Chapter 209: Meeting

Chapter 209: Meeting

You don’t need to tell me. I more or less confirmed that just now myself… Hearing Anderson Hood’s words, Klein muttered inwardly while his expression remained calm.

From the first time he had met Reinette Tinekerr in the spirit world and seen her enormous true body and Gothic-style castle, Klein had believed she was not simple. And just now, Miss Messenger had nearly killed the Strongest Hunter with effortless ease, making him firmly certain that she was a demigod—at least Sequence 4!

A demigod helps me deliver letters for one gold coin each time? Even thinking with my toes, I know there’s no way this is simple. Miss Messenger definitely has some other motive. Of course, I can’t rule out the possibility that I always encounter all kinds of bizarre matters, making her find me interesting, and that she happens to be rather idle, so she’s moonlighting as a messenger…

Similar situations include Magic Mirror Arrodes’s fawning and the goodwill from the Snake of Mercury, Will Auceptin… No matter what, I still have to remain cautious. I can’t trust too much… Before I have the chance to negotiate certain matters clearly, I also shouldn’t consider whether to blow the harmonica when I encounter danger. Perhaps Miss Messenger will come out and tear me apart directly… Countless thoughts flashed through Klein’s mind in an instant, yet his expression remained cold and indifferent. Facing Anderson’s astonishment, he merely nodded very slightly.

“That has nothing to do with you.”

…This guy really is mysterious! He actually has a demigod-level spirit world creature as his messenger! And he casually knows a demigod skilled at changing luck… No wonder he was so calm and composed after provoking the Undying King… No wonder the Undying King didn’t seek revenge, and didn’t even appear! Anderson suddenly understood. He could not help carefully sizing Gehrman Sparrow up again.

“Mm?” Klein swept an emotionless glance at the Strongest Hunter.

Anderson hurriedly withdrew his gaze and laughed dryly twice.

“I’ve discovered that you’d make a very suitable subject for a portrait, the kind with a gloomy, dim background. It would set off your temperament perfectly.

“What do you think? Want to consider it? I can paint one for you. Believe me, in that area, I possess master-level skill!”

Klein did not listen to his nonsense at all. He took out his gold-cased pocket watch, snapped it open, and glanced at the time.

“Go back to your room. I’ll come find you in five minutes.”

“All right.” Anderson answered with a broad smile.

After the Strongest Hunter left, Klein took out Azik’s copper whistle and Will Auceptin’s paper crane, then turned into the washroom and began arranging a ritual.

Once he had brought Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina’s pearl earrings above the gray fog, Klein sat at the seat of honor of the bronze long table, conjured paper and pen, and wrote a simple divination statement:

“The whereabouts of Edwina Edwards.”

Holding the paper and earrings, Klein leaned back against his chair. While silently reciting the divination statement, he used meditation to enter the dream.

First, a gray, hazy world occupied his vision. Then, a snow-covered plain appeared before his eyes.

A howling blizzard enveloped everything. The surroundings were foggy, deep, and dim, unlike a real boundary.

Klein quickly saw Edwina. Her long brown hair had been casually tied behind her head, and it danced wildly in the snowstorm.

She wore a fitted white blouse with intricate patterns around the collar and cuffs, as well as dark trousers. In such an environment, the outfit gave one an immediate impression of thinness and fragility.

Edwina’s booted feet moved constantly over the snow, leaving a trail of clear footprints, but within the raging blizzard, everything was easily buried.

The image gradually shattered. Klein opened his eyes and discovered that he was unable to interpret Vice Admiral Iceberg’s specific location from the divination…