Part 5 The Red Priestess Chapter 95 The King’s Daughter

Sharon who doesn’t like nicknames? How did she know? She had interacted with Ms. Sharon? Hearing Renette Tinicol’s answer, Klein was first stunned, and then one doubt after another emerged.

　　In his opinion, under normal circumstances, there would be no communication between the messenger and the sender of the letter, and the entire process would be showing up, taking the letter, and leaving.

　　Besides, since when did this messenger lady need to ask permission to take a nickname? Had Frank Lee and Patrick Blaine ever expressed approval?

　　After a few seconds, Klein had an intuitive guess that there must be some connection between Miss Messenger and Miss Sharon, and that Renette Tignicole wasn’t trying to hide anything.

　　Collecting his thoughts, Klein opened the envelope, unfolded the letterhead, and quickly skimmed the contents:

　　”There is a matter that I would like to have your help with, for details come to the ‘Braveheart Bar’ for an interview ……”

　　Compared to before, Ms. Sharon’s wording wasn’t so stingy, it was slightly better, was this a change from being promoted to a demigod? Klein thought about it, walked to the desk, picked up a fountain pen and wrote on this letter paper:

　　”When do you wish to meet?”

　　Putting down the fountain pen and glancing at Renette Tynicol, who stood next to him and did not leave, as if she was waiting for her to write the letter, Klein’s heart became a little more certain.

　　He then folded the letter paper and handed it over, saying as if casually:

　　”To Ms. Sharon.”

　　One of the heads Renette Tignicole carried bit into the letter paper, and the remaining three said in turn:

　　”You ……” “This time ……” “Also ……”

　　”Didn’t ……” “pay ……” “postage ……”

　　…… Klein cleared his throat, pulled out a gold coin and handed it to the messenger lady.

　　Watching Renette Tinnicol disappear, he gave a slightly thoughtful look and walked over to the easy chair position and sat down, waiting patiently.

　　Less than a minute later, the messenger lady wearing a long, gloomy and complicated dress once again stepped out of the void, biting the same piece of letter paper from earlier in her mouth.

　　Without questioning, Klein took the reply, unfolded it and read it:

　　”If you have no questions, preferably tonight.”

　　Tonight …… Klein nodded thoughtfully and snapped his wrist, causing the letterhead to burst into crimson flames that flew and became charred.

　　The flames swelled with it, enveloping his body at once.

　　By the time the stream of flames subsided, Klein’s figure had disappeared from its place in the comfort chair, and a little bit of embers hovered in mid-air, falling into a trash can not far away on their own under the blowing of an invisible wind.

　　Beckland North District, Joe Wood District, Bridge area, a house that is not next to each other, the gas wall lamps light up a little one after another, and then return to normal one after another.

　　It didn’t take long for Klein to appear in a room he had privately rented on the edge of the East End, change his clothes, put on his gold-rimmed glasses, and go out in the image of Sherlock Moriarty, arriving at the Bravehearts Bar.

　　This time, instead of looking for Ian, who was in the boardroom playing board games with a bunch of people, he listened for a few seconds, reached out and pushed open the door to one of the pool rooms, and stepped inside.

　　He had just backhanded the door and locked it when he saw figures outlined on the left and right sides.

　　On the left side, sitting on a high stool, was Sharon, wearing a small fedora and court dress, with light blonde hair and azure eyes; she was no longer as pale as she had been in the past, but only had a slight sense of loss of blood, which made her deviate more and more from the image of a female ghost and closer to that of a mannequin.

　　To his right, standing by the table, was Maric, the young man who liked to play cards with the walkers growing paler and paler, the malice in his eyes that needed to be restrained becoming less obvious yet intuitively depressing.

　　”Good evening, both of you.” Klein smiled, removed his hat, and curtsied.

　　”Good evening, Mr. Detective.” Sharon, her body floating up slightly as if weightless by quite a bit, returned the salute earnestly, as did Maric.

　　It was a moment that had a distinctly haunted feel within this pool room.

　　Klein casually pulled a high stool and sat down, laughing:

　　”What is it this time?”

　　”I’m sorry to say that I may have to trouble you again.” Sharon again owed her head.

　　Maric followed closely:

　　”We have reached an agreement with the Blood Clan to cooperate against the important members of the Rose School in Bekrand.

　　”We’ll definitely be doing the specifics ourselves, including how to draw them out, how to ambush them, and how to do it, we just want you to be on the sidelines the whole time, and to lead us away in the event of a mishap.

　　”Anything you want, just ask, it’s all negotiable.”

　　That is to say, I am a backhanded …… defense against accidents What if that guy Emlyn also asked “the world” to secretly help? At that time, their program is to have two demigods as a reserve team …… Uh, it seems like it’s also possible for me to be Sherlock Moriarty myself, and let Chunas Korg be Germaine Sparrow …… Klein pondered for a few seconds, and didn’t positively respond to Mariqi’s words , turning to say:

　　”I’ll ask a few questions.”

　　Maric nodded slightly after glancing at Sharon:

　　”Good.”

　　Klein looked over at Sharon, who was sitting on a high stool like a mannequin:

　　”The Tutansis II mummy that you got earlier was prepared for your promotion to Sequence 4 ‘Puppet’, and you are sure that you have become a demigod?”

　　This was something he had known before from the conversation and the letter respectively, and at this point the main purpose was to make a confirmation and open up the later topic.

　　Sharon looked back at him quietly, her voice slightly ethereal, speaking with a touch of ethereality and inhumanity:

　　”Yes.”

　　Klein nodded gently and asked again, bluntly:

　　”What is your relationship with Renette Tynecol?”

　　Sharon’s azure eyes moved almost imperceptibly and said:

　　”k is my teacher.”

　　Teacher ……k…… Klein, although he had already guessed somewhat, still almost sucked in a breath of cold air, only to feel his teeth grow vaguely sour again.

　　In an instant, his seemingly unchanged expression, but his mind gurgled with uncountable thoughts:

　　…… Miss Messenger was originally an angel?

　　I actually used an angel as a messenger? Would this be too much of a stretch?

　　k is also Ms. Sharon’s teacher ……k originally applied for my messenger, I’m afraid it’s not that simple!

　　It seems that k is definitely against the Mother Tree of Desire, and he signed a contract with me before, is it because he sees that the Mother Tree of Desire covets me, no, he must be my enemy?

　　No wonder Ms. Sharon can easily obtain the “puppet” magic potion formula and the corresponding materials, the original is a teacher’s help……

　　In the midst of his thoughts, Klein decided to ask a question first, using the process of Miss Sharon or Maric’s answer to calm down.

　　With a little deliberation, he said:

　　”What exactly is the situation?”

　　This time it was still Sharon who answered, and she said calmly as if she were more of an inanimate object than Horamik’s cyborg:

　　”At the beginning of the Fifth Era, the God of Death fell, and a wave of revolt against the rule of the Byron Empire appeared in the southern continent’s Star Plateau, the Pas River Valley, and other places.

　　”During this process, the ‘Bound God’ appeared and the ‘Rose School’ was born, my teacher was originally the daughter of the ruler of the highlands at that time, and later became the ‘Bound God”s dependent. ”Favorite,” and assisted k’s father in establishing the Highland Kingdom.

　　”Then afterward, k became an angel of Sequence 2, one of the chiefs of the School of the Rose, who prized temperance and fought madness with a life of purity and low desire.

　　”By nine hundred and twenty-two years ago, the ‘Son of God’, S’eua, was born, and everything began to change, with indulgent desires and bloody sacrifices gradually taking over.

　　”Originally, the Teacher was barely able to maintain and keep the Temperance Faction unaffected, but as time went on, the influence of the ‘Mother Tree of Desire’ grew, and S’eua managed to ascend a few years ago, turning into a true ‘Sinner of the Gods.

　　”An internal war broke out, and Sensei sheltered us as we fled the highlands, river valleys, and grasslands while I watched k fall under siege from S’eua and other higher-ups.

　　”However, k didn’t die completely, k had a certain amount of preparation in advance, and was resurrected in the spirit world in some special state, thirsting for physical wholeness.”

　　That’s so …… That is to say, the messenger lady currently has an empty angelic essence without corresponding power and is in a weakened period, no wonder she couldn’t easily deal with the Rose School’s demigod Jax in the first place …… Wait, although there are many angels I’ve cooperated with, how come all of them are incomplete Or very weak, with the exception of Ms. Arianna, there is one other, all like this …… Mr. Aztec, Palles Zoroaster, Will Onsettin, Ms. Messenger …… Is my title of “Fool Is there something wrong with my title of “Fool”? Are they all waiting for me to give the “Ancient Scholar” counterpart? Kraven had a moment of clarity and a lot of emotions.

　　He didn’t bother to ask Renette Tignicole why she was still thirsty for money, and thought for a moment and said:

　　”Ms. Sharon, the Rose School will definitely not lack the ‘Puppet’ magic potion formula, after you obtained the Tutansis II mummy, they have most likely already regarded you as a demigod, in addition, Ms. Renette Tignicole once appeared in front of the Rose School demigods and fought with them, the In other words, the Rose School must have already known that K was still alive and wouldn’t be unaware of K. And your teacher-student relationship with K is no secret on their side.

　　”In such a situation, isn’t it too idealistic for you and Maric to use yourself as bait to try to fish out the Rose School’s key members in Berkland?

　　”Do you think they will send only one or two demigods against you? And what level of help can be provided from the Blood Clan’s side?

　　”Also, as I said before, based on a certain identity of mine, the ‘Mother Tree of Desire’ holds me in high regard, and has even had the ‘Divine Sinner’ S’u’ah take a direct hand in the matter, and they are equally well aware of the fact that your teacher has a collaboration with me.

　　”Combining all these, it’s not hard to guess what kind of blow you will receive if you appear.”

　　Speaking of this, Klein’s expression straightened and he opened his mouth to ask:

　　”Both of you, are you guys trying to trigger a divine descent in Bakerland?”

　　The entire pool room became unusually quiet at once, but Sharon’s expression did not change in any way.