【Klein-centric】Narrator he system (1-3)

【克中心】旁白君he系统

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1.

The musketeer joke is illogical and pure torture. Anyway, one day during the Blackthorn period, a voice suddenly broke into the peaceful life of the Tingen Group...

"Summoning evil gods, demons, and casting terrible curses..." Klein stared into Leonard's eyes, as if he was thinking deeply about something, and as if he was examining him. After all, Emperor Roselle once said: The eyes are the windows to the soul! Klein didn't think Leonard's words were trustworthy, and said half-questioningly and half-speculatingly, "You seem very sure? But we only have two samples for the survey for now..."

Leonard smiled cynically and said, "Klein, there is no need for us to pretend. I have witnessed you breaking free from the control of Sealed Artifact 2-049 and I know that you are special. You should also be able to vaguely sense that I am different from ordinary Beyonders."

He restrained his smile, which made him look a little more mysterious and profound than usual. He met Klein's gaze calmly and said, "I once told you that there are many special people in this world who can always do things that others can't do, such as you and me.

"This world has a long history, and there have always been people who have obtained and mastered these magical items, becoming the protagonists of different dramas. There won't be too many such people, but there certainly won't be just one or two.

"I don't think that Beyonders who hide secrets are necessarily bad guys or villains. I don't think we have to figure out the origin of their specialness or why they manifest themselves... As long as your actions don't endanger me, the Nighthawks, and the entire Tingen City, then you are still my teammate. Similarly, I hope you will treat me with a similar attitude. Of course, it's best not to tell the people above about this. Those guys are old-fashioned and conservative. They always think that special people like us will inevitably lose control and be seduced by evil gods and demons and fall."

I have more secrets than you think... Klein was shocked and replied, "That's indeed my attitude. I only care about your behavior and purpose. I don't care about your uniqueness and I don't try to pry into your secrets." Before he finished speaking, Klein speculated in his mind why Leonard Mitchell felt that he was the protagonist of the era.

Leonard nodded, seeming to be very satisfied with Klein's attitude. He unbuttoned the two buttons on his shirt with his fingertips and chuckled a few times, which made him look more like the lover of those socialites in Tingen City's Honest Man Daily, where both parties got what they wanted.

He continued: "I'm glad we've reached a consensus."

Leonard's eyes were so frivolous that they made Klein feel nauseous. "In those adventure novels, this is called the meeting of two protagonists, and the wheel of history begins to roll forward."

[Shameless! Klein smiled perfunctorily.]

A voice identical to his own rang out, causing Klein to shudder. He subconsciously turned his gaze toward Leonard and discovered that he was just as confused as he was. No, he just didn't react at all!

"Klein?" Leonard looked more confused than nervous. That was right. After all, not everyone could react as quickly as Klein. Moreover, his polite colleague had actually been complaining about him in private.

Klein tried to make amends, "Let me explain..." He forced a smile and said, "Before that, perhaps we should first figure out the source of this sound."

"You're right." Leonard quickly stopped talking. Klein didn't expect the other party to be so easy to fool.

[Poor Leonard, he thought the sound just now was just an accident, or a prank by someone to sow discord. He treated Klein as a sympathetic companion, but Klein treated him as a fool. The great narrator was just reading out Klein's thoughts. If Leonard noticed how stiff Klein's smile was, how unconfident his tone was, and how abruptly he changed the subject, his brows could have pinched a fly to death! Only the careless Leonard thought that it was just a coincidence. At this time, Klein still thought that the other party was too easy to fool! ]

"I didn't!" Klein argued. "It's even more fond of exaggerating than those editors of gossip. Calm down, calm down... I should divine the origin of this thing."

At the same time, Klein began to use a penny to tell fortunes, while Leonard fell silent, with his left hand clenched into a fist and his index finger resting on his chin.

【Klein found that he couldn't figure out the source of this weird voice at all. He couldn't help but feel upset. When he saw Leonard, he couldn't help but sigh that he really didn't have any talent for detective. In fact, Leonard didn't think about anything, he was just in a daze.】

Leonard laughed a few times sheepishly.

"Do you need help?"

It was the voice of "the corpse collector" Frye. No one else could have such a dull tone and melancholy temperament.

【Frye, the "corpse collector," was attracted by the noise in the room. He wondered if Leonard had made Klein feel embarrassed. After all, except for Leonard himself, everyone else knew that Klein wanted to stay away from Leonard. Frye understood this because Leonard's familiar attitude at the beginning also made him feel uncomfortable and restrained. However, he didn't know that the reason why Klein wanted to stay away from Leonard was not because of his personality, but because most of Leonard's behavior made him look like a playboy in his eyes, or a promiscuous poet who always had sex with both men and women like a gay man.】

The room fell into damned silence.

"I can explain." Klein said with tears in his eyes. "Before that, we have to report to the captain and the others."

36 Zouteland Street.

Dunn Smith seemed to have been waiting for them for a long time. Roxanne was sitting on the sofa in the reception area with her eyes wide open, puzzled by the arrival of Klein and his group.

【Ladies and gentlemen, hello! Don't be surprised by the appearance of the protagonist. I'm talking about you, Miss Roxanne. Don't think that old Mr. Neil doesn't know that you secretly took his hand-ground coffee and brewed it. Dunn obviously expected Klein's arrival, but he didn't expect him to come so early, and he brought a group of people with him, which made him look like the leader of Tingen City. Although he stood between Leonard and Frye with his height, he didn't look like the boss, but made the other two look like security guards. This might be the basic operation of the Blackthorn Security Company!

Discussing a gentleman's height is as impolite as discussing a lady's age! Klein thought gloomily. It can be seen that Mr. Klein Moretti really cares about his short height compared to the people around him. No wonder the first thing he did after being promoted to a "faceless man" was to make himself taller. Yes, just a little bit. 】

Then, Roshan laughed a few times. Because Klein was here, she laughed very subtly, but the effect was just the opposite. With Roshan being the first to speak out, the others also laughed out loud without any scruples.

This damn narration! It leaves people with no privacy at all! And every time the inner voice is read, it will be replaced by that person's voice, imitating the person's tone of voice and emotionally imitating that person's emotions! This is too foul! Klein felt his fist hard, and it seemed that he was the only one whose inner voice was read. Where is the yellow and black king who was supposed to be in charge of good luck? Bad review! Then he felt disappointed again. What did he just say? What if my vest is exposed... I can't think anymore, meditate, meditate... Rye bread is eight pounds and nine pence, and that one pound of bread is...

[Klein turned out to be this short! Leonard was shocked. He was shorter than I thought... Leonard was the only one who didn't laugh, because he felt that it wasn't Klein's fault that he was short.]

Klein glared at Leonard fiercely.

【In order to take care of his colleague's self-esteem, Leonard did not mock Klein. He didn't understand why he was given the cold shoulder by his colleague when he did nothing. I was just stating a fact! Leonard thought. Klein didn't understand what he had done wrong to be publicly punished for his height. What he didn't know was that he would face another disaster in the future! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! 】

Klein took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, then he said to Dunn, "Captain, this is the problem we are facing. Where did this sound come from? Is it related to the case?"

"Perhaps, it is the remnant of some seal. It has not caused any substantial harm to us." Dunn thought for a moment and added, "Even if it is the case, I will report it to the Church of Evernight and let the high-sequence angels take care of it."

[Praise the Captain! The great narrator always tells the truth and even helps you! If the Captain's hairline doesn't move back any more and his memory is a little better, I will fall in love with you! ]

Klein subconsciously observed Dunn's expression. Sure enough, the captain's face had turned a colorful black. It was very, very bad!

[Should we hurry up and "get on with the plot" now? I won't tell you that time is urgent and the murderer you are chasing is now performing an evil ritual. I won't tell you that she is in a gray-blue two-story house near the Tussock River in the West District, and it has a dilapidated and dark garden. ]

she?

Klein and Leonard looked at each other. They walked out the door at the same time, ignoring Frye's inner voice, "When did they become so in sync?" They rushed out one after another.

Klein felt someone grabbing his shoulder. It was Captain Dunn. His expression was solemn, and his tone was commanding, "You have only recently started combat training, and you are still in a supporting position. Come with us. This is not for you to participate in the battle. First, you need to feel the atmosphere, and second, you may need the assistance of ritual magic during the final search and inspection. Remember, before this is over, you must stay at least fifty meters away from us, and you must not get close to that house!"

Klein was stunned for a moment, and caught a glimpse of Roshan's determined eyes. She shook her head, as if telling Klein not to act rashly. He knew that the other party's father was also an ordinary Beyonder, but he died in a certain Beyonder event. Roshan hated people who became Beyonders, but she also admired them. Klein was silent, then nodded vigorously, with a fire in his eyes, "Okay!"

[The Nighthawks charge forward, and the Narrator will always be with you! ]

[On the second floor of a gray-blue house, in a bedroom, an oval-faced, sweet-looking young girl sits in front of a dressing table, and next to her is a blurry mirror. Apparently, she is surprised and scared by the voice of this narrator, and is trying to convince herself that it is just hallucination. Why? Of course, the great narrator knows her biggest secret! ]

Triss's hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and the trembling became more obvious when she saw the bloodstains on the mirror.

Her face was gloomy, and she immediately stood up and walked towards the glass window.

[Oh my god! She spotted the intruder, she walked over, she approached, I dared not even look! The poor intruder was stabbed in the back by Triss with a dagger... Bullshit! It was just a dream, she was ambushed! Also, why let me explain the fighting scene, this involves my blind spot in knowledge! ]

Leonard's brows were knitted in pain. Just now, his arm was bitten and a wound appeared. Triss also escaped by destroying the altar and creating chaos. Leonard wanted to grab the narrator's ears and ask it why it didn't help them catch the murderer, but thinking that the thing that seemed to be the remnant of the seal might be a neutral party, he immediately entered the house and was relieved when he found Dunn and Frye destroying the altar.

[Why do you doubt me? You can doubt that dogs are not man's best friend, but you can't doubt me! ]

"The target has left. Send a signal for Klein to come over." Dunn looked at the items on the altar and then said to Leonard.

Leonard shrugged helplessly, and then hummed his most familiar folk song, even though it had always been criticized by Klein for being full of vulgar phrases. He remembered that at the beginning, Klein was just curious and asked what he was singing. When Leonard told him concisely, Klein's expression was as funny as if there were a few muscular men with bumps all over their bodies doing a striptease around him.

When he knew the code was this obscene little song, Klein couldn't accept it, but the captain evaded him by saying that everyone could hum it, even Roshan. After all, as long as it sounded good, it didn't matter what it was.

[Klein took two steps before he stopped and took out the yellow crystal pendulum. After the yellow crystal stabilized, he entered into meditation and silently chanted...

"The singing just now was not an auditory hallucination."

"The singing just now was not an auditory hallucination."

...

After seven times, Klein saw the yellow crystal moving slowly clockwise, and then he felt relieved to move forward. 】

Leonard's mouth twitched. He thought Klein was making a big deal out of nothing. Was he even using divination to tell the secret code? But when he thought about the fact that Klein even used divination to tell whether it was a good day to go out, he felt that it made sense. Thinking of how he relied on divination, he couldn't help but sigh, "She's just like my eighty-year-old grandmother..."

Fry nodded in agreement.

After a few minutes, Klein finally reunited with them. Seeing everyone's strange attitude towards him, he subconsciously touched his face, wondering if he had done something inappropriate. Their gazes made Klein nervous. Klein looked at the captain and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

"No, you did a great job." Dunn shook his head, then said to Leonard and Frye, "You should learn from Klein, especially you, Leonard."

Dunn continued to say to Klein, "This is a terrible curse ritual. Fortunately, we have destroyed it. You should set up the ritual first to appease the remaining spirits, and then try to communicate with them to see if you can get any clues from them."

Although he didn't know what happened, Klein was in a good mood because he was praised by the captain. He held his head high and felt more motivated to work. He immediately said enthusiastically, "Yes, Captain!"

"By the way, the puppet has a name." Dunn's memory was rarely better, "Joyce Meyer, a survivor of the 'Alfalfa Massacre.' Tris may have used the ability of 'Instigator' to cause the massacre and then tried to curse the survivors."

[But Tris is a man, and the one just now was obviously a woman... Klein, your thinking speed is so fast that this narration can't catch up! How do you manage to keep your brain working at a high level all the time! ]

Klein rolled his eyes secretly.

【I saw it! 】

The mirror next to the dressing table attracted Klein's attention. At this time, Leonard was explaining to Dunn the difference between cosmetics and skin care products. This made Klein gasp. The Midnight Poet was so terrifying! He silently used the mirror to do divination. After repeating it silently several times, he saw the woman's appearance. The mirror itself was blurry, and he could only vaguely see the other person's not particularly delicate facial features, but when they were combined together, he could feel her charm through the mirror, but... Klein always felt a little familiar. No, he had seen her before!

Tris is missing, there are survivors of the curse, the sudden appearance of a Beyonder who looks like a member of the Witch Cult, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity... Could it be that? Klein felt a chill in his lower body and shook his head, as if trying to sober himself up.

[How is this possible! How is this possible? ]

"What's wrong, Klein?" Dunn looked at Klein's profile and asked worriedly, "Don't force yourself. You just joined the Nighthawks."

Leonard looked at Klein's ugly expression and immediately laughed. He continued, "It seems you've thought of it, too."

Frye asked, "What do you think of?"

[What did you think of? Congratulations, you guessed it right! Tris is that girl, now she's called Triss~]

Leonard nodded and said, "Yes, that's what I thought. This can perfectly explain the sudden disappearance of the 'instigator' Tris. It also fits the fact that the upper echelons of the Witch Cult are all women."

Dunn and Frye didn't know what to say for a moment.

The one who found it the hardest to accept was Klein. He had just stepped into the door of the extraordinary world and had only encountered a handful of extraordinary events. In the eyes of a straight man like him, this was more terrifying than the cross-dressing man he had met in online dating in modern society! Looking at Leonard, who had the calmest reaction in the audience, Klein quietly moved away from him.

Klein placed the black wooden cane upright and muttered "Triss's current location" several times. After repeating it several times, the cane showed no signs of falling anywhere, and it was obviously disturbed.

Dunn saw through it, he sighed, and arranged the next tasks for each member of the team.

Klein was very dissatisfied with being assigned to go home. He finally felt that he was useful, so how could he give up? He said unwillingly: "I will use divination to confirm whether the ritual will take effect in a short time. If the answer is no, I will monitor it first and stay away from it. Then send someone to notify the police department and the nearby garrison troops to mobilize at least five artillery pieces to bombard this house and flatten the altar and the place where Triss is hiding. She will either hide in it and be blown to death, or escape under the artillery fire, which will easily expose her figure. In advance, I will let you captains guard different positions..."

The more he spoke, the more excited he became. His heart was pounding and his blood was boiling. He was even convinced by himself and wanted to take action immediately.

Dunn, Frye, and Leonard were stunned, as if it was the first day they met Klein. No one said a word for a long time.

Seeing their reactions, Klein smiled sheepishly.

"Um, Captain, is there any problem with this method?" Klein asked nervously.

What's the problem? There are problems everywhere!

Dunn was silent for a few seconds, then said to Klein earnestly, "No, this method is very good, but it requires an additional premise, which is to confirm whether the violent destruction of the altar will cause more serious consequences... Hey, we have been night watchers for a long time, and we are used to relying on ourselves, relying on extraordinary abilities, relying on corresponding firearms, and we are also used to not letting ordinary people come into contact with extraordinary events..."

Dunn Smith had never expected that becoming a Beyonder would cause such a big change in a person. He looked so reserved before, but how could he become a potentially dangerous person after taking the potion? No, maybe he just revealed his true nature.

Frye previously thought that Klein was only suitable for a clerical job because he was a fresh graduate of history. Now, he only had six points to make: ...

Leonard knew that the other person was as special as himself, but he didn't expect that he was so much more innocent than him!

The great narrator knows how you feel! It's like a healer in a team suddenly goes on a rampage and kills someone. This is probably every mage's dream of close combat. Moreover, the "Fortune Teller" path that Klein Moretti is in is generally recognized as a path without powerful offensive extraordinary abilities. However, later on, Klein broke the stereotype with his own strength and made the "Fortune Teller" path one of the most terrifying paths by himself! 】

"What?!" everyone said in unison.

Dunn looked at Klein with increasingly serious and kind eyes. As the captain, he should guide Klein well, at least make him understand that strength is for protection.

Leonard put his arm on Klein's shoulders, acting like we were good brothers, and said to Klein, "I knew you were special the first time I saw you."

Klein didn't even bother to correct Leonard's words and actions. His heart was immersed in the narrator's words. If what this so-called "narrator" said was true, then what exactly was it? What was its purpose in coming here? Did it really know about the future? Then...did he go home in the future?

The sky was already turning pale, a color that seemed to indicate the coming of dawn, or the return of daybreak. In short, it matched Klein's current gloomy mood. In this scene, Klein and Leonard walked side by side towards the public carriage station. Klein was really grateful that Leonard was now like a mute, allowing him to digest his emotions on his own.

When they arrived at the stagecoach stop, Leonard glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and said casually, "You don't look happy."

"No." Klein denied immediately.

Leonard was silent for a moment, then chuckled a few times, "Liar."

Why would I lie to you? Klein thought so, but he didn't say it because he felt that if he said it, it would be like he was trying to cover up something.

"I won't try to find out your secrets, just like you did with me." Leonard's emerald eyes were covered by the crimson moonlight, looking even more unpredictable. He continued, "I have my secrets, you have your secrets. This is a secret between us, and that's what makes us special."

As he spoke, Leonard glanced sideways in the direction of the moon. This action caused Klein to look at the moon as well. This moon was exactly the same as the one he had seen in his hometown before, except for the color.

"To be honest, even though we are walking side by side now, I always feel like I am always following behind you."

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere fell into dead silence.

Klein didn't know what to say. He wanted to make some harmless jokes, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was stolen. Klein looked into Leonard's eyes. He had never seen Leonard look so serious, which made him even more upset.

Leonard soon laughed again, "Who cares? Enjoying this rare and pleasant time is what a poet should do."

2.

After waiting for a while at the public carriage station, Klein and Leonard returned to Iron Cross Street, heading east and west respectively, one to the nearby police station and the other to Daffodil Street.

Before arriving at his home, Klein checked himself as usual to see if there was anything strange on him. He quietly put away the yellow crystal pendulum wrapped around his left wrist. After the inspection, he took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.

What caught his eye was the not-so-spacious living room. There were two people in this small space. They were Klein's brother and sister. His brother Benson was reading a book. Klein glanced at the cover and found that it was a collection of poems by Emperor Roselle. His sister Melissa was doing her homework for school. The moment she looked up and saw Klein, she blinked at him as a greeting.

When Benson saw Klein, he stood up from the sofa excitedly. He kept complaining to Klein about his work. Klein smiled helplessly. He was curious and envious of Benson's energy. If he came back from working so hard, he would not have time to read! Klein, who was also a social animal, felt the same way about Benson's complaints. However, he was now obsessed with Triss's whereabouts. Otherwise, he and Benson would have to make fun of their boss. His tone was quite playful, "No rain, no rainbow."

Melissa looked up from her homework. She thought for a moment and said, "Emperor Roselle seemed to have said something like this as well."

Klein's expression froze for a moment, but he still managed a smile and said, "I think so."

Before he finished speaking, Klein placed his leather hat on the coat rack in the living room. After doing this, he hurried towards the stairs, intending to go to the bathroom to divine Triss's whereabouts above the gray fog. He was somewhat suspicious and wary of the narrator, not knowing whether the other party had good or bad intentions. In fact, he had been worried since the beginning, worried that Benson and Melissa would hear the narrator's voice, and he couldn't drag them into it.

"Klein!"

Klein looked in the direction of the sound.

It was his younger sister Melissa. She looked much better than before. Before Benson found a suitable job, she had been in a state of malnutrition. Thank God, Benson found a job as he wished, and Klein also found a suitable high-paying job, but it was a bit high-risk. After the family's financial conditions improved, Melissa was no longer malnourished and thin. Her rosy complexion made her look like a young girl in budding beauty.

Melissa said, "I don't know if you've had dinner, but there's a lamb chop, a vegetable soup, and a few loaves of bread left in the kitchen."

As she spoke, Melissa lowered her head, staring at her leather boots, mumbling something. Klein knew she wasn't shy, she was probably blaming herself. If Melissa hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten that he hadn't had dinner yet. Only then did he finally feel hungry.

Klein's eyes softened.

He laughed a few times and rubbed Melissa's head vigorously. Melissa's hair, which had always been meticulous, was messed up by Klein, but Melissa said nothing.

Klein had always known that his sister was a worrier. She had always liked to be the family's housekeeper.

"Klein..." Melissa finally spoke, "You don't have to feel too stressed. When I graduate, I will make sure you and Benson live a good life. I know you're not very good at lying and you like to keep things to yourself. You don't have to say anything, but!" Melissa raised her head, revealing a pair of serious and solemn eyes. She choked and said, "If you feel sad, you must take out the doll."

Unfortunately, I seem to have gotten used to lying now... Klein thought with a guilty conscience. When he heard the puppet Melissa mentioned, he thought of the "turtle" with a metal sheet in the middle and screws on its limbs. Its walking style was rhythmic, which was why Melissa felt it relieved her stress. He remembered the first time he told Melissa that this turtle was so cute, and Melissa's expression was shocked.

Klein couldn't help laughing and whispered, "I will." Then he smiled at Melissa and said, "Good night."

"Good night." Melissa looked at him for a moment and then left the stairwell.

Klein stared at the direction Melissa left for a long time, and finally turned to the kitchen. After finishing the dinner Melissa left for him, he returned to his room. The moment he closed the door, Klein skillfully locked it. Klein took out the doll from the drawer and sat at the desk. He was not sure whether he should do divination or something. He stared at the crudely made doll in his hand. He was not sure what he was thinking about, and he smiled. It was not clear whether this smile looked more sad or calm.

Sorry, I still want to go home.

[It's already late, why don't you go above the gray fog to divine? ]

Klein remained silent.

[I know you have a lot of questions now, but I can only tell you that I have no ill intentions, and I may even be the person who knows you best in the world, haha, of course for now. ]

Klein's eyes became tired. This was the first time he felt that a person could be so tired since he came to this world. In the quiet night, under the crimson moonlight, he put away Melissa's doll and placed it next to the pocket watch left by the three siblings' father. He stared into the distance and asked, "In the future... am I home? Or do you know a way to go home?"

[I don't know. The question you asked involves my blind spot of knowledge.]

"Artificial idiocy..." Klein complained, then laughed. "You know the punchline, right?"

[Not funny! You are building your happiness on the pain of others, bastard! ]

Klein was depressed for a while, but he adjusted his mentality after a moment, as if talking to himself: "Since I listened to you, I should become a High-Sequence Expert in the future, which is much better than I imagined. At least I didn't die in a foreign land. As long as I'm alive, there is hope. Maybe I can go home soon." Klein added, "I was worried that Benson and Melissa would find you, but I didn't expect you to be so sensible."

[Is the great narrator the kind of wicked system that brings up all sorts of issues? Your family members are not Extraordinary people, so it's best not to let them get involved in Extraordinary events.

Besides, do you really have to go home? Isn't your life here pretty good? You have seniors who have high hopes for you, some friends, some colleagues, two families, people who like you, and people you like. Most importantly, you have found a high-paying job. You are living like a duck in water here! Why do you insist on going home? If you really go home, what will happen to your family and friends here? 】

Klein was a little surprised that the narrator said so many philosophical discussions. At the same time, he felt very confused because he had never considered what the narrator said. He only knew that he wanted to go home.

"I can't refute what you said, but..." Klein thought for a moment and continued, "After all, this is not my world. Even if my life in the original world was not good, it was still where I was born and raised." Klein then complained as if unintentionally, "Besides, why do I always feel like you are brainwashing me and asking me to accept this place?"

Although Klein felt strange, he didn't have the courage to ask such a "system" or unknown existence what it was. Perhaps, this narration was his golden finger?

[How could it be? You are the weirdest person to come up with such conspiracy theories! I am just curious. Good night, bye! ]

Klein supported his chin with his right hand and waved his left hand as a goodbye.

After confirming that the narrator was really offline, he took out the yellow crystal pendulum with peace of mind. Then, he silently recited the honorific name, came to the towering palace, summoned a piece of parchment, wrote down "Triss's current whereabouts" and whispered it seven times.

The next morning, Klein arrived at the Blackthorn Security Company. Roshan happily shared with him the good news that she didn't have to work overtime at night, and told him that the two were civilian staff members who were poached from the police department who had been exposed to extraordinary events. Klein was concerned about Triss's whereabouts, so he exchanged a few words with Roshan and left.

Entering the Nighthawks' common room, Klein unexpectedly discovered that in addition to the captain and Leonard, other Nighthawks were also here. He told Leonard the clue that Triss had left Tingen, and he passed it on to the captain.

When Klein finished his work, he realized that it was already lunch time. Old Neil held his hand while grinding coffee and enthusiastically invited Klein to enjoy lunch together.

Klein still shamelessly ordered the cheapest meal.

"Thank you." A cup of steaming coffee was placed on Klein's dining table. Klein picked up the cup and took a sip. The hot coffee went down his esophagus into his stomach, and the warm feeling made him feel lazy. In front of Old Neil, Klein always felt as comfortable as if he were back home.

"For your taste, three pieces of sugar and a spoonful of milk. You are such a sweet tooth. This is bad for your teeth and body. You should learn to appreciate the rich aroma of coffee."

Klein disagreed, "It's only coffee that does this to me."

Old Neil asked, "What did the captain say?"

Klein knew he was asking about Triss. When he thought about such a dangerous Beyonder being at large, Klein felt a little disappointed. Klein replied dryly, "I asked Leonard to tell the captain. They should be tracking Triss now."

Seeing Klein's embarrassment, Old Neil put the hand-ground coffee into the jar and laughed. "In this case, the probability of failure is much higher than the possibility of success. Triss should be at Sequence 7. Beyonders of this level are not so easy to catch. Haha, don't think of relying on divination. Divination is not omnipotent. You will only get symbols. If you are not careful, you will misinterpret or overlook something."

Klein recalled his previous mistakes and couldn't help but sigh sincerely: "Divination can also make mistakes sometimes."

Klein wasn't thinking about not relying on it. He was just planning to reduce the probability of making mistakes next time. After all, wasn't the ability to cheat like divination meant to be used?

"Divination isn't omnipotent," Klein muttered.

At the same time, Klein's ears seemed to be whistling with wind, but this was only temporary. The sound of the wind soon died down, as if something had merged with his flesh and blood. His eardrum could hear the sound of blood flowing in the capillaries nearby. No one had taught Klein, but he was certain that this was the feeling of the potion being digested.

He felt the potion being thoroughly digested, and vaguely saw one illusory star after another. Those stars had an inexplicable connection with himself, and seemed to want to gather together and become one.

Klein stared at the palm of his hand. He was both happy and worried that he had digested the "Fortune Teller" potion one to two weeks earlier than expected. Needless to say, he was happy. He had gotten rid of the hidden danger of losing control, was about to be promoted, and had more extraordinary abilities. These were things that were enough to make anyone feel happy and excited. But the worry was that this disrupted his arrangements and plans.

Suddenly, Old Neil started coughing heart-wrenchingly, his face flushed. This frightened Klein so much that he was at a loss what to do. He asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Fortunately, Old Neil soon stopped coughing and his breathing gradually became stable. He smiled apologetically and said, "I just choked on my own saliva."

Klein was a little skeptical. At the same time, he tapped his left teeth twice, trying to open his spiritual vision so that he could get familiar with this method as quickly as possible.

He carefully examined Old Neil's aura and found that his health was normal, but he was relatively weak due to his age. Maybe... I'm overthinking it? Klein thought with some doubt.

【Old Neil watched Klein's frowning and then relaxing brows, and realized that the other party's "Fortune Teller" potion had been completely digested. He couldn't help but miss the ecstasy and pride he felt when he was young and completely digested the potion for the first time. This feeling was once again felt by the younger generation he was guiding. However, Old Neil's mood was a little low and hopeless, which reminded him of the recent rumors. Roshan's curious eyes moved back and forth between Old Neil and Klein.】

Luo Shan said nothing, but just looked at Old Neil with her curious eyes.

Old Neil was overwhelmed, so he had to compromise and answer: "Roshan, this is nothing. I just saw in the newspaper that a kind-hearted person rescued a little black cat."

[Ms. Roxanne, please stop looking at Klein! Old Neil was right, but he didn't tell the whole story. The newspaper said that a mysterious kind-hearted person had revived a completely dead little black cat in a miraculous way, which meant that the cat was brought back to life.]

Luo Shan muttered in disbelief: "This is so weird! How is it possible to come back to life from the dead?"

Old Neil's tone was slightly dissatisfied. He said in a strange tone, "Why not... Well, I mean, it's like what Emperor Roselle said: 'The world is so big that nothing is impossible', let alone the extraordinary world."

Klein didn't feel much. He just sighed, "It's amazing." Then, he began to think about the strangeness of the narration. It seemed to be guiding Old Neil to speak? What was there to note about Old Neil? Was Old Neil the reason for it coming here? Impossible, it seemed to be bound to me now... Could it be related to Triss? Klein laughed, and was shocked by his own guess. Emperor Roselle once said: Make bold guesses and verify them carefully!

Klein's laughter caused Roshan to look at him in confusion. Klein cleared his throat and said, "I want to go see the captain. I'm leaving first."

When Klein came to the corridor and just closed the door of the restaurant, he suddenly heard the panicked voice of the narrator.

【Pay attention to Old Neil! 】

Before coming to the captain, Klein had been thinking carefully about the meaning of the narrator's words. He thought about whether to tell the captain directly, but if the narrator wanted to say something, he would have told the captain long ago. If he said it rashly now, it might alert the enemy. Is Old Neil an undercover? Thinking of this, Klein felt a little heavy. Maybe... Old Neil just has some secrets or things that the narrator should pay attention to? Then why is the narrator panicking? It looks like he is worried or... concerned? Concerned about health? Impossible, my clairvoyance did not see that Old Neil has any health problems, so what is it?

He came to the Night Watchers' public entertainment room with full of doubts, and as expected, he saw Dunn Smith.

"Klein!"

Oh, and Leonard Mitchell.

Klein smiled at Leonard, then walked straight to Dunn. After chatting for a few words about Triss's situation, he tactfully asked him for the "Joker" potion and claimed that his rapid promotion might be the result of learning from Ms. Daly. Upon hearing this, Dunn fell into deep thought, as if thinking about the promotion method that Klein had just proposed for Ms. Daly.

"Captain, I have one more thing to say." Klein started. Seeing Dunn nod slightly, indicating that he should continue, Klein continued, "Regarding the narration, did the church say anything?"

Dunn shook his head slightly and said to Klein, "Since it has no intention of harming people, the church suggests that we ignore it and just pretend it doesn't exist."

[How can this be possible? I feel panicked when I think about people hearing my inner thoughts. There is no privacy at all! ]

Klein's dissatisfied accusation was heard word for word by everyone in the Nighthawks' public entertainment room.

"puff."

This is Leonard.

"Oh."

This is Luo Yao.

"cough."

This is Dunn.

Klein's expression was distorted, as red as a steamed shrimp, and his eyes looked as if he was about to leave Tingen at any time.

"It's okay." Dunn Smith put his hand on Klein's shoulder and comforted him with all his sincerity. "Doesn't this mean that it's just a bit worse? It seems that he likes you very much."

[Of course, just catch Klein and deal with him! Leonard agreed with Dunn in his heart.]

Klein used his eyes to tell Dunn that he didn't need to comfort him, he understood everything. Klein said that he was tired. If he was given a bottle of "Joker" potion at this time, it would definitely melt in his mouth.

【Leonard stood in front of the window, holding the "Selected Poems of Roselle" in his hand. He looked at the mountains in the distance. Such scenery that should be recited a poem made the poet have no time to care. His mind was full of "I can't laugh, I can't laugh, Klein will be angry!" Corian and the other two ladies were fighting evil, but in fact they were all secretly paying attention to Klein's situation, just to see Klein's more exasperated expression. The captain Dunn was the one who complained the most here. As a mature senior, he should help Klein out, but Klein was too funny. Klein felt helpless. He felt that even the color of his shorts would be publicized. In that case, everyone would know that Klein Moretti loved black boxer shorts.】

"Rumor! I didn't even think about that!" Klein protested.

[Just tell me if it's true or not? Okay, I admit that I slandered Klein Moretti about his attitude towards underwear.]

Such words caused everyone to laugh again.

[It may not have any purpose, Klein thought heartbrokenly. It may just simply like to play pranks.]

Amid the laughter of the crowd, Klein Moretti ran away in disgrace with a red face.

At the same time, a pitch-black cat was lying quietly in a residential building outside the window of the Night Watchers' public entertainment room. It was stroking its fur with the barbs on its tongue out of boredom, and its yellow-black pupils were staring in the direction of the Blackthorn Security Company, as if it was observing them carefully.

tbc.

3.

During this period, Klein lived a comfortable life, and the narration was not very active. After all, extraordinary events were not encountered every time, and there were very few extraordinary people in the small city of Tingen. Klein's life was almost a three-point line. His daily schedule was either at the Blackthorn Security Company, or at the Divination Club, or he stayed at Moretti's house to study the mysteries above the gray fog. If he did not miss his hometown in the dead of night, he would probably have maintained such a lazy life. Unlike usual, a black cat with yellow pupils came to the reception hall of the Blackthorn Security Company, and no one knew where this cat came from. It always stayed quietly in the hall, staring at the deserted flow of people, doing nothing, and when the sun was about to set, it would quietly leave by itself.

Over time, Luo Shan prepared a small cushion specifically for it. Whenever the black cat sat on it, Luo Shan would shout with joy.

Today is another beautiful day in Tingen.

If it weren't for Roxanne and Leonard surrounding the black cat and pointing fingers at him, this would definitely be a perfect morning for Klein.

Dunn couldn't help laughing. He looked at the cold Frye, Luo Yao, and Xijia, who were also laughing secretly. Old Neil was holding the newspaper as usual, but he was smiling in the most amiable way, to the extent that Klein's hair stood on end. Leonard Mitchell's laughter was particularly exaggerated. He covered his stomach with his hands and laughed until tears came out.

Klein frowned and tilted his head in confusion.

Luo Shan had no choice but to come to Klein and hand him the small coal balls in her hands. Luo Shan laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up. She barely allowed Klein to see the thing in front of him. It was a small furry animal. The little guy just looked up and met his gaze. It had a pair of yellow crystal eyes and was indeed cute. If it weren't for the half-high silk hat on its head that was a mini version of Klein's style, he would definitely touch its little head. Just as Klein and the little black cat were staring at each other, the fierce-looking black cat meowed very naturally.

That's right, it doesn't meow like other cats, it meows.

This caused the crowd in the Blackthorn Security Company's reception hall to burst into laughter. Klein was somewhat helpless about this. He didn't hate cats, but he couldn't bring himself to harm a cat that looked like himself because he didn't think he was cute.

"Who made this hat?" Crane asked, even though his eyes were fixed on Roxanne.

Luo Shan denied it repeatedly and pointed her finger in the direction of Old Neil, accusing him, "It's none of my business! This was specially done by Old Neil!"

Old Neil did not deny it, but smiled even visibly. Klein was even more helpless. He just wanted to change the subject quickly. He saw the newspaper in Old Neil's hand. Although in his world, newspapers were generally recognized as the least interesting form of entertainment, in this world that has not yet entered the information age, newspapers have fulfilled their responsibilities and played a great role. Klein asked Old Neil, "What's interesting in the newspaper today?"

"'Sixpence Hero'." Old Neil uttered a word, then took a sip of coffee and continued, "He has been a little too active recently. I remember that I only saw his name occasionally before, but recently it seems that I see it every day."

"'Sixpence Hero'?" Klein repeated, and subconsciously looked around. He found that the people around him didn't seem surprised at all, and he immediately felt embarrassed.

He had been busy with Above the Gray Mist and the Divination Club recently, so he had little time to read the newspaper. It felt like you hadn't touched your phone for just one day, but the world outside had changed dramatically.

Old Neil noticed his embarrassed expression and told Klein the story like he was telling a story: "He is a guardian who walks in the night and lurks in the darkness. Whenever night falls, he starts his actions. Every resident under his protection needs to pay a nominal 'protection fee', which is six pence. In the eyes of others, this is more dramatic than profitable, so he got the name 'Sixpence Hero'."

Sounds like a histrionic patient, and like an extraordinary person... Klein thought silently.

He subconsciously glanced in the direction of Dunn Smith, trying to observe his reaction, but found that Dunn's deep and profound eyes were calm. Klein didn't think the captain had never guessed that the other party might be a Beyonder. Perhaps it was because the "Sixpence Hero" had never had the intention to harm others, and his whereabouts were unknown. Blindly searching for him might disturb him, so he observed him for the time being.

Thinking of this, Klein felt helpless, and recalled the "monster" Admisol who hid in the corner when he met him in the underground market. Hey! Can you, as a man, not shout "Yamedie" or something like that, as if I was going to do something to you! Klein secretly found it funny, but then he remembered the oil painting in Ramde Town that he cared about, and Mr. Azik. Klein couldn't help but look stern. He had to find a way to get the painting back! Not a penny! Before this, he had contacted Detective Henry and commissioned him to find the red chimney. In that case, he planned a route to check it out.

Just as Klein was lost in thought, Captain Dunn suddenly spoke up, "Oh, by the way, I remembered something. Daly asked me to tell you that she will come to see you this evening."

Klein responded seriously.

Just as he was about to take the second step, Dunn asked again: "Wait a minute, how is your mastery of the potion?"

The captain's memory is still as bad as ever... Klein cleared his throat and said, "I feel it's almost done. Captain, you know, I have been following the 'Diviner's Code' summarized in the Divination Club."

Dunn hesitated for a moment, as if thinking about something.

Before that, Klein needed to inform his brother and sister that he would not be back for dinner tonight. Just as he was about to open the door, he ran into Benson, who was at home on his day off.

"Klein?" Benson's expression froze for a moment, but soon returned to his usual natural state. He put his arm on Klein's shoulder with a smile on his face, and hurriedly walked out with Klein. He stumbled several times on the road and almost fell. Benson said to Klein, who was still confused, "Melissa just kicked me out of the kitchen and asked me to go out to buy groceries. You come with me."

Thinking of Benson's cooking skills, Klein couldn't help but put on an indescribable expression, thanking Ms. Melissa for her generosity. This micro-expression, which lasted less than a second, was captured by Benson, and he said with a slight dissatisfaction: "Although I know my cooking skills very well, I shouldn't show such an expression..."

To be honest, Benson was a little sad.

Klein was a little amused by Benson's pitiful expression and...his hairline that was so disheartening. He consoled him, "There's a lot of room for improvement."

On the way to buy ingredients, Benson and Klein walked side by side, chatting about family matters and the evil curly-haired baboon from time to time, which made Klein feel more relaxed than ever before. He watched Benson take a lot of ingredients for baking cakes or bread from "Slin Bakery" under the pretext of taking care of Mrs. Wendy's business. These were things that the Moretti family usually regarded as luxury goods! Klein couldn't help but feel a little concerned and curious. Why did Benson take so many ingredients for baking? Did my consolation just now work? Did Benson decide to show off his cooking skills to reward Melissa and me? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder.

Klein didn't know whether he was happy or not, but Mrs. Wendy's smile was getting brighter and brighter. Klein restrained his trembling hands and tried not to let Benson notice his frightened look.

Mrs. Wendy looked at the two brothers in front of her and couldn't help but recall the scene when Klein first came here to buy black bread. She smiled and said, "Little Klein, I knew you could do it. Now your life has improved, and I'm very happy for you. Well, remember to come and take care of my business often." She couldn't help but fall into her own memories, "I remember how pale and thin little Klein was when he first came here. Now little Klein looks great."

Mrs. Wendy said sincerely, "I am glad that you are all right now."

"Thank you, Mrs. Wendy..." Benson was a little touched.

Klein didn't know what to say for a moment.

Mrs. Wendy continued, "Little Klein is doing well now."

"It was good before," Benson said.

Hearing Benson's words, Klein's heart skipped a beat, and then he felt a chill.

Klein actually heard...stubbornness in Benson's words? It was as if he was correcting something...That's right, many of his behaviors are no longer the same as before. If they are just gradually changing because of salary or improved living conditions, then the change is too fast...Klein thought about it for a while, and finally he let out a sigh of relief. Maybe he was overthinking.

The emotion in Benson's words was very complicated, so complicated that Klein didn't want to delve into it. As Benson said this, he glanced at him sideways. This was normal. After all, relatives who had depended on each other since childhood would not dislike each other.

Klein smiled implicitly.

Then, Klein didn't hear anything Mrs. Wendy and Benson talked about. He seemed to have lost his soul, as if he had fallen into the bottom of the sea. He felt pressured and chilled at the same time.

On the way home, Benson was in high spirits, while Klein seemed to be in a state of disarray.

Benson asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Klein was holding a lemon cake from Slin Bakery. He stared at the lemon cake that Melissa liked for a long time. Benson called him several times, but got no response.

After a while, Klein felt his vision blurry. He rubbed his eyes and finally looked at Benson. He said softly, "Sorry, I was distracted just now."

Benson saw through the poor acting and lame excuses. He didn't know what he was thinking about. His originally concerned expression became a little subtle. He smiled at Klein, held Klein's hand tightly, and walked towards home.

Looking from afar, he saw a figure at the door. Klein recognized it as Melissa. It seemed that she had been waiting for them outside for a long time. Maybe she and Benson had made an appointment, because she saw the baking ingredients in Benson's hand, and he didn't blame his brothers for spending money lavishly as usual. She saw Klein at a glance and smiled at him.

The smile disappeared only when Klein handed the cake to her.

"That doesn't make sense." Melissa looked at Benson with disapproval. Klein could actually see helplessness in her expression. Melissa said to Benson, "Why don't you stop him? We have to be more restrained, otherwise our expenses will go into deficit! How can we buy such things! Benson, do you still want to get married? I asked Elizabeth, if you want to marry a lady, you need to..."

Sister, Klein felt a little guilty. Any object in Benson's hand was worth more than the small piece of cake in my hand.

Benson was scolded by his sister, and Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then, Melissa looked at Klein with suspicion and said, "Klein, you are so weird."

"Is there?"

Melissa nodded, "You weren't like this before."

Klein was a little flustered. He laughed dryly and said, "Maybe it's because of my confidence?"

Melissa glanced at him, as if she had reluctantly accepted this statement. Melissa's brown eyes were firm but Klein did not expect tenderness. She was just mumbling at first, but then she raised her head and said to Klein softly, "Klein, you are fine now." As if she felt that she was a little untenable, she continued to add, "Really."

"As long as you are satisfied." Klein said humorously.

Despite Melissa's disapproving expression, she still happily accepted the lemon cake. She ate it bit by bit with a spoon, like a hamster trying to hide nuts in its cheeks. Seeing his sister's cautious attitude towards the cake, Klein couldn't tell what he felt. In a trance, he almost thought Melissa had the ability to read minds, which gave him a complex feeling of being denied and then affirmed.

Benson smiled and said, "Okay, let's go into the house now." Benson and Melissa took a few steps and found that Klein didn't seem to be keeping up, so they looked back in confusion.

Rather than saying that he didn't keep up, it would be more accurate to say that Klein had been standing there in a daze, just quietly watching the backs of Benson and Melissa. There was a moment of silence between them, like a pantomime or a few blurry frames from an old movie.

Until Melissa asked, "Klein?"

"I have other things to do." Klein smiled sheepishly. There was a glimmer in his brown eyes, as if he was avoiding their gaze. He said, "I still need to work today."

Benson tried to raise the corners of his mouth. "Are you coming back for dinner tonight? Melissa prepared a lot of food."

"Sorry." Klein said with an apologetic smile, "I might be home very late, so I won't eat at home."

Melissa trembled for a moment, as if she wanted to say something, but Benson stopped her from taking the next step. Benson frowned and looked at Klein. This was the first time Klein saw Benson with such a serious expression, as if he had encountered the worst thing in one day. Benson said to Klein: "What a hateful company, they actually squeezed employees' rest days without any bottom line."

Klein was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "But its salary can smooth everything out." He turned and walked out to the street. After a few steps, he looked back at the Moretti family for a while.

"You guys go home."

Klein said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Klein left the siblings' sight. Melissa couldn't help but purse her lips. Her lips turned pale and looked like a straight line that was hard to notice. The fire in her heart was as disheartened as if a basin of ice water had been poured on her. For some reason, she even had the urge to cry. To be honest, she had this urge many times, and Melissa felt ashamed of it. She could calm down every time, but... Melissa covered her eyes, and the tip of her nose felt like it was pierced by a needle.

——Klein Moretti, this is the kind of person he is.

Benson's eyes also looked a little lonely, but he just silently held his sister's hand tightly.

He held his sister's hand very, very tightly.

Riding in a carriage, Klein arrived at the town of Ramde again.

When he arrived at the town of Ramde, Klein was still in a gloomy mood. He comforted himself and quickly adjusted his state.

In order to find out Mr. Azik's past, he needed to copy the painting and give it to Mr. Azik. Although Klein had been criticized by his art teacher since he was a child, he could now pray to the power above the gray fog and copy it with the help of the power above the gray fog. The biggest problem now was how to find the person who sold him the painting.

Just when Klein was worried, he saw a cat. It seemed to be the one that ran to the reception hall of Blackthorn Security Company every day. Klein was a little surprised and looked at the sky. It had darkened unknowingly. It seemed that it lived nearby, Klein thought.

He once thought that this cat was suspicious. Considering the narrator's words and the resurrected black cat that Old Neil saw, he always felt uneasy. For this reason, he even did a divination and got a harmless result. Perhaps because black cats are mostly ominous signs on Earth, Klein performed divinations many times. There are many horror movies made at home and abroad about the strange deaths of black cats. The most famous one in his country is the old lady with a cat face. Thinking of this, Klein felt a chill on his back, not knowing if it was a psychological effect. What is this? Scaring yourself? Klein was amused by himself.

Under the crimson moonlight, the black cat looked at Klein quietly with its golden vertical pupils, as if waiting for Klein to catch up.

Klein untied the silver chain on his left hand, and the yellow crystal pendulum hung down naturally. When it remained stable, Klein imagined a layered ball of light and entered into meditation. He whispered, "It's dangerous to follow the black cat."

"It's dangerous to follow the black cat."

...

After seven times, the pendulum slowly rotates clockwise, which means there is danger but not much.

After receiving the information, Klein immediately followed the black cat. The cat was very smart. When it saw Klein approaching, it immediately walked forward. Although the divination information showed that the risk was low, Klein still did not let his guard down. There were several talismans on the inside of his black windbreaker, including several sleeping talismans. This kind of talisman that could not distinguish between friend and foe could easily hurt him by mistake, but he would not be so unlucky... right?

Klein even doubted himself. He was hoping for the best. After all, there weren't Beyonders everywhere in Tingen City. Didn't Beyonders need B-level skills? He silently praised the goddess in his heart.

Take that back.

Klein saw a man in a long cloak with a black hood. The black cat ran to his feet. He naturally picked up the black cat and then cast his eyes towards Klein. It was a dark and windy night. The man in the long cloak with a black hood looked like a dangerous person who was not easy to mess with!

Klein did not speak rashly. He would not move unless the enemy moved. On the surface, everything was calm. In fact, Klein, who had already planned more than a dozen escape plans in his mind, remained silent. He realized that the man in black robe seemed to be only a little over 1.5 meters tall and looked quite thin. Klein kept his brain active as always. The black cat seemed to like the mysterious man very much. He thought of the dead black cat being saved by a kind-hearted person. Maybe the mysterious man in front of him was the kind-hearted person in the Tingen City Honest Man's Newspaper. However, this was too weird. He always thought that the kind-hearted person in the newspaper might be a cultist who liked bloody sacrifices...

"Hello."

The voice was not as hoarse and unpleasant as Klein had imagined. Instead, it was a very normal voice, so normal that it was a little abnormal. If it weren't for the fact that the other person was in front of him, Klein really wanted to do divination immediately.

Klein also responded politely: "Hello."

At the same time, he tapped his left teeth twice and quietly observed the mysterious man.

Hmm... The other person's body is a color that represents calmness, and his lungs are a little dark blue, it seems that his lungs are not in good condition... Other than that, there is nothing special. Klein spoke cautiously: "I don't mean to offend you. I want to find the person who sold the portrait of the first Baron Ramde."

In the spiritual vision, the color of the mysterious man's body turned back to blue, which represented thinking. Soon, he nodded slightly at Klein, then slowly turned around and walked into the town, as if signaling Klein to follow.

This cat really looks like its owner... Klein's mouth twitched, and then he followed the mysterious man from a distance.

Klein followed him in silence. This mysterious man who looked ruthless and taciturn was in a good mood the whole time. Klein could see that, although he didn't know why.

Suddenly, the mysterious man said:

"Your eyes are beautiful."

"Oh, really? Thank you..."

Klein looked calm, but his heart was actually in turmoil. Why was he saying this? Could he be the kind of bloodthirsty pervert who likes to collect other people's eyeballs?

The mysterious man nodded and continued, "Yes, it is very much like the finest amber candy in a candy store."

Klein didn't know what to say. He guessed that the other party might be just a child under 18 years old, or a Beyonder with some mental problems. There are so many Beyonders who are not registered in Tingen City. Klein couldn't help but complain.

Before he knew it, Klein had arrived in front of a house. When he was about to say thank you, he found that the mysterious man had disappeared quietly.

Afterwards, Klein found the man who was selling the portrait as he wished. With his thick skin from years of bargaining, he really just took a few glances at the portrait. With the help of the power above the gray fog, he copied the portrait of the baron. When he finished all these, it was already late, and then he returned home with the portrait.

When Klein returned home, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. He methodically put away the silver pocket watch with vine patterns and pushed open the door. To his surprise, Benson and Melissa were still awake. They were sitting on the sofa reading quietly. When they noticed the sound of the door opening, they both looked up.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Klein was a little angry because he had already told Benson and Melissa that he would not be back for dinner, although he had been busy all day and was tired and hungry.

Melissa took Klein's hand first, and then the room became extremely dark. Such a dark environment made Klein very alert. He really wanted to tell Melissa that he was very tired. In addition to the portrait, Klein also went to check the red chimney. Fatigue made Klein's rationality even tighter.

He was too tired to even talk now.

He let Melissa lead him into the living room. Klein felt a little guilty because he could clearly see that Melissa and Benson's good mood was spoiled by him, although he tried his best to put on an interested expression.

A ball of fire and a candle, Klein thought dazedly. In front of him stood a cake that didn't look very good. The warm light of the candle outlined the faces of his brother Benson and sister Melissa. Their faces were filled with happy smiles. They said to Klein, "Happy birthday!"

Birthday? Klein looked like he didn't understand what they were saying. Their strange behavior during the day was finally explained.

Klein felt... a little warm in his chest.

At Benson and Melissa's insistence, Klein blew out the candles, so fast that Melissa doubted whether Klein had made a wish. "Benson, you shouldn't have rushed Klein to blow out the candles. He may not have made a wish yet, and he blew them out subconsciously." Melissa said to Benson earnestly, as if she was the older one. Benson sent him a signal for help, and Klein was a little helpless. He said to Melissa, "Melissa, I'm a little hungry."

Hearing this, Melissa began to bustle around again, arranging everything for the family in order.

The toy windmill is placed on the table in the living room. It rotates with the wind direction, like the gears of time, with an unstoppable momentum.

tbc.

Let me say this, I have no idea what kind of mess will happen next, and there will be original characters, and the cat is really not a Trickster, and has nothing to do with the second round. I just want to see the kitten.