In his opinion, the culprit who caused the captain's death and nearly made him fall into an eternal slumber was undoubtedly Ince Zangwill, but the madman Lanevus was also an accomplice who could not shirk his responsibility and must pay the price in blood!
After reciting it seven times, Klein once again entered a dream, but the scene presented after the grayish world split open was exactly the same as what he had just seen!
A wide, slightly turbid river, one dock after another, rows of densely packed houses, various buildings with Loen's prevailing trends mixed with Gothic styles, crowded streets, a bustling scene, chimneys continuously belching "mist," a magnificently extreme palace complex, a towering, iconic Gothic bell tower...
Lanevus was also in Backlund, the "Land of Hope," the "City of Thousands of Cities"!
Klein opened his eyes, slightly puzzled, because the divination he wanted for Lanevus's specific location had only resulted in a very large, vague range.
"This means Lanevus's Sequence is much higher than I expected... No, it could also be that he gained tremendous benefits from helping the '
After confirming the vague locations of his two enemies, he considered a practical problem: he currently did not have the strength for revenge!
Even if Lanevus was only Sequence 7, or even Sequence 8, having gained such a huge benefit made him no easy target. Moreover, he was clearly known for his cunning; killing a strong person stronger than himself was standard procedure for him... Ince Zangwill was even more terrifying. He was a Sequence 4 demigod and possessed a terrifying Grade 0
As his thoughts churned, Klein decided to perform one more divination.
Weighing his words, he solemnly picked up his pen and wrote: "My hope of becoming stronger."
Gently putting down the manifesting round-bellied fountain pen, Klein leaned back against his chair and closed his eyes.
While reciting, he entered a slumber through meditation.
In the grayish world, he once again saw the scene he had just witnessed: the river, docks, chimneys, crowds, palace complex, various machinery and the Gothic bell tower. He saw Backlund, the capital of the
Immediately after, the scene changed. He saw a towering mountain peak piercing into the white clouds, saw a magnificent, ancient palace, saw the stone-carved, massive seat inlaid with dull gems and gold in the uppermost position, and saw a bizarre vertical pupil formed by countless mystical symbols.
Silently, the scene shattered. Klein slowly sat upright, raised his hand, and lightly tapped the edge of the bronze long table.
"Backlund has my hope of becoming stronger..."
"The second scene refers to the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range, the treasure left behind by the
Ideas flashed through his mind, and Klein decided not to rush into the Hornacis mountain range. The danger hidden there was so high that even a Sequence 4 demigod might not be able to withstand it.
Therefore, he would just go to Backlund... Klein sighed, made his decision, wrapped himself in spirituality, simulated the feeling of falling, and left the mysterious space above the gray fog.
Returning to the real world, he slowly walked out of his hiding spot and returned to
Gazing deeply at the photo and epitaph on the tombstone, Klein slowly drew a Crimson Moon over his chest, then turned and walked toward the exit of the cemetery.
As a former Nighthawk who had to patrol Raphael Cemetery from time to time, he was very familiar with the gravedigger's schedule and the surrounding environment. Without causing any disturbance, he easily left that silent and desolate area, followed the road paved with rammed earth, and using the cover of the trees' shadows, walked toward the urban area of Tingen.
The night was so tranquil, the Crimson Moon so dreamlike. Klein walked forward alone, his thoughts galloping like a runaway horse, spreading boundlessly. Sometimes he considered his revenge plan, sometimes he recalled the captain's unreliable memories, and sometimes he recalled the tragic sentiment hidden beneath
Unconsciously, like a wandering ghost, Klein walked into the nearest street, turning at various forks.
By the time he completely broke free from that state and fully grasped his attention, two hours had passed.
He found himself standing on Narcissus Street, opposite his home with his brother and sister.
Instinctively, Klein had returned here.
Stepping forward with a slight hint of joy, he suddenly paused, revealing a bitter smile, and mocked himself in a low voice: "If I go knock on the door now, Melissa would probably faint on the spot... Benson would get so nervous he'd start losing hair, then try his best to stay calm and persuade me, in the name of the Furred Baboon..."
Shaking his head, Klein deeply glanced at that familiar door and headed towards Iron Cross Street.
It's fine this way, it's fine this way... The things I have to do in the future won't involve them... The pension given by the Nighthawk team and the police department should surely be enough for them to live a stable middle-class life. Even if Melissa can't find a job and Benson gets fired...
After silently walking for a while, Klein began to feel his fatigue. But as a "deceased person," besides the clothes on his back, the citrine pendant, and Azik's copper whistle, he had no other belongings. Not a single pound, single soli, or single pence.
"Should I blow the copper whistle and send a letter to Mr. Azik, asking him to come and support me quickly?" Klein laughed bitterly to cheer himself up. "Forget it. I'd better not contact him for now. Perhaps Ince Zangwill is still secretly observing him. I'll look for him when the time is right... As an 'old monster' who has lived life after life for thousands of years, he should be able to understand this matter of 'dying and coming back to life'... Hmm, it's not too cold tonight. I'll just find a place to rough it. Tomorrow morning, I'll go to the Loen Bank Tingen branch and withdraw the money from my anonymous account."
——Because of too many recent events, he hadn't had time to conduct the follow-up experiment for the "Sacrifice." The 300 pounds in the anonymous account were still completely intact.
"This is enough to support my expenses for quite a while... I'll buy a newspaper tomorrow to confirm what day of the week it is... Miss 'Justice' and the others haven't sent any new prayers, so it seems I haven't missed a gathering..." As Klein thought, he found a sheltered corner, sat down, took off his coat to cover himself, leaned against the wall, and fell asleep.
He hadn't slept long when he was suddenly awakened by someone pushing him. He saw a police officer holding a short baton.
Only a 'V' on the epaulette... A constable of the lowest rank... Klein glanced and identified the officer's identity.
The police officer said fiercely: "You can't sleep here!"