"Revenge and wading into muddy waters are two different things. You are changing the concept." Klein's hands clenched and relaxed. Although his expression was still calm, the slightly contracted brown pupils still betrayed his inner thoughts.
In fact, even if "Secret" did not interfere with Klein's divination, he would not simply give up on this commission, change his identity and run away in the end.
Unless there is a real life-threatening situation, he will complete the task wholeheartedly.
This is not only because Klein first arrived in Backlund and needed to accumulate his own connections and someone to lead him and integrate into the local circle of extraordinary people, but also to train himself and avenge the creators of the conspiracy against Tingen City.
Humph... "Secret", who knew Klein's thoughts very well, stopped talking. The ancient coin in his hand flew up and down, and the figure of its owner, along with it, disappeared bit by bit into the thick gray mist that could be seen everywhere.
Run away? Klein, who was already ready for the "face to face", was suddenly startled, and the tight seriousness on his face instantly fell.
Because Detective Zerrell may check his own status at any time by enslaving the undead or calling in assistants because he does not trust himself.
So Klein didn't have time to think silently, so he had to take out the paper again, take off the citrine pendant, and try to do a divination based on the opportunity mentioned by "Secret" just now.
"Will I encounter opportunities that can help me become stronger in my next actions?"
"Will I encounter opportunities that can help me become stronger in my next actions?"
...
"Will I encounter opportunities that can help me become stronger in my next actions?"
The pendulum in Klein's hand rotated rapidly. After reciting it silently seven times, he leaned back familiarly and allowed the divination to drag him into a dream.
In the haze filled with thin gray mist, Klein seemed to be floating in the air, looking down at everything like a ghost. He moved downwards and gradually saw clearly the scene buried deep in the darkness.
It was a dark environment similar to a sewer. A monster wrapped in shadow and flesh was charging wildly. In front of him, several fleeing figures could be vaguely seen, as well as a worn-out plate armor covered in the aura of decay.
Is this monster made of flesh and blood the woman who calls herself Helen?
By gushing his spirituality, Klein moved his body closer to observe. He examined the monster's vague appearance and inaudible aura, and felt a hint of familiarity.
He also clearly remembered the strange woman recruited by the Zigman Party this morning, and the smell of her being related to the true Creator.
Generally speaking, the feeling of coldness and hunger is the standard feature of the "Hanged Man" path, but based on reality, this path controlled by the true Creator is almost all His followers, all are madmen, or are hidden
madman!
Just when Klein was about to explore further, the scene constructed by dream divination was approaching the upper limit of maintenance, and the screen automatically changed.
Along with the distortion of the surrounding colors and object shapes, this hazy picture gradually became abstract, leaving only the upper body of the knight's corpse, with a few bright spots shining brightly.
Under his breastplate, a few small light spots shone stubbornly, penetrating the cover of the broken armor.
Either golden or red light surrounds a group of orange-red flocs that seem to be still breathing. Just seeing it will make people feel dizzy.
Extraordinary characteristics, or corresponding items and sealed objects?
Klein, who had seen similar behaviors on the bodies of members of the Secret Order and Hood Organ, was slightly surprised. He wanted to take the initiative to get closer, but found that he seemed to be standing still. No matter how hard he tried, he was still a certain distance away from those light spots.
Distance, unable to truly touch.
He tried a few more times, until the dream divination gradually approached collapse, and then he spread his spirituality and voluntarily left.
Accompanied by an illusory sound of glass breaking, Klein woke up in the high-backed stone chair, stroking the diary cover on the right side of the table with his fingers, his eyes blank.
"It should be that the preconditions for divination are insufficient... I didn't expect that what 'mystery' said was true."
"Perhaps this commission is indeed accompanied by danger, but as long as you are careful enough, you may actually get some benefits and help me get revenge."
"But that mass of orange-red and worn-out knight armor is obviously the legacy of the Extraordinary. What does it symbolize?" Feeling the spiritual touch, Klein immediately left the gray mist, supporting his back with both hands, and sat on the narrow
On the single bed, you can vaguely see wrinkles on your face, which is extremely stiff.
Generally speaking, the appearance of extraordinary characteristics is related to its corresponding sequence. Judging from Klein's knowledge, the only sequences corresponding to knights may be the "Punishing Knight" whose name he has heard of, and the "Warrior" path that is good at frontal combat.
"I don't know what it corresponds to, but it probably doesn't belong to Detective Zerrell. The sealed object that makes people lose body movements doesn't seem like a choice for a 'warrior'."
"If he is really a Sequence Five." Klein, who heard the knock on the door, patted his wrinkled coat, stood up slowly, and murmured in a low voice, "But if that's the case, why would he hire me...
..”
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Backlund dock area, Gaiman dock warehouse.
The sun has set. Due to the immature lighting technology, most of the dock workers have already got off work. Only a few unlucky ones who were on the shift schedule today are still holding a lantern in one hand and a wooden stick in the other. They are building a simple boat canopy supported by steel.
Activities here.
Because Backlund is not a completely industrial city and is a capital, the dock functions here are more comprehensive and not as simple as those in Jianhai County.
Generally, most ships sailing from other places will dock their goods at the Port of Pulitzer, not far from the capital. For this reason, most of the docks built on the banks of the Tasok River and backed by Backlund have become the property of giants in the factory area.
The private port is completely controlled by several major banks.
However, there are exceptions. In the past few years, Gaiman Terminal, which is closer to Backlund Bridge, was acquired by the Martin family of Intis at the highest transaction price that year. It has become a mixed capital-controlled company that integrates international transportation and shipbuilding businesses.
An integrated comprehensive company.
At this moment, this steel monster, which had stopped working and entered one of the few breaks of the day, welcomed its owner, a member of the Madan family.
There were no obvious signs on the outside, and the medium-grade carriage ran along the bumpy gravel road and headed straight to the deepest part of Gaiman Pier.
In the silent night, the sound of horse hooves and wooden wheels was so clear that it startled the dozing patrol workers and caused quite a commotion.
In the center of the dock warehouse, the wooden double-story building with bright moving lights was incompatible with the surrounding environment shrouded in darkness. The carriage that was speeding just now also gradually slowed down and stopped with the horses leading the carriage.
The coachman in charge of driving quickly turned over from the front of the car, took two benches, and quickly reached the door of the carriage.
Squeak.
The double wooden doors were opened, and for some unknown reason, Beclan Jean Martin, who was supposed to be at the Embassy of the Republic of Intis in Loen, appeared in this remote dock area.
He held the handkerchief in his left hand and tightly covered his mouth and nose. The eyebrows on his thin face were almost twisted together. He stepped on the bench that the coachman had assigned the number in advance and stepped out of the carriage.
"Smells like cheap soot..."
He glanced at the slightly baggy eyes, looking at the light yellow mist everywhere in front of him, and the expression on his face became more and more disgusted.
"Rosago, the weather in Loen has always been like this. Just like the country bumpkins here don't understand romance, their air is also contaminated with a disgusting feeling."
"Mr. Ambassador, to be fair, the air in Queens is actually not bad." Behind Beckland, a man with black hair, blue eyes, a handsome face and a light beard held down his coat that was blown by the wind, and moved with vigorous skills.
As he got off the carriage, he glanced at the coachman who was still respectfully standing by and had a majestic air.
In response to his subordinate's rebuttal, Backlund did not respond. He shook his head irritably and turned his gaze to a dock worker with plateau characteristics who was running towards him. He said with a hint of disgust:
"Where's Meursault?"
"Tell him to come to me now!"
Because they sensed the words and deeds of the other party who clearly belonged to a high-ranking person, the member of the Zigman Party who was responsible for guarding the gate did not dare to yell and curse as usual. Instead, he was a little coy and asked tentatively:
"Excuse me, who are you... You know, I have never seen you..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly saw that the eyes of Beckland, who was wearing a bright formal suit, seemed to be ignited with fire. He couldn't help but shrink his neck and his speech became unclear.
Just when Backlund was in a bad mood after being rejected by a young lady today and was about to get angry, Rosago, who had been looking around curiously behind him, stepped forward and said in a magnetic voice:
"This is Mr. Boss. Meursault shouldn't be sleeping yet, right?"
Through the light in front of the house, the gang members who recognized Rosago were slightly startled, then quickly reacted, smiling shyly, and responded quickly:
"It turns out to be Mr. Boss and Mr. Rosago. The boss is inside. Today we have recruited a person with strong abilities. The boss is not at ease. He keeps looking at her and says that he is waiting for you to come over. What do you want to sign?
, what contract.”
The skinny man got stuck in the middle of speaking. After some thought, he remembered the word "contract". The skinny man was a little proud at first, but after seeing the frosty expression on Bei Lang's face, he quickly shrank, stepped aside, and hurried back.
The door is ready to open.
Rosago, who was playing the role of a gentle gentleman, smiled silently, turned slightly, looked at his protector, and suggested casually:
"I thought we could meet the extraordinary person Meursault recruited."
As he said that, he and the coachman gathered around Beckland, staring at the choking light yellow mist around them, and walked into the two-story building that was warmed by the stove.
"They are all a bunch of bastards who have never seen the world. Even Meursault is only a Sequence Nine. How powerful can he be?" Backlund, who had just put down his handkerchief, turned his wrist and took the handkerchief without the embroidered name directly.
Throw it on the ground.
Several people ignored the suddenly quiet and frightened gang members in the house and walked directly up the stairs, stepping on the creaking steps to the second floor step by step.
Guided by a thin, dark man who seemed to be relatively smart, they arrived at the door of Meursault's room, pushed open it, and saw the "not too powerful" extraordinary man.
In the closed room, the executioner of the Zigman Party who was secretly supported by Backlund was forcing his eyes open, pressing the revolver on his thigh with his right hand, smoking a cigarette with his left hand, and staring at the woman sitting opposite him.
This was not because he was suspicious by nature and did not dare to trust others easily, but that the woman who called herself Helen had killed one of Meursault's men and eaten him alive in just one hour.
That person’s flesh and blood!
"A 'Bishop Rose'..." Rosago, who was guarding Beckland, opened her lips slightly and murmured softly. She subconsciously switched to the perspective of the spiritual body line and examined the shadow under the woman.
Backlund, who was originally attracted by the woman's beautiful and soft face, leaned back instinctively after hearing Rosago's whisper. His bony palms were slightly warm, as if a flame would ignite at any time.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Meursault, who was suffering from nerves, turned his head quickly. After seeing Rosago in a dark trench coat, and Ambassador Beckron behind him who gave him the magic potion formula to turn himself into an extraordinary person,
He couldn't help showing an expression of relief, suppressing a yawn and said quickly:
"Mr. Ambassador, Mr. Rosago, this is the helper I found today. She ate one of our members and now she says she is full. She wants to discuss remuneration with you."
Meursault, who found the supporter behind the scenes, almost without thinking, threw this troublesome woman to Ambassador Backlund, who he regarded as a powerful man, and explained what happened in a few words.
After taking the woman behind him back to his stronghold, Meursault, who knew he was relatively weak, offered to increase his reward.
But what was unexpected was that Helen, who seemed to be in poor economic condition, did not take the opportunity to raise the price, but only added the requirement of "making herself full."
Meursault, who was originally very happy when he heard the news, never expected that when he said he was full, he did not mean to eat pork or beef, but to eat living people!
There is no flesh bomb, but it is still very dangerous... After confirming the perspective of the spiritual body and using the secret puppet for divination, Rosago was about to speak when he heard the object of his protection, Becron Jean.
Madan's voice was full of interest, and the expression on his face instantly became wonderful.
"It doesn't matter. It meets her request. It's just a few offal that can be replenished at any time. It doesn't matter how much you eat."
He crossed Rosago who was blocking him in front of him, ignored the coachman behind him and slowly pulled him, raised his stubbled chin slightly, looked down at the woman sitting opposite and said:
"If you do well this time, I can consider taking you into my subordinates and satisfy your appetite. You can eat as much as you want."
Is he crazy? This is a "Rose Bishop"!
Rosago, who had been partnering with the ambassador for more than three years, looked to the side in disbelief, violent impulses flooding into his brain.
He knew that although Beckron liked women, he was not an unwary person and was very restrained.
Whether it is because of his own personality or the influence of his "conspirator" characteristics, in this regard, he is better than most Intis officials.
But today, the always cautious Backlund actually planned to actively recruit a "Rose Bishop", which made Rosago, who was responsible for his security, suddenly feel the urge to have a cerebral hemorrhage.
Rosago ignored Backlund's offended expression, pressed her cheek against his, gritted her teeth and whispered:
"Have you never considered the possibility that she is a believer in the true Creator?"