Chapter 861: Fors's Dream

Upon hearing the middle-aged man's shout and seeing his warped

expression, Hazel's eyes which were filled with rage and hatred

gradually froze before melting into a confused and lost look.

It wasn't only her. Macht and Riana, as well as Dwayne Dantès, fell

silent. No one spoke for a moment. Even Fors, who had concealed herself,

also lost the sense of excitement she originally had, no longer having

that strong sense of justice.

After more than ten seconds, Macht stopped looking at his assailant and

turned his head to say to his bodyguards, "One of you stay here. Watch

the scene and the suspect. Wait for the police."

Having said that, he paused and said to his valet, "Get a few reporters

to cover this matter."

After preliminarily dealing with the matter, this House of Commons

Member of Parliament surveyed the area and discovered that several

passersby were attempting to gather over to check on what was happening.

He then looked at Dwayne Dantès and apologized with a smile, "My

apologies for putting you in such danger. I never expected the matter to

develop this way. We did consider the actual situation of similar

factory owners and coal suppliers, and we had provided them some

assistance and interim measures. Who knew..."

*Coming up with a bill is something, but the actual implementation is an

entirely different matter. When atmospheric pollution becomes abnormally

pressing and the various parties exert immense stress, it's no surprise

that a cookie-cutter solution is employed...* Klein sighed and

said with a self-deprecating laugh, "There's no need to keep my feelings

into consideration. I've been in even more dangerous situations in the

past."

On the surface, it appeared as though he was referring to his encounters

when doing business in the Southern Continent's West Balam. In fact, he

had recalled Megose who was pregnant with an evil god's spawn, the

terrifying meteor that had crashed down from the sky, Cynthia who wanted

to bear a child for Admiral Amyrius, and the Rose School of Thought

angel and Numinous Episcopate monster who had collapsed the mountain

outside Bayam.

Compared to these, what had happened here was like a drizzle. He didn't

even need to consider his own safety since there was Xio, Miss Magician,

and Hazel. He didn't even take action besides dodging normally like any

experienced adventurer would do.

His focus was on whether this would result in a storm.

Macht sighed and nodded.

"I can tell that you're very calm.

"I once doubted your experiences, but now I'm convinced.

"Alright, Dwayne. Let's return home separately. Leave the rest to the

police. If there's a need to take a statement, they will do it at your

residence."

Klein nodded and said to Macht and family, "Be safe."

Macht nodded seriously and sighed once again.

"Backlund's social season has just begun, and this happened... Cherish

the peace we have now."

*Backlund's social season is marked by the return of the House of Lords

Members of Parliament. It seems to have begun since last weekend... And

this week, two cases have happened consecutively. The harm dealt to

Baron Syndras, and the assault on Member of Parliament Macht...*

As he thought, Klein didn't stay put. He brought Richardson, who clearly

looked a little shaken, and walked towards his carriage.

When he got into it, he watched the scenery fly backward as he sighed

and half-closed his eyes.

He was presently unable to determine if the assault hadn't involved

Beyonder powers, as everything that had happened could be done by

ordinary people. As for the middle-aged man, he had sufficient reason to

do so. This didn't need deliberate fabricating, as Klein believed that

in Backlund, at present, there were more than one former factory owner

or employer that had lost their livelihood because of similar

developments.

The only thing that felt questionable was that Macht was the target.

Although the House of Commons were the supporters, advocates of the

environmental measures, often making relevant speeches and are

interviewed by the papers, he wasn't the most obvious target during the

passing of the bill. In comparison, there was a higher chance that

members of the National Atmospheric Pollution Council were picked as

targets for revenge.

Klein leaned on the carriage wall as he slowly opened his eyes. Seeing

that it was already dark and cloudy with rain already pattering down.

Once again, he realized how the maelstrom hidden beneath the

seemingly-calm Backlund surface was intensifying.

Reining in his thoughts, Klein raised his left palm and tapped his

pocket.

In it was what he believed to be Frank Lee's reply and some unknown

mushrooms.

Klein really yearned to return home to head above the gray fog and use

the newly received mushrooms to communicate with Creeping Hunger, doing

so to regain the use of the Sealed Artifact. With the storm already

brewing, he believed that there was a need for him to quickly be

returned back to his optimal combat strength. And in this aspect,

Creeping Hunger was essential.

Unfortunately, he had two Beyonder bodyguards following him, so it was

best if he didn't head above the gray fog for the time being.

*I clearly don't need any protection, but I spent a few hundred pounds

to hire two people to restrict my actions. How helpless I am as a

tycoon...* Klein finally sighed inwardly as he raised the cup of

black tea that had just been prepared by Richardson.

He took a sip as his facial muscles tensed up before relaxing.

Klein looked down and discovered that there had been twice the number of

lemon slices in his black tea than usual.

He glanced at Richardson in an unnoticeable manner, and he saw that his

valet was in a daze, as though he was still lost in the horror of the

assault.

As cowardly as usual... Klein commented inwardly as he placed

the porcelain cup on the table.

Late at night. 39 Böklund Street, Member of Parliament Macht's house.

Hazel sat before her dressing table, looking at the gray rat sitting on

a powder box. After a long silence, she said, "Was my father wrong? The

matter he pushed for is clearly a good thing..."

"There is nothing that is beneficial to everyone. There will always be

those who benefit and those who suffer from it. At such times, a

relevant bill or plan requires thought, compensation, and aid. If your

father had done them, the problem isn't his. Conversely, it also means

he's cold and ruthless," the rat said perfunctorily.

Hazel recalled for a few seconds and relaxed her expression.

"During dinner, I sensed that there was something very valuable hidden

inside the cupboard in the pantry, but when I later got an opportunity

to open it, there was nothing."

The rat was taken aback as it said in thought, "Perhaps that was Dwayne

Dantès's bodyguard.

"He was recently embroiled in a suicide case, and it's said that it

involves Baron Syndras. Hiring a bodyguard to protect him in secret is

normal.

"Hmm... The bodyguard inside the cupboard might also possess

supernatural powers, carrying mystical items with them. That's why you

were able to sense it."

Hazel nodded gently and accepted the explanation before subconsciously

muttering to herself, "I wonder what kinds of supernatural powers those

bodyguards have..."

After saying that, she swept the gray rat with a puzzled look.

"How do you know Dwayne Dantès was embroiled in a troublesome case?"

The rat squeaked.

"My present state is very suitable for me to eavesdrop into the

conversations of others."

As it spoke, it looked in the direction of 160 Böklund Street, the glint

in its eyes shimmering.

Based on the sleeping rotation, Fors was asleep as she felt herself

float to an ancient and majestic castle. In it were all kinds of

Beyonder ingredients and mystical items. There were even two blurry

tarot cards.

However, she didn't take any of them away, as they were sealed by an

invisible forcefield.

Fors looked around in an attempt to find the means to remove the seal.

Finally, she saw a complicated symbol drawn at the top of the dome.

It was a symbol formed from "fate" and "concealment"!

*If I find an item engraved with this symbol, I'll be able to unseal

some treasure...* Fors immediately came to a realization when

she snapped awake. She discovered that she had curled into a ball on the

carpet in the room. She had a thin silk blanket covering her. She and

Xio didn't dare sleep in the reclining chair, afraid that Dwayne Dantès,

who often sat in it, would notice something different.

Rubbing the edges of her brows, Fors sat up and saw Xio having her back

to the wall of the master bedroom. She was seriously listening for any

stirrings.

As Fors walked to Xio, she said with a frown, "I feel that there is some

secret hidden here. I had a strange dream, dreaming of an exaggerated

treasure trove and a complicated symbol."

As an Astrologer, she instinctively believed that there was a problem

with her dream!

Noticing the serious look on Fors's face, Xio suppressed her words of

doubt and said after some thought, "Perhaps there really is some sort of

secret. I once heard a proverb regarding the mysterious world. It goes:

'When a Beyonder element is discovered somewhere, there must be a second

one.'"

"Ignoring the butler who we can't tell if he possesses Beyonder powers

or not, that Miss Hazel is someone with a Beyonder element. Around her,

or should I say, that this street, likely has a second one." Fors nodded

gently before laughing. "However, it has nothing to do with us. We will

receive our remuneration tomorrow evening and terminate this bodyguard

mission. We will leave this place. The most pitiful of all is Dwayne

Dantès. He's innocent and ordinary, but he ends up involved with

troublesome matters and Beyonder elements."

Having said that, Fors looked and Xio and joked, "Quick, quickly wish

him that the Goddess would watch over him.

"I'm a believer of the God of Steam and Machinery. I won't be able to do

so."

Xio seriously considered for two seconds before drawing a crimson moon

on her chest, piously muttering, "May the Goddess bless Mr. Dwayne

Dantès."

Fors was snapped out of her reverie as she covered her mouth and yawned.

"I'll head out to patrol the building. It's your turn to sleep after

another fifteen minutes."

"Alright." Xio was clearly more awake than Fors.

Fors immediately headed for the door and pressed on the wall with her

outstretched hand, arriving at the corridor.

She was just about to walk to the staircase when she sensed that there

was a slight stir coming from the room of Dwayne Dantès's valet.

Fors's eyes darted slightly as she cautiously headed over. She opened a

"tiny door" in the wall and peeped in.

She then saw Richardson jumping a crazy dance that had a tinge of

mystery.

*A spirit dance? Doesn't this valet believe in the Evernight Goddess?

He's secretly worshiping Death?* Fors frowned as she watched

Richardson finish his spirit dance, softly praying for Death's

protection to help him avoid all kinds of danger.

After everything came to an end, Fors tsked and shook her head. She

silently said to herself, What a pitiful man, Mr. Dantès.