Chapter 254 Cooperation

N27 section, inside the billiards club.

As for Kleeman's appearance, Carlos and Melink stopped dwelling on it. To be honest, they were quite bewildered when they heard this explanation. On one hand, they were amazed that the other's characteristics could be applied in this way, and on the other hand, they secretly sighed that Pandora had deliberately concealed this information, making them look like ridiculous idiots.

"Dude, I'm so embarrassed. Seriously, can your silent poetry really go this far?" Carlos asked Merlink in a low voice.

The latter squinted and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "My main focus is on large-scale art. You might as well ask He Yu about this ability to forcibly modify the physical body and replace the soul."

"Alright, alright... you two, stop pretending to be careless. I mean you no harm, and I know that both sides came to this meeting with great sincerity."

Kleeman naturally understood the ins and outs and responded in a very friendly manner.

As he said this, he gestured for them to enter, then took two bottles of champagne and some glasses, moved to the reception table that had been cleared out next to the living room, and calmly took his seat.

The man who had opened the door and led the way came to Kleeman's side, looking like he was just waiting for them to follow.

"Speaking of which, what we're going to talk about next is, can he hear us too?" Carlos walked over first and asked casually.

“Of course.” Kleeman set out the glasses and then gestured to the guard to refill the champagne—he didn’t pour one for himself, otherwise the scene would have looked too incongruous.

“Mr. Katz was the first creation I made in the Gospel of Heaven, and he can be considered the most trustworthy kind of partner.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it, but he seems a bit weak.” Merlink then continued, “Leaving aside how Mr. Katz got all these injuries… after all, he’s one of your people, and we’ve never seen him in the operative database, so I can’t help but wonder if you have some ulterior motive, or if there’s a difference in our understanding of cooperation?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the man named Katz put down his glass and walked towards the two of them. His manner was quite ordinary, but strangely, this perfectly normal action gave people the feeling that they might die at any moment.

But then Kleeman raised his hand and immediately stopped him—Katz obediently stopped and didn't go any further.

"The two of you do have some misunderstandings about me, and I feel... helpless."

"After all, this requires a lot of complicated and tedious explanations about my characteristics."

"It's perfectly normal for you to have doubts. At least no one would specifically choose a teammate who is covered in injuries and has not a single good spot on their body as someone they can entrust with their safety—unless they have something wrong with their head or are a so-called performance artist. Of course, I certainly don't belong to either of those categories."

“I’ve already said, I’m just a painter, and Mr. Katz is one of the works I created here.”

At this point, Kleeman chuckled softly, took a sip of orange juice, and continued, "I can not only grant life to inanimate objects, but also transfer all the effects manifested in them to other people."

"Take you, Mr. Carlos, for example."

"Your past is truly remarkable, whether it was those years as a mercenary in Moscow or the brief time you spent participating in the Holocaust. Even I am amazed by what you have lost... So you always put on a very cheap, outspoken, incompetent, and frivolous persona to deceive others and to fool yourself."

"All you did was kill a few trusted partners. You are a sentimental person, no wonder the forbidden object of the tampering notebook chose you as its host."

“Open your eyes and look, Mr. Carlos.”

"Aren't the wounds on Katz's body similar to those of your deceased relatives and friends? Don't you find them familiar?"

Kleeman casually recounted the past he was reluctant to discuss.

After saying that, he paused for half a second, then added to Carlos, "Well, you seem to be in a bad mood right now, so please accept my apology."

“I don’t mean any offense, but I think you can see that from the moment you two stood in front of me, you had no secrets from each other.”

"To put it bluntly—you are the painting, and I am the painter who can add color to your life's journey."

Having said all that, Carlos had no intention of trash-talking. He simply turned to Merlink with an expression that said, "He's got me figured out, and I'm really upset."

Merlink looked at him with a hint of helplessness and said coldly, "You're a social expert, and even you can't do anything about it, so what can I say?"

Since the other party has already stated their position, they naturally need to respond as well.

"Since you can see through our schemes instantly, and you still maintain the willingness to communicate even knowing our background... then let's speak frankly."

"As you can see, the power structure within the Mirror of Eternal Dreams is now very fragmented, which is also caused by our comrades on the wanted list."

"Too many people are trapped in this absurd dream. Eoubs sent out so many operatives to end it all."

"But the power the board has accumulated is too great. They have already integrated the characteristics of the three forbidden substances into one, and they are still growing. If this continues, it will eventually evolve into a situation where they wage war against the entire Eoubs. Therefore... we really hope that an expert like you can help us."

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