Chapter 830: Infiltration

The mirror on Klein's pillow glowed with an aqueous luster as silver

points of light gathered to form Loenese words:

"Exalted Great Master, your loyal and humble servant, Arrodes, is

constantly at your service!"

Klein stood beside the bed and looked at the mirror before calmly

asking, "Where is the Antigonus family's notebook located behind Saint

Samuel Cathedral's Chanis Gate?"

He wanted to confirm the location so that he could directly head for his

target and complete his plan in the shortest time possible. Through

this, he could avoid all kinds of accidents.

Silver text distorted and changed on the mirror's surface, forming a new

line of text:

"It's a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact. It will be on the right in basement

two. I can't see anything more specific."

Klein tersely acknowledged as he said, "It's your turn to ask."

Arrodes immediately dispersed the silver words and presented a new

question:

"What other instructions do you have?"

If this were any other time, Klein definitely would've secretly tsked,

but his high-strung mind made him nod.

"Just watch over my illusion like before to deal with any accidents."

"Alright, Master!" Arrodes didn't hesitate to give an answer as it

hurriedly added, "I-I will hold back my instincts. I swear to you, the

great ruler above the spirit world!"

Klein nodded gently, took two steps forward, and made the mirror look

like Dwayne Dantès.

The image became clearer and bigger until it looked real.

After some slight adjustments, Klein made it lie in bed as though it was

already sleeping.

At this moment, he saw Dwayne Dantès turned his head over and smile at

him with a toady look. At the same time, he reached out his hands and

pulled the blanket towards his head.

"..."

Without a word, Klein transformed into the cold and crazy adventurer,

Gehrman Sparrow, as Creeping Hunger on his left hand turned transparent.

His body rapidly phased away as he Traveled to the other end of Phelps

Street where Saint Samuel Cathedral was. Following that, he walked to

the square filled with pigeons in the day, and he hid himself in a

corner under the guise of the shadows.

A short while later, a batch of believers who had attended Mass came out

of the cathedral. Before long, servants began leaving the cathedral with

all sorts of miscellaneous items, walking to the trash bins in an alley.

A number of people were dealing with the feces that was found at the

spot where the carriages parked at.

At this moment, a servant's body suddenly trembled before he bowed his

head. He seriously began cleaning the area, and he even proactively

walked towards the square as though he wanted to clean the trash there.

He slowly opened up a distance from the others until he came to a

shadowy area.

When the other servants stopped placing their attention on him, a hand

suddenly outlined itself and reached out of the void, grabbing him by

the shoulder and causing his body to phase away into nothingness.

Klein had directly Traveled to a cheap two-bedroom condominium in East

Borough. He had Teleported over a few days ago with another identity to

rent it.

*A Traveler's ability is really convenient. The only problem is that I

need to have a pirate sacrifice his life every time...* Klein

lampooned to relieve his anxiety as he made the servant lie in bed.

Then, he took out a long metal vial and threw it at him.

The servant caught it and pulled out the stopper before gulping down the

soporific medicine in it. In a few seconds, he fell into a deep slumber

as Senor surfaced to the side.

Klein observed the servant on the bed as his body suddenly softened like

he had transformed into a slime monster.

However, he didn't collapse into a pool. After some swaying, he

instantly shortened his height by fifteen centimeters as his skin

darkened in color. His facial features moved, and soon, he had

transformed into the servant.

And at this moment, Senor had already taken off the servant's clothes.

Without wasting any time, Klein quickly changed into those clothes and

moved the items from the iron cigar case over.

Picking up the broom and surveying the area before confirming that there

weren't any problems, he made Senor return to the gold coin before Klein

lowered his left arm and spread his fingers. He watched as Creeping

Hunger produced an indescribable transparency effect.

After teleporting back to the shadowy corner, Klein bent his back and

began cleaning the area seriously. Step by step, he approached the busy

servants but maintained a distance from them to prevent anyone from

chatting with him which would increase his chances of being exposed.

After about thirty minutes, the servants gathered together and entered

Saint Samuel Cathedral and turned into a side door.

At a distance away from the priests, a servant stretched his arms and

said, "How tiring."

Klein pretended to look uninterested in the conversation due to his

fatigue as he tersely nodded without participating in the conversation.

Soon, they returned to the servants' quarters. It comprised of two

rather big rooms, with many bunk beds inside. Beside each bed was a

wardrobe and chest.

Klein was immediately at a loss. He didn't know whether to head left or

right.

Thankfully, he was a Seer. He could solely rely on his spiritual

intuition on matters that didn't involve Beyonders or mysterious

domains. Furthermore, he was still holding onto a broom. Hence, he

pretended to have his hand slip and secretly did a Dowsing Rod Seeking.

He received a revelation that he should head right.

When he entered the room on the right, Klein deliberately slowed down a

little, observing the actions of the other servants. Then, he mimicked

them by placing the broom in the region behind the door. Then, he went

outside to the common bathroom to wash his face, rinse his mouth, and

wash his feet.

After he completed all of this in a slow manner, the bed that belonged

to him revealed itself---the bed that wasn't occupied.

Lying in bed, Klein finally felt relieved as he secretly sighed in

relief.

The servants were all exhausted and before long, they fell asleep,

producing a symphony of snores.

Klein maintained his consciousness and very slowly removed Creeping

Hunger. Folding it up into a tiny shape, he stuffed it inside the iron

cigar case, putting it together with Azik's copper whistle and Senor's

gold coin.

Seconds turned to minutes as he found it impossible to sleep due to

anxiety. All he could do was rely on Cogitation to force himself to

sleep for a few hours.

He woke up at a specific time and released Senor.

This marionette's cold aura rapidly melded with the surroundings as the

Spirit Body Threads collapsed inwardly, gradually turning black without

any origins.

It can still be controlled... Klein nodded indiscernibly and

made the Wraith use the stained glass windows high above and the bright

stone floor tiles to arrive at the staircase that led to the Keepers

above.

He believed that if Senor hadn't been contaminated ahead of time, making

Chanis Gate's core seal think of it as one of its own, it definitely

would've reacted and cleansed it.

How could a Wraith have the ability to move freely in an orthodox

Church's cathedral!

And due to the "tacit approval" from the core seal and the disruption

from the Paper Angel, the demigod-level archbishop that lived somewhere

in the cathedral wasn't alerted!

Under Klein's control, and using the sensations from the contamination,

the invisible Senor slowly walked to the second floor before turning

left and finding the residence of the Keepers.

*It's Monday tomorrow... This week's Monday shift is likely done by the

Keeper I met first...* Klein had long figured out the roster, so

he made the dark-red coated Wraith stealthily pass through the wooden

door and float into different rooms to identify the target.

As there were only a few people inside, he quickly found the pale elder

with loose facial skin, sparse hair, and a big nose

Senor immediately took out a sedative vial and placed it to the side.

Then, before the Keeper sensed anything, it possessed him!

The Keeper, who was in deep sleep, lost control over his body before he

could even wake up to resist. All he could do was open his grayish-blue

eyes and watch himself slowly pick up the vial and pull off the stopper.

Then, he downed the liquid inside.

His body convulsed abnormally as his organs seemed to be engaged in a

violent struggle. After a full minute, he slowly went limp and closed

his eyes again, entering a dreamless sleep.

After doing all of this, Senor left the body of the Keeper and used all

kinds of mirror surfaces to leap back to the servants' quarters before

entering Klein's body.

Klein immediately emitted a cold, dead, and distant aura. Even showing

an expression appeared to be difficult.

He slowly got out of bed and silently left the servants' quarters. In

the shadows and murals that weren't illuminated by the moonlight, he

walked to the second floor and entered the target's room.

Standing by the bedside, Klein, whilst in the appearance of a servant,

slowly grew taller as his hair turned gray and sparse while his nose

enlarged significantly.

In just a few seconds, he looked identical to the Keeper who just drank

the sedative. Even his aura was identical.

Changing into the black clergyman's coat that was placed to the side,

Klein moved the Keeper's and servant's clothes underneath the bed and

laid down as he kept note of the time.

At half-past five, he woke up ahead of time, finishing the white bread

he had prepared the night before and drank a cup of water. He then

looked quietly out the window.

Just as day broke, Klein maintained his deadpan state and walked out the

door. He went to the first floor, and following the path he had

previously verified, he took a left turn.

After walking for a moment, he wasn't surprised to see a priest.

This was his experience as a former Nighthawk; therefore, Klein wasn't

too worried that he couldn't find the path.

The priest stood outside a secret door that led underground. As he

raised his right hand, he tapped four times clockwise on his chest and

said, "May the Goddess bless you."

"Praise the Lady," Klein replied hoarsely and similarly drew a crimson

moon.

He didn't stay any longer and walked past the priest. Under the lamps

that lined the walls, he walked down the staircase and arrived at the

crossroads.

Based on his understanding of his environment, Klein believed that

turning right would leave the cathedral, and it would likely lead to the

disguised security company or other organization belonging to the

Nighthawks. Therefore, he didn't hesitate to turn left.

At that moment, he saw a man wearing a Red Glove walk over.

The casually dressed man had black hair and green eyes with handsome

looks. He was none other than Leonard Mitchell.