Chapter 684 Questioning in a Dream
Dream?
Angel was stunned, then immediately realized that this was probably part of the "investigation" that Archbishop Anthony had mentioned. Dwayne Dantès, a believer who often went to Saint Samuel Church to listen to sermons, and who had just arrived in Backlund from Dixie Bay, had fabricated an unreliable identity and was undoubtedly at the top of the list of suspicious persons.
Unexpectedly, that very night, he was interrogated by the Night Watchman who invaded his dream... Angel chuckled and used the mirrors near Dantes' house to conduct a round of reconnaissance, but did not find any carriages parked on the roadside or figures leaning against the lamppost.
It seemed that Backlund's Nighthawks and Tingen City's... captains were operating differently. Perhaps due to the unique mechanism of Saint Samuel's Church, they could remotely enter dreams directly from their base beneath the church, or perhaps they could use other people's dreams as a springboard to reach their targets... As a former Nighthawk and veteran Beyonder, Angel instantly thought of several possibilities.
She had no intention of interrupting the other party's investigation. Although Klein's fabricated first identity could easily be broken through by the investigation, his second image of "going to the southern continent for adventure, making a profit, and then retiring" could be used for a long time. He also had the ability to resist dreaming, which was enough to easily face the "nightmare" investigation.
Moreover, if Angel used the dream spell to disturb them, it would be easy for the "nightmare" or even the "requiem master" who had a strong sense of dreams to notice, which would expose the suspicion between himself and Klein, and the loss would outweigh the gain.
With this in mind, she simply sat down beside Klein's bed and waited for the dream review to end.
I wonder what questions the Nighthawks will ask? Will they ask formulaic questions like Leonard did last time, or will they create some special environment to try to make Klein reveal his innermost thoughts? And where did Klein get his ability to resist dreaming? If it was a gift from Mr. Fool, then other Tarot Club members don't have similar privileges. Even I gained this ability through the "Secret Holy Symbol"... Within two minutes of silence, Angel's mind was filled with questions, one after another, and he felt a little restless.
As for some of Klein's peculiarities, she always followed the idea of "keeping his privacy" and did not delve into them in detail. Klein did the same, and the two of them always maintained this tacit understanding.
Although this makes me feel at ease and relieved, sometimes I feel that I should take the initiative to understand everything about him, rather than always keeping a layer of secrets between us... Angel muttered secretly, his fingers stroking the hidden holy emblem on his wrist, and suddenly an idea came to him.
The Goddess of Night is the Mother of Secrets, the Lord of Sleep and Silence. Furthermore, according to the laws of the potion path, she must also be Sequence 0 of all "Sleepless Ones." So, can this secret holy emblem, empowered by Lady Arianna, the Goddess's favored angel and a member of the Church, help me enter other people's dreams without disturbing the Censor?
She tried to remove the holy emblem, holding it close to Klein, spreading her own spirituality through the holy emblem engraved with a half-moon surrounded by stars, and gently surrounded him.
The next second, she successfully entered the dream.
…
"It seems that Pales Zoroaster has not taught you proper manners."
Half-lying in an easy chair with his legs raised, Klein spoke in a relaxed posture, imitating the image of Dwayne Dantes. His tone was slow but full of pressure.
He believed that his easy exposure of the other party's identity as a "parasite" had left a deep impression on Leonard Mitchell and the "old man" behind him. Therefore, when the red gloves came to him in his dream, he did not panic too much, but remained calm, even though his grave had been dug up by the other party this afternoon.
Yes, he dug my grave...
Thinking of this, Klein couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, but he immediately concealed it with the Faceless Man's control over his facial expressions.
After receiving the spiritual reminder, Klein briefly considered abandoning his current identity, fleeing Backlund, and supporting Angel through underground work. However, after careful analysis, he concluded that even if Leonard knew that "Klein" was alive and knew about his relationship with Sherlock, German, and himself, he would not be able to connect the various identities to "Dawn." After all, the current appearance of this nearly 40-year-old, with a height and build completely different from the previous ones, had already left an impression in the mind of the gravedigger poet, and it would be extremely difficult to break it.
The result was just as he expected. Leonard, who had a "parasite" himself and therefore found it difficult to explain to the church, chose to contact "Dawn" on his own instead of reporting it immediately.
Moreover, I also wondered if he had dug up Angel's grave. After all, since he could connect Klein to Sherlock and Hermann, Leonard likely saw through Angel's disguise. Similarly, he would only have seen through Angel's disguise to the level of "Angelica Sage"... Klein was looking forward to it. After Leonard apologized for entering the dream, he spoke:
"So, you think that our member first infiltrated the Nighthawks in Tingen in order to steal the Antigonus family notes, and then broke into the Chanis Gate this time?"
"Isn't that so?" Leonard, dressed in a white shirt and black vest, asked, somewhat stiffly, not wanting to sit down. "The only things connected to Klein Moretti, stored behind the Chanis Gate in Tingen and Backlund, are the two sealed artifacts of the Antigonus family. My suspicion is quite reasonable."
"Oh."
Sitting before him, in formal attire and a top hat, Dwayne Dantès, with graying temples, put down his wine glass and sneered from the depths of his throat.
"I thought Pales had taught you to think with your head, not just to maintain your balance." Klein felt a surge of pleasure at being able to laugh at his former colleague in a different light, and the corners of his mouth curled up. "You know more about what happened in Tingen than I do. If his target was that notebook, he had plenty of opportunities to obtain it. Also, was there any theft from Chanis Gate this time?"
Leonard, who was questioned by him, changed his stance and felt a little anxious.
Before entering the dreamland and visiting Dwayne Dantès, a figure even the "old man" feared, he knew the contradictions and loopholes deep within his own logic:
Regardless of Klein Moretti's miraculous resurrection, he was a model night watchman in Tingen City. He went to get off work regularly, had good relationships with his colleagues, was cautious but courageous, alert and good at communication. In the end, he even sacrificed his life to prevent the arrival of the evil god's offspring.
He might have some ulterior motive, but he hasn't shown any suspicious behavior... Perhaps his mastery of roleplaying and rapid advancement count as one factor, and his divination ability far surpassing Sequence 9 is another. But even I, who have a "parasite" within me, have these doubts... Leonard felt a sense of shame, and as his mind raced through possibilities, he suddenly spoke:
"Angel Granger, it's because of her!"
Um?
Klein was truly stunned. He had already thought of various excuses to deal with this reckless poet, but he didn't expect the topic to instantly jump to another person.
If nothing unexpected happens, Leonard even dug up Angel's grave... He muttered to himself and was about to open his mouth to change the topic, but he felt a discordant fluctuation in his dream.
Someone else came in. Now I understood how "Flame" Danitz felt when I and Angel invaded his dream one after another in Bayam... He hesitated whether to end the dream, and at the edge of his vision, he noticed a flash of purple in the full-length mirror on the bedroom wall.
It turned out to be her...
Klein breathed a sigh of relief and cast his gaze towards Leonard, who was standing by the balcony door. Noticing that Leonard hadn't noticed anything, he chuckled and asked, "What's going on?"
"Is there something wrong with her?"
He showed no surprise at Angel's name. It seemed my guess was correct. Angel Granger had also joined this organization that believed in "The Fool." What was her card? Justice, or judgment?
Leonard finally felt that he had regained a little initiative after being verbally suppressed. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he continued:
"Of course there's a problem. Klein didn't seize the notes in Tingen City because he wanted to protect her, this 'ageless' witch! She had other intentions, so she used a fake identity to infiltrate the Nighthawks. After she succeeded, she faked her death and left!"
What the hell is this...
Looking at the confident Leonard, Klein was speechless. He picked up his glass and took a sip of the Olmire red wine from his dream. He then glanced at the full-length mirror on the side, wondering if he should just call the other party out and have another "frank" conversation.
But his silence was taken as a tacit agreement, so Leonard took a step forward excitedly and asked:
"After September of last year, Erin Watson, who appeared in Backlund at the same time as Sherlock Moriarty, was her. Angelica Sage, who left for the sea in early December, was also her. There's no doubt that Angel, who died in Tingen City, possessed some kind of resurrection ability. Her nailed coffin contained only a fragment of mirror. This is a characteristic of an 'immortal' witch, correct?"
…
After entering Klein's dream, Angel immediately hid in the full-length mirror in the bedroom and observed Leonard's "inspection" from behind the mirror.
But she hadn't expected that this incredibly proactive colleague would actually... actually go to Tingen and dig up her and Klein's graves!
No wonder when I returned to Backlund at noon, I saw him and Ms. Daly boarding the steam train to Tingen. It turned out they were going there for my pension, no, for my grave… Angel stood in the empty space behind the full-length mirror, his arms folded across his chest. He felt like escaping and making some sarcastic remarks about the poet.
But then, she heard a piece of information that she had never known before.
"There's a shard of mirror in my coffin?"
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