Chapter 30: Is It Over?

Chapter 30: Is It Over?

After Klein retrieved his hat, Bishop Miller’s Beyonder characteristic had already finished condensing. It was only the size of a thumb, pale-blue and translucent, but from time to time, traces of greenish-blue wind would sweep through it, and dark, nearly black “tides” surged within.

Opening the revolver’s cylinder, Klein flicked his wrist and shook the spent shells—golden, silvery-white, and brass—onto the ground, where they rang out with a clear series of clinks.

Then he unhurriedly took out the speedloader he had prepared in advance and loaded a new set of Beyonder bullets into the gun.

After finishing this, he put away the revolver, bent down, picked up Bishop Miller’s Beyonder characteristic, and tucked it casually into his pocket.

After taking a few diagonal steps, Klein picked up his cane again. As he turned to walk toward Cleeves and the others, he casually drew out a paper figurine and flicked his wrist as though cracking a whip.

Snap!

The paper figurine rapidly ignited, flew from his hand, and drifted away, turning into specks of crimson that fell to the ground and extinguished into dust.

“So cool…” Denton forgot the pain from his fall just now and stared without blinking.

Uncle Sparrow looked like he was setting off fireworks… Donna nodded in agreement with her younger brother’s words.

After using the Paper Figurine Substitute method to interfere with information and residual traces at the scene, Klein looked toward the direction from which they had come and said, calm and concise, “Leave this place.”

With that, he turned directly and began walking at an unhurried pace, receiving the Sun Brooch and Azik’s copper whistle from Elland and Danitz respectively.

Urdi and the others said nothing and made no complaints about pain. Quiet as quails, they followed behind.

In the battle just now, they had fully witnessed the strangeness of Beyonders. Danitz’s fire abilities in particular had been the most conspicuous and obvious, leaving an extraordinarily deep impression. They now understood, truly and clearly, that this was not something ordinary humans could involve themselves in. The only thing they could do was obey instructions and do their utmost to follow.

Only then could they ensure their survival!

Compared to Danitz’s side, Klein’s battle with Bishop Miller had mainly involved almost invisible wind blades and the truly invisible domain of the mind. Apart from the holy light that seemed to have been descended from the heavens and Bishop Miller’s terrifying appearance after losing control, the whole process had appeared rather plain and uneventful, failing to give the spectators too strong a feeling of shock.

When they passed through the area of the fight, Cleeves, Cecile, and the others suddenly paused, because they saw that the ground was covered in slashing marks, densely packed and everywhere.

This… They instantly understood one thing: the battle between Gehrman Sparrow and the fallen bishop had been far more dangerous and terrifying than the performance on the other side.

Fear and a sense of security surged up at the same time. They all quickened their pace.

Twenty or thirty seconds later, Klein stopped on the street outside the telegraph office and, expressionless, said to Captain Elland, “Are you going to send the telegram?”

After saying this, he could not help adding a reminder.

“Do not force your way in.”

“Understood.” On this strange night, Elland was just as cautious.

He hurried a few steps to the telegraph office door and raised a hand to knock three times.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Amid the slightly muffled echoes, someone inside asked, “Who is it?”

Klein, who had already been on guard, abruptly frowned, because the speaker was a man!

Elland also found it strange.

“I want to send a telegram.

“Who are you? I remember the person on duty earlier was a lady.”

The man inside answered in a calm, flat voice, “I am Pavo Court, Melanie’s colleague.

“She is right…