3pm, East Balam Dockyard, Longshoremen's Association.

Klein wore a thick sweater, a brown jacket, and a simple soft hat, making his image more like a common investigative reporter, rather than the kind who often attends banquets and interviews people of status and position - this attire cost him an extra pound 10 soli.

At this time, he was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, his hair was neatly combed back, shining with the luster of ointment, his face was free of messy beard, only dark blue stubble around his lips, and his height was at least five centimeters taller than before, trying to be clearly different from the image of the worker last night so that people who were not particularly familiar with him would not be able to make any associations.

And in the pockets of his clothes and trousers, there was no "All-Black Eye", no various talismans and herbal essential oils, only a deck of tarot cards, a stack of notes, a fountain pen, a wallet, a handful of change, a bunch of keys, and a fake press card.

——He didn't know Lanevus' current condition, nor did he know where those powerful Beyonders surrounding him came from, so he was cautious and didn't bring anything that would arouse suspicion.

Looking at the two-story building in front of him, Klein crossed the street, pretending not to rely on the Joker's intuition and noticed that there were several eyes staring at him.

He pushed open the door and found that the layout of the dock workers' union was rather simple. There was no lady in charge of reception and no spacious lobby. The stairs leading to the second floor were located in the center, with corridors lined with offices on both sides. There were no wooden boards on the floor, let alone carpets. It was simply paved with cement.

Klein turned his head to glance at the man guarding the door, then moved closer and said:

"I'm a reporter from the Backlund Daily. I want to interview the staff of your association to understand your demands and desires."

The man was wearing a coat with many patches, some corners of which even showed dirty cotton wool, and he was only wearing a linen shirt underneath.

After hearing the word "reporter", he immediately became alert and answered in a repetitive voice:

"No! We haven't organized a strike recently, no!"

"I think you misunderstood. I am a person who sympathizes with you. I plan to do a special report describing what the union has done to help the workers and the practical difficulties it has encountered. Believe me." Klein used the extraordinary ability of the "Joker" to make his eyes look unusually sincere.

"Oh, I see...you go find Mr. Rand. He's our publicity committee member. Turn right and he's the second office on the right." The man said after a few seconds.

“Thank you.” Klein bowed with a fake look of relief, and felt the gaze that was staring at him in the dark corner disappear.

With a slight sweat on his back, he turned to the right and knocked on the door of the corresponding office.

The door creaked open, and a middle-aged man with sparse hair looked at him suspiciously and said:

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"Is this Mr. Rand? I'm Statham, a reporter from the Backlund Daily. This is my press card. I would like to do a report on the labor union to help you gain more attention." Klein almost believed that he was a reporter.

"I am Rand." The middle-aged man looked at the press card and hesitated, obviously unwillingly, and said, "I find it hard to believe that you reporters are here to help us."

"I was born in the East District. I know how miserable the lives of the workers are. If you don't believe my intentions, you can always follow me and monitor every question I ask." Klein suddenly smiled and added, "My reports based on actual interview materials are better than having nothing and writing news based entirely on imagination. At least you can express your views and guide things in a hopeful direction."

Rand touched his scalp and answered hesitantly:

"All right."

"I'll follow you throughout the journey."

"Thank you!" Klein almost couldn't control his emotions.

Afterwards, under Rand's guidance, he entered one office after another and interviewed the members of the workers' association according to the questions preset in advance.

The corridor on the right, nothing. The corridor on the left, nothing. Klein walked up the wooden stairs with a normal expression and reached the second floor.

This time, Rand took him into the office opposite the staircase and introduced the people inside:

"This is Mr. Statham, a reporter from the Backlund Daily."

"He wants to do some interviews with you, but I must warn you in advance that you have the right to refuse to answer some questions."

Klein smiled and took two steps forward, making a gesture to shake hands with each of the office staff.

Just at this moment, he saw a slightly familiar figure.

Although the other person's skin had turned bronze, his ordinary round face had become angular, and his glasses had changed from round frames to long gold-rimmed frames, Klein still discovered a sense of inexplicable familiarity through his spiritual intuition as a "fortune teller."

Then, his body trembled and the smile on his face almost got out of control.

"No, sorry, I suddenly have a stomachache. Excuse me, where is the bathroom?" Klein covered his abdomen with the hand that didn't hold the pen and notepad, and asked with an awkward smile.

Rand and the people in the office had no doubts and pointed outside the door and said:

"Go out, turn left, and walk to the end, where you'll see the sign."

Klein smiled apologetically and stepped back, walked out of the room, and headed quickly towards the bathroom.

After entering, he chose the toilet cubicle closest to the window, sat on the toilet, and locked the wooden door.

He bent his back, grinned, and laughed silently. He seemed unable to straighten his back while laughing so hard that a drop of crystal tears fell to the ground.

Klein has confirmed that it is Lanevus!

This was not based on that little sense of familiarity, but because he sensed another aura from the other person, an aura that left him with an extremely deep impression!

And this was also the main reason why he almost lost control on the spot just now.

The trembling of his body came from instinctive fear and terror!

His emotional breakdown came from the horror and sadness deep in his memory!

That is,

That is...

That is the breath of the "True Creator"!

…………

Klein washed his face and continued the interview as if nothing had happened. Even when facing Lanevus, who had changed so much for some unknown reason, he asked questions step by step and recorded the answers.

After doing all this, he said goodbye to the Dockworkers' Association and walked out of the house which was poorly lit and a little dim.

Outside, there were layers of dark clouds and a thin mist, as if evening had arrived early.

The aura of the True Creator can only come from Him, His offspring, and things that extend from this foundation, such as the items bestowed by Him, such as His divinity... This is consistent with what Lanevus said to Hood Eugen. Coupled with that inexplicable sense of familiarity, I can confirm that it is him without having to go above the gray fog to divine... If I hadn't dealt with the True Creator several times and had not been frequently exposed to his mental pollution, I would not have been able to recognize that the aura that did not contain power and personality belonged to Him... Klein was in a very solemn mood, but he looked very relaxed.

He stood on the street and deliberately sorted out his interview notes.

During this process, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure among the homeless people opposite him.

Ms. Xiu? Klein made a guess based on what happened.

Without stopping, he put away the note and walked towards the tram stop.

Just then, a carriage suddenly stopped in front of him.

"We meet again." Sitting in the carriage was a thin but elegant middle-aged gentleman with gray hair on his temples, who looked very elegant. He was none other than the great detective who could assist the police in their investigations, Isengard Stanton.

Klein's appearance at this moment was not much different from usual, except that he was a little taller and had changed his clothes.

"What a coincidence! I was just thinking about the last time I interviewed you." Klein answered deliberately.

Isengard understood immediately and changed the subject with a smile:

"I came here to investigate the case. Sibel's death case was excluded and I was mainly responsible for it. The place where she died was very close to the East Balam Dock."

"Is it really a copycat crime?" Klein pretended that he just knew.

After a few pleasantries, he boarded a public carriage and instead of going home directly, he transferred to the Cragg Club in Hillston.

In the club's lounge, he quickly went above the gray fog to confirm that no one was following him.

Only at this point did Klein completely relax and begin to feel a sense of fear.

The breath of the "True Creator" lingered in his mind like a nightmare, making the clothes on his back dry and wet, wet and dry.

To be on the safe side, Klein materialized a piece of yellow-brown parchment and a crimson round-bellied fountain pen in front of him, and then skillfully wrote down the divination statement he had already considered:

"The source of that inexplicable familiarity from before."

He put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and fell into a dream while muttering to himself.

In that gray and illusory world, he saw a figure.

The figure had ordinary features, wore round-framed glasses, and had a condescending and mocking smile on his face. It was none other than Lanevus!

I finally found you! Klein no longer used the Joker's ability to control his expression and muttered to himself through gritted teeth.

Immediately, he sat up straight, ready to answer Miss Justice's prayer.

Klein controlled his emotions and spoke in a low and indifferent voice:

“No confirmation required.”

"That's Lanevus."

“You can report this to the Church of the Evernight Goddess and tell them that Lanevus possesses the divinity of the Fallen Creator.”

…………

Audrey, who was watching her father training hounds with Susie, was stunned when she heard Mr. Fool's response.

"Fallen Creator"... Isn't this the "Real Creator"? That swindler actually has the divinity of the "Real Creator"? This, this, a simple task actually involves the divinity of the "Real Creator"! Sure enough, I said that Mr. "Fool" has a deeper purpose... He is targeting the "Real Creator"... He is worthy of being Mr. "Fool"! Audrey instantly had many thoughts.