Chapter 126: Professional

Chapter 126: Professional

The boundless gray fog floated quietly. At the head of the bronze long table, a faint scraping sound rang out.

Klein changed his sitting posture and began analyzing the evil spirit incident with increasing gravity. The more he thought, the more he believed that he and Miss Sharron had completely overlooked, at that moment, the possibility that something was wrong with Rafter Pound.

“Does this belong to the Red Priest pathway’s Conspirer Beyonder ability?

“And this was closer to deception within the normal range. There was only a subtle supernatural effect at work. Therefore, even if I entered this mysterious space above the gray fog, I would not passively detect that I had been deceived. I had to think and analyze actively to discover the problem.

“If I had not learned from Mr. Azik that the evil spirit is suspected to be the long-fallen Red Angel Medici, I would not have felt that something was wrong, and I would never have commissioned Miss Magician to go to Williams Street and look for abnormal signs…”

After several minutes of thought, Klein materialized paper and pen, preparing to confirm his conjecture through divination.

He considered his wording for quite a while before finally writing a dream divination statement:

“The current condition of Sub-Baron Rafter Pound.”

Putting down the crimson round-bellied fountain pen, Klein held the paper bearing the divination statement and leaned back against the chair.

First, he recalled the information he had about Rafter Pound. Then he closed his eyes, silently recited the statement, and entered meditation.

Klein’s thoughts swiftly calmed, and he rapidly fell into a dream.

In that gray, hazy world, broken scenes flashed one after another, finally freezing on the house at 29 Sivellaus Street.

Inside a warm sitting room, Rafter Pound wore cotton velvet pajamas and held a glass filled with red liquid, standing quietly by the window as he gazed across the street toward Backlund Police Headquarters.

The sub-baron’s temples had become even more noticeably gray. The puffy bags beneath his eyes were tinged a blackish-blue, and the wrinkles on his forehead, at the corners of his eyes, and around his mouth were far deeper than they should have been for someone in his forties.

His pupils were not severely, but still abnormally, dilated. His cheeks were flushed, and a smile hung on his face. Compared to the Rafter Pound Klein had previously seen, he had changed subtly yet abnormally.

As expected, something has gone wrong with him… Klein left the dream and began considering how to handle the evil spirit.

Without question, he had a thinking habit in this regard. When he could not contact Miss Sharron, his first reaction was to report it!

But how should he report it? Klein thought carefully for a while, then materialized The World’s figure and had him pray:

“Through a reliable channel, deliver the following information to the Church of the Evernight Goddess and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.

“The information is: high-ranking spies from Feysac and Intis have gathered on Williams Street for unknown purposes.

“Payment: one hundred pounds.”

This was wording Klein had carefully weighed. Directly revealing matters involving a King of Angels, the Red Priest, the Medici family, and a Tudor dynasty ruin would indeed draw more attention from the Churches and the military, but it would also make Miss Magician Fors, the person responsible for reporting it, very easy for official organizations to watch. The danger would be tremendous.

The statement that “high-ranking spies from Feysac and Intis have gathered on Williams Street” was not only comparatively gentle, belonging to something that an ordinary Beyonder might have a chance to notice, but also enough to put the Churches and the military on guard, causing them to dispatch corresponding powerhouses and adopt the most effective methods.

As for whatever might be uncovered afterward, that would…