Chapter 83: Review

Chapter 83: Review

Backlund, 160 Böklund Street.

Gehrman Sparrow’s figure suddenly appeared inside the master bedroom. His black trench coat swayed lightly, and his half-top silk hat sat neatly upon his head.

Dawn Dantes, who lay on the bed, immediately turned incorporeal and shrank back into a palm-sized mirror.

No one should have come to visit tonight. Arrodes didn’t cause any trouble…

Seeing this scene and sensing the calm and quiet around him, Klein secretly breathed out in relief. His figure rose slightly, his temples rapidly turning gray-white, while his blue eyes grew deep. He returned to the appearance of Dawn Dantes.

At the same time, on the surface of that mirror, water rippled and silver light gathered, outlining word after word:

“Great and supreme Master, I did nothing tonight! No—I earnestly played the role of Dawn Dantes sleeping.

“Also, I did encounter one matter. Would You like to know?”

Ignoring the first part, where the Magic Mirror Arrodes was clearly fishing for praise, Klein’s heart gave a thump. While taking off his hat and casually tossing it onto the nearby easy chair, he answered in a low voice, “Speak.”

On the mirror surface, the original words broke apart and squirmed into new text:

“A lady, while passing by this street, looked at this house once.”

What kind of matter is that? There are far too many people who pass by here every day and casually admire the surroundings…

Klein was just about to speak when the surface of the mirror rippled with watery light, reflecting a figure.

To ordinary people, that figure would count as oddly dressed. She wore black spirit medium robes, with blue eye shadow and blush, both gorgeous and uncanny. It was none other than Daly Simone.

The lady had been riding in a carriage through Böklund Street. When she passed No. 160, she turned her head toward the window and looked for more than three seconds.

Hiss. Not only did she remember Dawn Dantes because of his eyes, she also incidentally grasped some information?

Klein frowned slightly, then asked, “Was there anything else?”

“No!” Arrodes answered by making words protrude from the mirror surface, while also drawing a simple symbolic picture of someone “swearing an oath.”

Klein nodded and, ignoring the Magic Mirror’s enthusiasm, forcefully dismissed it.

After finishing all this, Klein took out a candle and prepared to arrange a ritual: summoning himself, responding to himself, and bringing all the spoils he had obtained this time, along with the clothes he had worn, above the gray fog. He planned to distinguish Gehrman Sparrow’s clothing from Dawn Dantes’s, so as to avoid being exposed through this detail in the future.

Snap!

He snapped his fingers, causing a crimson flame to rise from the candlewick.

Flame.

Flame…

Klein’s gaze froze for several seconds. He swiftly closed his eyes and turned around, putting his back to the candle.

Then he controlled the Wraith Senor, making the marionette approach the desk step by step.

During the process, Senor’s body trembled more and more violently. Yet in the end, he still forcibly stretched out his right hand and pinched out the candle flame.

I’ll sleep first and deal with it tomorrow… No, the Tyrant card is with me and has already been unlocked. Although it is sealed by a wall of spirituality, that may not completely isolate its ability to attract and converge with the same pathway. Perhaps it only weakens the influence and lengthens the time… Just now in Bayam, I kept going in and out quickly and didn’t dare linger for too long…

Klein had only just calmed down when he thought of these problems.

A few seconds later, he slowly inhaled, raised his hand again, and snapped his fingers, lighting the candle once more.

Immediately afterward, he controlled the fear in his heart and had the Wraith Senor take out two other candles to set up a sacrificial ritual. That way, he would not need to respond to a summoning and pass through candle flames to arrive in the…