Chapter 516 Accept?
Do you really think so?
Angel was pinned down by Klein, almost against the wall, but he had no intention of breaking free. Instead, he was lost in thought.
If not, why did he try to trade with Madam Hermit for the "Hypocrisy" ring, which was of the same sequence as Klein and had no use at all, and keep other magical items that could help him and the most important gold pounds?
And why, when encountering a wanted pirate on the street, he no longer hides his identity, attacks secretly, or entrusts someone else to collect the bounty as he did in the past, but instead attacks directly and kills the pirate in front of passersby?
Was it really unintentional to increase his "value" rather than wanting to...want to leave this money to Klein?
All of this might have been just a vague thought before, but Klein's direct questioning made Angel recognize his inner thoughts and clarify the true thoughts hidden beneath the surface.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Klein sighed softly and continued to ask:
"Why did you do this? Was it because of the question you asked at the Tarot Club?"
That question—Do you know "Adam"? The High-Sequence Beyonder from the audience path?
Even surrounded by anger and anxiety, Klein was careful not to say the name.
But Angel obviously understood this. Her eyes tilted unnaturally, not daring to look at Klein. Instead, she stared at the gas lamp on the wall behind him, her eyes flickering in the flames.
After a moment, she whispered back:
"If a person's identity, past, and even memories are all false, then is she still real?"
Although the subject was "she," Angel's meaning was clear at this moment. Klein was struck by this question and was silent for a moment, and his hands also relaxed the suppression.
Angel sighed, took the opportunity to break free from his hands, and without saying a word, turned around and continued walking towards the stairs.
Even she herself, the person involved, couldn't figure this out, so how could she expect...
Suddenly, her shoulders were twisted backwards by a strong force.
Klein stretched out his hands again and clasped Angel's shoulders tightly, unwilling to let go.
"I don't know her, and I don't know if you're real," Klein's voice was low and hoarse, but incredibly firm. "But my encounter with you, and everything you've experienced, is not fake. I love you as you are now, not a certain name or an identity!"
Love me...Angel's cheeks felt hot.
This was the first time she heard these words clearly from Klein.
Although the two of them had a tacit understanding with each other after their experiences during this period, she could feel that the other party was a little shy, and because of her own change in status, she had never really put her inner feelings into words.
At this moment, hearing Klein say this in this situation, even her heartbeat quickened.
But, does his words mean that he has already known that my current identity is false... While feeling touched, Angel also noticed something unusual in the other party's words.
Of course, his identity as "Angel" was a fake certificate obtained from the Tarot Club with the help of the Hanged Man Alger, and as "The World", Klein had the opportunity to learn about this.
She didn't delve into the topic further, perhaps because Klein cared about her privacy. However, the confusion surrounding her identity still made her hesitant and a little afraid.
What if even this emotion is controlled by Adam?
What if my encounter with him in Tingen, our mutual acquaintance in the Nighthawks, our mutual recognition of our feelings during battle and separation, and our final cuddling with each other... were all fake?
"Even if He can deceive you, He can't deceive me." Seeing her expression constantly changing, Klein retracted his hands and pulled Angel towards him. "I have this confidence. Everything I experienced with you was my own choice. It's all true feelings."
After that, he put one arm around Angel's arm, held her neck with the other hand, and kissed her red lips which were slightly opened due to surprise.
"Woo..."
With just a whimper, Angel succumbed to the intense feelings.
Klein's forceful actions gradually surrounded and filled her confused heart with peace.
After a long time, their lips parted.
"I'm not sure where your current worry and confusion come from, but you should still remember what you promised me before leaving Backlund."
Seeing that she had calmed down, Klein continued.
"Don't give up your life easily."
Angel answered honestly.
She recalled the afternoon they reunited after the heavy smog in Backlund. Klein had also pressed her shoulders, forcing her to agree to this request.
And this time, I wanted to leave secretly again, and I took the initiative to "leave everything to him", thinking that I was thinking about him, but I ignored his feelings...
"sorry."
She lowered her head and spoke softly.
"You know that's not what I want. I want you to truly consider both yourself and me before making this decision." Klein sighed softly, his expression softening a little, no longer tense. "Also, if possible, tell me your doubts and confusions, and we can resolve them together."
Tell him everything…Angel almost opened her mouth, but at the last moment, she held back.
How should these things be stated clearly?
The name of "Adam" cannot be mentioned, and all of His plans may be at the level of consciousness and memory, rather than actual means.
Most importantly, is she really ready to let Crane know that she is "Cole Granger"?
"I'm sorry, I still have some doubts that I need to personally confirm..." She finally shook her head, then smiled. "But since you believe this relationship is real, then I choose to believe it too."
She wrapped her arms around Klein, locking them tightly, and pressed him against her, as if to squeeze him into her chest.
It was not until the fragile "Faceless Man" let out a soft moan that she blushed and loosened her arms.
Seeing that she had returned to her usual Angel, Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although she ultimately didn't reveal the true crux of the matter, he could understand her caution and hesitation when it came to the "Angel King."
Just like Angel said, he also chose to believe it.
"Well, the psychotherapy session is over," Klein said, changing the subject with a strange smile. "Next, let's talk about birthday presents."
"I am very dissatisfied with the gift you prepared, because it did not make me happy, but instead made me worried.
"What do you think we should do?"
"ah?"
Angel had just come out of his mixed thoughts of shyness, confusion, gratitude and other emotions when he heard such a strange question. He subconsciously asked a question.
…
Late at night, Klein opened his eyes.
He tiptoed out of the warm bed and covered Angel with the blanket.
The extra weight made her groan in her sleep, and she turned over, revealing a large area of white on her shoulders and neck.
With a chuckle, Klein covered Angel with the quilt that had been shaken open, put on his shirt, left the bedroom, and went into the bathroom.
He didn't come here to solve a physiological problem... Of course, that was also a reason, but it was not urgent and could be discussed later.
After locking the door and carefully constructing a spiritual wall, Klein first prayed to Mr. Fool, then took four steps backwards, entered the gray fog, and sat on his own high-backed chair.
Among the stars behind the thick fog, one was already twinkling. It belonged to "German Sparrow". He reached out and clicked on it, and soon saw himself standing stiffly in a strange posture. There was nothing else unusual around him.
There was no "Adam" with blond hair and a golden beard, who always had a smile on his face and seemed to know everything.
After a long sigh of relief, Klein continued with his plan.
Manifesting parchment and a pen, he reached out and grabbed the pen, tapping it on the paper, and lines of words quickly appeared.
"The last abnormality occurred in Tingen, July 1349.
“Most likely I met Adam.
“Is it in Enmat Harbor?
"Ask about the possibility of 'memory tampering' in a tarot session.
"My body started to feel strange when I entered the gray fog.
"The power of the gray fog space allowed her to discover that her memory had been tampered with?"
…
Lines of scribbled words quickly appeared, soon filling the entire parchment.
Different pieces of evidence verify each other, and various speculations appear and disappear.
Finally, a bold, enlarged text summarizes this brainstorming session:
"Angel's memory was tampered with by Adam in some profound way that even the gray fog couldn't remove?"
Is this the reason for her pain and despair?
Klein was silent for a moment, then put down his pen. The other words on the parchment disappeared, and the bolded question became much simpler, appearing right in the middle of the paper.
"Angel's memories now are real."
He took out the gold chain from his left wrist and shook it, letting the amethyst pendant float above the parchment. Klein took a deep breath, began to recite the divination words, and gently closed his eyes.
Angel had absolute trust in him and did not feel any resentment towards him because he was resurrected, knew a lot of knowledge that he should not know from the Nighthawks, and had unfathomable secrets. He never asked him about these secrets.
He does the same.
The false identity, the two resurrections from the dead, and the mysterious connection to the altar and runes found in Bansy Harbor all indicate that Angel has many secrets that are no less secret than his own.
But Klein didn't try to pierce her defenses or pry into the secrets she didn't want to reveal.
Except this time.
Klein sensed a strong sense of danger from Angel's desperate and desperate actions today.
What would have happened next if I hadn't acted decisively and stopped her from leaving?
Gathering his scattered thoughts and feeling the slight vibration of his left hand being pulled by the pendulum, Klein hesitantly opened his eyes and looked at Amethyst.
The pendulum was spinning slowly clockwise.
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