Chapter 234: The Night of the Full Moon.

It was the same dream divination, but this time Klein saw more.

The first scene was still the small, dark, squalid room with Ian Wright

sleeping soundly on a bunk bed.

The second scene was the same sewer they had both gone to. Ian squatted

in front of Zreal's mutilated body, reached out with his hand to rub the

two rows of white teeth, and removed one of them.

The third scene was a busy and noisy street. The passersby were all

dressed in plain clothes, some of which that could be described as old

and tattered.

In the middle of the street, there were gardens and lawns, surrounded by

low chimneys that were puffing out smoke. Ian, in his old overcoat and

round hat, warily watched as he entered the telegraph office not far

from the center of the street. Diagonally across it was the mall

entrance to the steam metro.

The image quickly turned transparent. Klein opened his eyes, tapped his

index finger on the edge of the long bronze table and made a preliminary

judgment.

*From that tooth and the telegram, it seems that Zreal and Ian aren't

just a detective duo that found themselves involved in a dangerous

situation. They have an organization behind them!*

I should be able to determine where the third scene is...

Klein was in no hurry to deeply analyze it, as he didn't want to stay

too long above the fog.

Leaving the high back chair belonging to The Fool, he went to a corner,

rummaged through the paper bag that he had been placed there previously,

and found Meursault's Beyonder characteristic.

Holding the crimson, jelly-like object, Klein sat down again and wrote a

new divination statement: "The corresponding potion name."

As he silently recited the statement, he held onto the Beyonder

characteristic with one hand and the piece of paper with the divination

statement in the other. With the help of Cogitation, he fell into a deep

sleep.

In the gray, dreamy dream, the ambassador who was dressed to the nines,

appeared again before Klein with his thin, stubbly face.

Holding a bottle of crimson liquid, he said to Meursault, "Drink it,

drink this Hunter potion, and you'll rule the Zmanger gang. Of course,

money is also indispensable, as Emperor Roselle once said---a stick in

one hand and a carrot in the other."

"Hunter? Backlund is a huge metropolitan city..." Meursault frowned and

asked curiously.

To someone illiterate like him, hunters were associated with the

wilderness and animals.

The middle-aged ambassador chuckled and said, "The biggest city is the

largest dark forest.

"Here, everyone has two identities. One, the prey, and the other, the

hunter.

"Even the weakest hunter is a hunter. It's possible for them to harm

stronger prey.

"Go, join this magnificent hunt."

The scene shattered and turned into countless specks of light. Klein

looked down at the crimson Beyonder characteristic in his hand and said

to himself silently, *So it's the Hunter potion. It's no wonder

Meursault was so good at fighting. He even used a blowpipe to shoot

poison darts.*

It's no wonder how he was able to track me here...

*However, he doesn't seem to fully understand the essence of being a

Hunter. He didn't set any traps ahead of time or use any weapons. He

didn't put his advantages to use... This is partly because he didn't

know that I'm also a Beyonder, one that happens to be a Sequence 8. He

underestimated me. It's also evident that he only recently consumed the

potion...*

*The Hunter pathway is both wielded by the former Intis royal family,

the Sauron family, and the Feysac Empire's rulers, the Einhorn family,

as well as the secret organization, the Iron and Blood Cross Order,

which appeared in the past two to three centuries. Taking into account

his attire, that ambassador's identity can essentially be confirmed... a

high-ranking diplomat of the Intis Republic, an ambassador of the Loen

Kingdom...*

*I wonder what that important item he's trying to get his hands on

is...*

As his mind churned, Klein wrapped himself in his spirituality and began

the rapid descent.

As soon as he returned to his room, he immediately checked his

surroundings vigilantly, but he didn't notice any unusual changes.

Phew. Klein let out a silent breath. He felt a bit more

confident that he would be able to convene the members of the Tarot Club

on time tomorrow afternoon.

He rummaged through the map of Backlund that he had bought on the steam

locomotive, looking for a telegraph office that was along the subway

line, one that wasn't far from the middle of the street.

There were only a few subway lines in Backlund, so Klein quickly

identified three targets: one in West Borough, one in St. George

Borough, and one at the junction of East Borough and the Backlund

Bridge.

He recalled how most of the pedestrians in his dream were dressed to

determined their socioeconomic statuses and arrived at the final answer.

The third spot!

*The place where the East Borough intersected with the Backlund

Bridge!*

*Sometimes, interpreting a revelation requires a plethora of practical

knowledge and the ability to infer...* Klein mocked himself,

walked to the desk, and added another sentence after the previous

statement, adding more to the contents written on the piece of paper.

*I don't know where Ian is. I haven't seen him since we discovered

Zreal's corpse. However, I learned through my own channels that Ian

Wright had appeared at the telegraph office on Bacardi Street.*

After he finished writing, Klein didn't fold the piece of paper and put

it away. Nor did he burn it with his spirituality. Instead, he allowed

it to remain spread out on the desk, freely revealing its contents.

After giving it a deep look, Klein went back to the bed and took off his

clothes to sleep.

Outside the tightly closed curtains, the crimson moon peeked out from

the layers of clouds, shining brightly and perfectly.

In a house at Hillston Borough.

Fors, who didn't sleep with Xio, sat up suddenly and put her hands to

her head.

Her relatively pretty face was extremely twisted as if she was a devil.

Fors pressed against her ears and constantly tossed about in bed, as

though she was resisting the illusory muttering.

Sweat trickled down her forehead, and veins bulged on the back of her

hands.

Her body randomly tensed up or rolled. Her originally teasing and

languid pale blue eyes were filled with pain.

In the depths of those pupils, countless layers of light and shadows

seemed to appear.

"No!" Fors finally couldn't hold it in anymore as she let out a low

tragic cry.

Her hands stopped covering her ears and resorted to yanking at her hair,

as though she was going to fight pain with pain.

After a few minutes of writhing, she finally stopped.

She released her hands, looked at the handful of slightly curled brown

hair, and weakly laughed at herself.

"I lied to Xio, telling her that the murmurs every full moon don't have

much of a negative effect on me... At least losing hair is a serious

concern..."

With difficulty, Fors sat up and looked at the curtain that half covered

the window. Through it, she could see the dreamy crimson moon outside.

"It's getting worse each and every time. Will I lose control the next

time because of this..." Fors could no longer suppress the weakness that

she had buried deep in her heart.

She had attempted to separate herself from the bracelet that allowed

people to teleport through the spiritual world, but it no longer

resulted in the disappearance of the murmurs during a full moon.

She had tried to take sedatives, had tried chanting the name of the God

of Steam and Machinery, had tried some ritualistic magic, but it hadn't

changed the fact that she was gradually slipping into the abyss.

"If only I could understand what the murmurs are saying... I wish to die

in the know, and not be buried clueless... P-perhaps, I might be able to

hear it clearer after advancing to Sequence 8? But I've never

encountered anyone selling the Trickmaster potion formula." Fors looked

out the window in a daze as her eyes were dyed red by the moonlight.

On Monday morning, Klein woke up early from his restless sleep and got

out of bed.

He went to his desk and began to draw the curtains and open the window

to let the light and wind into the room.

At that moment, he caught sight of the paper on the desk at the corner

of his eye.

It was facing the window, maintaining its original spot.

However, Klein clearly remembered that before he slept, this piece of

paper was facing the chair and the bed!

It had flipped over and changed orientation after a night's sleep!

Klein's pupils constricted as he abruptly reached out and pulled the

curtains open. He saw that the oriel windows were still shut tight, not

letting even a waft of wind in!

Without any wind, the paper had rotated hundred and eighty degrees by

itself!

No, someone came in without me noticing! Klein felt a chill

run up his spine to his head.

He was shocked that he didn't realize it while sleeping!

This meant that he was almost at the mercy of others, and his life and

death depended solely on the other party's mood and thoughts!

*Was it a member of the military's special department, or was it a

powerful Beyonder sent by the ambassador? From the fact that the paper

wasn't returned to its original orientation, it's more likely to be the

latter, indicating a certain level of warning... To be able to sneak in

like that without a trace, how incredible... Should I thank him for his

kindness? No, there must be a reason why he didn't do something that

could've been so conveniently accomplished... They don't want to alarm

the members of the military's special department who are monitoring the

area?* Klein couldn't help but think of countless reasons.

The reason he wrote those words last night and spread the paper on the

desk, was to let others see it. He wanted to let the ambassador know

what he wanted to know and delay any possible acts of revenge until the

matter was over so that he himself could have more time to prepare.

However, Klein had expected that the other party would sneak into the

room while he was out, and when the surveillance of his house by the

special military department would be reduced. Who knew that the person

in question was able to bypass the Beyonders around him and quietly

enter the bedroom while he was still sleeping.

The feeling of having his fate controlled by someone else was extremely

uncomfortable!

*A Beyonder who's very powerful or with extremely odd

abilities...* Klein turned his back and faced away from the

oriel window and pulled out a copper penny.

"Someone sneaked into this room last night."

He silently chanted the statement, and with the help of his body's

concealment, he flicked the coin.

The coin tumbled in the air and fell without exceeding Klein's shoulder

height and landed in his open palm.

This time, the number faced up.

It was a negative result.

No one had sneaked into Klein's bedroom last night!

*The paper wouldn't have turned around for no reason... Could it be

sleepwalking? No, I can even stay awake after the Captain invaded my

dream...* Klein suddenly frowned and thought of two

possibilities.

*First, the divination was disrupted and resulted in misleading

results.*

Two, the one who sneaked in was not human!