Chapter 189: Prayer and Response

Chapter One Hundred Eighty-NinePrayer and Response

Tingen City, Daffodil Street.

Klein was discussing the recently popular play with his elder brother Benson and younger sister Melissa, sincerely inviting them to go to the Grand Theater next Sunday evening to watch it.

“I believe the newspapers have already said enough. The Return of the Count is definitely a play worth seeing in person. It has already been performed dozens of times in Backlund, each show completely sold out. I do not think we should miss this opportunity.”

The scarcity of entertainment projects made Klein unwilling to give up. After all, in his previous life, he too had once followed trends and watched stage plays.

Of course, if I did not have an image to maintain, I would much rather go to a tavern and play billiards… Mm, renting a court for tennis also sounds good. That is a middle-class leisure activity. With my current physical condition, so long as no other Beyonder barges in, I should be able to handle most opponents with ease… Forget it. For now, I can only think about it. In the morning, I have to investigate people and objects related to Lanevus again. In the afternoon, there is combat practice. Before going home in the evening, I still need to check another batch of red-chimney houses…

I truly am a very busy man…

Klein amused himself with that bit of bitterness.

Seeing that Benson was already tempted, while Melissa was still somewhat hesitant, he smiled and added, “It is said that the most popular supporting character in The Return of the Count is a genius mechanic.”

“All right. No matter what, one must go to the Grand Theater to watch a play at least once.”

Melissa pressed her lips together and nodded with great reluctance, though her eyes were noticeably brighter than before.

Klein was just about to respond when buzzing whispers suddenly rang beside his ears. His head grew dizzy for several seconds.

Someone is praying to me…

He hid his right hand behind his back and said with a soft laugh, “Then I will patiently wait for ticket sales to open.

“All right. I will go to my bedroom and work on a report.”

“We must also throw ourselves into the sea of knowledge. Hopefully we do not drown in it.”

Benson laughed self-mockingly and returned to the dining room with Melissa.

Klein went to the second floor, locked his bedroom door, sealed the entire room with a wall of spirituality, then walked four steps counterclockwise and recited the incantation, arriving above the gray fog.

Inside the towering palace like a giant’s residence, his figure abruptly appeared at the very head of the bronze long table. Reflected in his eyes was a crimson star that was continuously contracting and expanding.

Klein raised his right hand, spread out his spirituality, and touched the star that symbolized Justice.

With a boom, he saw distorted, blurry images. He saw Miss Justice wearing an ivory court-style gown, sitting on a chair in a dim corner, her hands clasped and pressed against her lowered forehead.

At the same time, a sweet voice that sounded slightly young and tense overlapped illusorily, echoing layer upon layer:

“The Fool that does not belong to this era;

“You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog;

“You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.

“I pray for Your gaze;

“I pray for Your hearing;

“…”

“At Duke Negan’s ball, I encountered a person who may be Qilangos.

“He is disguised as Baron Gramir. His purpose is unknown.

“From certain details, I discovered that today’s Baron Gramir is different from before. This made me think of the Beyonder ability of Qilangos’s magical item that allows changes of appearance.”

…

Klein listened carefully and distinguished the details. At last, he understood what Miss Justice had described:

Qilangos had actually used the special ability of Creeping Hunger to transform into Baron Gramir and infiltrate Duke Negan’s ball!

What he had not expected was that a certain noble young lady was a…