Chapter 213: Another Look

*So Ince Zangwill has gone to Backlund... I wonder how long he'll stay

there... Yes... I should confirm this every now and then...*

Klein leaned forward as he thought. He erased the contents on the

goatskin and wrote a new divination statement:

"Lanevus's current location."

From his point of view, the person that caused the Captain and him to

nearly die was undoubtedly Ince Zangwill, but the lunatic Lanevus was

definitely an accomplice who cannot shirk from the responsibility. He

had to pay the price in blood!

After reciting the statement seven times, Klein once again entered the

dream. But the scene that appeared after the foggy world shattered was

the same as the one he had seen before!

*A wide, slightly murky river, countless piers and buildings. The

buildings were primarily in the present Loen architectural style, some a

little more Gothic. There were crowded streets, flourishing sights,

chimneys that continually spewed smoke. There were opulent castles

standing tall with the trademark Gothic clock towers...*

Lanevus was also in the "Land of Hope," the "Capital of Capitals,"

Backlund!

Klein opened his eyes, a little confused. He had divined for Lanevus's

specific location, but the results were still a very general, vague

region.

*This tells me that Lanevus's Sequence must be much higher than I

imagined... No, it could also be that he's received a large benefit from

helping the son of the True Creator descend upon this world. For

example, a little godhood characteristics, or some object similar to the

placenta left behind by Megose's baby? Hmm... The latter would most

likely have been taken away by Ince Zangwill.* Thoughts ran

through Klein's mind as he muttered to himself whilst he made initial

assumptions.

After confirming the rough area where both his enemies were, he thought

about another problem. He still didn't have the ability to exact

revenge!

*Even if Lanevus is only a Sequence 7, or even 8, it wouldn't be easy to

deal with him if he did indeed receive a large benefit. Lanevus is also

obviously very crafty, he could outwit and defeat Beyonders more

powerful than himself... Ince Zangwill is even more terrifying. He's a

Sequence 4 Demigod, and he wields a powerful Grade 0 Sealed Artifact...

Although there were some secrets surrounding my transmigration, it's

clear that I can't convert those secrets into combat strength. It's

likely that it's not possible for a very long period of time... The only

means that I have are to continue raising my Sequence, or I could

collect even more powerful mystical items. I have to use both the

methods at the same time...*

In between his thoughts, Klein decided to add another divination.

He deliberated on the statement before writing solemnly, "My

opportunities of becoming powerful."

He gently placed the pen on the table and leaned back, then he closed

his eyes.

He recited the statement silently and fell into a deep sleep with the

help of Cogitation.

In the foggy world, he once again saw the scene that he had previously

seen. The river, piers, chimneys, crowds, castles, various machinery,

and Gothic clock towers. He had once again seen the capital of the Loen

Kingdom, Backlund!

Immediately following that, the scene changed. He saw a magnificent peak

piercing through the clouds, and, on it, he saw a majestic, ancient

palace. He saw the giant throne carved from stone, adorned with dull

gems and gold. He saw a strange vertical pupil formed from countless

mysterious symbols.

The scene shattered silently without warning. Klein slowly sat up and

tapped on the edge of the table with his fingers.

*Backlund contains the opportunities for me to become

powerful...*

*Does the second scene refer to the main peak of the Hornacis mountain

range, the treasures left behind by the Antigonus family? The strange

vertical pupil formed by countless mysterious symbols which the

Misfortune Cloth Puppet conveyed to me through the corruption from the

Antigonus family's notebook is the key to beginning all of

this...*

Many thoughts flashed through his mind. Klein decided that he was in no

rush to visit the Hornacis mountain range. Even a Sequence 4 Demigod

might not be able to deal with the dangers that resided there.

I guess I'll head to Backlund first... Klein sighed and made a

decision. He enveloped himself with spirituality and stimulated a

descent, exiting the mysterious space above the gray fog.

When he returned to the material world, he slowly walked out of his

hiding spot towards Dunn Smith's grave.

He stared deeply at the picture and epitaph. Klein slowly drew a crimson

moon on his chest and walked out of the cemetery.

As a former Nighthawk, a Nighthawk who had to regularly patrol Raphael

Cemetery, he was quite familiar with the routes of the guards, as well

its surroundings. He managed to leave the cemetery easily, without

causing any alarm. He followed the gravel road into Tingen, using the

shade of the trees as cover.

The night was peaceful and the moon was ever-so dreamy. Klein walked

alone, his thoughts running wild and unbridled. He sometimes considered

his plan for revenge, sometimes thinking back to the times he spent with

the Captain, sometimes recalling Old Neil's hidden grief beneath his

humorous facade...

Unknowingly, Klein had entered the nearest street like a wandering

ghost, making his way past turn after turn.

It was two hours later when he freed himself from that state and

regained complete control of his thoughts.

He realized that he was standing on Daffodil Street. Opposite him was

the house he shared with his brother and sister.

Instinctively, Klein had returned here.

He took a step forward with clear joy, but suddenly paused. He let out a

bitter smile and muttered with a self-deprecating tone, "If I went up

and knocked on the door, Melissa might faint from shock... Benson would

be so nervous his hair would start to drop. He would then try his best

to calmly convince me, in the name of a curly-haired baboon..."

Shaking his head, Klein stared at the familiar door for a while before

heading towards Iron Cross Street.

*This is fine too, this is fine too... The things that I do in the

future will not implicate them. The compensation given to them by the

Nighthawks team and the police department will be enough for them to

live a stable middle-class life, even if Melissa fails to find a job and

Benson loses his job...*

Klein walked silently for a moment before starting to feel fatigue. But,

as someone who was "dead," he didn't have any other belongings on him

except for the clothes he was wearing, his topaz pendulum, and Azik's

copper whistle. He didn't have pounds, nor soli, nor pennies.

*Should I give the whistle a blow to send a letter to Mr. Azik and get

him to help me? Klein laughed optimistically. Forget it, I

shouldn't contact him for the time being. Perhaps Ince Zangwill is still

keeping him under surveillance. I'll look for him when the time is

right... To an old monster who has lived countless lives for thousands

of year, he should be able to understand resurrection... At least it's

not too cold tonight. I'll make do by finding a place to sleep for the

time being and head to the Tingen branch of the Backlund Bank tomorrow

morning to retrieve the money in the anonymous account.*

As there had been too many things to do lately. Klein hadn't had the

time to start on the experiments involving the sacrificial ritual. He

hadn't touched the 300 pounds in the anonymous account either.

*That should be enough to support my expenses for quite a while. I'll

buy a newspaper tomorrow to confirm what day it is... Miss Justice and

the others didn't make any new prayers, which means that I didn't miss a

gathering...* Klein thought as he found a spot that had no wind.

He sat down and took off his jacket. He used it as a blanket and leaned

on the wall to sleep.

It wasn't long into his sleep when he was suddenly woken by someone. He

saw a policeman wielding a baton.

He only had a single chevron on his epaulet, the lowest-ranking police

constable... Klein glanced at him to ascertain his identity.

The policeman said fiercely, "You can't sleep here!

"The streets and parks aren't for you lazy, jobless vagrants to sleep

in!

"Those are the terms in the Poor Law!"

Is that so? Klein froze. Given his sensitive identity, he

didn't argue with the policeman.

He grabbed his jacket and continued walking until daybreak.

Soon after, he lowered his head and entered the Tingen branch of the

Backlund Bank. He took out 200 pounds with the password he had set,

leaving behind a third of the money as "savings," in case of any

emergencies.

Without a doubt, Klein heard "prayers" when he wrote the password in

ancient Hermes.

Klein then spent 38 pounds on two sets of formal wear, two shirts, two

trousers, two pairs of leather boots, two bow ties, four pairs of socks,

as well as two thick double-breasted jackets, two solid colored fur

coats, and two pairs of thick trousers in preparation for the winter. He

also bought a cane, a wallet, and a leather luggage bag.

After completing his purchase, Klein found a hotel to wash up and change

in. He rented a private carriage directly to the train station in Tingen

in order to avoid meeting anyone familiar. Along the way, he purchased a

newspaper and discovered that it was Sunday.

It took about four hours to get from Tingen to Backlund by train. A

luxurious first-class seat cost about three-quarters of a pound, or 15

soli. A second-class seat cost 10 soli, or half a pound.

The packed, poorly-maintained third-class seats were rather cheap at

only 5 soli.

Klein thought for a moment before buying a seat for the two o'clock

train, a second-class seat.

Klein found a random spot to sit in the waiting area with his ticket and

luggage in hand. It was only slightly after nine in the morning.

He was happy that the Loen Kingdom didn't have a strict census. He could

prove his identity just by using the water and gas bills, as well as his

rent for the past three months. Purchasing a train ticket was even

easier, as all he needed was money.

Klein suddenly had an empty feeling in his heart as he was sitting

there, thinking about how he was about to leave for Backlund from Tingen

in the afternoon.

He thought about his sister who always gave him a motherly vibe. He

thought about his brother who liked to crack cold jokes. He thought

about how they would fill their stomachs up so much that they wouldn't

feel like moving...

Recalling these scenes, Klein suddenly laughed. He laughed bitterly, for

he thought about the tortoise that Melissa called a "puppet," as well as

Benson's pitiful hairline.

He suddenly had a strong urge. He wanted to see his siblings again.

At this moment, Klein suddenly realized why he hadn't picked an earlier

train but instead bought a ticket for the two o'clock train.

He carried his luggage and left the waiting area quickly, taking a

rented carriage back to Daffodil Street.

He then hid in a shady area on the opposite side and looked at the door

to his house. There were many times when he felt like heading over, but

he couldn't bring himself to cross the wide street.

Klein looked across the road in a daze, suddenly having a feeling of

homelessness. He'd had a similar feeling when he had just transmigrated.

Suddenly, he saw the door to the house open as Melissa and Benson came

out.

Melissa was wearing a black dress and black veiled hat. Benson was in a

shirt, vest, trousers, coat, and hat, all in black. They both had numb,

sullen expressions.

Melissa has become skinnier... Why is Benson so haggard...

Klein's heart winced in pain. He opened his mouth but couldn't shout out

their names.

Without realizing it, he followed Benson and Melissa to the nearest

municipal square. He saw that tents had been erected there again. A new

circus troupe was in town for a performance.

Benson took out some money and purchased the entrance tickets and led

Melissa into the circus. He forced a smile.

"This circus troupe is very famous."

Melissa nodded without expression.

"Okay."

Suddenly, she slipped and almost fell.

Klein, who was also buying a ticket, opened his mouth. He wanted to help

his sister, but he could only retract the hand he had instinctively

extended and stood helplessly in the busy crowd.

Benson jumped in fright, but he was too late to help. However, Melissa

quickly steadied herself. She puckered her lips and said nothing.

At this moment, clowns swarmed forward, some performing balancing acts

on wheels or large rubber balls, others tossing countless tennis balls

into the air, then ridiculously catching every one of them.

Melissa seemed to disregard the clowns as she looked at the performance.

Benson tried to lift his sister's spirits by cheering, but he didn't

succeed. He slowly turned sullen too.

Klein puckered his lips tightly as he watched this scene from afar. He

wanted to approach them, but he didn't dare to.

Suddenly, he touched the wallet in his jacket and had an idea.

Benson and Melissa continued walking forward, silently watching the

various performances.

Some time later, they saw a clown running towards them. His face was

painted in colorful pastels. At first, he threw a tennis ball into the

air, and, while the attention of the surrounding people was drawn to the

air, he conjured a flower out of thin air. It was a Seville

Chrysanthemum.

The clown brought the flower before Melissa and Benson. The flower was

golden in color and symbolized happiness.

Melissa and Benson looked at the clown in a daze. All they saw was a

wide smile plastered over the pastel face. It was a happy smile, an

exaggerated smile, a ridiculous smile.

Author's Notes:

First of all, I would like to thank all of you for your appreciation and

subscription. I should have made a speech at the end of June, but I

think the first one will be finished soon. I can write it together and

wait until today.

This man, in his thirties, his energy, especially his mind, has really

dropped a lot. At the time of the Throne of Magical Arcana, I wrote five

chapters and 15,000 chapters a day, just like beating chicken blood.

However, since the latter part of my life, I have written three chapters

a day at most. Besides sleeping and eating, I was thinking about the

plot and writing stories. As a result, I had abnormal mental states such

as anxiety and depression. I was also able to adjust to it in time. At

that time, I had old physical problems and stayed in the hospital for

half a month.

Therefore, we can only compromise with our physical and mental

conditions, one chapter in the morning, one chapter in the afternoon,

rest in the evening, keep healthy, and then leave two copies to keep the

update on time, avoid anxiety, and consider writing three chapters only

when we are in good condition and have a clear mind.

In June, I can honestly say that my dog's life is for the manuscript...

For a whole month, I didn't write three chapters for more than four

days, and the rest depended on saving my manuscript. At last, the saved

manuscript fell to the bottom line of two.

Well, I can only reluctantly say that let's win by the quality...

With the update, it is the summary of the first book. Basically, what

should be expressed has been expressed. The title of "Clown" runs

through the whole situation. Hehe, you can look back at the testimony. I

said that the various structures of this book are the most comprehensive

I have considered, and they echo each other before and after. We will

wait and see. Well, I think they are qualified.

The first one I've never tried before is written as a short story and

medium story, with the overall consideration of embedding thread and

layout design. Of course, the foreshadowing of the full text will

certainly remain. In short, judging from the current results, the

attempt is still successful, which is gratifying.

On the character, haha, I will not say more, or you'll be sent a

blade...

Of course, there is some dissatisfaction. First, when the "party",

"event", "practice" and "daily" began to show a fixed cycle, my feeling

of writing decreased, and I believe the reading feeling was the same.

Therefore, I tried to jump off the timeline, and after jumping, the

initial cut was relatively crude, but gradually improved. Second, after

the death of Old Neil, the overall tone showed the original gray, and

then I cut into daily life, I feel a bit wrong, so I deleted some of the

scheduled plots and speeded up the progress.

Secretly I set around six to eight books. The volume name of each book

will be the name of the sequence, but it is not necessarily Klein's

"Seer" pathway. It mainly depends on the theme or metaphor of the book.

Finally, the first part is finished. According to the usual practice, we

need to take a leave of absence and rest, sort out the outline, find the

second entry point, and work out the general plot. Well, rest for a day

and a half, and resume the update at noon the day after tomorrow. Also,

I will update some data of "0-08" on the Weixin Gongzhong later. It is

not related to the work, but I afraid that the new readers will see it,

and the first part will lose half of the fun. I will build a Sealed

Artifacts form in the book review area. If you have any idea about the

Sealed Artifacts, you can use it there. Maybe they will adopt, well, try

not to copy the SCP foundation.

By the way, the second book is the "Faceless", please look forward to it

Also, after self-praise and self-criticism, shouldn't everyone encourage

with the monthly ticket?

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