Chapter 206: The Pen Falls

Chapter 206: The Pen Falls

Above the boundless gray fog, inside the majestic ancient palace.

“There is a discovery: a distorted image of the Lord of Storms, suspected to have been left behind by a Rose Redemption member… Mm, Red Angel Medici was one of Rose Redemption’s founders…” Klein sat in the high-back chair belonging to The Fool and quietly gazed at the crimson star that represented The Hanged Man.

Through the other party’s feedback, he could basically confirm that the one possessing Ince Zangwill was indeed that Red Angel evil spirit!

In the eternal silence, Klein sat wordlessly at the head of the mottled long table, as if he had become a statue of a deity.

After an unknown length of time, he nodded almost imperceptibly and slowly let out a breath.

His figure then vanished, returning to the real world, where he continued his deep sleep. He did not think about any plans, nor did he consider anything related to Ince Zangwill.

When he woke at dawn, Klein rolled out of bed and repeated the habitual motions of the past few days. Barefoot, he walked to the window and pulled open the curtains.

On the street outside the hotel, Danitz, dressed like a native of West Balam but with an additional cloak, tucked his iron-black glove into his arms and hurried toward the square on the right. According to his previous report, Klein knew he was to meet certain members of the local ruling power today to understand their attitude toward arms trade.

Anderson did not follow. He ruffled his short blond hair, already parted three-to-seven, until it was even messier. Then he sauntered to the edge of the square, found a place to sit, covered the black glove on his left palm with a ridiculous cloth doll, and began performing a puppet show for the passing people.

One man and one “puppet” used different voices. Their lines were quick, clever, and full of mutual mockery, drawing quite a bit of attention.

The only problem was that they were speaking Intisian rather than Dutan. Few people could understand them. After watching for a short while, the onlookers each drifted away.

Klein gazed down at the strongest hunter of the Misty Sea. His expression did not change, and no look of thought appeared in his eyes.

…

East Balam, the temporary office of Soest’s Red Gloves team.

Cindy, with wine-red long hair, entered holding several telegrams. With visible excitement, she said,

“We’ve found some new clues!”

“What clues?” Soest set down the white porcelain coffee cup in his hand, while Leonard, Daly, and the others also turned their gazes toward the door.

As Cindy handed the telegrams to the captain, she said,

“That line Emperor Roselle said—‘all who pass must leave traces’—really makes sense. Several locations found people who witnessed Ince Zangwill. Together, they form a complete path of movement.

“From it, we can discover that Ince Zangwill’s thoughts seem rather contradictory. He always approaches Intisian colonial islands, only to pull away again after a short stay, then approach again, then move away again. It’s like he’s doing… doing…”

Isn’t this exactly the inconsistency in language and behavior that Klein mentioned? Leonard’s heart leapt with joy, and he took the initiative to help Cindy come up with a good description.

“Wave-like movement.”

“Yes, yes. Like waves!” Cindy breathed out in relief, then continued, “In addition, Ince Zangwill killed several Intisian military spies, and he also purchased multiple Beyonder materials. We don’t know what he intends to do.”

This… Leonard considered his words before asking,

“Which pathways do those Beyonder materials Ince Zangwill bought belong to?”

“There were materials from the Warrior pathway, the Hunter pathway, and the Bard pathway.” Cindy pointed at the telegrams that Captain Soest was reading.

There really are Hunter pathway materials… Leonard, who had never been able to find an excuse or opportunity to make his teammates pay attention to Hunter-related clues, silently…