Part 2 the faceless man chapter 63 rafft pounder
While the county of West Vilas was located in the western part of the Kingdom of Ruin, separated from the Republic of Intis by the Hornachis Mountains, there was a street named after it in Birkeland, located on the edge of Queens, where the headquarters of the Metropolitan Police Department was located.
Many people chose this street to settle on for peace of mind, and Raft Pond was one of them.
Inside the street-front house with the door number 29, the baronet from the baron stood draped in his cotton flannel pajamas in the warm sitting room, standing by the closed window and gazing diagonally across the street at West Villas Field.
He was just in his early forties, and already his temples were graying, his eyes were puffy and wrinkled, and he seemed to reek of alcohol at all times.
Some torn women’s underwear littered the floor behind Raft, and in the distance from this was the flaming fireplace.
The baron raised the glass in his hand and downed the remaining liquid in one gulp, then walked slowly towards the door, wanting to go back to his bedroom and sleep.
Because there were no additional pipes to transmit heat to the fireplace, as soon as he left the sitting room, he felt the late fall chill that seeped into his bones.
”Damn!” Raft Pond cursed under his breath, staggered to the bedroom door and twisted the knob.
The bedroom was dimly lit, with only a faint scarlet glow spilling in.
Raft was about to close the door and fall back on the bed with his body closed, when his gaze suddenly froze.
A figure was sitting quietly in a chair beside the curtains!
The figure was wearing a gray-blue shirt and pants, a dark duck-tongued hat, and his entire body was hidden in the shadows.
Noticing Pound’s gaze from the Baron, the figure slowly raised his head and looked over.
His face was covered with red, yellow, white and other colors of oil paint, like the most comical clown!
Raft was about to cry out and turn his head to escape, when he saw a revolver aimed at him, and heard two low, dark words:
”I advise you not to do anything unwise.”
”If you cooperate well, I will do no harm, nor take your belongings, if you have any.”
Raft Pond’s face changed several times, and very honestly he closed the bedroom door, then half raised his hands and sat down on the edge of the bed.
”What, what do you want me to do?” He hiccupped, his body trembling slightly as he reminded, “Across the street is Severus Field!”
”I know, but I think I’m closer to you than Severus Field is to you.” Doing a clown disguise, Klein changed his voice and accent and warned, “And all I’m going to do is ask you some questions.”
–Before coming to Severus Street, he had divined whether the trip was dangerous or not within that mysterious space above the gray mist, and received a very safe answer.
”Questions?” Raft’s lips opened and closed for a while and smiled bitterly, “Here we go again …… Will I never escape this nightmare?”
”Many have come to ask?” Klein followed his words.
”No, more than asked! So many things happened around me after my cousin uncle, the respected old Viscount, passed away; the amiable old butler resigned without cause and went off to who knows where; the valets and maids changed without warning, becoming strange and cold; they were searching for something, yes, searching for something, and I was not yet ten years old, and could only look on like that, and did not dare to tell anyone, and I was afraid that I should never wake up again come back!” Raft replied rather brokenly.
Looking for what? Was it the search for that underground building, or the treasures of the Pond family, such as, for example, the extraordinary properties and magical items buried near that evil spirit? The royal family and the church shouldn’t have been unaware of it, surely the higher-ups must have known about the indestructibility of extraordinary properties and the law of conservation! Since the Pound family is in ruins, something like that would have been recovered, right? Unless, the old Viscount spent a great deal of money and purchased additional extraordinary characteristics and magical items of the same sequence as a way to hide the matter of the underground building …… Klein calmly listened to the whole thing and generated quite a lot of speculations.
He appeared to be relaxed, but in reality, he could do it at any time and asked:
”How long did this last?”
”I don’t know, I don’t know, surrounded by faces I don’t recognize, how do I make sure the rest of them aren’t accomplices? Oh, I pretended I didn’t notice anything, shuddered for years, and then was induced by them to drink, play with women, gamble, smoke marijuana, and do all sorts of things that made me look like a loser!” Raft Pound laughed slightly nervously, “They were finally relieved to stop watching me, and when I even sold that house, they, phew, left, went off to who knows where, and no, they’re definitely still spying on me to keep me from calling the police, yeah, to keep me from calling the police!”
This guy has a mental illness ah …… don’t know if he’s telling the truth or not, the change in emotional color is very logical, but what if, he just felt ashamed of his old Viscount, and imagined such a drama to justify his degradation, and then after that, he just kept on believing it completely by self-suggestion …… As a qualified keyboard powerhouse who knew a little bit about everything, Klein had seen similar cases in his last life.
He thought for two seconds and said:
”What did these people ask you?”
”They asked me how exactly the old Viscount’s two children died, and asked the old Viscount what abnormal behavior he had during those years, I was less than 10 years old, I didn’t know anything at all!” Raft waved his arms and pressed his voice in a low growl.
”Calm down, please calm down.” Klein pressed down with his left hand and turned to ask about something else, trying to confirm from multiple angles whether Pound knew about the underground building from the Baron.
Time flew by in a question and answer, and Klein muffled his voice:
”You sure don’t seem to know anything.”
”I’m sorry to have bothered you, I should take my leave.”
He stood up, bowed slightly, and made a curtsey, looking very cultured.
And almost at the same time, the emotion of collapse and excitement on Raft Pound’s face instantly disappeared, and his light blue eyes became abnormally deep, as if he was scrutinizing.
Seeing that the clown-dressed intruder was about to stand upright again, he immediately resumed his earlier expression of grief, anger, madness, bitterness, and nervousness.
Just then, a voice filled with mystery suddenly rang in his ears.
”Crimson!”
Klein infused his spirit into the “Sleeping Charm” and threw it at Rafter with his unarmed left hand.
In the sound of fine burning, a thick and intense peace spread out and enveloped that baron from the baron, making his eyes stop closing and making his body fall softly onto the bed.
”I’m sorry, the inquiry just now was only for comparison with afterward, there are procedures such as ‘dream entry’ and ‘psychic’ next.” Klein patted the other party’s pajamas, pressed his hand against his chest, and saluted again.
Then, he used the ‘Dream Charm’ and entered the other’s dream like a nightmare.
In the gray, fragmented, flickering world, Klein walked beside Lavater in a lucid and rational manner, watching him meet the waiters and maids with blank faces and no features, which made people feel unusually horrified, and watching him always witness a pale face silently watching him when he turned his head sideways and looked back, and watching him huddled in the corner, shivering, and watching him being covered by shadows a little bit by a little bit.
This is very consistent with his description just now …… Klein tried to be guided to figure out what happened, but Pound from the Baron seemed to have a very serious psychological shadow over those things, and at the slightest stimulus, he would shout nervously and run wildly in his dreams.
This made it impossible for Klein to get any more information at all.
So, he exited the dream, gave Raft Pound another “sleep spell”, and then took out the “Amanda” pure dew and other materials to prepare for the psychic ceremony.
After responding to himself, Klein’s spirit passed through the storm of thoughts and saw the illusory figure of the other party, the illusory figure based on the mind body.
”What did the old Viscount say to you before he died?” Klein asked with deliberation.
Raft Pound answered in a muddled voice:
”He told me to maintain the family.”
”And?” Klein deliberately asked again in an affirmative tone.
”To keep me mindful of the honor of my ancestors.” Raft responded blankly.
Klein nodded gently and turned to ask:
”What are those people looking for?”
”I don’t know.” Raft still answered as he had earlier.
Klein continued to ask questions, making comparisons with before, and came to the conclusion that Pound had not lied from the Baron, and that everything he had just said was true enough.
At this point, he stopped stopping and penetrated the other party’s thought storm, letting the spirituality that spread out return to his body.
Immediately after that, Klein methodically cleaned up the scene and took out the Aztec copper whistle and tossed it a few times, using its bits to interfere with any subsequent divination investigations that might exist.
”I appreciate your cooperation, from Mr. Baron.” With that done, Klein, painted in clown greasepaint, bent over in salute once more.
Then, he turned around, opened the window, and leapt into the street, disappearing into the vastness of the night.
After a few moments, Raft Pound suddenly opened his eyes.
There was a ring of bursting capillaries around those light blue eyes!
He rolled violently over and sat up, gazing out the open convex belly window.
……
After making a big detour to the East End, Klein washed off his disguise, changed into normal clothes, and returned to 15 Minsk Street in the Chorwood neighborhood as if nothing had happened.
Instead of resting there and thinking about what to do next with that underground building, he once again entered above the gray mist.
At the top of the ancient table, Klein slowly spread out his hand, revealing a few brown hairs from Raft Pond, which he had collected before “dreaming” about the other side.
There is still one last procedure, the confirmation of divination on the gray mist …… Klein whispered silently to himself, manifested a pen and paper, writing down the content that had been considered before:
”The future of Raft Pound.”
I’m going to see what happens to you in the future as a way to corroborate with the past! Klein leaned back against the back of his chair and silently recited the divination statement.
Because that ancient building involved six orthodox deities, he was afraid that there would be a problem if he directly divined the content in question, so, in a different thought, he helped Raft Pound ask about the future!