Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 139 Breakfast
Again, only worshipping the moon and not honoring the goddess? Klein couldn’t help but show a thoughtful expression.
He had heard of this kind of thing before when he was learning about the School of Life, but he never thought that a Witch King who lived and died in the Southern Continent would hold similar views.
–After the “Pale Age” at the end of the Quaternary Era, the Berserk Sea became a veritable sea, and the northern and southern continents were cut off from each other, and the School of Life took shape at the beginning of the Fifth Era, and it was obviously impossible for it to develop to the southern continent before Rossel sent his people to find out a safe shipping route.
Witch King Karaman also belongs to the early period, the active age from the northern continent countries invasion of more than a thousand years.
In other words, two extraordinary “powers” that belonged to the north and south continents and were unable to communicate with each other chose to worship the moon itself and ignore the goddess of night at about the same time.
Such a coincidence makes one wonder why.
Could a new deity have been born and taken away the authority associated with the moon? But, as a deity, k shouldn t be so obscure …… Or, although the goddess snatched away the moon authority, there is a remnant of the original moon god s followers, which has been passed down from the fourth era, or even the third era, and has blossomed into two branches after the north and south continents were separated, a Witch King, and a School of Life? Klein roughly made a guess, but struggled to narrow down the scope without corresponding clues.
He gave up thinking for the time being and grasped the time, quickly skimming up the contents of the back of the Book of Secrets.
In the preface, Witch King Karaman very directly stated that many of the book’s rituals, secret deeds, astrological methods, and summoning techniques originated from the primitive moon worship, and described the corresponding honorific names in detail:
”The unique Red Moon, symbol of life and beauty, mother of all spiritual powers.”
Surprisingly, there are honorific names! But there is a lack of more popularized descriptions such as “Goddess of the Night” or “Mother Earth.” …… If there is such a hidden deity, there is bound to be a more suitable for the simplicity of the name in verbal praise, rather than the primitive worship of the moon …… Klein detected an oddity and relied on his knowledge of the occult to do the analysis.
”Also, using ‘Lord of Crimson’ for the ceremony would obviously point to the Goddess, but adopting a very similar yet more refined and detailed honorific name would bypass the Goddess and point to the source of their power, to the supposedly primordial Moon… …and I wonder just what kind of bizarre existence it is ……” Klein thought with some curiosity and some horror.
Because he didn’t have that much time, he just skimmed through the subsequent details and found that, as the Witch King Karaman himself stated, many secret deeds and many rituals pointed to the moon.
For Klein, this did not require too much attention, he would not copy those things and invoke the primordial moon that he did not know what the hell it was, what he wanted to learn was the overall structure, design ideas, and detail handling of those secret deeds and rituals.
Only when he grasps the hidden laws, he will be able to come up with his own pacts, rituals, astrological methods and summoning techniques that point to the “King of Yellow and Black”.
Maybe after a long time, I will have a self-contained occult …… Klein removed his wrist pendulum and finally confirmed the authenticity of the Book of Secrets.
After receiving an affirmative answer, he was in no hurry to utilize the werewolf’s extraordinary traits to divine the formula, which he wouldn’t have taken to sell anyway, and by the same token, he planned to hold off before researching the origins of the biotoxin vials.
He quickly returned to the real world and pulled open the curtains, to his eyes was the sun that failed to illuminate the earth, it was hiding behind the clouds and haze, it looked a little bleak.
”Achoo!”
Suddenly, Klein reached up to cover his mouth and nose and sneezed.
At this time, he realized that he had a bit of a headache and was not refreshed enough, and it seemed that he had caught a cold.
As a Sequence 7 Extraordinary, I can’t believe I’m sick …… Klein drew out a piece of paper and hummed out his nose.
He thought back carefully and quickly realized the reason:
The negative effect of the Biotoxin Vial was to gradually weaken the holder and progress to sickness!
If carried for any longer, one might even die of illness.
And this could not be eliminated by relying on the Spiritual Shackles!
Last night, after the battle, Klein was carrying the Biotoxin Vial for half an hour in the “Church of the Lever” while his spirituality was almost dried up and his body was quite weak from poisoning. ……
Combined with the time spent returning to Minsk Street, he was shamefully sick.
”Luckily it’s not serious …… It doesn’t affect anything ……” Klein sneezed again and packed up to take a hot bath.
After washing up, he fried a special egg to treat himself to the aroma.
”A copy of the Witch King’s ‘Book of Secrets’, a magical item that can’t be worse than a sun brooch, a vial of biotoxin, and a copy of the extraordinary trait left over from the Sequence 7 ‘Werewolf’… I made quite a bit of money this time around… …… I just didn’t manage to get the ‘Walker’s’ extraordinary trait is regrettable …… “Klein sat down at the dining table and calculated his harvest while eating.
Another thing that made him feel heartbroken was the fact that it took a full 11 extraordinary bullets, which converted to nearly 10 pounds each!
That is to say, I burned like 100 pounds …… veritably hit people with money …… No wonder most of the low and middle sequence extraordinarys are so thirsty for money …… Klein glanced down at his own breakfast.
They only added up to a few pennies!
Finishing his breakfast, Klein leisurely read his newspaper, sneezing now and then and wiping his mouth and nose with the paper.
The 8 o’clock church bell had just subsided when his doorbell had been rung.
Klein was not surprised to see Mike Joseph, a reporter for the Daily Observer.
The reporter gentleman with pretty blue eyes and two moustaches but rather rough skin took off his hat in greeting and then went straight to the point:
”Detective Moriarty, are you available to take my commission?”
Although he had a slight cold, it was relatively unsuspicious for him to take commissions normally these days …… Klein, who had just done a job, smiled:
”I’m mildly sick, but it doesn’t affect my fighting and shooting.”
Mike burst into a smile and said:
”Thank you for your help.”
”Let’s get going here.”
”Uh, Detective Moriarty, have you had breakfast yet? I’ll treat you, as an employer, I’m rightfully responsible for your food today.”
Treat me to breakfast? Klein was stunned for a moment and said:
”I just finished eating.”
”But I suggest you use breakfast again in the East End so you can see a lot of things, just give me a cup of coffee then.”
”…… No problem.” Mike pointed outside, “The carriage I hired is waiting.”
Klein looked him up and down and said:
”Sir, you’d better dress a little worse for wear or I’m going to have my hands full.”
Mike looked down at his tweed overcoat with some realization:
”It’s too striking?”
”It is in the East End.” Klein pointed inside, “I have some specially prepared clothing, and well, we’re about the same size.”
Mike couldn’t help but sigh in admiration:
”You sure are professional.”
Professional in crime? Klein ventriloquized.
After changing their attire into regular workers, the two got into the wagon and headed to the edge of the East End.
……
”Achoo!”
Klein pulled out another paper and wiped his mouth and nose and hummed some snot.
Since there was no trash can nearby, he folded the paper and put it back into his coat pocket.
”The food at this café is okay, of course, that’s relative to the residents of the East End.” Klein pointed to the slightly greasy cafe on the corner of the street.
He’d come here a few times for breakfast when he occasionally stayed in a one-bedroom room in the neighborhood.
”Looks like it’s been considered one of the better restaurants around here.” Mike didn’t think it was a café.
It was after nine o’clock and the café was sparsely populated – East Enders tended to finish their breakfasts after seven and start working or looking for work.
After accompanying Mike as he ordered the beef stew with potatoes, bread, coffee, and other food, Klein looked around the room for a seat by the window.
That’s when he saw a familiar face, the middle-aged or older man he had pretended to be a reporter for relief earlier.
He was the one who brought me here in the first place …… Why is he only using breakfast now …… Klein’s thoughts turned to Mike:
”You’ve got an interview.”
As he spoke, he carried his coffee cup towards the “homeless man”.
The other man was still wearing the same thick jacket as before, his somewhat graying hair looked greasier, and his beard was quite noticeable, but there was no more of that sleepy feeling between his eyebrows that he had last time, and his face was no longer so green and white and scary.
”Good morning, we meet again.” Crane greeted as he sat down across the table and noticed that the other man’s breakfast consisted of black bread with a penny large mug of cheap tea.
The middle-aged man raised his head, took a closer look, and spoke in surprise:
”Mr. Reporter, is that you?”
…… Klein laughed dryly twice and pointed to Mike next to him:
”This is my colleague, he wants to do a more in-depth investigation on my previous interview.”
Mike is an experienced and knowledgeable reporter, sniffed without saying much, only smiled and nodded in greeting.
As for the matter of Detective Moriarty pretending to be a reporter, it’s not like he just learned about it today, the other party had borrowed a fake reporter’s badge from him!
”So you really are a reporter!” The middle-aged man said offhandedly in shock, “But that doesn’t stop you from being a kind and good-hearted person.”
Klein smiled and asked rhetorically:
”How have you been lately?”
The middle aged man took a sip of his tea and said:
”With your help, I finally got a good night’s sleep, ate well, and am no longer so weak.”
”I initially tried to find the original kind of work, which is shoe making, but they didn’t want me, saying that my hands shook ……”
He let out a low chuckle and skipped over that part:
”Then I went to the docks and got some work, it’s tiring, but at least there’s money to be made, I’ve rented a ground floor bunk in someone’s house for only six and a half pence a week, and of course, I can only sleep at night.”
”Eh, that’s the way it is working on the docks, I went in early this morning, didn’t eat anything, held my hand up there and shouted my name and the steward’s name out loud, but I still didn’t get picked, so I had to come back here.”
”Luckily, there’s still a chance in the afternoon; the men might have to be busy until late in the morning and won’t be able to compete with us.”
Klein listened quietly, taking occasional sips of his poor quality coffee, while Mike took out a pen and paper and made quick notes.