Chapter 232: A New Diary

Chapter 232: A New Diary

Inside the quiet inn room, the dark, gloomy radio transceiver instantly returned to normal, and the surrounding light was no longer eerie.

Klein busied himself preparing a ritual and sacrificed it above the gray fog. Only then did he have the mood to think over the answers he had just obtained.

Based on the clues Magic Mirror Arrodes had provided, and combining them with Mr. Azik’s and the Snake of Fate Will Auceptin’s answers, Klein initially formed a plan for his next stage.

It was not merely that he wished to return to Backlund for a short rest. Instead, he would treat that metropolis as his main base of activity for a long period, seeing whether he could steal the Antigonus family’s notebook from Saint Samuel Cathedral of the Church of Evernight.

If he confirmed that there was no way to do that, then he would attempt to switch to a neighboring Beyonder pathway. If that still failed, he would have no choice but to take the final path: heading to the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range.

“Mm… Returning to Backlund definitely means I can’t openly use the identity of Sherlock Moriarty—unless I want to fish out Ince Zangwill or a certain royal faction hidden in the shadows. However, when contacting acquaintances or borrowing the Church of Steam’s resources, I can transform back into Sherlock Moriarty.

“In short, I’ll need to use a new identity again. And it must be thoroughly distinguished from Gehrman Sparrow. Uh, this time I won’t return directly to Pritz Harbor. I’ll make a detour through Desi Bay and make sure no one can trace where I came from.”

Klein’s thoughts moved quickly, and he soon developed a clear line of thinking.

After roughly settling the direction, he had originally intended to draw some blood and explore Travels of Groselle above the gray fog in spirit-body form. However, considering that the Tarot Gathering would be held in the afternoon, he lay back in bed, using rest as relaxation.

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The Future sailed steadily over the rolling waves. Admiral of Stars Cattleya stood beside the window, gazing at the open scenery that stretched so far it seemed endless. From the front deck, Nina’s furious voice occasionally came. She was cursing Frank Lee for creating a pile of beef-flavored mushrooms that reproduced extremely quickly and loved eating fish.

Cattleya silently sighed and raised a hand to push up the heavy glasses on her nose.

Just then, her spiritual intuition was touched. She lowered her head and looked toward her desk, only to see that at some unknown time, several yellowed sheets of paper had appeared there.

“The Emperor’s diary… She finally sent a messenger over…” Cattleya turned around in delight and picked up the few sheets, which seemed more like an initial probe than a large delivery.

By three o’clock that afternoon, having forcibly memorized those symbols, she saw illusory crimson light drown her like a tide.

Beneath the towering dome supported by stone pillars, The Hermit Cattleya saw similar crimson lights rise one after another, forming blurry figures.

She did not study them closely. Instead, she discovered that the familiar glasses had naturally appeared on the bridge of her nose, as though perfectly replicating her external state.

Then, from the corner of her eye, she saw Miss Justice elegantly rise and greet the seat of honor at the bronze long table in a light and cheerful voice.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~”

Audrey had indeed been in a good mood recently. After returning to the family castle, she had used the posture of an obedient daughter to successfully help her mother, Lady Caitlyn, resolve several psychological issues caused by age and physical condition. The results had been very good, allowing Audrey to summarize more principles for acting as a Psychiatrist.

The most important among them was helping others resolve problems of the heart. She suspected this was why the potion’s name was Psychiatrist rather than Psychologist.

Miss Justice is…