Part 3 The Traveler Chapter 126 Specialization

　　The head of the long bronze table resounded with a soft scuffing sound as the infinite gray mist hovered in silence.

　　Klein shifted his sitting position and pushed through the details of the Evil Spirit incident with increasing gravity, becoming increasingly convinced that he and Miss Sharon had completely overlooked the possibility of something going wrong with Raft Pond at that moment:

　　”This belongs to the extraordinary powers of the ‘Red Priest’ avenue of ‘conspirators’?

　　”And it is closer to the normal category of deception, with supernatural powers only in subtle ways, so that even if I had entered this mysterious space above the gray mist, I would not have perceived passively that I had suffered a hoodwink, and would have had to think and analyze it actively in order to discover the problem?

　　”If I didn’t know from Mr. Aztec that the evil spirit was suspected to be the long-fallen ‘Red Angel’ Medici, I wouldn’t have felt that there was something wrong at all, and I wouldn’t have been able to hire Ms. ‘Magician’ to go to Williams Street to look for anomalous signs ……”

　　After a few minutes of thought, Klein materialized a pen and paper, ready to confirm his speculation with divination.

　　After a while of deliberation, he finally put pen to paper and wrote down the phrase “dream divination”:

　　”Rufford Pound from the baron’s current situation.”

　　Putting down the crimson round-bellied fountain pen, Klein held the paper with the divination statement written on it and leaned back against the back of the chair.

　　He first recalled the information he had on Raft Pound before closing his eyes and silently reciting the statement and entering into meditation.

　　Klein’s thoughts soared and calmed, and he quickly fell into a dream world.

　　Intermittent images flashed by in that gray, cloudy world, finally settling on the house at 29 West Vilas Street.

　　Inside the warm sitting-room, Raft Pound, in his cotton-padded pajamas and carrying a wine-glass containing a red liquid, stood quietly at the window, gazing diagonally across the street at the headquarters of the police department of Bécquerade.

　　The graying of the baronet’s temples was becoming more pronounced, the puffy bags under his eyes were tinged with a greenish-black hue, and the wrinkles at the corners of his forehead and the edges of his mouth were deep enough to transcend his mid-forties.

　　His pupils took on a not severe but also abnormal dilation, his cheeks flushed and his expression smiling, a slight yet unusual change from what Klein had seen before.

　　Sure enough, he has a problem here …… Klein broke away from the dream and considered what to do about the evil spirits.

　　Undoubtedly, he had an inertia of thought in this regard, and without being able to contact Ms. Sharon, his first reaction was to report it!

　　But how to report it? Klein thought seriously for a while, manifested the figure of the “world” and asked him to pray:

　　”Deliver the following message to the Church of the Goddess of the Night and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery through a reliable channel.

　　”The message is, that high spies of Forsak and Intis are gathered in Williams Street for unknown purposes.

　　”Remuneration, one hundred pounds.”

　　This was the words that Klein had deliberated over and over again, directly revealing things such as the “King of Angels”, the “Red Priests”, the Medici family and the ruins of the Tudor Dynasty would indeed attract the attention of the church and the military, but it would also easily make the “magician” responsible for the report “Magician” Miss Forsyth was targeted by the official organization, which was extremely dangerous.

　　The statement of “senior spies of Fossack and Intis gathered at Williams Street” is not only relatively soft, but also something that ordinary extraordinary people have the chance to detect, and it is enough to make the church and the military alert, send the corresponding strong people, and take the most effective means.

　　As for what was subsequently found out, it belonged to their contribution and had nothing to do with the informant.

　　As for the option of seeking help from Mr. Aztec, Klein had considered it, but ultimately decided to give it up because that evil spirit was suspected to be the King of Angels in his lifetime, and it was very dangerous, and Mr. Aztec, who was still in the recovery stage, might not be able to deal with it.

　　After a short meditation, Klein transformed the scene into a stream of light and threw it into the crimson star that symbolizes the “magician” lady.

　　……

　　Birkeland, Chorwood District.

　　Forsyth receives a reply from Mr. World and listens in awe.

　　”That’s Forsak and Intis’s top spy?” She muttered to herself in dismay, convinced that she could not have reasoned such a conclusion from the material she had provided!

　　However, she quickly relieved herself, thinking that the reason why Mr. World suspected that there was something unusual in Williams Street was precisely because he had received the corresponding high-level spy information, and after confirming the presence of Forsak and Intis, it was very simple to come to a conclusion.

　　Pitching the information to the Church of Darkness and the Church of Steam? Isn’t that a euphemism for whistleblowing?…… It’s a pity that she can’t go on the sidelines again, otherwise she could surely see a good scene……. Forsyth was no stranger to whistleblowing, after all, her roommate and best friend was a bounty hunter.

　　She quickly got an idea and decided to leave the whole whistleblowing thing to the experienced Hugh.

　　Out of her bedroom, she saw Hugh sitting on the couch, leaning forward and looking over the target document, occasionally raising his hand to scratch his disheveled yellow hair, looking extremely serious.

　　Forsyth casually took a decorative object, leaned closer to the couch, and handed it over:

　　”Here, have a piece of cake.”

　　Hugh glanced at the buttercream-coated cake, his thoughts undistracted, and raised his palm to grab it.

　　At that moment, Forsyth flipped his wrist and spread it, and the cake in his palm had been transformed into a golden-colored fabric flower.

　　”Surprise?” She asked with a smile.

　　Hugh couldn’t help but roll his eyes upwards:

　　”Stop your act, I’d prefer it to be food.”

　　”Well, I have something to entrust you with, seventy pounds.” Forsyth smiled and sat down.

　　……

　　With the matter of the evil spirit initially dealt with, Klein returned to the real world, performing the ritual in passing and bringing the radio receiver, which had been sitting on top of the gray mist for several days, back to the first class master’s bedroom.

　　He lay down on his bed and, with the aid of meditation, regained his energy until he was awakened by the sound of a da-da-da-da.

　　When Klein opened his eyes, the scarlet moonlight was already shining through the window, veiling the dimly lit room and the radio receiver that was spitting imaginary white paper on its own on the desk.

　　This really has the feeling of a ghost movie horror movie …… Unfortunately, the connection is a magic mirror that has no modesty and no lower limits …… Klein rolled over and sat up, walked over, and saw that a line of Ruen text had appeared on the illusory white paper:

　　”Great Being above the spirit world, your loyal servant Arodes has arrived and greets you.

　　”You have something to test me on?”

　　Look at that! Look at that! That’s what I call being articulate! Now that’s what I call professionalism! At this moment Klein wanted to drag Fat Apothecary Duckwell in to see the art of talking in the Magic Mirror.

　　Obviously I have something to ask it, but it turned out to be me quizzing it, with a question attached to it …… Klein controlled the upturn of the corners of his mouth and answered in a low voice:

　　”Yes.”

　　”You speak, and the foolish and shallow Arodes is ready.” With a clattering sound, not only did the Rune script appear on the illusory white paper, but there was also an additional ingratiating smiley face.

　　This is already the prototype of the Yan character …… This guy evolved really fast …… Klein asked directly:

　　”Where can I get a magical item that can steal someone’s extraordinary ability?”

　　The da-da-da-da sound was suddenly intense, and an image flew out on the illusory white paper, so real that it seemed like a movie screenshot.

　　There was the familiar Charnis Gate at the bottom of St. Selene’s Church in Tingen City that Klein was familiar with, the handsome poet Leonard Mitchell with inked hair and blue eyes, the middle-aged man sitting on a sofa and smiling at the aristocratic lady across the room, and the high-spirited young girl wandering inside the shadowy sewers ……

　　That’s twelve images in all, and it ends with a single line of Ruanean text:

　　”These are of the type that are easily or conveniently accessible to you, there are many more of the rest, but they are either very complex and troublesome, or involve a very high level that I am unable to see.”

　　Nice ah, all know how to help me actively filter …… This is simply a fantasy version of the mysterious version of the intelligent version of Google Well …… Klein gently nodded, knowing the answer said:

　　”It’s your turn to ask a question.”

　　”You have already answered.” In a clattering sound, the Magic Mirror Aroldus’ unsurprising answer was presented on the illusory white paper.

　　Klein smiled darkly and then asked:

　　”Where does Leonard Mitchell live these days?”

　　The da-da-da-da-da sound was once again intense, and a scene jumped into Klein’s eyes in the form of a picture again:

　　There was Birkeland’s most famous landmark, the towering Gothic clock tower with the “Bell of Order” hanging above it;

　　It was the street sign that stood at the entrance to the street, reading “PINSTER STREET” at the top;

　　There was the townhouse with the number 7, and there was Leonard Mitchell, casually dapper in his black coat and red gloves, and there was the poet’s classmate, who was looking over the files of the Langlois and Capin cases.

　　This guy is in Birkeland and is investigating the Langelus and Capin cases? What kind of thing is this …… Klein’s mouth moved slightly, and he seriously thought about what clues he had left in these two cases.

　　The only clue was that Detective Sherlock Moriarty had been involved with both cases, and Leonard should have been able to find this out if he had been dreaming about Daisy. But by that time I had already grown a beard and made a good disguise, and relying only on the blurrier images and a few portraits in the dream, he most likely would not be able to recognize me …… As long as he can t, it doesn t matter, what does Sherlock Moriarty having problems have to do with me Germaine Sparrow? Klein retrieved his thoughts and memorized Leonard Mitchell s current residence:

　　7 Pinkster Street, Birkeland North.

　　He was going to ask Emlyn “Moon” White to visit Leonard Mitchell tomorrow or the day after tomorrow to buy magical items with the badges of the Hermits of Fate.

　　Hopefully, Mr. Poet has a surplus on hand …… If not, it will surely command quite a premium …… Klein let out a “hmmm” and spoke to the radio receiver:

　　”Your turn to ask questions.”

　　Frankly, he was quite curious what questions Magic Mirror Arodes could ask this time.

　　Ta-da-da-da, the radio receiver spat out a new piece of illusory white paper with a question spelled out in Ruunese:

　　”Great Master, Leonard Mitchell is harboring a great secret, would you like to know?”

　　…… That’s a question? Amused and stunned, Klein lifted his head and glanced at the Crimson Moon that silently shone over the deep black sea.

　　Quickly, he answered honestly:

　　”Think.”