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 recognized me as the spirit body that stole the Card of Blasphemy from the Kingdom Museum?

How—how is that possible?

Wait. Why did she call me Hero Bandit “Black Emperor” directly? If she had said “Sherlock Moriarty,” I would have been even more shocked, perhaps unable to hide the change in my expression…

One thought after another flashed by. Klein instinctively controlled his facial muscles and calmly said, “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

The lady whose attire did not match any current fashion style did not repeat herself, nor did she explain. Instead, she said in a flat tone, “Your identity as Gehrman Sparrow was provided by me.”

…Klein instantly felt his scalp go numb. He felt as though he had no secrets at all before her.

The Gehrman Sparrow identity was forged through Miss Sharron’s channels… This lady, this demigod, is her channel?

Right. Miss Sharron once mentioned that someone in her circle was investigating the Hero Bandit “Black Emperor’s” true identity and had promised to satisfy one reasonable request from whoever completed the task. In terms of materials, the limitation was below High Sequence…

Based on Miss Sharron’s description, the client’s general appearance was over 1.7 meters tall, with good proportions, chestnut hair, and a love for black leather boots. Hiss—that’s the lady sitting across from me… Back then, I already suspected she was the demigod I had encountered in the Kingdom Museum, and she knew perfectly well that what I had taken was the Black Emperor card…

Thoughts flashed by rapidly, and for a moment Klein did not know how to speak. He could only remain silent.

The lady whose chin was not pointed, but carried a slight curve, did not continue the topic of Gehrman Sparrow’s identity. She glanced at the frozen dusk outside the window and said, “During your time in the Rorsted Archipelago, Nast Solomon’s Dark Emperor also appeared in those waters.

“I believe you should know what that means, Mr. Hero Bandit.”

Seeing that the other party had not only exposed his identity but had also provided reasoning and evidence, Klein could only move the corner of his mouth and say, “The Law of Beyonder Characteristics Convergence.”

The lady opposite him immediately softened a little, as though carrying a hint of a smile.

“You really are the Hero Bandit ‘Black Emperor.’”

…So you weren’t certain after all… You merely listed the clues and displayed a confident attitude… How could she sound so sure just now? Does she still have corroborating evidence she hasn’t shown? Klein felt a burst of frustration and great confusion.

The lady who seemed to have long occupied a high position said no more about it. Looking toward the bookshelves, she asked, “Did you discover that bookmark was the Black Emperor card through his diary?”

Diary… This lady also knows that the so-called Roselle Notes are diaries… Klein froze slightly and did not answer.

“You didn’t take that notebook just now because you noticed something?” the lady asked again.

This… Klein suddenly understood something. He decided to answer a question with a question, so that he would no longer be so passive, no longer only following the other party’s rhythm.

Looking into the lady’s deep-blue eyes, he said directly, “You are the mysterious person secretly watching me aboard the Future?”

The beautiful yet unapproachable lady answered frankly, “Yes. Cattleya doesn’t even know that I quietly boarded the Future, yet you were able to discover it… A Clown’s danger premonition?”

After this period of observation, combined with previous information, she can basically confirm that I am a Faceless, a Magician… Judging by her tone, she’s very familiar with Admiral of Stars… A higher-up of the Moses Ascetic Order, or the Queen of Mysteries herself? Klein nodded.

“Yes.”

The lady lifted her chin again, the corners of her mouth curving faintly.

“An ordinary Clown could not possibly have that degree of danger premonition, even at Sequence 5.”

She found another special point… This… She seems to understand the Seer pathway very well… Is it true that I have intuition premonitions in non-dangerous situations because of a faint influence from the power of the gray fog? Klein did not give her another chance to speak. He asked in a low voice, “Anderson Hood heard a door opening and footsteps coming from the depths of the mural hall. Was that you?”

“You mean that hunter burdened by misfortune?” The lady across from him asked thoughtfully.

“Yes.” Klein nodded.

“It was indeed me.” The lady paused for one second. “Tell that hunter a prophecy: the deadliest danger is often hidden in the most ordinary life.”

What does that mean? Seeing that she had no intention of explaining, Klein considered his next words and asked, “Were you the one who made me appear in the Black Saint’s dream?”

The lady opposite him gathered back a strand of chestnut hair. Her voice was gentle yet detached as she said, “That is not hard to guess.

“Through that dream, I confirmed that you took the relic left behind by that sea serpent Kalvetua.

“You also appeared in spirit-body form like last time, took the item before Yan Kottman, and directly disappeared? Mm, you also carried the Black Emperor card.”

Klein did not respond to the topic. Instead, he asked, “Are you the Queen of Mysteries?”

“Many people call me that,” the lady opposite him answered calmly.

It really is her… This lady has a bounty of 650,000 pounds from Loen alone! Klein silently inhaled and said, “Madam, what do you want from me?”

The Queen of Mysteries looked at him with her blue eyes for several seconds before saying, “I hope you will share with me the method of interpreting the script Emperor Roselle created.

“I can satisfy the vast majority of your requests.”

Klein neither admitted nor denied anything. He chuckled.

“Can you give me the corresponding High-Sequence potion formula?”

With a restrained aura but undiminished bearing, the Queen of Mysteries looked at him and said, “Your fate lies at the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range.”

This… Klein was inexplicably shocked.

His eyes shifted slightly as he pondered the matter. The Queen of Mysteries stood up.

“When you need some help, or when you need clues to several Cards of Blasphemy, tell me the answer.”

She turned around and walked toward the depths of the clean, spacious library. One step, two steps—her figure grew fainter and fainter, soon disappearing.

The entire library collapsed at once. After a moment of daze, Klein discovered that he had returned to the grand hall covered in magnificent murals.

Anderson stared at him wide-eyed, blurting out in astonishment, “Where did you come in from?”