Chapter 609: Professional

The boundless gray fog hung quietly, and from the head of the bronze long table came a slight scraping sound.

Klein changed his posture, pushing his deliberation over the details of the evil spirit incident with even greater seriousness, increasingly believing that he and Miss Sharon had at that moment completely overlooked the possibility that something was wrong with Rafter Pound:

"This belongs to the extraordinary ability of the 'Red Priest' pathway's 'Conspirer'?

"Moreover, it's closer to normal deception, with only subtle aspects relying on supernatural power, so even after entering the mysterious space above the gray fog, I wouldn't passively detect that I had been tricked; I have to actively think and analyze to discover the problem?

"If I hadn't learned from Mr. Azik that the evil spirit resembles the long-fallen 'Red Priest' Medici, I would never have thought there was an issue, and thus wouldn't have hired Miss 'Magician' to look for abnormal signs on Williams Street..."

After thinking for a few minutes, Klein materialized paper and pen, preparing to confirm his speculation through divination.

After deliberating for a while, he finally wrote down the sentence for "dream divination":

"Baronet Rafter Pound's current condition."

Putting down the round-bellied crimson fountain pen, Klein held the paper with the divination sentence written on it and leaned back against the chair.

First, he recalled the information he had on Rafter Pound, then closed his eyes, silently repeated the sentence, and entered meditation.

Klein's thoughts quickly calmed, and he soon fell into a dream.

In the gray world, fragmented images flashed by one after another, finally settling on the house at 29 Sivillas Street.

In the warm living room, Rafter Pound, wearing a fleece pajama, held a glass filled with red liquid, standing quietly by the window looking out at the Backlund Police Headquarters diagonally opposite.

The baronet's temples were noticeably grayer, the puffy bags under his eyes were tinted blue-black, and the wrinkles on his forehead, eyes, and mouth were deeper than his age of around forty should have been.

His pupils showed mild but abnormal dilation, his cheeks were flushed, and he wore a faint smile—all subtle yet unusual changes from the Rafter Pound Klein had seen before.

So something is really wrong with him... Klein emerged from the dream and considered how to deal with the evil spirit.

Undoubtedly, his thinking was inertial: without being able to contact Miss Sharon, his first reaction was to report it!

But how exactly should he report? After thinking seriously for a while, Klein materialized the figure of "The World" and had him pray:

"Through reliable channels, deliver the following message to the Church of the Goddess of the Night and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.

"Message: Senior spies from Feysac and Intis gather on Williams Street; purpose unknown.

"Reward: 100 pounds."

This was the phrasing Klein had carefully considered. Directly mentioning things like "Angel King," "Red Priest," the Medici family, and the ruins of the Tudor dynasty would indeed attract the attention of the Church and the military, but would also make Miss "Magician" Fors become targeted by official organizations, which was very dangerous.

The phrasing "senior spies from Feysac and Intis gather on Williams Street" was relatively gentle—something an ordinary Beyonder might notice—and would be enough to make the Church and the military alert, sending appropriate strong personnel and taking the most effective measures.

As for what they discovered in subsequent investigations, that would be their contribution and had nothing to do with the informant.

As for the option of asking Mr. Azik for help, Klein had considered it but ultimately abandoned it, because the evil spirit was suspected to have been an Angel King in life and was very dangerous, and Mr. Azik, still in his recovery phase, might not be able to handle it.

After a moment's hesitation, Klein turned the materialized scene into rays of light and threw them toward the crimson star that symbolized Miss "Magician."

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Backlund, Cherwood Borough.

Fors received the response from Mr. "World" and listened blankly in slight shock.

"Those are senior spies from Feysac and Intis?" she muttered in astonishment, believing that the materials she had provided could not possibly lead to such a conclusion!

But she quickly let it go, thinking that Mr. "World" had suspected Williams Street was abnormal precisely because he had received intelligence about senior spies, and after confirming that Feysac and Intis people were present, it was very simple to reach that conclusion.

"Deliver the message to the Church of the Night and the Church of Steam? That's just a euphemism for reporting to the authorities... Too bad I can't go watch on the sidelines; otherwise I'd certainly be able to see a good show..." Fors was no stranger to reporting, since her roommate and good friend was a bounty hunter.

She quickly had an idea and decided to leave the reporting to the experienced Hugh.

Leaving the bedroom, she saw Hugh sitting on the sofa, leaning forward and looking at target documents, occasionally reaching up to grab her messy blonde hair, looking very serious.

Fors picked up a decorative item and approached the sofa, handing it over:

"Here, have some cake."

Hugh glanced at the cream cake, not distracted, and reached out to catch it.

At that moment, Fors turned and opened her palm, and the cake in her hand had turned into a piece of golden cloth.

"Surprise?" she asked with a smile.

Hugh couldn't help rolling her eyes and said: