Chapter 33: Monday Again

Chapter 33: Monday Again

After Klein finished speaking, Albert followed his description with several more targeted questions, checking whether certain details could match up.

Without question, the answers he received were satisfactory.

“Thank you for your cooperation. I wish you pleasant dreams.” Albert smiled, rose, and gave a bow. At the same time, he once again used his Nightmare abilities to influence Dawn Dantes, ensuring that after waking, the man would only vaguely remember having had some sort of dream and be unable to recall its exact contents.

Once all this was done, he turned toward the door, twisted the handle, and left the dream.

As expected, the Nighthawks still trust the abilities of a Nightmare too much… If I were the one leading this matter, I would definitely design an entire series of questions in advance from different angles and on different aspects, then compare them against one another to find inconsistencies and loopholes…

Heh. The best method would be to cooperate with Miss Justice and prepare several professional psychological evaluation questionnaires, then make the target finish them all inside the dream. If he were disguising himself, his mental state and the image he wanted to present would definitely produce contradictions across different evaluation results—unless, of course, he was a psychology expert too, capable of noticing the true purpose behind every group of questions…

Klein leaned back against the sofa and turned his gaze toward the window.

In the gray-black, hazy world, the light of the gas streetlamps was dim and pale, making the surroundings seem gloomy and lifeless.

Klein watched quietly for several seconds. Then the corners of his lips lifted, and he gave a self-mocking smile.

Meanwhile, beneath Saint Samuel Cathedral, after seeing Albert wake normally and listening to his report, Leonard first let out a breath of relief. Then his wariness toward that undying monster from the Fourth Epoch only grew deeper.

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In the City of Silver, lightning tore across the sky, illuminating every street.

Derrick Berg walked out of his house with the Hurricane Axe at his side and headed toward the twin towers in the north of the city.

Along the way, he encountered many residents of the City of Silver. Some were busy hurrying about. Some were taking their children to receive general education. Others moved in groups of three to five, patrolling every corner to prevent anyone from accidentally dying at home, failing to be ended by their closest kin, and turning into a terrifying evil spirit.

Their presence made the City of Silver feel exceptionally alive. Derrick could even hear the laughter and chatter of children from time to time.

He could not help recalling the days he had spent at the Afternoon Town camp. Each day, the humans he encountered numbered only a dozen or twenty, and most of the time they had to remain inside sturdy but cramped buildings. Outside, the monsters lay silent in the darkness, hiding in houses. Again and again they were cleared out, yet again and again they seemed to appear from nowhere, making every member of the exploration team feel a helplessness born from the depths of the heart—as though no matter what they did, true safety could never be obtained, and they would never be able to relax. At every moment, they had to put forth all their strength, unable to permit the slightest lapse.

No normal living creature could maintain such a state of high vigilance and alertness for long, which was why the City of Silver had a mature rotation system.

Returning from Afternoon Town to the City of Silver had not taken the first exploration team very long. Afterward, however, quarantine observation and rest were unavoidable. Only today had Derrick finally adjusted himself and believed his mental state could withstand the negative impact of advancement.

He had already reported to Chief Colin Iliad that he had obtained the Notary potion formula and had been permitted to…