Chapter 35: Both Sides Waiting

Chapter Thirty-FiveBoth Sides Waiting

Both sides already know where the Helmosuin manuscript is. This matter will reach a conclusion tonight… Then the ambassador will have his hands free, with spare strength for retaliation and similar actions… Is that the reason danger is about to descend?

Klein roughly understood the earlier divination result and that inexplicable omen.

If not for the Words of Filth charm, if not for the powerful bodyguard costing one thousand pounds for three days, he most likely would now shamelessly cling to the police station, or go to Saint Hilran Cathedral, the Backlund headquarters of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, and “stay temporarily” there to avoid the possible attack while waiting for the ambassador to be assassinated. As for whether the assassination would succeed, Klein had no certainty. In any case, he had already considered the worst result and prepared a certain plan for it.

But now that he had double preparations, he naturally would not choose a strategy of avoidance. He would remain at home as before, pretending he knew nothing.

In his heart, he was even faintly looking forward to the attacker coming to his door.

Sequence 9 Hunter Meursault was killed by me. If they send someone else, at minimum it will be a Sequence 7, perhaps even Sequence 6, Sequence 5, or else a pile of numbers. No matter which it is, as long as they are dealt with, I will obtain formulas, obtain Beyonder characteristics, and recover some of my losses… Mm. I will tell Miss Bodyguard that I got lucky and obtained some benefit from that black ear I bought, becoming a Beyonder. After all, if the battle is intense, there is no way for me to hide that point. And what I say will be almost the truth. I did indeed obtain considerable gains from that black ear…

As Klein thought through the matters to follow, he almost instinctively wanted to draw a crimson moon over his chest.

May the Goddess bless me. Let it be that Beyonder of the Diviner pathway!

He prayed silently.

Thinking of that, he looked around the room, wanting to find his bodyguard. He worried that after hearing the whole story, she had run away without a sound.

The living room and dining room were warmly lit, illuminating the coffee table, sofas, and chairs. Apart from that, there was no one else.

Just as Klein was gradually beginning to feel uneasy, he suddenly saw a face appear on the glass shade of the gas lamp in the sitting area. The hair was pale-gold, the features exquisite, the face deathly pale.

This lady still has quite a bit of confidence in her own strength…

Klein’s heart instantly settled. In a low voice that seemed to be self-directed, he said, “I am a Beyonder too.

“I attended a gathering through Kaspars and purchased an item that gambled on luck. I obtained certain benefits from it—benefits only for someone like me, of course.”

Both sentences were true. No matter what method they faced, they could withstand testing.

But placed together, the two sentences would easily make one think that the benefit had made him a Beyonder.

The face reflected on the glass shade of the gas lamp gave a slight nod and quickly vanished, showing no other reaction.

Although Klein’s outward appearance did not change, he inwardly let out a quiet breath.

He returned to the sofa area. Without taking off his coat, he picked up a newspaper and casually began flipping through it.

After a while, the dinging and clanging of the bell echoed again. Someone had pulled the doorbell once more.

Who?

Klein’s mind instantly tightened. Both hands entered his pockets, touching a tarot card and the Words of Filth charm respectively.

He slowly walked toward the door and, with the Clown’s ability, foresaw the scene he would see after opening it:

The crimson moon still appeared and disappeared faintly. The elegant gas streetlamps remained unchanged. A sergeant in a black-and-white checkered uniform, with three Vs on his shoulder insignia, waited…