Klein was speechless as he looked at Max, who was holding a stethoscope-like device against his chest and taking notes, and moved his butt.
At first, he thought that the mechanical heart members of the Church of Steam who dealt with extraordinary items every day would definitely see through the human skin mask on his face.
But I don’t know if the "Secret" took action somewhere he didn't know. These prop masters in Sequence 7, who are called "appraisers", didn't recognize all the unexplained extraordinary items on their bodies, only the chain blade.
The cane was taken by Captain Max in front of him and he was given a good review.
“Malice should always be in a cage?”
"This weapon has not been used...it is made entirely of leftover materials. Although it is technically very mature, it only has four months of service life left. How dare he buy you four hundred pounds?"
When he thought of the captain commenting on his weapon with a look of disgust and showing off the extraordinary revolver on his waist, Klein felt sick to his stomach.
Although he was very reluctant to say this, he suddenly discovered that the Church of Steam seemed to be more suitable for the fighting style he desired than the Nighthawks.
"Okay, let's assume you didn't tell lies, but you still need to stay here for a while."
Max put away the extraordinary object that was no different from a stethoscope in his hand. The ears on both sides were strangely swollen, and it looked as if someone had twisted the earlobes and turned them several times.
"No need to continue to check my identity?"
Although after coming to Backlund, Klein discovered that in big cities, the church's policy towards wild Beyonders can be said to be quite tolerant. Only the Church of Storms accounts for a lot more, but this kind of wild Beyonders have been involved in an unexpected incident.
It was indeed beyond his imagination to be able to survive such an extraordinary incident.
"Who said there is no need for censorship?" Max gave him a strange look, and then his expression became weird, "In short, the church's intention is to suppress the incident in the museum, and at the same time normalize the exhibition, and the glass showcase you destroyed will also be displayed normally.
There is no need to compensate, you just need to ensure that you will be under the supervision of the church in the future."
I didn't break that display cabinet, it was completely broken by itself... The corner of Klein's mouth twitched, wanting to explain something, but he still closed his mouth and smiled awkwardly.
Rather than having to pay compensation, he actually cares more about the desk that will still be on display, or the fact that the desk has Emperor Russell's bookmark printed on it.
"I want to put a card of blasphemy in a book, a book that those people can't think of, and leave it to those who are destined..."
Russell, with his neatly trimmed mustache and blue eyes always looking down in front of him, appeared before Klein's eyes again.
In the previous diary, the emperor once said that he left a card in a certain book!
And look at the attitude of the police chief and the performance of the bookmark... Klein's powerful inspiration as a "divineer" is constantly being touched, and it is saying that it is the card of blasphemy!
Although there is no way to confirm it, as long as that card is still on display, I only need to board the gray fog to divine, or ask about the "secret"...
Klein put away the awkward smile on his face. He now has a mature criminal thinking.
I really deserve the name Moriarty.
Seeing Captain Max still sitting opposite him, Klein asked tentatively:
"Will there be other reviews soon?"
"Of course, but I think the result will not change. It's just that the sealed artifact will be safer and our subsequent work will be more convenient."
Considering that the other party has a very clean resume and is also a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery?
Max's attitude softened a lot, and he was no longer as serious and gloomy as he was at first.
Moreover, the Archbishop did not dwell on this attack. After all, it was His Highness's order to turn off the surveillance of the museum...
In the room located on the top floor of the museum, the two of them sat facing each other in silence, and from time to time they could hear footsteps coming from the roof.
It seems that after this incident, the Machine Heart also added security on the roof?
Klein didn't commit suicide to the point of turning on a "substitute" in front of a "craftsman", he just relied on his own experience.
Although he must have been protected by the "secret" and did not expose the human skin mask and other items to official extraordinary people, Klein did not dare to bet on whether this was a constant influence.
What if the triggering mechanism of this effect is in a non-combat state?
Dang Dang Dang.
Several rhythmic muffled sounds came from the door, and Max shouted in the direction.
"Please come in."
Click.
The door of the sealed room was opened, and a man with messy hair like thatch walked in. In his arms was a simple-looking silver mirror tightly wrapped in black cloth.
"Good morning, Yoon Kang Seul."
Max greeted the gentleman quite skillfully and at the same time moved the chair next to him back to make room for him.
"Is this the 'soothsayer' who also believes in God?"
"Yes." Seeing the tired look on his colleague's face, Max took the initiative to take the silver mirror and removed the black cloth wrapping it in front of Klein.
He did not see Yin Kangse's expression of surprise as if he had received amnesty, nor did he notice the changes on the surface of the mirror. Instead, he spoke at an even pace and explained the function of this sealed object to Klein.
"It can present us with answers to many questions, and it is not limited to the form of words. What you have to do now is to answer questions like this mirror with me. Of course, I am the questioner and you are the witness."
"OK......"
Klein noticed that hazy gray clouds appeared on the surface of the silver mirror, and he had a hunch that this mirror might not be what the captain described.
"What are its side effects?"
As a wild Extraordinary, knowing that Extraordinary items possess Sealed Artifacts is not something that would attract attention.
"The side effect is that you also have to answer his questions, and you can't lie, otherwise you will be punished." Max answered without much thought.
Under the complicated expression on Yin Kangse's face, he gently tapped the outer frame of the silver mirror.
"Arrodes is at your service..."
In the hazy mirror, the silver-white font appeared quickly, but the second half was blocked a lot by the thick fog, making it difficult to see clearly.
"Is the identity of Mr. Sherlock Moriarty true?"
Max, who looked confident, coughed slightly and said seriously to the mirror.
"Of course, there is no doubt about this."
Arrodes, who felt the two very similar auras, changed the answer in the mirror at an unprecedented speed.
When did it have such a good attitude?
Yin Kangse, who frowned slightly, suddenly had a bad feeling. Looking at the ignorant Max next to him, he quietly moved his chair in the opposite direction.
"very good......"
After getting a satisfactory answer, Max nodded slightly and was about to ask the next question, but he felt a numbness in his palms. When he looked down, he found that the words on the surface of the silver mirror had changed again, becoming blood red.
"It's question time for Arrods. Each of them will answer a question. Is that okay?"
Although there was no evidence, looking at the thick gray fog, Klein suddenly had the illusion that the mirror was actually talking to himself.
"Secret" never told me that there is such a mirror...
But when he thought of Loholid's almost forgotten dragon, Klein curled his lips in relief.
That guy is an out-and-out racist, and maybe she really doesn't care about non-metahuman believers and subordinates.
"Can."
"Okay." Max, who was holding the silver mirror, also noticed something was wrong, but Arrods' special sealing method made him agree to the request.
"So do you think you need a servant to help you deal with the troubles in your life recently?"
The fog on the mirror became thicker, and the flashing silver-white characters jumped in the direction of Klein to form sentences.
"Currently...there is no need..." Klein suppressed the twitching of the corners of his mouth and shook his head hesitantly.
Servants must be paid for.
The current cleaning of No. 17 Minsk Street is done by the agency where His Highness the Prince bought the house at that time. They have taken over the cleaning work of the house, and this part of the cost is also included in the free rent promised by His Highness the Prince.
Payment is required from Klein.
And in other aspects, I have my assistant Yin En. Although that kid is not an extraordinary person, he is outstanding in all aspects.
Feeling that the silver mirror facing him became dim, Klein raised his chin in the direction of Max. The captain immediately understood and handed the mirror in his hand to Yin Kangse, facing the mirror.
"Are you worried because you forgot to use family planning supplies the day before yesterday?"
What?
Klein looked at the suddenly blood-red words in shock, and raised his eyes in disbelief. Yin Kangse, who stretched his head hard to see clearly what was on the mirror, had helplessness mixed with some sympathy on his face.
"I...I, yes."
Feeling the numbness on the top of his head becoming more and more real, Max, who had been lucky enough to witness a punishment scene before, turned red and held it in for a long time before he finally came up with an answer.
Finally, the lightning that was about to fall disappeared, and Klein, who was watching the entire process, looked at the empty ceiling with some horror.
He hurriedly glanced at Yin Kangseul, who was holding a silver mirror in his hand and had not spoken much since entering the room. His eyes towards the other person's messy hair were even more complicated.
No wonder the gentleman just now visibly breathed a sigh of relief after realizing that he didn't have to ask questions himself.
He seemed to know why this gentleman's hair was messed up like this.
"Okay, you can continue to ask Arrods questions."
The terrifying blood-red faded quickly, and the font on the mirror turned back to pure silver.
Max, who touched the top of his head where hair had grown, and his face was still flushed, first glanced at Klein, who had an innocent look on his face and his eyes were evasive, then took a deep breath and asked:
"I want to know the truth about the riot just now?"