Chapter 96: Nocturne

Chapter 96: Nocturne

The dream Klein created for himself took No. 160 Böklund Street as its prototype, adding quite a few beautiful women to surround Dawn Dantes. He perfectly shaped the image of a wealthy man who was broad-minded and experienced, but forced by public reputation to bitterly restrain himself in the real world and could only indulge a little in dreams.

Sitting on a sofa, accepting a glass of red wine handed to him by a young lady, Klein had not even had time to taste it when he discovered that his surroundings had abruptly changed. The brightly lit, elegantly decorated villa-like house filled with beauties had turned into a gloomy, dark, damp, and filthy sewer.

Immediately afterward, he saw five familiar sticks of explosive appear in his hands.

Are these not the explosives I placed earlier?

Klein was first stunned, then he pretended to be startled. In a fluster, he threw the explosives away and warily looked around.

Seeing no other abnormality, he retreated step by step, groped his way to the vertical metal ladder, then decisively and quickly climbed upward, moved the manhole cover, and left the sewers.

The moment he returned to Böklund Street, the entire dream shattered, waking him up.

Klein opened his eyes and, in the nearly lightless room, stared at the ceiling decorated with gold. He savored what had happened just now:

“Was that done by the demigod of the Marauder pathway?

“He escaped the Nighthawks’ pursuit and is still hiding nearby. Because he is afraid that the Black Emperor who exposed his traces will appear again, he is guiding dreams one by one to search for his target?

“That is very possible! If not for the fact that I can remain awake and rational in an invaded dream, my subconscious would already have driven me to repeat the process of placing and detonating the explosives as a warning. After all, it was something I had done and remember clearly…

“Thankfully, I summarized the rule that a Marionettist should hide behind the curtain as much as possible. Whether exploring the sewers or meeting Trissy, I relied on a marionette. Even when the distance was insufficient and I had no choice but to go myself, I used my spirit body, transferred once through the gray fog, and carried items that interfered with peeping and divination. This made it impossible for others to trace the true controller. Otherwise, I would long ago have been discovered and targeted. Even if I did not die because of it, I would already have fled Backlund in disgrace.”

Thinking this, Klein felt a surge of relief. At first, he had not known what secret was hidden in the sewers and had not imagined that there would be a demigod there. Yet he had still obeyed the rules of a Marionettist and strictly held himself to them. Because of that, he had successfully avoided the tragic disaster of his “performance” being exposed.

Backlund truly is a dangerous place. One tiny lapse in caution and something will go wrong…

As Klein sighed inwardly, he felt that his Marionettist potion had digested a little more without his noticing.

Only after his mood calmed did he give a “heh” inwardly.

“Looks like that person is still on Böklund Street. Most likely he is hiding inside Hazel’s home, perhaps even beside her.

“Heh. If that demigod had invaded my dream one or two minutes earlier, he would have seen the Snake of Fate, Will Auceptin. Although this Sequence 1 angel is in a weakened period, that is only relative to Ouroboros and other angels. To deal with a sneaky fellow who cannot even directly parasitize Hazel, it should not be too difficult. Setting aside other abilities, merely revealing His complete mythical creature form would be enough to make that equally weakened one suffer serious harm.

“I dare wager Will Auceptin foresaw this in advance, which is why He picked exactly this time and successfully avoided being discovered by another demigod.

“What a pity. I cannot let that demigod of the Marauder pathway understand how…