Chapter 54 Overture
Above the gray mist, in the magnificent palace.
Klein saw the scene in the valet's room through the prayer spot of "The Winner" Enyuni.
The horizon was raised and gradually extended, and the whole Boklund Street came into his eyes little by little. There were small buildings surrounded by flowers and green grass, and Intis plane trees that blocked the sun. , elegantly or gorgeously decorated carriages, and young people galloping cheerfully on bicycles.
In the end, Klein locked on to the house at No. 39, which is the mansion of Councilor Macht, and lowered his vision, examining the humans and animals there one by one, to see if he could find a black-haired, black-eyed man wearing a monocle. man.
Phew... For the time being, there is no misplacement or grafting of fate... After nearly ten minutes, Klein was slightly relieved.
At this moment, a carriage drove into Macht's house and stopped in front of the hall.
A girl with long dark green wavy hair and dark brown bright eyes stepped down from the carriage. It was Hazel who had gone home.
She was wearing a dark green dress that showed no shoulders, her lips were slightly pursed, and her expression was stretched with a little joy.
Seeing Hazel like this, Klein's heart skipped a beat.
This is absolutely abnormal performance!
In Klein's view, after the mouse demigod encountered Amon's doppelgänger, there were no more than two results. One was that he still had a hole card and escaped successfully at the cost of serious injuries; No matter what the situation is, Hazel will definitely not be able to find a teacher, and she will inevitably be sad, painful, depressed, and sad. How can she be both relaxed and happy?
Judging by the way she risked going to the suburban manor to inform the teacher, she is not such a cold and selfish person... Her current state shows that she is sure that her teacher, the mouse and demigod, is fine, and even asked him about it. There are certain rewards there, which may include common sense of various extraordinary worlds... This is contradictory to my speculation about the demigod fate of mice, no, it is not contradictory, after eliminating all kinds of impossibilities, what is left is the truth... Klein asked After leaning against the back of the chair, he already had a judgment:
Amon not only absorbed the extraordinary characteristics of the mouse demigod, but also stole "his" fate and replaced "his" identity!
So, in Hazel's eyes, her teacher didn't have any accidents and just needed to hide for a while... After confirming something, Klein silently let out a breath and relaxed a little.
to him,
The most frightening thing about Amon is that no one knows what form and identity He will appear in. It is not impossible for Mr. Macht to wear a monocle one day, and the mosquitoes in the garden will turn around at the same time, so we can roughly grasp After knowing what identity Amon would appear in, Klein inevitably felt a little more at ease.
As for whether Amon will reveal the details in front of Hazel, Klein believes that it is absolutely impossible. After all, this is a king of angels based on fraud. The teaching is different, and you can easily use the excuse of "it was a test, but now it's officially started".
Of course, according to Pallez Zarathustra, Amon will never appear only as a mouse demigod, so he can't be careless because of this... Klein observed for a while, retracted his gaze, and left above the gray mist .
In a semi-open room with a large balcony, he sat in an easy chair, drank black tea with lemon slices, half-closed his eyes, and thought about how to deepen contact with Qonas Kilgor in the future.
After an unknown amount of time, Klein suddenly opened his eyes and activated his Spirit Vision.
——At the level of a demigod, he can already switch his vision on and off purely with his thoughts.
Almost at the same time, Reinette Tinekerr came out of the void carrying four blond-haired and red-eyed heads, one of which had a letter in its mouth.
"Whose letter?" Klein stretched out his right hand as if asking himself.
"Sharon..." Reinette Tinekerr answered from the other head.
Miss Sharon? She should be making final preparations before being promoted, why did she suddenly write to me? Klein took the letter from Miss Messenger with some doubts.
After unfolding the letter paper, he found that there was very little content on it, only a simple line of words:
"Emlyn White is looking for someone from the Rose School of Thought."
Emlyn is looking for someone from the Rose School of Thought? Klein raised his eyebrows in surprise.
In his opinion, Emlyn is a vampire who is afraid of trouble. If it is not necessary, he does not even want to go out. How could he take the initiative to look for someone from the Rose School of Thought?
This is definitely not Emlyn's own intention... Well, Emlyn mentioned before that a big man from the blood clan wants to see him... Is this a new mission given to him by the blood clan? Probably! However, why didn't he mention it in the Tarot meeting? Uh, focusing on disciplinary actions and having other clues, so I temporarily suppressed this matter? Klein thought about it, leaned forward, and under the gaze of Miss Messenger's eight eyes, he took a piece of letter paper from the coffee table and took a pen.
He wasn't curious about what clues Emlyn had, because it was very obvious:
Since Miss Sharron knew that Emlyn was looking for members of the Rose School of Thought, and asked her mutual friend, Detective Sherlock Moriarty, about it, it means that the object of this blood race's help must be the "brave man" "Ian, the black market arms dealer in the bar.
This also indirectly shows that Emlyn found traces of Sharon or Maric in the previous commission, otherwise he would not be able to directly mention the Rose School of thought to an ordinary person.
I don't know enough about the "pharmacist" pathway, so I can't judge how Emlyn found the "wraith" or "living corpse"... Klein raised his right foot, put the letter paper on his lap, and brushed with a pen wrote:
"This should be the task given to Emlyn by the upper echelons of the blood clan. They hate those members of the Rose School of Thought who believe in the 'primordial moon', and they have vented their anger on other factions of the Rose School of Thought..."
After writing this, Klein paused for a moment, and added one more point:
"I doubt that the 'Mother Tree of Desire' has the intention to erode the authority of the 'Moon' domain, but I don't understand why the believers of the 'Original Moon' want to join the Rose School. The relationship between this hidden existence and the 'Mother Tree of Desire' seems complicated. There is hostility, there is also cooperation, it is difficult to guess..."
Putting down the pen and folding the letter paper, Klein looked at the Miss Messenger waiting beside him, and said with a smile:
"How did you know I was going to write back?"
One of Reinette Tinekerr's heads answered succinctly:
"Feel……"
Immediately afterwards, the four blond-haired and red-eyed heads spoke in turn:
"You..." "Recently..." "Lively..." "A little..."
"Expression..." "Also..." "Enriched..." "A lot..."
Klein took out the box connected to the gold pocket watch, took a gold coin from it, and laughed at himself:
"Always wearing a thick mask is not conducive to physical and mental health. After passing through the gate of demigods, you must pay more attention to this."
Therefore, unless it was necessary to cover up and disguise, he reduced the number of times he used the "clown" ability to control his expression.
Reinette Tinekerr didn't say anything more, she bit the gold coin and the reply letter, and disappeared in place.
Watching the Miss Messenger leave, Klein leaned back slightly, and said a few words to himself:
"I don't know if Miss Sharon and the others will use the blood race to deal with the members of the Rose School of Thought in Backlund...
"Miss Sharron's current energy is mainly focused on promotion, and she may not be involved, but Maric is not necessarily..."
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Emlyn changed from the priest's robe of the Church of the Mother of the Earth, put on a black formal suit and a silk top hat, walked out of the Harvest Church, and boarded a rented carriage parked beside the street.
After ordering the destination, he casually cast his gaze out of the window.
At this moment, Emlyn felt something, and his body moved suddenly, leaving the original position at a speed that could drag out afterimages, and switched to the side.
Then, he saw a figure suddenly appeared in the opposite void:
This is a young man whose coat has not been buttoned up, revealing a white shirt and a black vest inside. His black hair is a little messy, and it seems that he has not combed it well. His brown eyes are full of oppressive feeling, as if he is restraining his hidden desires. some kind of impulse.
Glancing at the other party's face as pale as a corpse, Emlyn raised his chin slightly, and smiled without nervousness at all:
"You finally came to me."
"Aren't you afraid that I'm a member of the Rose School of Thought, and I'm here to deal with you?" The young man's figure was somewhat transparent.
Emlyn said "Hey" and said:
"Do you think I don't know the history of the Rose School of Thought and the defection of the Temperance School that happened before?
"Well, what's the name?"
"Maric." The young man responded, "Is this the information you got from the upper echelons of the blood clan?"
Emlyn froze for a moment, then clicked his tongue and said:
"You guys are smarter than I thought."
In this way, he affirmed the other party's guess.
Maric took a slow breath, leaned forward slightly and said:
"How did you find out about our existence from Ian?"
Emlyn then leaned against the wall and said with a smile:
"Humans have the taste of human beings, and resentful souls have the taste of resentful souls."
Maric was silent for a few seconds, and then said:
"You blood race really want to deal with members of the Rose School of Thought in Backlund?"
"Important members." Emlyn replied emphatically.
"If this is the case, I can use myself as a bait to help you catch members of the Rose School of Thought, but I need confirmation." Maric rubbed his eyes and said bluntly, "I know you can't make a decision, so go back and ask for instructions." The upper echelons of the blood clan, get the necessary promises, and after that, you know where to find us."
Having said that, he handed out a document bag in his hand:
"This is from Ian to you. Follow Ernes Boyar's initial feedback. A number of bounty hunters have completed it together."
Emlyn took the file bag, and nodded seriously:
"it is good."