.
"I originally lived in Jianhai County. After graduating from university, I chose to go to Lundborg University to continue my studies. I almost stayed in Lundborg until I returned to China after graduating with a master's degree."
"Study abroad in Lundberg..." Red Glove nodded slightly and immediately looked at the next question.
"So have you ever encountered any supernatural events in Lundberg, or have you had such an experience yourself?"
While dreaming, if the content of the question is too direct and touches the secrets in the target's heart that are unwilling to be disclosed to others, there is a certain probability that the target will be awakened.
Under Red Glove's casual inspection, Klein on the sofa froze for a moment before continuing:
"I have seen my classmates who are not mechanical in their memory talent. They may only need to read the article once for me to memorize it for a month. This has always been a psychological shadow on me.
"
ah?
For a moment, Red Gloves, who was in charge of the investigation, was stunned on the opposite side. The expressions on his face were complicated and he didn't know what to say.
This is truly extraordinary.
Although it is very pitiful, most of your classmates are members of the Church of Knowledge. Of course, they have memories far beyond ordinary people... Red Gloves, who was responsible for the investigation, seemed to recall some bad memories and scratched his head in embarrassment.
Then the question was asked in a different way.
"Then did you come into contact with other extraordinary powers later?"
He's said enough.
On the sofa opposite, a trace of confusion flashed in Klein's eyes, and then he continued to remain in a dazed state, and answered vaguely:
"I saw some lecturers selling potions at the academic seminar in Lundberg."
"He said these medicines can help us complete our studies more conveniently."
Complete your studies conveniently?
As if a keyword was triggered, the red glove responsible for the investigation instantly became alert and asked:
"What kind of potion is it?"
"I don't know. He only said that the power of those magic potions comes from the Tarot cards, and they are called 'Peeper', 'Soothsayer', 'Teacher' and other strange names."
In a dream shrouded in fog, the red glove responsible for the investigation gradually grew its mouth.
He felt extremely ridiculous!
Someone actually disguised the serial potion as a potion to improve intelligence and bought it to students taking exams?
This is information that must be reported to the Archbishop!
However, he did not forget the purpose of his coming. After thinking about it for a while, he asked a random question.
"So have you purchased these potions?"
"I......"
From the perspective of Red Gloves, this question was like a curse. Just when it was raised, Sherlock Moriarty, who had looked calm just now, started to struggle. His hands kept scratching the air, and his throat felt like he was drowning, and he kept emitting charges.
The voice of He.
"Crimson Hope..."
Seeing that the target was showing signs of waking up, Red Gloves calmly whispered a poem to comfort the gentleman opposite him.
It still smells familiar... Although the voices are different, the very similar tune still brings back some memories of Klein.
He cooperated with "Nightmare"'s efforts and gradually calmed down his "ferocious" expression, but the confusion in his eyes was much less.
"So did you buy these potions?"
Dimly, Red Glove's mellow voice sounded again, and Klein followed the soothing power of the question and gave the answer he had already prepared.
On the sofa, Sherlock Moriarty closed his eyes in pain.
"Great God of Steam and Machinery, please forgive me. I have committed the sin of trying to find a shortcut on the sacred path of learning."
"Yes, I finally used the gold pounds I saved to buy a potion called 'Soothsayer', but I was punished for it. Although it did help me successfully complete the exam, my mind also fell into endless confusion.
The suffering.”
A "divineer"... the red glove responsible for the investigation put away the note in his hand, and probably glanced at Klein with his spiritual vision.
The spirit body was quite stable, and it seemed to be running well with the potion... He nodded slightly, then stood up and saluted Klein.
"Thank you for your cooperation and wish you a good dream tonight."
In the dream shrouded in mist, his figure became fainter and fainter, until he completely blended into the milky white behind him and disappeared.
I also hope that I can have a good dream... Klein, who was completely awake in the dream, sighed longly. Because of his own specialness, even after the "nightmare" left, he could not act like a normal person.
To return to normal sleep, you need to wake up first and then fall back to sleep.
Um?
Who is this?
When did my dreams become a sieve that anyone can enter?
Just as he was about to exit the dream, Klein, whose spirituality had spread throughout his body, suddenly received a spiritual warning and had to sit back on the sofa.
The scattered fog condensed again, and a hint of depth seemed to be lurking in it. The night sky with the crimson moon hanging high outside the window became even quieter.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moriarty."
In the darkness in the corner of the living room, the disguised Dunn Smith slowly walked out, with a gauzy shadow hanging from his forehead, making it impossible to see his full face.
The knee-length black windbreaker was swinging in the wind. Klein's eyes reflected the figure of the person in front of him, and he was speechless for a moment.
............
"What are the results of the investigation?"
Underground at St. Samuel's Church, the Nighthawk who had just invaded Klein's dream yawned lazily, then grabbed the coffee that had been prepared and took a sip.
"He is indeed an extraordinary person, a 'divineer'."
"'Soothsayer'?" Dai Li was a little surprised.
This was not in line with her prediction.
If the other party is a "divineer", then what attracts you is a magical item of the "Gravedigger" pathway on his body?
"So this is all you've done for so long?"
For some personal reasons, she did not reveal her guess.
"Of course not. I also checked his mastery of potions. It's pretty good. There shouldn't be any problems in a short time."
Red Gloves did not blush because of the harsh words in Dai Li's mouth. Instead, he supplemented his investigation results quite habitually and took another sip of coffee.
"In short, your judgment is correct. He is indeed an extraordinary person, but he is the type who has just entered the extraordinary field. I will record him."
The Church of the Night's policy towards wild Extraordinary people in big cities like Backlund is different from the consistent approach of small cities like Tingen and the Church of Storms. Instead, it advocates keeping a distance from wild Extraordinary people in big cities and, when necessary,
Just take action.
After all, in densely populated big cities, official Extraordinaries have always been in the dilemma of insufficient human resources. For these Extraordinaries who live a normal life and do not violate laws and disciplines, it is no longer possible to use sufficient force to supervise them. It is better to adopt peaceful coexistence methods.
Maintain a relatively stable and good relationship.
The Extraordinary who just invaded Klein's dream was still tasting the still-warm coffee, but Dai Li was not as active as usual, her green eyes were lowered, and she didn't know what she was thinking about.