Part 2 the faceless man chapter 153 the ambitions of the “inverted man”

　　After checking up and down, Crane confirmed that there was nothing odd about the Wyatts’ house, and that the couple hadn’t left a single hair behind, apparently in case someone came after them with a divination.

　　He returned to the bedroom filled with dolls and took four steps against the grain into the gray mist above, intending to use divination for final confirmation.

　　But before getting to the meat of the matter, he spared a moment to materialize the young girl almost as tall as himself, and, like he had done in the past in Tingen when he had divined the shadow of the “Mutant Sun Emblem,” he picked up a dark red round-bellied fountain pen, and scribbled a phrase on a piece of yellowish-brown parchment:

　　”Where it came from.”

　　Putting down the pen and holding the paper, Klein leaned back in his chair, whispering and slowly adjusting his spirit to a meditative state.

　　After seven full repetitions, his eyes turned deeper, his eyes dropped, and he fell into a deep sleep.

　　In that gray, detached world, he saw the doll maker working with extraordinary concentration, saw the red-eyed “girl” being placed in the dollhouse, and saw Emlyn White pulling out his wallet without taking his eyes off of it.

　　Finally, the scene was fixed in the bedroom where Klein was currently sitting, with the handsome but slightly elegant arrogant vampire Emlyn White sitting on the edge of the bed with his hair slicked back, gazing lovingly at this doll and all the other dolls of different sizes.

　　Sure enough, an avid fan of dolls …… Klein opened his eyes and reached up to cover his face.

　　Whirling around, he waved his hand, causing the manifested etch-a-sketch dolls to disappear above the gray mist.

　　With that done, he picked up the round-bellied fountain pen again and once more wrote down a new divination statement:

　　”Scenes of people who died within the last ten years at 48 Riverbend Avenue.”

　　–Based on the statements of the neighborhood residents, it hadn’t been more than ten years since the Wyatts had moved to the area, so Crane was able to pinpoint a specific range, and, he believed that if the Wyatts were just good monsters on the surface, and had in actuality been creating disappearances in order to feed on warm, tasty blood, it was unlikely that they would have consistently prevented things from happening in the home.

　　There would always be a few accidents over the course of a long decade, as long as they didn’t call it quits!

　　Double-checking the divination statement, Klein repeated the silent chanting and meditation, and quickly fell into the dream world.

　　The gray world was sometimes dark, sometimes snowflakes became dots, sometimes shattered and split before his eyes, but never a picture presented itself.

　　This was the result of divination:

　　Nothing!

　　No one had died at 48 Riverbend Avenue in the last ten years!

　　Combining all aspects, it can be initially judged that the Wyatt family are law abiding at best thieving vampires …… Klein looked at the long mottled bronze table in front of him, wrapped himself in spirituality, and fell into the gray mist.

　　Upon returning to the real world, he discreetly disposed of the traces he had left behind and left 48 Riverbend Avenue the same way he had left it.

　　Instead of making a final decision on the matter, he took a detour to the Riverbend police precinct and, against the backdrop of a scene of thieving drunks being brought inside and handcuffed to the pipes, easily infiltrated the file room and had the audacity to light the gas table lamps inside.

　　Then Klein located the missing records for the last ten years and clattered through them.

　　From time to time, police officers on duty passed by outside the door, but there was no light leaking out of the file room as far as they could see.

　　”There’s nothing suspicious ……” After an unknown amount of time, Klein, wearing black gloves, put the file back down.

　　Then he turned off the gas table lamp and, in the deep darkness, removed his hat, pressed his hand to his chest, and saluted toward the lobby of the precinct.

　　All the way back to Minsk Street, Klein took a shower, changed his clothes, sat down at his desk, and spread out the map of Berkland that he had first purchased on the steam train.

　　He first located Moonflower Street in the south section of the bridge, where the Harvest Church was located, and where Father Utravsky was the bishop of the church and had imprisoned Emlyn White in its basement.

　　Following closely, Klein’s eyes moved to figure out the names and layout of several surrounding streets.

　　The performance couldn’t be rushed or rushed, it had to be done little by little to keep the audience engaged …… Klein whispered a word, unfolded the letterhead, and dropped his fountain pen:

　　”The Honorable Detective Stuart:

　　”I wonder if you have found that Emlyn White? I’ve been keeping an eye out for you lately, and one of my informants told me on this day that he had seen this man in Tutewa Street, Bridge South, and of course, he only said that there was a strong resemblance to the man in the portrait.”

　　……

　　Putting down his pen, Klein folded the letterhead neatly and tucked it into an envelope with a black stamp of 1p denomination.

　　……

　　The waves are rolling across the vast expanse of the Sunia Sea.

　　The “Blue Avenger” moved along smoothly without a single wobble.

　　”Alger Wilson sat in the captain’s cabin, brass-colored sextant in hand, but his eyes were closed.

　　Wordlessly, a sudden smile appeared on his face.

　　”Finally digested ……” Alger opened his eyes and raised his hands, causing dots of azure to appear around him.

　　Those azure clattered and intersected, turning into a giant wave that swept forward.

　　As Alger pressed his hands together, this giant wave disintegrated and turned into countless raindrops that fell onto the deck.

　　After nearly four months, his “Navigator” magic potion was finally digested!

　　During this period of time, he not only drifted on the sea for a long time, accomplishing various tasks entrusted by the church, but also consciously explored new shipping lanes and searched for undiscovered islands, and after several setbacks, he finally made some gains.

　　This in turn led to the digestion of the magic potion, allowing him to basically grasp his own “Mariner’s Code”.

　　The core is to be close to the sea, to be skillful in mastering the information of shipping lanes and weather, and to explore and discover!

　　The always profound Alger could not help but leave his seat, pacing back and forth in the captain’s room, and thinking about the future he longed for:

　　Once he had gotten the formula for the “Wind Favored One” magic potion and found all the corresponding extraordinary materials, he would be promoted to Sequence 6 without the Church’s knowledge, and then he would repeat the same process, striving to become a Sequence 5 “Ocean Singer” within three years… …

　　During this process, one must always be the captain of the “Blue Avenger” ship, and not enter the complicated interpersonal relationships of the team of vicarious punishers, so as not to expose the secret ……

　　Once I’ve been promoted to Serial 5 and gained enough strength, I’ll be able to secretly return there …… Alger subconsciously looked to his right.

　　His gaze seemed to penetrate through the heavy planks of the ship and the vast ocean, landing on an ancient and hidden island.

　　Alger wasn’t worried about his future promotion within the church, when he had accomplished his heart’s desire, he would be able to go all out to seek an increase in position!

　　When the time comes, he will continue to disguise himself as a Sequence 5, and drink another copy of the “Wind Favored One” magic potion!

　　This will increase his extraordinary characteristics, make him stronger, and slow down his digestion, without jeopardizing his own safety.

　　In the same way, after Sequence 5 has been thoroughly digested, he can take another potion of “Ocean Singer” and go through the normal process, which will only make him close to losing control, and there is a way to fix it.

　　That is, find a woman to marry and transfer the extra extraordinary traits to your children.

　　After I do that, I’ll be able to move up to the level of Cardinal, closer to the High Sequence! Such a great time is exactly my chance! Within Alger’s mind, he had already sketched out himself wearing the Cardinal’s robes, at the top of the Church hierarchy, and in control of many vicarious punishments.

　　Enchanted for a moment, he withdrew his sight and regained his senses:

　　”…… One step behind is more difficult than the other, fortunately I have the Tarot Gathering, and Mr. ‘Fool’, although it holds the same dangers, but any path to improve oneself is risky!

　　”Gotta collect some Rossel journals soon in exchange for the opportunity to ask questions and figure out what the item is that card in Mr. ‘Fool’s’ hand that only shows the back.

　　”It wasn’t even there before.

　　”The card …… Roselle’s Diary …… can’t be the item I think it is?”

　　Alger’s eyes narrowed and his pupils became smaller.

　　……

　　At 15 Minsk Street, Klein yawned, turned off the gaslight, and slipped under the covers.

　　He had other plans, which were to use divination to approximate the origin of the biotoxin vials, and to obtain the formula for the first three sequences of the Fae Pathway potions from the extraordinary properties of the Werewolf.

　　However, after a busy night with Emlyn White, he felt a bit tired and planned to try again on the next day above the gray mist.

　　Just after lying down and closing his eyes, Klein suddenly felt something was wrong.

　　This is a diviner’s instinctive spiritual intuition!

　　It’s been a few days since I got the Werewolf’s extraordinary properties and the vial of biotoxin, and it’s not as if there weren’t times in between when I was in a better state of mind, but I’ve been putting it off and not going to the Divination, which is very unusual! Kraven rolled over and sat up, thinking carefully, and found a similar incident:

　　The first time he met Mego Oss, he wanted to directly use his spiritual vision to observe the other party’s spiritual condition, but ended up naturally missing the opportunity because he froze for a moment, and when he waited until the end, he realized that it was because the other party had an evil god’s heir in her belly, and the diviner’s instinctive spiritual intuition prevented him from losing control of his breakdown on the spot with no trace of a problem.

　　Much like that, and this time it shows even more clearly …… I remember Ms. Sharon said that the control of the Rose School over its members is beyond my imagination, and everyone’s body and soul are as if they are bound by something, which is why there is almost no leakage of the sequence information of the Fae Pathway… …They believe in the “Bound God” …… So, when using the extraordinary characteristics of the “Werewolf” to divine the appropriate magic potion formula, it will directly involve this evil god. The evil god will be directly involved, bringing about consequences that I’m not willing to bear? Klein thought carefully and realized that there is a doubt here:

　　When I divined the “Mutated Sun Emblem” and the “ear” left behind by the “Listener”, my spiritual intuition didn’t stop me either… …Is the “Bound God” more powerful than the “Eternal Sun” and the “True Creator”?

　　Or is it possible that K’s trait makes it more resistant to gray mist and can penetrate it effectively?

　　Of course, the danger could also come from the source of the biotoxin vials ……

　　Thinking about this, the always cautious Klein decided to only try to divine the biotoxin vials tomorrow, to see if the diviner’s spiritual intuition would prevent it.