Chapter 155: A Familiar Figure

Chapter 155: A Familiar Figure

Hearing Klein’s question, the baby wrapped in silver silk raised his plump little arms and spread them to either side.

“I have no solution either. I’m still inside my mother’s belly!

“Although that paper crane can no longer be written on, it can still help me locate you. If anything happens, I will notify you!”

Klein had long expected such an answer from Will Auceptin. Keeping his posture and smile unchanged, he explained, “That paper crane is already a little damaged. I believe there may be a problem with the locating.”

Immediately afterward, he offered his own suggestion.

“Perhaps we can do this: after you are born, summon my messenger and write to tell me.”

What he worried about was that some abnormal situation might appear when Will Auceptin was born, forcing this Snake of Fate to change locations while still in the body of an infant. At that point, he truly would be impossible to contact.

Inside the black baby carriage, Will Auceptin opened his mouth, then closed it again. For a moment, he did not answer.

Only after several seconds did the baby’s mouth flatten slightly as he said, “Do you think that is realistic?

“Not only are you asking a newborn baby to pick up a pen and write to you, you also want him to arrange a ritual and summon a messenger?”

Klein let out a dry laugh.

“But you are a Snake of Fate.”

“One must still respect the laws of nature!” Will Auceptin flung an arm and patted the cushion beside him.

The baby then considered briefly and said, “How about this? Have someone watch this place. Once they discover signs of a baby being born, they can immediately report it to you.”

Klein’s eyes shifted left and right for a moment.

“That will work.”

When it came to this, there were simply too many “people” he could use. Through Sharron, he could hire gang members and use his messenger to transmit the news. He could find something for the usually idle Emlyn White to do. He could entrust the bounty hunter Miss Xio and have Miss Magician inform the World Gehrman Sparrow of the corresponding result. Or he could let the Magic Mirror Arrodes pay attention to the surroundings and report during one-on-one contact.

However, Emlyn’s nose is very sharp. I wonder if he might smell the scent of umbilical cord blood from outside the house, or even distinguish its corresponding essence… If that really happened, perhaps it would cause him an impact similar to seeing a mythical creature, lowering his rationality, causing mental disorder and bodily mutation…

Taking advantage of the fact that Will Auceptin’s baby carriage had not yet retreated into the shadows, Klein hurriedly asked again, “There is someone—a teacher of mine, you might say—whom I have not been able to contact for a long time. Could you help me look at his current fate?

“His name is Azik Eggers.”

Because Mr. Azik had never replied, Klein inevitably felt somewhat worried. Earlier, he had tried using the copper whistle to perform a corresponding divination above the gray fog, but all he had seen was quiet, deep darkness, and all he had heard were long, distant breaths one after another. He could not interpret what such a dream represented.

Will Auceptin sucked on his thumb and said, “He is in a state of change. This may be good, and it may also be bad. I can only see this much, because there are some special things on your teacher.”

Special things? Divinity directly originating from Death? A state of change? Does that refer to Mr. Azik recovering more memories and once again restoring his corresponding strength through sleep?

Thoughtful, Klein bowed.

“Thank you for your answer.”

Will Auceptin immediately turned his head to look aside.

After thinking for a moment, Klein added a reminder:

“As far as I know, Blasphemer Amon has come to Backlund. Of course, it is most likely an avatar.”

Will Auceptin froze for a moment, then chuckled.

“For you, that is bad. But for me, it is quite good. Amon and that stupid snake Ouroboros are absolute enemies. No—more accurately, He hates the True Creator and constantly thinks of dragging that being down from His divine throne. Meanwhile, Ouroboros is loyal to that evil god.”

After saying this, the black baby carriage retreated into the shadows inside the mirror, and everything returned to normal.

Amon hates the True Creator? I suspect more and more that the True Creator was one of the participants who divided and devoured the ancient Sun God—that pitch-black baby at the center of the Wind Angel, Pure White Angel, and Wisdom Angel…

Klein exhaled, stepped forward, turned on the faucet, and washed his hands.

…

That evening, inside the East Balam Veterans Club.

Klein did not immediately meet the long-faced Colonel Calvin. After placing the suitcase containing 10,000 pounds in bills inside the heavy safe, he followed Councilman Macht and enjoyed the buffet food provided by this top-tier club.

This place specialized in Southern Continent cuisine: cheese bread made from cassava flour; ice cream topped with purple-flower raspberry juice; assorted seafood chowder seasoned with coconut milk and palm oil; beef offal stewed with pepper, tomatoes, and onions; Hagati iron-skewer barbecue; Paz Valley mixed-flavor soup; fried cutlets; and grilled squid.

Compared with other places, the ingredients used here were of very high quality, and the flavors were authentically Southern Continent. Klein ate with great satisfaction. If not for the need to maintain his image, he felt that one mouthful of Hagati iron-skewer barbecue followed by one mouthful of purple-flower raspberry ice cream would certainly have been wonderful.

As expected, I prefer food with stronger flavors… What satisfied me most today was that aperitif. If Councilman Macht had not casually mentioned it, I would even have thought it was a light fruit juice… Two slices of lemon were soaking in pale golden liquid with several bits of crushed ice. It was sweet, slightly tart, with no alcoholic taste at all. Cool and refreshing, it swept away the body’s heat in one go…

Klein placed his napkin on his plate, recalling the pleasure just now.

At this moment, Councilman Macht, who had gone to the washroom, returned. Smiling, he bent down and leaned close to Dawn Dantes’s ear.

“The same room as before.”

“Alright.” Klein took the opportunity to rise. First, he went to the room with the safe and took out the small suitcase containing 10,000 pounds in cash. Then he headed toward the sitting room where he had twice previously met Colonel Calvin.

The long-faced Calvin was already waiting there. Glancing at the small suitcase in Dawn Dantes’s hand, he rose with a smile.

“You truly are a gentleman of action.

“I greatly appreciate that attitude toward doing things.”

As he spoke, he extended his right hand and shook hands with Dawn Dantes, whose temples were graying.

Klein then handed the small suitcase to him and modestly smiled.

“As a businessman, if one is neither decisive nor swift when seeing a very good money-making opportunity, that can only mean he is not suited for the profession.”

Calvin sat down again. In front of Dawn Dantes and Councilman Macht, he opened the suitcase and roughly counted the neatly arranged stacks of bills.

He soon finished confirming them. Closing the suitcase, he raised his head and looked at Dawn Dantes, who was already seated diagonally across from him.

“Do you have any thoughts regarding the concrete transaction details?”

Klein deliberately acted as though he were organizing his words. After waiting several seconds, he said, “I want to go to the Southern Continent recently—to West Balam.”

Seeing that both Colonel Calvin and Councilman Macht displayed a certain degree of surprise, he added, “There are certain things unsuitable to do while carrying large quantities of arms. And for the transaction to proceed smoothly, early preparations are indispensable.

“Heh. I must take this matter seriously. After all, this is a business worth tens of thousands of pounds.

“My plan is this: I will go to West Balam first, contact customers in need, and resolve obvious obstacles. When the agreed time arrives, I will contact you by telegram, then go to the East Balam border to receive the goods.”

Colonel Calvin pondered for a moment, then said, “After June 20th, you may send me a telegram. I will give you the specific information later. In short, once I receive the telegram, I will immediately notify the officers over there and have them bring the person who gives the agreed signal and password to the warehouse.

“Mm… During this period, do you need support personnel who can provide protection? When do you plan to set off?”

I only want to find a place in West Balam with no Rose School of Thought presence and hide there. Everything else can wait for Danitz to do… When do I set off? Of course I hope to leave today and arrive today, but that would be suspicious…

Klein considered for two seconds.

“I do not need that for now. In some parts of the Southern Continent, such support personnel can become the main factor that triggers conflict. Do not worry. I have quite a few friends in West Balam. As long as I am not carrying valuable cargo, safety can still be guaranteed.

“As for when to go, my answer is: the sooner, the better.”

Colonel Calvin thought for nearly a minute, then slowly nodded.

“After dinner tomorrow, I will send someone to pick you up. The military has an airship transporting supplies and personnel to Desi Bay. From there, taking a ship to the Southern Continent is very close. If things go smoothly, two or three days will be enough. Even if storms obstruct the route and parts of the sea lanes must detour, you will still arrive within a week.”

“Thank you.” Klein rose and bowed sincerely.

To him, leaving Backlund with the military was a sufficiently safe option that would not arouse suspicion.

After discussing a few more details, Klein rose to take his leave. Together with Councilman Macht, he returned to the hall, preparing to depart.

Inside the hall, near the buffet table, nearly ten men in either military uniforms or civilian clothes each held a glass of wine, gathered there, laughing and discussing recent rumors.

Klein casually swept his gaze over them and suddenly felt that one of the figures looked somewhat familiar.

That person stood over 1.85 meters tall but under 1.9 meters. His arms were slightly long, his legs bent outward to a certain degree, and his shoulders were abnormally broad, stretching his black formalwear until it appeared rather tight.

This is…

As Klein’s thoughts spun, his mind abruptly tensed. He had already remembered the source of the familiarity.

This was the demigod who had met “Mad Captain” Connors that night!

He was suspected to serve some faction of the royal family and to be the demigod leading the human-trafficking operation!

Although that high-Sequence powerhouse had been wrapped in a black cloak at the time, interfering with divination and revealing no facial features, Klein had memorized his body traits.

This was a Faceless’s specialty!