Mr. Azik can tell that I am a Beyonder? His ability is really amazing. Klein was stunned for a moment and answered frankly:

"Yes."

He thought for a moment and added:

"Because of the incident with Welch and Naya."

"It's just as I expected," Azik sighed, "Among the police officers who came to the school to question Cohen and me, there were two people with extraordinary abilities."

Those should be the captain and Leonard. They are the ones who took over Welch's case. Klein nodded imperceptibly without interrupting.

Azik raised his cane slightly and said:

"You should have entered that circle. I hope you can help me find clues about my origins. You don't need to do it deliberately. Just remember it when you encounter it."

At this point, he smiled bitterly:

"Except for you, I don't know anyone else with extraordinary abilities. You can never imagine what kind of emotions a person without a past would have. It's like a ship drifting on the sea. The most terrifying thing is not encountering a storm, but not being able to find a port or a route to reach the land. You can only face disasters again and again, with no end in sight, and you can never feel peace and security."

No, Mr. Azik, I can understand your feelings because I am the same person. Fortunately, I have the original owner's memory fragments. I have Benson and Melissa. Klein answered silently and asked:

"Mr. Azik, with such magical abilities, why don't you enter similar circles and look for useful clues yourself?"

Azik looked into Klein's eyes and said with a self-deprecating smile:

"Because I am afraid of danger and death."

He sighed and said:

"I'm used to my current life and I like it. I don't want to take risks and I don't have the courage to do so. I can only ask you for help."

Klein said nothing more and promised:

"If I come across any relevant clues, I will pay special attention to them."

"Okay, we should go back to the office. When Cohen comes back after finishing his work, we can go have lunch together. You remember? The East Balam restaurant in the school is quite good. Haha, it's my treat." Azik raised his cane and pointed in the direction they came from.

Sorry, I really don't remember. When I was in college, the original owner didn't have the money to go to East Balam Restaurant. Even if Welch and his friends invited him, he would refuse such a relatively luxurious place. Klein nodded his hat and followed Azik back to the three-story graystone building of the History Department.

After walking a few steps, Azik suddenly spoke again:

"Now that I'm done with school, I'm going to have my summer vacation. You can come to my house or write to me later."

Klein nodded and chatted casually:

"Mr. Azik, I thought you were going to Dixie Bay for vacation."

"No, it's too hot in the south right now. I don't like so-called sunbathing. Look at my skin color, I get tanned very easily. Comparatively, I would rather go to Winter County, to the north of the Feysac Empire, to ski, see the scenery, and fish for seals." Azik, who has bronze skin, replied with a smile.

I want to do the same. Klein, the newly hired Nighthawk, showed an envious look.

After lunch, he returned home, took a short nap, and began to review and study the advanced knowledge of spells and amulets, hoping to master them as soon as possible and produce products that could barely be used in combat and could initially help himself.

A few minutes before three in the afternoon, Klein packed up his belongings and sealed his bedroom with a spiritual wall.

Above the gray fog, in the magnificent temple, an ancient and mottled bronze table lies quietly.

Klein, shrouded in thick gray mist, sat at the head of the table, watching the still blurry Justice and the Hanged Man appear at their fixed seats.

Eh, Miss Justice's mood isn't quite stable. She looks worried, uneasy, and confused. Klein, who had already activated his clairvoyance, noticed something was wrong with the only female member of the Tarot Club with just a glance.

Audrey Hall's current mood was indescribable. The fact that Susie could suddenly speak gave her an extremely strong shock.

In her imagination, the future development should be a great detective or a famous psychiatrist Miss Audrey with her assistant Big Dog Susie, but if it becomes Big Dog Detective Susie with her assistant Miss Audrey, then, some, some

No, not some, that's very strange and confusing! Audrey suddenly sat up straight and wanted to ask Mr. Fool and the Hanged Man for advice.

She swallowed the words back when they came to her lips:

"Um, how should I ask this? What should I do if my pet shows abnormality?"

"How do you get along with a pet that has good intelligence and can speak?"

"No, no, no, this is a Tarot Club, not a pet raising experience sharing meeting. I bet that if I really ask this, my good image in the eyes of Mr. Fool and the Hanged Man will be shattered!"

Audrey's thoughts raced, and she finally organized her words:

“Dear Mr. Fool, Mr. Hanged Man who always helps me, I have a question for you. What can a pet with extraordinary powers do to help its owner? In simple terms, what can it do?”

As she finished speaking, she found that Mr. Fool and the Hanged Man fell silent at the same time, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.

Hey, hey, hey, talk to me, don't look at me like that, I didn't do anything! Really, I'm asking for my friend! Audrey was so ashamed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

She deeply regretted why she asked such a question.

Considering that Miss Justice had previously asked what would happen if ordinary animals took sequence potions, did she let her own potions be shared by her pets? This is indeed something Miss Justice could do. With such members, I, a "cult" organization, always feel a chill. Klein raised his right hand, pressed it against his forehead, and pinched it twice without answering.

The Hanged Man, Alger Wilson, was silent for more than ten seconds, then replied in a slightly strange tone:

"It depends on what kind of extraordinary abilities the pet has. For example, if it is a 'spectator', it can observe and eavesdrop on certain occasions on your behalf. You know, people will be wary of their own kind, but are unlikely to suspect a pet of eavesdropping, even if the pet is squatting at his feet."

That makes sense! Often, when Dad discusses important matters with other nobles, parliamentarians, and ministers, he will avoid me and lock the door of the study. But as long as Susie can avoid the initial elimination, she will not be driven away. And those ladies and young ladies also like to communicate in private in small circles. Audrey's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she immediately had a lot of thoughts:

And Susie can now speak, and can tell me what she heard directly. Susie is awesome! I will treat you well, and I will teach you to recognize words and standard pronunciation.

Um, should I teach Susie the aristocratic pronunciation or the more normal Backlund accent? When she goes out and greets other dogs, will they be able to tell her origin? Wait, why should I consider this? She can't communicate with other dogs in human language.

Wait a minute, Mr. Hanged Man, why did you use "audience" as an example directly?

Could it be that you all guessed something?

Audrey's face changed, she sat up straight again, smiled and said:

“Mr. Fool, I found another page of Emperor Roselle’s diary.”

I got this from Fors Wall.

"Very good, all your debts have been paid off." Klein replied in a good mood.

"I'm sorry, there's not much content on this page of the diary." Audrey expressed what she remembered on the materialized parchment.

Klein raised his right hand, causing the parchment to appear directly in his palm, and said casually:

"This does not affect my promise, and the diary you brought last time has both front and back sides."

——The diaries collected by Justice and the Hanged Man are not the original versions of Emperor Roselle. They are transcribed and copied by later researchers. Some people record them on one side for preservation, while others keep them as they are for convenience.

As he spoke, Klein lowered his eyes and looked at the first few lines of the diary:

“It’s December 20th, and the new year is about to begin, but the feedback I’ve received one after another has left me very confused and embarrassed.”

"There is no oil in this world! There is no oil in this world!"