Chapter 50 Inspiration and Trials

In the dim crimson moonlight, Klein lifted the quilt and got up.

For a fortuneteller, paying attention to dreams is the most basic quality, and the dream just now can't be explained by a simple nightmare.

Wearing fairly comfortable clothes, he came to the front of the full-length mirror and whispered:

"I dreamed of the blood-stained door in that room."

The figure of Miss Bodyguard was slowly outlined on the mirror, and she replied expressionlessly:

"The influence of the breath of evil spirits."

"It will gradually diminish until it disappears."

That's it... Klein nodded slightly, returned to the bed, picked up the gold pocket watch, and glanced at it.

Seeing that it was still early, he lay down to sleep again. This time, the dream was fragmented, and the encounter just now did not exist again.

The next day, that is, early Sunday morning, Klein refreshed and made himself a soft-boiled egg to go with the buttered bread.

In the Kingdom of Loen, or in other words, in the countries of the Northern Continent, reading newspapers at breakfast is a must for gentlemen, and Klein is no exception. "Becklund Morning Post".

"The "Uniform Examination Act for Government Employees" was officially passed by the House of Lords. The first round of exams will be held in early December, the second round of exams will be at the end of January next year, and the final interview will be two weeks later... Within a week, the government will announce the details of the exam. Positions and requirements, start the registration work... The reporter guesses that most of them will be in Backlund..." Klein scanned the content line by line, picked up his cup, and took a sip of Xibo black tea.

He inevitably thought of Benson, and said to himself in his heart:

"The bill was passed at the end of September, the position was announced in early October, the registration was completed in early November, and the exam began in early December... The schedule is very tight and unreasonable, which is enough to see the urgency of the king and the prime minister."

"But it is very beneficial to Benson. He prepared more than two months earlier than others. Even if he is not as good as those elites who graduated from college, he will definitely be better than most of the others. And the positions that these elites want to seek There will be no overlap with him."

"He should be fine..."

Klein originally wanted to tap four times on his chest, draw a crimson moon, and wish the goddess to bless him, but he thought that Miss Bodyguard was nearby, so he forcibly resisted the urge. After all, his declared belief is the god of steam and machinery.

After eating the last bite of bread, he continued to read the newspaper:

"The upper and lower houses passed the proposal to establish the 'Kingdom Air Pollution Investigation Committee', allowing the government to form this institution... The next month will be a critical period for all parties to compete for the membership..."

"...a separate Soda Prosecutor post was approved to target factories producing acid and caustic so as to minimize their level of contamination."

"...the fifth page does not have an advertisement for the purchase of goods by Ernst Firm, so there is no need to think about attending the Extraordinary party tomorrow night..."

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Tingen, Narcissusstrasse 2.

Benson silently read the news in the newspaper over and over again, completely forgetting about the bread on the dinner plate.

"The unified examination bill passed?" Melissa was wearing a long black dress, looking sideways at her brother who was behaving abnormally.

The newspapers in the past few days have been playing up the motions that will be passed this time.

Benson finally put down the newspaper, wiped his black hair, and exhaled slowly:

"Yes."

At this time, the two suddenly fell silent, and the house was quiet, not even the sound of knives and forks hitting the dinner plate.

The indescribable atmosphere was broken by the maid Bella who came out of the kitchen. Benson smiled and said:

"This is a predictable thing. In fact, what is more important is the previous news."

"Huh?" Melissa's expression was unusually quiet.

Benson took a bite of the bread, smiled and said:

"News about Backlund Institute of Technology reorganizing into a university."

"It will formally enroll students next year. It will not take grammar and classical literature exams. It will mainly focus on technical aspects. It is very suitable for graduates and current students of technical schools in various places."

"Melissa, I think you can give it a try."

"But……"

" Melissa retorted subconsciously.

Benson interrupted her words and said with a smile:

"Its tuition fee will be half cheaper than Universities such as Tingen, Perth, Hoy, Backlund, etc. It is equivalent to Conston University of Technology in Jianhai County, and there are more scholarship opportunities, Melissa, don't you like it? Mechanics, like steam, do you like this aspect? This is the best opportunity for you to get in touch with more advanced and in-depth knowledge.”

"Try it, how about it? Don't worry about wasting money. That, that money can allow us to maintain our current life without working, but we are still young, and we can't just define our life like this, define our life, you see , Compared with a few months ago, my grammar level has improved a lot."

"Um...a different environment might be better."

"I know you hate Tingen and here, well, we will come back eventually, but not when we were young."

Melissa glanced sideways at the various parts on the coffee table, moved her lips a few times and said:

"What about Bella..."

After Klein passed away, she originally didn't want to hire a handyman, but she thought of the miserable life that Bella might experience after losing her job, so she gave up this plan. Anyway, the extra expense of 5 soli per week can bring at least 300 pounds to the annuity income. As far as the Moretti family is concerned, it is nothing.

Regarding this, Benson shook his head and smiled:

"There are still a few months, so Bella can look for a new job in advance. Before that, we will continue to pay her and give her a bedroom. Moreover, her cooking skills are much better than before, so she can apply for the job It's a pity that you're the house cook... Hehe, of course, the premise of everything is that you can pass the entrance examination for Backlund Technical University."

He wanted to say that it was a pity that Bella hadn't been able to learn cooking for too long, but after glancing at Melissa's gloomy expression, he forcibly changed the subject.

Without waiting for Melissa to say more, Benson touched his hair with a smile:

"I plan to resign tomorrow and concentrate on preparing for the exam. It is said that most of the positions this time are in Backlund. This is exactly my goal. I hope we can go there together."

Melissa was silent for a moment, and finally nodded slowly.

At the same time, she put away the knife and fork, picked up the napkin, wiped her mouth and said:

"I'm going to the bathroom."

"Okay." Benson watched his sister get up and leave the table, and the smile that had been on his face disappeared quickly.

He took out the silver pocket watch with arabesques, stared at it carefully, and sighed very quietly.

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Throughout the daytime of Sunday, Klein was busy running around several public libraries in the Jowood area, trying to find information about Viscount Pound. However, the Viscount family did not have a separate biography, nor did any historian arouse their attention. An interest in conducting specialized research.

All of them were scattered in different corners of various historical materials. Klein, who did not use the "search" function, felt his head throbbing when faced with the vast collection of books and essays.

He spent six hours looking through a lot of information, but he still couldn't get any useful information.

"It is necessary to find someone who has extensive research on the history of nobles, or bribe someone in the police department to get the address of Baron Pound's current residence. He is a nobleman, and the police department must have corresponding records. The number of nobles is insignificant. Many." Klein returned home, stood in front of the bathroom mirror, and spoke to the air.

On the surface of the mirror, Miss Bodyguard's gothic court dress and black soft hat were quickly outlined.

She nodded slightly, as if agreeing with Klein's idea.

Immediately afterwards, her illusory and erratic voice came out:

"Employment ended."

I know, it's been three days... Klein thought for a while and said:

"If I can get any clues about the Pound family, would you like to know?"

The bodyguard lady did not answer, but nodded slightly.

"Hmm... through Maric?" Klein asked.

After nodding again, the bodyguard lady bent down, lifted her skirt, and saluted.

Her figure disappeared quickly, and everything reflected in the mirror was no longer special

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Klein looked around, but didn't relax just yet. He prepared dinner step by step and filled his stomach.

In the dead of night, when he returned to the bedroom and closed the curtains, he took out the iron cigarette case and reached out to touch the "all black eye" left by Rosago.

Waves of illusory roars immediately swept through his mind, as if they wanted to tear his spirit apart and destroy his thoughts.

Klein struggled against the pain that made his head almost explode, and once again saw the thin black lines spreading from different parts of his body.

They are densely packed, illusory and terrifying, extending to infinity.

Klein looked around, but couldn't find any other thin black lines, and finally confirmed that Miss Bodyguard had left.

He quickly let go, escaped from the negative influence, and it took dozens of seconds before he completely returned to normal.

"Phew, I can finally go above the gray mist to verify the inspiration I had before..." Klein murmured to himself silently, quickly arranged the ceremony, summoned himself, and responded to himself.

Then, in the spirit state, he carried the Azik copper whistle, picked up the iron cigarette case, and returned to the gray mist.

Klein sat at the top of the ancient long table, rubbed out spiritual flames with his fingers, and burned the blood-stained documents in the corner and other unnecessary items.

After all this was done, he opened the iron cigarette case, not surprisingly, he found that the "All Black Eye" had become quiet, no longer revealing madness at all times, but the influence and pollution were still deposited inside, just not Active again, as if hibernating.

"It really can't be separated directly..." Klein whispered, and immediately a man wearing a hooded robe appeared on the chair opposite the ancient long table.

Just like the previous attempt to create a clone, this man was dull and stiff, and he didn't look like a real person at first sight, so he couldn't fool the members of the Tarot Society.

However, Klein already had inspiration for this.

He stretched out his hand to hold the "All Black Eye", and there was a silence in his ears, and there was no more horrible roar.

With the help of the extraordinary characteristics of this gathering, he saw that there were also thin black threads floating out from the body of the dummy opposite.

Immediately afterwards, Klein carefully let the spirituality spread out through the "all-black eyes", touching several illusory threads among them.

Suddenly, he felt a grip.

This is, as soon as he thought about it, the dummy immediately raised his hand.

Sure enough! I can use the ability of "Master Puppet" to create a false member of the Tarot Society! It's just that this consumes a lot, and I can't maintain the second one... Well, the symbol on the back of the chair will not change accordingly, but Miss Justice and the others can't see it... Klein happily began to practice repeatedly, even Mastered the skill of how to manipulate the other party's throat and mouth to make it speak.

When his spirituality was close to exhaustion, he smiled and looked at the fake human on the opposite side:

"Welcome, new member, which tarot card do you want to draw?"

After finishing speaking, he closed his mouth, and the dummy on the opposite side raised his hand to touch his chin, and said with a hoarse smile:

"world!"

"I choose the card 'World'."

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