Chapter 887: Familiar Figure

Upon hearing Klein's question, the infant wrapped in silver silk raised

his fleshy arms and threw them up.

"I can't do anything about it either. I'm still in my mother's womb!

"Although you can no longer write on that paper crane, it can still help

me locate you. If there's anything, I will inform you!"

Klein had already expected such an answer from Will Auceptin. He

maintained his smile and explained, "That paper crane is already

damaged. I think it will have problems locating my position."

Following that, he gave his suggestion:

"Perhaps we can do this, you can summon my messenger when you're born to

write to me."

He wasn't too worried that Will Auceptin's birth would result in

anything abnormal, causing the Snake of Fate to have to change locations

while in a baby's body. That would prevent him from contacting him

again.

Inside the black pram, Will Auceptin gaped his mouth before closing it

again, momentarily not giving an answer.

After a few seconds, the infant's mouth curled and said, "Do you think

that's realistic?

"Not only are you getting a newborn to write a letter to you, he still

needs to hold a ritual and summon a messenger?"

Klein chuckled and said, "But you're a Snake of Fate."

"The laws of nature still need to be respected!" Will Auceptin threw

down "His" arms and smacked the cushion beside him.

This infant thought for a moment and said, "Let's do this. Get someone

to watch this area. Once they realize an infant is born, they can

immediately inform you."

Klein's eyes darted about for a while before saying, "That works."

On this matter, he had many people he could get help from. He could hire

a gangster through Sharron and inform him via his messenger, or he could

get the usually free Emlyn White to do it. He could also hire bounty

hunter, Miss Xio, letting Miss Magician be responsible for informing The

World Gehrman Sparrow of the developments. He could also get Arrodes to

take note of the surroundings and report to him through a one-way

communication method.

*However, that fellow, Emlyn's nose is very sharp. I wonder if he will

smell the placenta blood and be able to identify what it truly is... If

that's the case, it might result in him suffering the impact of seeing a

Mythical Creature. His intelligence will drop and he will turn mentally

unsound to the point of his body mutating...* Klein hurriedly

asked before Will Auceptin's pram retreated into the shadows, "I have a,

hmm---teacher who I haven't been in contact for a while. Can you help me

read his current fate?

"His name is Azik Eggers."

As Mr. Azik hadn't replied yet, Klein couldn't help but feel worried.

Back when he used the copper whistle to do a divination above the gray

fog, all he saw was a silent and deep darkness. He heard a dragged out

and distant breathing, making it impossible for him to interpret what

the dream meant.

Will Auceptin sucked at his thumb and said, "He's in a state of

metamorphosis. It might be good, but it might also be bad. That's all

that can be seen because that teacher of yours has something special on

him."

*Something special? Something directly derived from Death's godhood?

Metamorphosis? This is referring to Mr. Azik's recovery of more

memories, so he's in a slumber to recover his corresponding

strength?* Klein thought as he bowed.

"Thank you for your answer."

Will Auceptin turned his head and looked to the side.

Klein thought and gave a warning.

"Based on what I know, Blasphemer Amon is here in Backlund. Of course,

it's most likely an avatar."

Will Auceptin was taken aback for a moment before chuckling.

"It's a bane for you, but a boon for me. Amon and Ouroboros are absolute

enemies---No, a more accurate description is that 'He' hates the True

Creator. Amon is often thinking of means to pull 'Him' down from 'His'

throne as a god, while Ouroboros is loyal to that evil god."

After saying that, the black pram retreated into the shadows as

everything was restored to normal.

*Amon hates the True Creator? I'm increasingly convinced that the True

Creator was one of the participants in the sharing of the ancient sun

god. 'He' is the black infant in the middle of the Storm Angel, White

Angel, and Wisdom Angel...* Klein breathed a sigh of relief. He

took two steps forward, turned on the tap, and washed his hands.

In the evening at the East Balam Military Veterans Mess.

Klein didn't immediately meet the long-faced Colonel Calvin. After he

placed the briefcase with ten thousand pounds into a heavy safe-deposit

box, he followed Macht to have a buffet meal at this high-end club.

The dishes here mainly served Southern Continent cuisine. There was

cream bread made from tapioca flour; ice-cream dripped in the berry

juice of a lilac tree; assorted seafood broth with coconut milk and palm

butter; cow innards that was cooked with pepper, tomatoes, and onions;

Haagenti seared roasted meat; broth made from Paz Valley's delights; as

well as steak and roasted squid.

Compared to other places, the ingredients used here were rather

high-end. The flavors were also in authentic Southern Continent styles,

leaving Klein rather satisfied. If not for his need to maintain his

image, he felt that eating a mouthful of seared roasted meat and having

a mouthful of ice-cream would be an excellent feeling.

*Indeed, I prefer food that has stronger flavors... The thing that

satisfied me the most today was that aperitif. If Member of Parliament

Macht hadn't mentioned it in passing, I would've thought that it was a

lightly-flavored fruit juice... The pale gold liquid with two lemons

soaked in it and a few pieces of ice makes it sweet but a little sour.

There's no alcoholic taste to it, and it's refreshing. It instantly just

draws away the heat from the body...* Klein placed his napkin on

the plate as he recounted the feelings he just had.

At this moment, Macht returned from the washroom. He smiled as he bent

down and whispered into Dwayne Dantès's ear, "Same room as before."

"Alright." Klein got up, went to the room with the safe-deposit box, and

took out the small leather briefcase with 10,000 pounds before heading

over to the activity room where he had previously met Colonel Calvin

twice.

Calvin, with his long face, was already waiting inside. When he caught

sight of the briefcase in Dwayne Dantès's hand, he got up with a smile.

"You really are a gentleman of action.

"I like such attitudes when handling matters."

As he spoke, he extended his right hand and shook Dwayne Dantès's hand.

Klein then handed the briefcase to him and said with a humble smile, "As

a merchant, if one isn't decisive and fast when facing an opportunity to

make money, that means that they aren't suitable for this occupation."

Calvin sat back down and opened the briefcase in front of Dwayne Dantès

and Macht. He roughly counted the neat stacks of cash.

He quickly completed the confirmation check, closed the briefcase, and

looked up at Dwayne Dantès.

"What other thoughts do you have towards the exact details of the

transaction?"

Klein deliberately wore a look as though he was organizing his words.

After a few seconds, he said, "I'm planning on heading to the Southern

Continent soon, to West Balam."

Seeing Calvin and Macht show signs of surprise, he added, "I have some

matters that aren't convenient to do while bringing plenty of firearms.

And to make the transaction go smoothly, some advanced preparations are

required.

"Heh heh, I have to put enough importance on this matter. It's a

business worth tens of thousands of pounds.

"I'm thinking of first heading to West Balam to contact clients who have

such needs, and to clear out any obvious obstacles. At an agreed-upon

time, I'll contact you via telegraph and head to East Balam's border to

retrieve the goods."

Calvin pondered for a moment and said, "You can send me a telegram after

20th June. I'll give you the details later. In short, after I receive

the telegram, I'll inform the officer there and get them to pass the

countersign and password to the designated personnel for them to head to

the warehouse.

"Hmm... Will you need any auxiliary personnel for protection during this

time? When do you plan on leaving?"

*I only wish to find a place to hide in West Balam where there's no Rose

School of Thought. The rest can be left to Danitz... When do I leave? I

obviously wish to leave today and arrive there today, but that will

incur suspicion...* Klein considered for two seconds and said,

"There's no need for any security for the time being. In certain places

in the Southern Continent, having such auxiliary personnel is the main

cause for causing conflict. Don't worry, I have plenty of friends in

West Balam. Without bringing anything of value, my safety can be

guaranteed.

"As for when I'm leaving, my answer is as soon as possible."

Calvin thought for nearly a minute before slowly nodding.

"I'll send someone to receive you after dinner tomorrow. The military

will have an airship that needs to send goods and personnel to Desi bay.

And it's just a short distance to the Southern Continent via ship from

there. If everything goes smoothly, it will just take two to three days.

Even if there's a storm on the way, requiring a detour of the sea route,

it will still take a maximum of a week."

"Thank you." Klein sincerely stood up and bowed.

From his point of view, leaving Backlund with the military was safe

enough. He wouldn't be made a target of suspicion.

After discussing some details, Klein got up and bade farewell and

returned to the foyer in preparation to leave.

In the foyer, beside the dining table, there were nearly ten

military-clad or casually-dressed men holding a cup of wine gathered.

They were chatting and laughing about the recent rumors.

When Klein swept his gaze over, he suddenly found a figure somewhat

familiar.

The man was more than 1.85 meters tall but less than 1.9 meters. He had

rather long arms, and his feet were faced outwards to a certain degree.

His shoulders were abnormally broad, causing his black suit to appear

rather tight.

This... Klein's mind raced as his nerves tensed up. He had

already recalled the source of the familiarity.

It was the demigod that met Crazy Captain Connors that night!

He was the demigod suspected to be working for a particular faction of

the royal family, one who was supervising the human trafficking!

Although this High-Sequence Beyonder was previously wearing a black hood

that interfered with divination, preventing his appearance from being

exposed, Klein remembered the traits of his body.

That was what a Faceless was good at!