Klein folded the letter, took out his copper whistle, brought it to his mouth, and blew hard.
Silently, he saw illusory, hazy white bones thrown out one by one above the desk, turning into a fountain, forming a huge monster. It was still nearly four meters tall, still shrouded in a faint light, still poking its head out of the roof. It seemed no different from usual.
Klein flicked his wrist, throwing the letter up, and watched as the bone monster caught it steadily.
He blew the whistle again, witnessing the "messenger" dissolve into illusory bones, falling like rain, disappearing on the surface of the desk.
After doing all this, Klein felt much more at ease, but he didn't stop trying. He moved his chair back, stood up, took four steps counterclockwise, and ascended above the gray fog.
The majestic palace and ancient, mottled long table met his eyes, as if they had remained unchanged for tens of thousands of years.
Klein sat down on the high-backed chair belonging to "The Fool," silently untying the spirit pendulum from inside his left sleeve, and materialized a yellowish-brown piece of parchment and a round-bellied fountain pen.
He was going to divine the situation regarding the Captain tonight!
After thinking for a moment, Klein wrote down the first divination statement:
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In mysticism, divinations involving one's own safety are the hardest to interfere with from the outside. This is the instinct of spirituality.
In other words, as long as the interference wasn't extremely powerful, Klein could get a relatively accurate result in divinations concerning his own safety.
This was also why, despite knowing that Mrs.
Now, to determine Captain Dunn Smith's condition, he decided to eliminate all interference and perform the divination above the gray fog.
Holding the pendulum in his left hand, Klein silently recited the divination statement seven times, closed his eyes, and entered a state of meditation.
After stabilizing for a few seconds, he opened his eyes, and his darkened irises had returned to normal.
Looking at the citrine pendant, his heart gradually sank, because the pendulum was rotating clockwise, with a considerable amplitude and not a slow speed.
This indicated a positive answer.
This indicated that Dunn Smith's anomaly would put him in danger!
And it was no small danger!
Closing his eyes, Klein "erased" the previous content and wrote a new divination statement: "The reason for Dunn Smith's anomaly."
He put down the citrine pendant, leaned back against the chair, and while silently reciting the divination statement, he entered a dream through meditation.
In that gray, illusory world, he saw nothing, discovered nothing, except for the grayness, and more grayness.
"This means there isn't enough information… the divination failed…" Klein opened his eyes, looking at the parchment on the bronze long table, and whispered bitterly and helplessly.
Suddenly, he felt intense fatigue, realizing it was the combined result of the fierce battle, continuous use of rituals, and multiple divinations.
Wrapping himself with spirituality, Klein sank into the gray fog and returned to the real world.
The whole night, he had several nightmares, ending with either Kornelly vomiting his guts or Dunn Smith with dark red blood around his mouth.
The next morning, Klein, who was about to take his shift at
At this time,
Dunn had taken off his coat, only wearing a white shirt and a black vest. He was sitting in his seat, holding a cup of coffee, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.
His hair seemed a bit dry, the light in his gray eyes was dim, and his hard-lined face showed obvious haggardness.
Even for a Captain who had experienced many similar situations, losing two teammates in such a short time was unbearable… Klein's heart ached, and another image flashed in his mind—the shattered mirror, Dunn's half-collapsed body, and his face stained with dark blood.
Klein gritted his teeth fiercely and turned his head to look away.
After more than ten seconds, he controlled his expression and raised his hand to knock on the door of the Captain's office.
Knock, knock, knock.
Dunn put down his coffee cup, his gray eyes becoming deep and hidden again.
He took a silent breath and said: "I've already reported the matter to the Holy Cathedral, and they've given a preliminary reply." "The Church will compensate Kornelly's family with 3000 pounds, and the police department will give 1000 pounds as a pension…"
That's a total of 4000 pounds. For most middle-class people, this is wealth they could never save in a lifetime… Kornelly's weekly salary was 7 pounds, an annual salary of 364 pounds. Adding bonuses and extra income, it's at least 380 pounds. 4000 pounds is equivalent to about ten years of his income… This sum of money can generate at least 200 pounds in returns annually, barely compensating for the harm caused to his family by Kornelly's death… Although money cannot replace feelings, cannot replace Kornelly, this is currently the only relatively effective method… Many thoughts flashed through Klein's mind, but what came out in the end was a sigh: "This is all we can do."
The Church of the Night Goddess was very conscientious in this regard.
Dunn tugged at his collar and said in a low voice: "Go down to the underground and replace Loyer."
"Alright." Klein nodded slightly.
He turned around and walked towards the door, hearing the Captain's almost self-muttering addition: "We will send Kornelly home later…"