Chapter 156: A Soul-Shaking Glimpse

Chapter 156: A Soul-Shaking Glimpse

For one instant, Klein’s casually sweeping gaze paused, freezing upon that familiar figure.

Immediately, he realized that he had shown a slight abnormality. And within a demigod’s spiritual intuition, that was a problem impossible to ignore.

The muscles of his back tightened. Thoughts spun and collided within Klein’s mind, sparking like flint.

He did not reflexively move his gaze away. Instead, he continued looking there, at the demigod suspected to belong to the Black Emperor pathway, and said to Councilman Macht with a smile, “As expected, those who come here are not limited to retired officers.”

This was meaningless nonsense that seemed to come from careful observation.

Councilman Macht laughed.

“Any club, once it develops to a certain point, will exceed its original boundaries.”

His answer seemed to say nothing at all. Yet if one savored it carefully, one would feel that he seemed to have said something—or perhaps exactly the opposite.

At this moment, the broad-shouldered, long-armed gentleman in black formalwear also naturally turned his head sideways and glanced at the position of the two. He saw a certain wealthy man who had donated fifteen thousand pounds curiously looking at him and his companions while whispering with Councilman Macht beside him.

This made him feel that the astonished gaze from before was more like the normal reaction of someone who had learned his position.

Then he withdrew his gaze and continued the conversation that had not yet ended.

At that very moment, Klein’s back was already covered in a dense layer of cold sweat. Even his legs felt somewhat weak.

Although he had faced demigods directly before, and even fought them, this was the first time he had experienced such close contact in a small setting, where danger lay within a single thought. More importantly, the current him was far from prepared to face a demigod. He did not even have a single marionette. On him, he only carried the Death Knell revolver, Azik’s copper whistle, and the adventurer’s harmonica.

The Sea God Scepter could not be carried by his physical body, and its use placed strict requirements on the environment. Otherwise, it would cause massive casualties. Groselle’s Travels, if carried for too long, would passively draw Klein into the book world. After that, coming out again would be very troublesome. Creeping Hunger still lacked its seal and was restless every day. Unless he needed it, there was no way he would take it out in advance. As for the Fate Stealer charm, it had been made from a Worm of Time and might possibly attract Amon. Unless he was about to use it very soon, how could Klein dare keep carrying it?

If that suspected Black Emperor pathway demigod truly discovered a problem, the best solution Klein could think of was only one:

Blow the harmonica, summon Miss Messenger, and ask her to take him into the spirit world and flee Backlund!

He had not thought of having Reinette Tinekerr directly entangle the other party while he used Death Knell on the side to look for chances to fire a shot. This was because this was Backlund, the home ground of official Beyonders. Given Miss Messenger’s peculiar appearance, that gentleman could casually pin a crime on her, and what awaited Klein would inevitably be a siege—inevitably more and more demigods and powerful sealed artifacts.

That really was dangerous…

Klein moved his gaze away in accordance with logic. Using his Clown abilities, he controlled his legs and walked toward the main entrance without revealing the slightest abnormality.

He did not ask Councilman Macht beside him. He did not ask who those people had been. He showed not the least interest, using this to prove that his previous glance really had been only a casual look.

However, the other party’s glance back had exposed his appearance to Klein:

Thick but not messy black eyebrows; short, stiff hair of the same color; dark-blue eyes nearly black; a high…