Chapter 213: One Last Look

Chapter Two Hundred ThirteenOne Last Look

Ince Zangwill went to Backlund… I wonder how long he will stay there… Mm… I can confirm it once every so often…

Thoughtfully, Klein leaned forward, wiped away the contents on the parchment, and wrote a new divination statement:

“Lanevus’s current location.”

In his view, the one chiefly responsible for the deaths of the Captain and the others, the culprit who had nearly caused him to fall into eternal sleep, was undoubtedly Ince Zangwill. But the madman Lanevus was also an accomplice who could not escape blame. He too had to pay the price in blood.

After silently reciting the statement seven times, Klein once more entered the dream. But after the gray world split open, the scene that appeared was exactly the same as the one he had just seen.

A broad, slightly turbid river. Dock after dock. Rows of houses. Buildings mainly in the Loen style mixed with Gothic architecture. Crowded streets. Flourishing activity. Chimneys continuously spewing “mist.” Palaces magnificent to the extreme. A towering, iconic Gothic clock tower…

Lanevus was likewise in the “Land of Hope,” the “Capital of Capitals”—Backlund.

Klein opened his eyes, slightly puzzled, because what he had wanted to divine was Lanevus’s exact location. Yet the result was still a very large and vague range.

“That means Lanevus’s Sequence is much higher than I expected… No, it may also be that he obtained tremendous benefits while helping the True Creator descend an offspring. For example, a little divinity. Or something similar to the umbilical cord left behind by the baby in Megose’s belly. Uh… the latter was most likely taken by Ince Zangwill…”

Klein’s thoughts raced, and in a low voice, he made preliminary guesses.

After confirming the vague locations of his two enemies, he began to consider a realistic problem: at present, he still did not have the strength to take revenge.

Even if Lanevus was only Sequence 7, or even Sequence 8, he would not be easy to deal with after obtaining tremendous benefits. And he clearly specialized in craftiness; tricking people stronger than himself to death was completely normal for him. Ince Zangwill was even more terrifying: a Sequence 4 demigod who possessed a terrifying Grade 0 Sealed Artifact.

My transmigration does hide some secrets, but clearly it still cannot transform into combat strength. Maybe for a very long time, I will not even see that possibility… There are only two methods: continue improving my Sequence, and collect powerful mystical items. Both hands must grasp, and both hands must be firm…

As thoughts surged, Klein decided to add one more divination.

After weighing his wording, he solemnly wrote:

“My hope of becoming stronger.”

Gently setting down the manifested round-bellied fountain pen, Klein leaned back against the chair and closed his eyes.

While silently reciting the statement, he used meditation to enter slumber.

Inside the gray world, he again saw the scene from moments before: river, docks, chimneys, crowds, palaces, all kinds of machines, and the Gothic clock tower. He saw Backlund, capital of the Loen Kingdom.

Immediately afterward, the image changed. He saw a towering mountain peak that pierced into white clouds. He saw a grand and ancient palace. He saw, at the very top, an enormous seat carved from stone, inlaid with dull gemstones and gold. He saw a strange vertical eye composed of countless mysterious symbols.

Without sound or warning, the scene shattered. Klein slowly sat upright and began tapping the edge of the bronze long table.

“Backlund holds my hope of becoming stronger…

“The second scene points to the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range, points to the treasure left behind by the Antigonus family? That strange vertical eye, composed of countless mysterious symbols—the one the Antigonus family notebook transmitted to me after contaminating the Misfortune Puppet—is the key to opening everything…”

Thought after thought flashed by…