Chapter 113: Return

Chapter 113: Return

It really is the spirit world…

Joy rose in Klein’s heart as he silently muttered to himself.

There was no need for any further confirmation. His spirituality and inspiration had already told him that this was the true spirit world!

And that meant he had returned to the real world—to the place with all kinds of delicious food.

I nearly burst into tears…

Klein mocked himself inwardly, then began considering where he should go next.

“Judging from the positions of the stars, moon, and sun, it is still early morning. If there is no time difference between the real world and the misty town, then at most it is 7:30, maybe even earlier. At this hour, the servants must have already discovered that a companion has gone missing, but they may not have reported it to the pastors and bishops in time.

“Even if they have received corresponding training and know to report matters up the chain, they still have to first rule out possibilities such as someone finding a place to slack off, or someone having diarrhea. Without ten or more minutes, it would be impossible to reach a definite conclusion and take effective action.

“And once it is reported upward, the pastors and bishops probably will not immediately see the seriousness of the issue. They will only think that a servant has run away. They will not so quickly connect it to the internal caretaker. By the time divination and searching reveal the truth, at least twenty or thirty more minutes should have passed.

“In other words, there is a high probability that they have not yet begun searching the surrounding area or looking for the infiltrator. The identity of Dawn Dantes the rich gentleman has not yet been exposed.

“Mm. If the Bizarro Sorcerer potion formula Zaratul gave me is correct, then the identity of Dawn Dantes still has many uses. If I can preserve it, I should avoid giving it up.

“Besides, among the things I am currently wearing, only the glove and my underwear are real. If I go somewhere else like this, I will look exactly like a pervert…”

Klein had already developed a preference. He took out the iron cigarette case that seemed to be in the pocket of his illusory clothes, but was actually fastened to the elastic band of his underwear, opened it, and picked up the gold coin stored inside.

“Returning to 160 Böklund Street is dangerous.”

Klein murmured the statement seven times. With a clang, he flicked the coin and watched as it slowly floated through the spirit world, rising and falling, drifting left and right, before finally landing in his palm.

This time, the numbered side faced upward, indicating a negative answer!

Klein gave an almost imperceptible nod and immediately shuttled toward Backlund.

After three transfers, his figure appeared inside the house at 160 Böklund Street. The curtains were tightly shut, the light was dim, and everything looked perfectly suited for sleep.

On the bed, Dawn Dantes lay on his back. Both hands protruded from the gap near his neck, gripping the edge of the blanket.

Looks like they have not searched here yet… This pose is so awkward…

Klein secretly breathed in relief. He watched as “Dawn Dantes” rapidly dispersed, degenerating into a palm-sized mirror.

On the mirror surface, water rippled and silver light shot upward, condensing into Loenese word after word:

“Great and supreme Master, what happened to You? Your humble and loyal servant Arrodes could not sense You earlier!”

“Nothing much,” Klein answered perfunctorily.

This allowed him to preliminarily confirm one thing: the Magic Mirror Arrodes could not see matters in the misty town either. One had to know that this fellow could even display the environment where the out-of-control Zaratul was.

As expected, it has something to do with a deity’s authority?

As Klein’s thoughts shifted, he asked, “Has anyone come looking for me?”

“No. No one disturbed You.” On the mirror surface, silver squirmed and evolved into new words.

Klein truly relaxed and…