This feeling was not unfamiliar. Klein, who was quite experienced, immediately used his Clown abilities to control his facial expressions and the slight tremors in his body.
He withdrew his gaze gently but unhurriedly, ensuring his casual glance didn't reveal anything too out of the ordinary.
"Ah, Talim was so young. He hadn't even married or had children." Klein sighed along with them. He said this because it gave a perfectly reasonable explanation for his subtle reaction upon seeing the woman offering flowers: he had gone from the woman who had some connection to Talim to thoughts of his marital and family situation, and the untimely death of his friend, leading to uncontrollable grief.
"Yeah, actually, at his age, he should have married four or five years ago. Unfortunately, what happened with his grandfather left him with a very strong psychological shadow, and he rejected marriage until only recently." Reporter Mike echoed with a sigh.
At this moment, behind Klein, who appeared normal, it felt as if clusters of thorns were deeply and slowly penetrating his skin and flesh, keeping his mind tightly strung.
The woman in the black dress with a sapphire ring on the little finger of her left hand straightened up, silently looked around, and then, accompanied by two maids, quietly left Talim's grave, walking further and further into the distance.
Phew... Klein let out a silent sigh of relief.
The stinging sensation on his back quickly turned into cold sweat.
Who was she, really? Why did she come to offer flowers at the grave? Talim's lover? But how could a man without money, power, status, or position like Talim be in a relationship with such a terrifying figure involving a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact or a demigod of the same level? This isn't a novel! Moreover, she should be the one who used the curse to kill Talim... The depth of this is immense... Klein listened calmly to Reporter Mike and Surgeon Allen recount Talim's past. His thoughts quickly branched out, and he felt the most perplexing thing about this matter was:
The death of an ordinary person with no money, power, status, or strength actually involved a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact or a powerhouse of the same level! This is simply unbelievable!
But this wasn't an isolated case. Something similar had happened around me as well... Klein suddenly made the connection, looking at Surgeon Allen. This ordinary man's home might very well be hiding a Sequence 1 "Mercury Serpent"!
Following this line of thought, Klein recalled the nearly five months since he had transmigrated into this world, and was shocked to find that he had unwittingly become entangled with multiple demigods and terrifying Sealed Artifacts.
The woman who had just killed Talim, the "Mercury Serpent" Will Auceptin, the "Blasphemer" Amon, the mysterious woman in the kingdom museum, the high-sequence powerhouse of the Rose School of Thought, "0-08", "1-42", Ince Zangwill, the Mutated Sun Emblem, the Antigonus family notebook, Mr. Azik Eggers who is suspected to be a descendant of the Death, "Mr. Door", the Twilight Hermit Order... Names flashed through Klein's mind one after another. Each one he counted made him want to take a sharp breath.
He calmed his mind and thought carefully.
"This doesn't even include the 'True Creator' and the 'Eternal Blazing Sun' who stand above them... Strictly speaking, I can also be counted among this rank, after all, I came here because of the Black Divination, a soul from another world that controls the eerie Gray Fog... Could this be the crest of the wave of another era after Roselle, forcing demigods and terrifying Sealed Artifacts to step into real life one after another..."
As Klein's thoughts flickered, the grieved Reporter Mike and Surgeon Allen took their leave one after another. He also left the cemetery at a moderate pace.
Just as he was looking around for a hired carriage, a familiar carriage emerged from a hidden spot and stopped in front of him.
Although the crest on the black carriage had been cleverly obscured, Klein immediately recognized it as Prince Edsac's carriage.
Silently, the carriage door opened, and the impeccably groomed old steward stepped down, making a polite gesture of invitation. "His Highness the Prince is waiting for you."
"Alright." Without a shred of guilt, Klein entered the spacious and warm carriage.
Prince Edsac was wearing a dark blue greatcoat matched with an outfit composed of strips of golden sashes across his chest, making him look exceptionally noble.
He rubbed his diamond lapel pin, a hint of lament in his narrow eyes. "Even attending a friend's funeral, I am restricted. I couldn't come in person, could only watch from a distance, and had to send someone to offer flowers in my stead. This is the lack of freedom that comes with royalty."
"If Talim's grandfather hadn't lost his title, Your Highness wouldn't have had to bother with such caution." Klein sat down opposite Prince Edsac, following his gesture.
Edsac picked up a goblet of Ormir wine, as red as blood, and said, "Sigh, I originally planned to find an opportunity to help restore some of Talim's father's title, but unfortunately..."
He didn't delve deeper into the topic and instead changed the subject. "Sherlock, did you receive that package?"
"Yes." Klein answered only what was asked, offering no extra description.
Edsac nodded lightly. "Any progress?"
"I used Talim's hair, flesh, and personal effects to do a few divinations, but the conclusion I got every time was that he died of a sudden heart disease." Klein's flat, emotionless narration wildly implied meanings like "My Sequence is not high," "My ability is limited," "Although I'm good at divination, the other party is far stronger," and "I definitely can't uncover the truth."
Edsac showed an expression of disappointment he couldn't hide, sighed, and asked, "How do you plan to investigate next?"
"Starting with the people Talim contacted and the places he went in the days before his death." Klein replied according to the plan.
Edsac glanced at the old steward. "This will certainly involve intimidation, interrogation, and bribery. Hmm... give Sherlock 100 pounds for the investigation expenses."
"Yes, Your Highness." The old steward took out a stack of banknotes that he had prepared from his pocket.
Just giving 100 pounds as expenses? Klein once again felt the generosity of Prince Edsac.
"I will do my best to investigate." He took the 100 pounds in cash and directly put it into his pocket without counting.