Chapter 110 Confirmation

After thinking for a moment, Klein decided to go home first and confirm one thing.

And he believes that if the actions of the doom puppet last night were not deliberately designed to let him see the pattern on the paper, then the captain and the others will definitely find clues when they check later, and whether they report it or not will not affect the overall situation.

Otherwise, it is worth considering.

This is what Klein wants to confirm next.

He took the trackless stagecoach back to Daffodil Street. When he returned home, his brother Benson and sister Melissa, who were in Sunday state, had not yet gotten up, and the living room was quiet, dim and silent.

Klein boiled a pot of water, threw away some tea leaves, and ate a piece of oatmeal bread together, before walking towards the stairs with his coat, hat, and walking stick.

He subconsciously eased his steps without making any noticeable noise.

As soon as he got up to the second floor, he saw the door of the bathroom suddenly open, and Melissa wearing an old cloth long dress came out with a sleepy look.

"You're back..." Melissa rubbed her eyes in confusion.

Klein covered his mouth and yawned:

"Yes, I need a good dream and don't wake me up until lunch."

Melissa gave a "um" and said suddenly as if remembering something:

"Benson and I are going to St. Selena's Church in the morning to pray and attend Mass, and lunch may be a little later."

As Evernight Goddess is not too devout believers, she and Benson maintain the frequency of going to church once every two weeks, and Klein, who is a night watchman, has never been to church except when he was followed by members of the Secret Order.

No, I'm in the church every day, it's just the underground of the church... Klein subconsciously defended in his heart.

He is currently very worried that the goddess will abandon him as a pseudo-believer. If the ritual magic fails to respond at a critical moment, then the joke will be too big...

But think about Old Neil, the goddess is quite tolerant to the Nighthawks, um, that's right! Klein puffed up to himself.

These divergent thoughts flashed by, he looked at Melissa, nodded with a smile:

"No problem, I happen to be able to sleep longer."

Past Melissa, he entered his bedroom and locked the door with his backhand.

Immediately afterwards, he forced his spirits, took out the ritual silver dagger, and created a sealed spiritual wall.

Then, Klein took four steps backwards, chanted the incantation silently, resisted the frantic screams, and entered above the gray fog.

In this illusory and boundless world, he is the only living creature, sitting at the head of the ancient mottled bronze long table.

After calming down for dozens of seconds, Klein showed parchment and wrote the divination spell:

"The pattern shown by the doom puppet."

At that moment last night, although Klein could clearly see the mysterious pattern on the paper, due to his nervousness and haste, he could only remember the general but not the specific details, but this was not a problem. But, remember that there is such a thing, you can reproduce it!

- According to esoteric theory, spirituality remembers everything it sees, and with the right method, can re-present the scene at a given moment.

At this point, Klein even thinks that the theory of the Psychological Alchemy Society described by "Psychic" Daly has some truth. Human memory is only an island exposed on the sea surface and cannot carry too much, so most of the information spiritually remembered is Become the subconscious, become the main body of the island underwater.

And spirituality itself, if not the entire ocean, includes all the seas around the island.

After silently reciting the divination incantation, Klein leaned back and fell asleep by meditating.

In the hazy, twisted, and fragmented world, he saw the Chanis door opened by Zaza again, and heard a heavy rubbing sound.

The puppet wearing a long black classical court dress pressed tightly against the open half door and spread the paper in his hand.

On the paper, there are many mysterious symbols depicted, which together form an erect eye.

Klein looked at the pattern deeply, took the initiative to withdraw from the dream, and then used the special features above the gray fog to express the memory that had not subsided:

On the brown parchment, the erect eyes "looked up" above, strange and mysterious.

Klein thought for a while and wrote below the eye:

"This is the key to the treasure left by the Antigonus family."

Putting away the pen, he untied the silver chain wrapped around the cuff, and held it with his left hand until the citrine pendant was stably suspended above the divination statement and the mysterious vertical eye, and there was no longer any obvious shaking.

Klein closed his eyes and silently recited the sentence in an ethereal and peaceful manner.

After seven times, he opened his eyes and saw that the citrine pendant was rotating slightly clockwise with a silver chain.

And this is affirmed in the pendulum method.

"The vertical eye pattern is really the key to the treasure left by the Antigonus family..." Klein nodded slightly as if thinking.

He tapped the edge of the long bronze table with his fingers slowly, and said silently to himself:

"Because of the death of Riel Bieber, the descendants of the Antigonus family were cut off, so that notebook regards me, a 'divine man' who has been in contact with it and is still alive, as the inheritor?"

"It affects 3-0625, leaving the key to the treasure for the other party to show me when I'm on duty at Chanis Gate?"

"There's nothing wrong with that logic, but it still doesn't convince me."

"How does that notebook confirm that the blood descendants of the Antigonus family are extinct?"

"And I'm a completely irrelevant person... If I also have the blood of the Antigonus family, the original owner would not have been killed in the first place."

"Well, it doesn't matter whether they tell the captain or not about this matter, I will study it."

Next, Klein divination for the location of the Antigonus family treasure, but he did not get the detailed information without a doubt. With the main peak of the Hornages Mountains, it is related to the ancient kingdom of night.

After the divination, Klein found that the crimson star with the sound of prayer before had faint fluctuations again.

He touched the illusory star in response to his prayer, and saw the brown-haired boy wearing unique black tights again.

The young man was still on his knees, still facing the pure crystal ball, still muttering something in a low voice.

At this time, Klein, who had learned a small amount of dragon language, finally managed to understand one of the sentences:

"Pray... to save... father and mother."

Really dragon language... Where else is dragon language used now? This is an old thing calculated in thousand years... Unfortunately, my mysterious master above the gray fog is just an empty shelf, and I can't save it if I want to save it... Klein shook his head and sighed, and decided to observe for a while.

I'll talk about it when I have enough dragon language words to understand what happened to his father and mother... Klein retracted his spirituality, wrapped himself, and plunged down sharply.

Back in the bedroom, he lifted the spiritual wall, put on old but comfortable clothes, lay down on the bed, and started to catch up on sleep.

Klein slept until half past twelve until Melissa, who had made lunch, knocked on the door.

After a fairly hearty lunch, he saw Melissa put on the gauze hat that matched the new skirt, and looked like she was going out.

"What else are you doing this afternoon?" Klein asked suspiciously.

Sitting on the sofa, Benson, who frowned and studied grammar books, answered without raising his head:

"Mrs. Shawd next door told Melissa that there was a lecture on family affairs in the municipal auditorium in the afternoon, and Melissa planned to listen to it and learn how to deal with the daily problems of the family."

Melissa nodded and said:

"I asked Selena and Elizabeth to accompany me."

"Yes, I hope the lecture teacher will tell you that a family like ours needs to hire at least one chores maid." Klein said with a smile.

Seeing that Melissa wanted to refute, he immediately added:

"We're going to devote our limited time to more valuable things."

Melissa was stunned for a while, then she pursed her lips for a long time, put on the gauze cap, and opened the door to go out.

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, Klein reappeared at the Blackthorn Security Company.

"Didn't you go back to rest?" Roshan asked at the same time as Dunn Smith, who happened to be in the reception hall.

Klein smiled and said:

"I was going to go to the divination club, but I always remembered what happened last night, so I came here first. Has the church responded?"

Dunn glanced at Roshan, turned silently, walked towards the partition, and walked into his office.

Roshan made a face at his back and whispered fiercely:

"Captain really..."

well done! Klein secretly praised, holding back a smile and following Dunn into his office.

Seeing the door closed, Dunn sniffed his pipe and said:

"The sanctuary has confirmed that it is the problem with the Antigonus family notebook, and has repositioned it as a '1' level sealed artifact. Unfortunately, you will not be able to read it with a confidentiality level."

"1" level, high risk level, only the bishop and the leader of the night watchman squad can know the specific situation? In other words, the captain can't figure out what's going on... It's highly dangerous, no wonder... Klein thought with a little regret and a lot of relief.

Dunn glanced at him and continued:

"The sanctuary also asked us to check whether there are any items behind the Chanis Gate infected by this notebook. After confirmation, only '3-0625' was abnormal, and we have replaced its sealing measures."

"Any other discoveries?" Klein asked curiously.

Dunn shook his head:

"No."

Klein nodded thoughtfully and didn't talk about this topic any more. After a few greetings, he left and went to the divination club to continue his "digestion journey".

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Inside the Municipal Auditorium.

Three good friends, Melissa, Selena, and Elizabeth, were sitting near the door, waiting for the lecture to begin.

"If she doesn't speak well, we'll sneak out." Selena suggested enthusiastically.

Elizabeth immediately agreed:

"Go to Harrods."