After snapping out of it, Klein rubbed his temples and gradually calmed down, realizing that this matter didn't have much to do with him.
He had no motivation to get involved. He didn't care whether the Loen military found Turani von Hermosuin or not, because he lacked sufficient sense of belonging to the
"I never thought that in this world I'd become more of an internationalist…" He chuckled to himself and was about to return to the real world, turn off the lights, and go to sleep, leaving the waves outside and the raging storm to themselves.
Just then, the corner of his eye caught the largest item in the pile of clutter—a radio receiver.
"Speaking of which, which faction is actually controlling Turani von Hermosuin? If it's people on the side of the 'Mystery Queen' Bernadette, then no problem. She is someone who adheres to the motto 'Do whatever you want, but don't cause harm' and wouldn't go too far.
"If it's the Rose School represented by the 'Blood Admiral,' then it's bad. Apart from the suppressed restrained faction within, those who worship the 'Bound God' or the '
He soon had an idea: bring the radio receiver back to the real world, tune it to the appropriate frequency, and see if he could intercept telegrams from the Blood Admiral's gang, then decipher them using the codebook he possessed.
"With a citywide sweep tonight, the situation is at a very delicate and critical point. If they are controlling Hermosuin, necessary telegram exchanges are likely to occur… Given that the Governor's office, the Loen military, and the
After getting the radio receiver into his room, he didn't use it directly. Instead, he took out the ritual silver dagger and created a spiritual wall to seal the room.
He was letting off the smell—the smell of the
From his perspective, determining which faction was controlling Hermosuin didn't actually require such trouble. He could simply use the aura of the Gray Fog to connect to the "Magic Mirror"
Therefore, Klein prioritized caution and decided to rely on himself.
After seven to eight minutes, when he felt the "smell" had mostly dissipated, he removed the spiritual wall, operated the radio receiver, and began monitoring.
After an unknown amount of time, radio waves suddenly appeared on the corresponding frequency!
Klein suppressed his inner excitement, carefully recorded the message, then opened the codebook he had previously reproduced through divination and began deciphering it.
Soon, he wrote a line of words on a sticky note: "32 Black Pepper Avenue, 7 am tomorrow."
So indeed, the ones controlling Hermosuin were the Blood Admiral's bunch, with possible involvement of strong members from the Rose School… Klein immediately made a judgment.
This conclusion wasn't based on the content of the telegram, but a simple deduction from the very existence of the telegram.
—If it wasn't related to the Blood Admiral, they wouldn't coincidentally send or receive a telegram involving a street in Bayam on such a night!
"What does this telegram mean? Gather at 32 Black Pepper Avenue before 7 am? Or are Hermosuin and the 'Silver Coin Snake' Odell already hiding there, reporting their location to the Blood Admiral and giving the corresponding time?" Klein pondered, then immediately returned to the Gray Fog. Combining the intelligence he had, he wrote down a divination statement: "The current location of Turani von Hermosuin."
Holding the paper and leaning back against the chair, Klein repeatedly chanted the content in a murmuring way while entering a dream state through meditation.
In the grayish expanse, he saw an underground hall with numerous gas wall lamps.
Inside the hall was a huge and complex machine, made of copper pillars, levers, connecting arms, and countless tightly meshed gears, occupying two-thirds of the space.
A thin old man with completely white and messy hair, wrapped in a thick coat, paced back and forth in front of the machine, occasionally tossing a fruit into his mouth and crunching it.
"No, it should no longer be called a difference engine. It is a lovely creature that can analyze problems and calculate answers based on a set procedure. Yes, its name must be 'Analytical Engine'!" the old man muttered repeatedly, while Klein's perspective rose upward, leaving the underground hall and reaching the building above.
It was a three-story small villa with a garden and lawn. A house number was hung outside, which read: "32 Black Pepper Avenue!"
So he is there… Klein opened his eyes and slowly exhaled.
Then he started to think about how to handle the situation.
"Such a great scientist is of no use to me; he's only a source of trouble. I can't keep him on the Gray Fog forever. So there's no need for me to act personally and take him away… Hmm, pass the information to the Loen military or the Church of the Lord of Storms? That would effectively prevent the Rose School from gaining any benefit. However, there is a faction within the military that seems connected to the true culprit behind the Great Smog of
That was to make the matter public, so that the existence and whereabouts of Turani von Hermosuin were no secret to the Loen military and the major churches. This would effectively ensure that the great scientist's abilities were applied for the Loen Kingdom itself rather than any particular faction!
Checks and balances are the key… Klein murmured softly, waved his hand, and drew the "Sea God's Scepter" to him.
In the past, to make something public and bring it to light, he had to carefully distribute 'leaflets' throughout the city. Now, he had a simpler and more effective method!
He selected a believer who was praying, expanded his field of view, and included the scene within a radius of five kilometers.
Then, by means of the "Sea God's Scepter," he seized control of the surrounding winds!
When the storm had abated slightly, Klein sank his consciousness into the image, changed his voice, and spoke in a hoarse tone: