After exploring a circle and finding nothing else, Klein returned to the ancient palace supported by stone pillars.
He sat at the head of the long bronze table, half-closed his eyes, and examined the growth of his spirituality and the comparison with the number of members he could pull in.
"Counting the previous unburdened ones, I can roughly pull in four more new members, but there's no target for now…" Klein shook his head and muttered. He didn't stay long and returned to the real world, busy for a wonderful dinner.
He cut potatoes, blanched beef, added onions, stir-fried for a while, sprinkled in white pepper and other seasonings, then poured preheated hot water into the stew pot, covered the lid, and turned down the flame.
It has to be said, the "Magician's" ability to control fire is a good helper in the kitchen… Since having it, my cooking skills have improved significantly… If there were no loss of control, no monsters, no searches, no evil gods, and everyone were committed to applying their abilities without such harm, the world would be peaceful and beautiful… Klein sighed, left the kitchen, and entered the living room.
The light from the gas wall lamp scattered. Originally intending to flip through a magazine and wait for the time to add potato and carrot pieces and put in an appropriate amount of salt, Klein couldn't help but think about how to play the "Faceless" role: "Just woke up this morning, my spirituality completely stabilized, and I found that although the 'Faceless' potion inside me hasn't shown signs of digestion, it has a certain degree of fit with me. This is a phenomenon that never occurred after taking the 'Seer', 'Clown', and 'Magician' potions before…"
Thinking this, Klein looked up and glanced at the bay window. Because the outside sky was already dark, it became like a mirror, faithfully reflecting the image of Sherlock Moriarty with black hair, brown pupils, beard at the mouth, and gold-rimmed glasses.
Klein thoughtfully nodded: "Maybe it's because I've been playing
"Although I have received many memory fragments and have some original feelings, in essence, I am still an otherworldly visitor,
"In these nearly five months, I've experienced too many things. Sometimes, I even think I am Klein Moretti."
In silence, various thoughts flashed through Klein's mind, giving him much insight.
However, I am always Zhou Mingrui wrapped in Klein Moretti's skin… I have never given up the intention of going back… He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the figure reflected on the bay window had changed: That was a young man with deep brown eyes and short black hair, with no distinctive features, looking fairly refined, but with obvious eye bags and a sign of a double chin at the jaw.
This is Zhou Mingrui from Earth.
Long time no see… Klein sighed inwardly, raised his hands, and rubbed his face.
When he lowered his arms, he had already changed back to the appearance of Sherlock Moriarty.
After such a period of contemplation and adjustment, he inexplicably felt that there were fewer barriers between his spirituality and the potion, showing signs of slow fusion.
"No wonder
He crossed his right leg, leaned back, and quickly had arrangements for the coming period: "Explore and summarize the specific acting rules of 'Faceless'…
"In the Beyonder circle of
"Directly or indirectly obtain the 'Sun Priest' potion formula, help little 'Sun' advance to Sequence 7, and qualify for methods to remove the mental contamination from loss of control within unique Beyonder characteristics.
"But I can't completely rely on little 'Sun'; I also need to try to gather information on my own."
Klein, with gradually settling mood, snapped his fingers, making the stove fire in the kitchen a little smaller, and the fragrance of beef began to spread.
At that moment, he heard the sound of the doorbell being rung.
The visitor was Lawyer Jurgen.
Even though it was drizzling and the ground was wet, Jurgen was still impeccably dressed, even wearing a stiff vertical collar.
"Is there something?" Klein was quite familiar with him and didn't make small talk, asking directly.
Jurgen put away his black umbrella, patted the few water droplets on his double-breasted long dress, and said: "Sherlock, I will leave Backlund next Monday and go south with my grandmother for a holiday. The warm environment and clean air there are very suitable for her."
"This is a very good thing." Klein proactively made a deduction and asked with a smile, "Are you asking me to temporarily foster Brody?"
Jurgen seriously shook his head: "My grandmother can't bear to part with Brody and insists on taking him. I've inquired, and as long as we put him in a cage and buy a full ticket, he can get on the steam train, but we must always pay attention to cleaning the cage and not polluting the air above."
In fact, the smell in the third-class carriage is enough to suppress the stench of cat shit… Klein chuckled and said: "Brody probably doesn't like going out, right?"
"But he is even more reluctant to part with my grandmother." Jurgen responded.
He pressed his hat and then said: "I'm here to inform you that if you need bail or legal dispute handling during this period, you can look for my colleague. This is his business card. I have already communicated with him. He won't leave Backlund this year."
Really professional, even considered this issue… But I probably won't need it for now. I am now an informant for the "Mechanical Heart," and under normal circumstances, I won't be arrested by the police… Klein smiled and thanked him, took the business card, and put it into his pocket.
Jurgen had no intention of chatting or coming in, so he immediately raised his hand and said: