Chapter 888: A Familiar Silhouette (Asking for Monthly Votes)

Hearing Klein's question, the baby wrapped in silver silk raised his chubby arm and spread it to both sides, saying:

"I can't do anything about it either; I'm still in my mother's womb!

"Although that paper crane can no longer be written on, it can still help me locate you. If anything happens, I'll notify you!"

Klein had already expected such a response from Will Auceptin, so he kept his posture unchanged and maintained his smile as he explained:

"That paper crane is already slightly damaged. I'm afraid the positioning might go wrong."

Then he gave his own suggestion:

"Perhaps we can do this: after you are born, summon my messenger and write to tell me."

He was worried that something unusual might happen during Will Auceptin's birth, forcing this "Serpent of Fate" to change places as a baby, and then they would truly lose contact.

In the black baby carriage, Will Auceptin opened his mouth and then closed it again, not giving an answer for a while.

After several seconds, the baby pouted and said:

"Do you think that's realistic?

"Not only asking a newborn baby to pick up a pen and write a letter, but also setting up a ritual and summoning a messenger?"

Klein gave a dry laugh:

"But you are the 'Serpent of Fate'."

"You still have to respect the laws of nature!" Will Auceptin swung his arm and slapped the cushion beside him.

Then the baby thought for a moment and said:

"How about this: you have someone keep an eye on this place, and once there is news of a baby being born, immediately report it to you."

Klein's eyes shifted left and right before he said:

"That's fine too."

In this regard, the "people" he could ask were many: he could hire gang members through Sharon and convey the task via messenger; he could give the usually idle Emlyn White something to do; he could commission the bounty hunter Miss Xio to help, with the results communicated by Miss "The Magician" to "The World" Gehrman Sparrow; he could also have the "Magic Mirror" Arrodes keep watch nearby and report during one-way communications.

However, Emlyn's nose is very sensitive; who knows if he might sniff out the smell of umbilical cord blood outside the house, even discerning its essence... If that were really the case, it might cause an impact similar to seeing a mythical creature—loss of reason, mental derangement, bodily mutation... Taking advantage of the moment before Will Auceptin's baby carriage retreated into the shadows, Klein quickly asked:

"I have, um, a teacher who I haven't been in touch with for a long time. Could you help me look at his fate now?

"His name is Azik Eggers."

Because Mr. Azik had never replied to his letters, Klein was a bit worried. Previously, he had performed corresponding divinations on top of the Gray Fog using a copper whistle, but could only see a quiet, deep darkness and hear a long, distant breathing, unable to interpret what such a dream meant.

Will Auceptin sucked his thumb and said:

"He is in a state of change; this could be good or bad. I can only see this much because there is something special about your teacher."

Something special? Divinity directly from Death? State of change? Does that mean Mr. Azik has recovered more memories and is once again using slumber to restore his corresponding strength? Klein bowed thoughtfully and said:

"Thank you for your answer."

Will Auceptin turned his head to look aside.

Klein thought for a moment and added a reminder:

"As far as I know, the 'Blasphemer' Amon has arrived in Backlund. Of course, it's most likely an avatar."

Will Auceptin was startled for a moment, then chuckled:

"For you, this is bad; for me, it's actually quite good. Amon and that stupid snake Uroborus are absolute mortal enemies. No, more accurately, 'He' hates the 'True Creator' and constantly thinks about pulling 'Him' down from the divine throne, while Uroborus is loyal to that evil god."

After saying this, the black baby carriage withdrew into the shadows of the mirror, and everything returned to normal.

Amon hates the "True Creator"? I increasingly suspect that the "True Creator" is a participant in the devouring of the Ancient Sun God, the pitch-black baby among the Storm Angel, the Pure White Angel, and the Angel of Wisdom... Klein sighed, stepped forward, turned on the faucet, and washed his hands.

...

In the evening, at the East Bailang Veterans Officer Club.

Klein didn't immediately meet the long-faced Colonel Calvin. After placing the leather suitcase containing 10,000-pound notes into the heavy safe, he followed Senator Macht and began enjoying the buffet provided by this top-tier club.

The cuisine here specialized in Southern Continental flavors: cheese bread made from cassava flour, ice cream topped with purple raspberry juice, mixed seafood chowder seasoned with coconut milk and palm oil, beef offal stewed with pepper, tomatoes, and onions, Hagati skewer-grilled meat, Pas River Valley mixed soup, as well as fried pork chops and grilled squid.

Compared to other places, the ingredients used here were very high-end, and the taste was pure Southern Continental style. Klein was quite satisfied. If it weren't for maintaining his image, he thought that taking one bite of Hagati skewer-grilled meat and one bite of purple raspberry ice cream at the same time would definitely be extremely enjoyable.