Chapter 332 Lost and Found
"Huh?"
Klein had just applied the potion on the bathroom mirror, turning it pitch black, when he heard a clear cry from within the mirror.
Then he saw Angel's somewhat panicked expression and the basement that seemed to be on fire.
The voice just now didn't sound like hers. Could there be other women present?
He raised his eyebrows slightly, but the angle of the picture in the mirror was limited and he did not see the second person present.
"Just finished communicating with another friend."
Angel explained calmly, removing the human skin feature and revealing his true appearance in the mirror.
Friend...is that the female friend she mentioned who gave her the medicine?
Klein nodded in understanding.
After his doubts were cleared, he looked at Angel's true face in the mirror and suddenly felt a little guilty.
Yesterday in his guest room, he had finally broken his promise, using her fear of fire to deter her from her madness. This was indeed a bit of a play on words. After all, he had heard Angel calling his name through the door at Isengard's house... After he had already known her feelings, how could he face that situation...
His mind flashed back to his first encounter with the girl on Daffodil Street, the moments they spent together at the Night Watchers' compound, the struggles he felt over the conflict between his feelings and his identity, the uneasiness he felt when inviting her to a banquet, the gratitude he felt for the gentle touch of her hand when he was seriously injured, and the deep regret he felt at the grave, feeling powerless to help...
Fortunately, the two have met again, and Angel should also be aware of the "0-08" incident, so she acted distant and indifferent after waking up at her home at noon. Otherwise, with her personality, she would probably be hit by ruthless bullets as soon as she came out of the room.
After sorting out his somewhat confused thoughts, Klein didn't waste precious communication time and told the other party the results of his exploration of the Campbell Street sewers after nightfall.
"I used the Black Emperor's spirit to investigate. The section of the sewer where the Apostle of Desire died has been sealed off, but there are no official Beyonders guarding it. I did find the suitcase where you were unconscious. It was indeed taken away by your Mirror Double."
Seeing Angel's eyebrows raised, as if he was about to laugh, he added with a malicious smile:
"But unfortunately, the box has been shredded by an unknown attacker, and the same thing happened to the gold pounds inside. Almost every banknote has been cut into pieces of varying sizes, and they are soaked in sewage and are no longer usable."
"ah?"
Angel, who was on the other side of the mirror, shouted unconsciously, his eyes widened, and his purple eyes revealed undisguised disappointment.
But when she saw Klein's smiling face, she quickly reacted, restored her previous expression, and asked with pursed lips:
"Are the gold bars still in there?"
"Yes. Although the gold bars were also attacked by the seal, breaking them into pieces doesn't affect their value. Furthermore, most of the jewels and diamonds inside them also survived. After divination, I removed them from the sewers. A rough estimate puts their value at around 3,000 pounds, though it might be lower since I'll be selling them on the black market."
Seeing Angel's instantly blooming smile, Klein felt that the hardship of digging through the sewer for an hour was nothing.
Afterwards, the two talked again about the results of the psychic communication with the "Apostle of Desire".
"You said that the organization that provides rewards to the 'Apostle of Desire' cannot be mentioned, can't you also mention it here?"
Angel asked in a low voice.
"Same as that thing," Klein nodded, lowering his voice as well, even though he knew it wouldn't work. "Everything spoken must be known."
At this point, he recalled what he had seen in Russell's diary. This was an organization that the senior time traveler did not dare to mention by name in his diary written in Chinese: the "Twilight Hermit Society."
That ancient, secretive organization that secretly plots to influence world affairs.
After reading the diary, he once suspected that Russell didn't dare to mention the name of this organization in any way because he was afraid of the power of the Twilight Hermits. However, after a series of coincidences caused by the Sealed Artifact "0-08" that killed him in Tingen City, and knowing that this Sealed Artifact might have come from the audience, that is, the Dragon Path, he connected all the possibilities and understood the terrifying ability of "whatever is said must be known."
Fortunately, Klein's guess was correct. Angel was also aware of "0-08's" abilities. He immediately understood what Klein was suggesting and stopped talking about it.
"So, how's your digestion progressing, er, I mean, the 'magician' potion?"
As if searching for another topic, Angel suddenly asked, leaving Klein somewhat bewildered.
"Almost there. With my performance at the Capin Mansion, my two appearances as the 'Black Emperor,' and my daily performance habits, I'll probably be able to fully digest the 'Magician's' potion in about a week," Klein answered subconsciously. Seeing the other person's flickering gaze, he realized why they had turned to this topic. With a wry smile, he continued, "I've also got clues about the potion formula and extraordinary materials for my next sequence, the 'Faceless Man.' If I'm lucky, I can get promoted before the end of the year."
"Faceless? So this is the Sequence 6 fortune teller..."
Angel looked a little surprised.
"Can the Beyonder's properties that have been combined with the remains of the deceased be used as potion ingredients? I happen to have some from the Faceless Man..."
"Unfortunately, only pure, uncontaminated Beyonder traits can be used as potion ingredients. The one you're using that can change your appearance won't work."
After understanding Angel's intention, Klein answered with a mixture of regret and relief.
"Really..." Angel was obviously disappointed. "If you need some extraordinary materials, I can help you ask at a certain, uh, extraordinary gathering."
She's not talking about the Tarot Club, is she?
Worried that he might not be able to hold back his laughter, Klein quickly ended the call.
Leaving the narrow bathroom, he put away the smile on his face and prepared to rest as soon as possible to make up for the sleep he missed last night.
This night will surely be a very peaceful one.
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After a good night's sleep, Angel arrived in Queens on Sunday afternoon and boarded Audrey's carriage directly in front of Earl Hall's house.
This time, the team that accompanied Earl Hall's beloved daughter was larger than the last time. There were three four-wheeled carriages in total, but none of them had the Hall family logo on them, and the decoration was relatively low-key.
The two carriages in front and behind carried servants and guards. Angel even suspected that there were extraordinary people among them, and this was soon confirmed by Audrey sitting in the middle carriage.
"If this ball wasn't held directly at Count Wolfe's house, my father wouldn't have let me go out. Even so, he sent one of his Beyonders as an escort, and also brought eight additional armed guards."
Audrey said with a smile on her face. At this moment, there were only Angel and Audrey, as well as Susie, the "extraordinary dog", in the spacious carriage in the middle, so she was able to talk about some "unusual" topics.
"If I hadn't observed carefully, I might not have noticed that there were Beyonders guarding my home. To be honest, I always thought my father and brother knew nothing about the world of mysticism. It wasn't until recently that I realized they were merely feigning ignorance to protect me..."
As she spoke, her smile disappeared and a look of worry appeared on her face.
"But even Duke Pallas Negan, the retired admiral said to have Sequence 6 strength, died at the hands of an assassin. If my family faces the same fate... well, you should know about Duke Negan. I heard that assassin died at the hands of the Black Emperor the day before yesterday, and..."
She suddenly stopped talking and signaled with her eyes, hoping that the other party would understand.
Angel nodded calmly, indicating that her guess was correct. After all, this matter would definitely become one of the topics of the Tarot Club next week.
Audrey pursed her lips and forced herself to suppress her curiosity. She knew that the Beyonders in other carriages might be paying attention to what was going on here. Some things could be discussed, but some things could not be said.
Then she changed the subject:
"Ms. Irene, I noticed you had a faint smile on your face the moment you got on the bus. Is this... related to that man from last night?"
Having said that, the audience member's face showed a sly smile again.
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