Chapter 180: A Powerful Aura

Chapter 180: A Powerful Aura

As his gaze moved upward, Klein roughly took in the owner of the footsteps.

She was a lady wearing beige trousers convenient for movement, paired with black leather boots that were by no means short. Yet over her upper body, she wore a light-brown knee-length skirt whose hem slanted loosely, creating an impression of unruliness and ease.

That outfit instantly made Klein feel as though he had returned to Earth, because neither Loen, Intis, Feysac, Feynapotter, Lenburg, Masin, nor East and West Balam had ever popularized a similar style!

Klein raised his head faster and finally saw the lady’s appearance.

She had chestnut hair that fell naturally. Her straight brows extended just right. Her blue eyes were deep and profound, as if a sea had been condensed within them.

Her beauty was outstanding, yet that was not the most eye-catching part of her. What left the strongest impression was the nobility that naturally flowed through her every movement, and the aura of someone who had long stood at a high position. For a moment, Klein almost instinctively wanted to lower his head and avoid meeting her gaze.

Also, she’s tall—about as tall as my Klein Moretti state… Klein subconsciously added inwardly.

After completely digesting the Faceless potion, he had gained an even deeper understanding that the self was a combination of personality, experience, understanding, and various social relationships. Appearance and build belonged to things that could be freely changed. Therefore, as long as he clearly knew who he was, he did not mind using the word “state” to describe the physical features of his previous identities. Every transformation of a Faceless could be fixed without needing any extra maintenance, which meant that even if he no longer had the corresponding Beyonder ability now, he could still maintain Gehrman Sparrow’s appearance.

Because of that, he could completely make Klein Moretti truly grow a bit taller.

Tap, tap, tap. The lady who gave off a sense of looking down from above walked step by step to the opposite side of Klein. She pulled out a chair and sat down.

“We meet again,” the lady said in a gentle voice that contained no emotion.

This voice, this manner of speaking, is somewhat familiar… A flash of inspiration crossed Klein’s mind, and he vaguely grasped the source of that familiarity.

Scenes of her approaching replayed in his mind, finally freezing on those black leather boots.

This… it’s her! Klein abruptly remembered the relevant scenes.

When he had infiltrated the Kingdom Museum in spirit-body form and taken away the Black Emperor card, he had encountered a demigod at the scene. She had been seated at the top of a wooden ladder between tall bookshelves, with both feet in black leather boots dangling in midair.

Later, when he had returned to the identity of Sherlock Moriarty and been chased by the devil dog until he shouted for help, he had encountered a forest path woven from green pea vines along the way. Left with no choice but to follow a carriage, he had traveled all the way into the air and seen outside the window a hammock-like seat made of pea vines, as well as a pair of feet wearing black leather boots!

It’s her! Why would she appear in this dream world, in this sea? And—and she said “again.” I’m Gehrman Sparrow right now! Amid the rush of thoughts, Klein responded with a detached expression:

“We have not met before.”

So what if she is a demigod? As long as she isn’t an angel, in this dream world, I can use the Sea God Scepter to resist somewhat! Klein silently encouraged himself.

The lady with long brows sat across from him, lifted her chin slightly, and stared at Klein for two seconds.

“Is that so, Mr. Hero Bandit ‘Black Emperor’?”

With a boom, Klein’s thoughts seemed to be struck directly by lightning. They exploded into countless fragments, chaotic and tangled, unable to find a focus.

She—she knows that I am the Hero Bandit “Black Emperor”?

She…