He quickly fled with Ian from Iron Gate Street and had dinner at a cafe near Backlund Bridge. Klein did not choose to return to his rented apartment, but stayed with Ian as a companion.
I chose a simple hotel in the East District.
The price was 9 sulers a week, but I only stayed for less than three nights this week... Klein sent away Ian who was staying in another room in the hotel, closed the door gently, and thought about himself
The apartment I rented when I first arrived in Backlund became more and more expensive the more I thought about it.
He quickly took a few steps to close the curtains of the narrow window, took out his usual silver dagger from his formal attire, sprayed out his spirituality, and circled the room. The acquaintances created a solid spiritual wall.
After doing all this, he took off the human skin mask that he had worn on his face for a day, threw this magical item that would make his facial muscles stiff on the bed, put a few steps away from the edge of the bed, and started to move smoothly.
Take four steps in reverse.
Accompanied by the sudden roars and murmurs in his ears, Klein quickly passed through the dense gray fog dotted with thick color blocks, and his spirit body appeared on top of the gray fog that seemed to be eternal.
Because he was involved in the dispute between the Zigman Party and Detective Zerrell, and his life may be in danger, Klein planned to ask his so-called half body to see if the other party had any suggestions.
He sat at the head of the long bronze table, looking a little awkwardly at the gray mist that was slowly disappearing in front of him, as if still, and his slightly raised right hand unconsciously tapped the edge of the table, as if he didn't know how to start.
After being silent for a long time, Klein felt that he could only gain real resources by showing off his face. He slightly pursed his lips and shouted tentatively towards the empty giant's palace-like residence:
"'Secret', I have something to ask you."
The powerful voice continued to echo under the vast dome, but there was still only Klein in the palace filled with mysterious gray mist. The bust he called to had not heard him and had never appeared.
What happened? Last time I came here, he was still sitting opposite me reading a book?
Why did he just disappear this time? Klein suddenly became nervous when the "mystery" didn't appear, and he cautiously observed his surroundings in confusion.
The crimson stars exude a faint hazy light, and the heavy and simple pillars support the infinitely high dome, which seems more like a symbol. The thin gray mist is constantly changing driven by the wind coming from nowhere.
The shape is like a dream.
"There is really no one." Klein, who originally wanted to have a good talk with "Mystery", frowned in disappointment. He stared at the gray fog in front of him and sighed silently.
Suddenly, his eyes glanced at the notes placed beside the long table. His thoughts changed, and he tentatively picked up the notes that he didn't know whether they had been touched by the original owner, hoping to check the new contents.
"What are you doing?" Just as he was about to open the notebook with a blood-stained cover, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded.
The "Secret", who had not been seen just now, is now sitting opposite Klein. His thin figure is even more unreal, and his dark robe is dotted with simple patterns that are soft and beautiful, emphasizing meaning but not heavy.
Klein, who was startled, heard the voice and walked away, only to find that this god who had always had a cold face was actually smiling slightly happily and looking at him with his head tilted.
"What were you doing just now?" Klein, who couldn't think of a good opening line, decided to be more direct. He put the notes back and asked in a deep voice, "Why are you looking at me like this?"
With his left hand supporting his head, "Secret" smiled silently in a somewhat lazy sitting posture. On the soft face that was obscured by the gray fog and could not be seen clearly, the smile became more and more obvious, and he said in a lazy voice:
"It's nothing. I haven't been in a good state lately. I was a little sleepy just now."
"But you look so embarrassed, hehe, I haven't seen you in thousands of years, and I miss you a little."
"Am I embarrassed?" Klein stopped tapping his fingers on the surface of the long bronze table. He was guided by his cognition in reality. The muscles on his face that were reflected in his spirit body were also somewhat stiff and twitched. He didn't quite understand what the other party meant.
Wearing a black robe dotted with golden patterns, "Mystery" sat upright, his slightly illusory figure gradually solidifying, and his pale arms under the wide cuffs suddenly gained a sense of life.
"After all, I have experienced so many things. If it weren't for my special authority and access, I might not even be able to remember what my hometown looks like. What's more, I used to be simple and naive?"
He put away his lazy and cynical look, and his gentle and plain voice occupied his throat again. There was a faint presence at the corners of his mouth, and the slightly pleasant smile gradually disappeared, replaced by Klein's familiar calmness.
"It seems that you did get help in that crisis that could help you get revenge."
He casually glanced at the two items behind the high-backed chair that Klein had temporarily placed at the head of the long bronze table. The gray fog covering his face slowly dissipated, and the beautiful elf face immediately became clear.
That is indeed dangerous, but it doesn't seem to be my danger... Thinking back to his divination results and "Secret's" reminder to him that "divination is not omnipotent", Klein changed his mind and spoke with a slight hesitation.
own experience.
"I did obtain two items, but I did not seem to be in any danger. Instead, it was my employer who became the biggest bearer of the danger in this operation."
After hearing the "secret" stated by Klein, he thought about it for a moment, and gently rubbed his chin with his right hand. His pure black eyes were slightly confused, as if he was recalling the extremely distant past.
"Do you still remember what the divination was about?"
When the divination from a few days ago was suddenly mentioned, Klein was a little stunned. He searched in his mind for a while before accurately recalling the specific content.
"There is great danger lurking behind the events in which Detective Zerrell was involved."
"Yes, there is a huge danger hidden behind the incident that Detective Zerrell participated in. Is this incident over now?" The calm-voiced "Secret" listened to the divination content that Klein said, nodded approvingly, and then asked.
.
The incident is over? Klein, who was opened up to new ideas, vaguely thought of something, but he couldn't be sure, so he could only respond mechanically.
"not yet."
Sitting opposite Klein, relying on the "mystery" of the high-backed chair under the long bronze table, he saw that his guidance was taking effect. His pale and slender arms were slightly raised, and the silent flowing gray mist suddenly boiled, combined with the sudden appearance of
The deep red light forms a flat hazy canvas.
The information just spoken by Klein was spiritually outlined and presented in detail on the "canvas" in Elvish language.
"Since the incident is not over yet, the danger you divined may not have happened yet." "Secret" kindly added to the existing clues, as if educating a child, with a gentle voice.
His thoughts gradually dispersed, and as he recalled all the events that happened yesterday, Klein seemed to have found a breakthrough, bypassing his own thinking that was limited by experience. His lips were slightly opened, and he was about to say something, but suddenly found that an illusory star at his hand suddenly expanded.
, constantly making ripples outward.
Strange prayer?
Klein, whose train of thought was interrupted, turned his attention to "Mystery", only to find that he shook his head slightly, indicating that he was not his believer.
Thinking that Miss Justice might be wooing potential members of the "Tarot Society" recently, Klein didn't hesitate much. He tried to spread his spirituality and touched the illusory star that was opening and shrinking as if it was breathing.
............
In an apartment in the Backlund Bridge area.
Xio, who became bored because Forsi was working on a manuscript, finally picked up the quaint notebook that had been praised countless times by his friends.
"This is really too detailed. A lot of the history of the Fourth Age is written in great detail. Even the families that control the 'apprentice' path, which I have always wanted to know, are also introduced..."
"This Tristan Eugen is definitely an outstanding ancient scholar. He is actually so familiar with the 'Apprentice' and the Abraham and Tamara families that run it. He has introduced a lot of knowledge about the spiritual world...
.”
Thinking back to his friend's constant exclamations by his side last night, Xio sat on the sofa and opened the ancient document with a rare lack of laziness. Because of the bookmark inserted by Forsi, he directly turned to the corresponding page.
These two pages seem to mainly record an obscure god in the Fourth Age - the "God of Mystery". This is a strange god that neither Xio nor Forsi has ever heard of.
In this document, the original author seems to be extremely avoidant about this unknown existence. He only mentioned his name. There was no description of his honorable name, authority, belief distribution or deeds. He only mentioned him and the Abraham family.
The Amon family, the Antigonus family and other fallen nobles who often appear in the historical materials of the Fourth Age have a lot of connections.
However, a lot of supplements were added to this document, and he specially signed it. Tristan Eugen, who was praised endlessly by Fors, seemed to know this mysterious god very well, and filled in the gaps in authority and honorary name.
, his words are full of humility and respect, making people wonder if he is a believer of this god.
"Forsi also specially translated the annotations here..." Xio found that something seemed to be scrawled on his friend's bookmark. He picked up the bookmark that was originally a postcard, and after a moment of identification, he found that it corresponded to the bookmark above.
In the Elvish language, he silently recited the translation written by Forsi without being very proficient.
She sat cross-legged on the sofa, her short blond hair stubbornly sticking up in a few bunches. She looked through the postcard that served as a bookmark several times, and after finding that there was no other text, she put it back in its place.
I don’t know why, but this author has been annotating in Elvish...
Just when she was about to turn to the front and really start reading, her divergent thoughts suddenly came back.
Xio looked up suddenly, her dark green eyes filled with fear.
Did I just recite the name of a great being?
As soon as this terrifying thought appeared, Xio jumped up from the sofa and ran to Forsi's room where he was writing a book.
But before she could take two steps, a burst of deep red silently broke out in her eyes.