Chapter 95: People Coming and Going

Chapter 95: People Coming and Going

In the end, Klein, who had already lain down on the bed, still failed to sleep straight through until dawn. He believed that if most of the people on the entire street had been woken by the commotion underground, then sleeping very soundly and noticing nothing at all would instead make him appear suspicious.

Sure enough, he had only just gotten up, walked to the balcony, pulled open the curtains, and pretended to search for the source of the rumbling when the butler Walter knocked on the door. He arranged for two servants armed with double-barreled shotguns to protect their employer and guard against accidents.

Before long, the police arrived. Based on the statements of several residents on the street, they locked onto the sewers as their target.

As for what they discovered afterward, and whether they requested assistance from the Nighthawks, that was not something an ordinary citizen like Mr. Dawn Dantes could know.

After initially confirming that no further accident would occur, he dismissed the butler and servants and hurried back to bed to make up for lost sleep.

By the time he woke again, Böklund Street had returned to normal. Pedestrians walked in twos and threes, and carriages occasionally passed. The Intis plane trees lining the road continued to make the place seem secluded and peaceful.

“Has the investigation result come out?” Klein asked Richardson, his personal valet, while looking at himself in the mirror as the latter helped tidy his clothing.

Richardson had already asked around clearly and had only been waiting for his employer’s question. He immediately answered, “It is said that gang members were trading arms in the nearby sewers and accidentally caused an explosion.”

What a reasonable explanation…

Klein asked no more. He did not even consider where the demigod of the Marauder pathway who could steal his thoughts had finally gone, or whether he had been found by the Nighthawks.

This was partly because he believed that the other party’s initiative in detonating the explosives had certainly inflicted very serious consequences upon himself. If that demigod had possessed enough ability, or a suitable enough environment, he would long ago have parasitized Hazel. There would have been no need for such a roundabout and troublesome method. In other words, for the next two or three weeks—or even two or three months—Klein did not need to worry that he would do anything.

Another reason was that if Klein continued investigating, and forced that person into desperate straits, Klein had no doubt that he himself would also be harmed. Once the other party no longer cared about anything and broadly influenced the surrounding area, then even if Klein did not expose his identity, he would still suffer a demigod’s attack and implicate the innocent residents of this street.

Apart from these two reasons, Klein had another concern. Böklund Street had originally been “normal.” If abnormal events appeared here one after another, it would certainly arouse deeper suspicion from official Beyonders. And if all of this had happened only after Dawn Dantes moved in, then even if Klein had mouths all over his body, he would not be able to explain himself clearly. At that point, he could only give up the plan himself and reconsider other options.

Recently, I cannot go into the sewers. There is most likely a trap set by the authorities… There is only one thing I need to do: secretly pay attention to Hazel and see whether she shows any further abnormalities. Once I discover signs of danger, I will immediately transform into the chivalrous thief and post a “small advertisement” at the entrance of Saint Samuel Cathedral…

With a calm expression, Klein went downstairs for breakfast. Afterward, he returned to the master bedroom, had his personal valet Richardson stand by outside the door, and took the nearly ruined paper crane from his wallet.

He planned to use it one last time, relaying the…