The endless gray fog was suspended quietly, and a slight friction sound was heard above the long bronze table.

Klein changed his sitting position and pondered the details of the evil spirit incident more seriously. He became more and more convinced that he and Miss Sharon had completely ignored the possibility that something had happened to Raft Pound at that moment:

"Is this the extraordinary ability of the 'conspirator' of the 'Red Priest' pathway?

"And this is closer to normal deception, with supernatural forces at work only in subtle places. So, even if I enter this mysterious space above the gray fog, I won't passively realize that I've been deceived. I have to actively think and analyze to discover the problem?

"If I hadn't learned from Mr. Azik that the evil spirit was suspected to be the long-dead 'Red Angel' Medici, I wouldn't have thought there was anything wrong, and I wouldn't have hired Miss 'Magician' to look for abnormal signs on Williams Street..."

After thinking for a few minutes, Klein materialized a pen and paper, ready to use divination to confirm his speculation.

After pondering for a while, he finally wrote down the words of "Dream Divination":

"The current condition of Baronet Rafter Pound."

Putting down the crimson round-bellied fountain pen, Klein held the paper with the divination statement and leaned back in his chair.

He first recalled the information he had about Raft Pound, then closed his eyes, recited a few words, and entered into meditation.

Klein's thoughts quickly calmed down and he quickly fell into a dream.

In the gray sky and earth, intermittent scenes flashed by, finally stopping at the house at No. 29 Sivelas Street.

In the warm living room, Luft Pound, wearing velvet pajamas and holding a wine glass filled with red wine, stood quietly at the window, looking at the Backlund Police Department headquarters across the street.

The baronet's temples were becoming increasingly gray, his puffy eye bags were taking on a darker blue hue, and the wrinkles on his forehead, eyes, and mouth were deeper than those seen in his forties.

His pupils were dilated, not seriously but not abnormally, his cheeks were flushed, and his expression was smiling. He looked slightly different from what Klein had seen before.

As expected, something went wrong here... Klein came out of the dream and thought about how to deal with the evil spirit.

There is no doubt that he has a habit of thinking in this regard. When he couldn't contact Miss Sharon, his first reaction was to report it!

But how should he report it? Klein thought carefully for a while, then manifested the figure of the "world" and asked him to pray:

“Deliver the following message to the Church of the Goddess of Evernight and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery through reliable channels.

"The news is: High-level spies from Feysac and Intis gathered on Williams Street for unknown purposes.

"Reward: 100 pounds."

This was an argument that Klein had considered over and over again. Directly revealing things like the "Angel King", "Red Priest", the Medici Family, and the remains of the Tudor Dynasty would indeed attract more attention from the church and the military. However, it would also make it easy for the "magician" Miss Fors, who was responsible for reporting it, to be targeted by official organizations, which would be extremely dangerous.

The statement that "high-level spies from Feysac and Intis gathered on Williams Street" was not only relatively mild, but also something that ordinary Beyonders could have a chance to detect. It was also enough to alert the church and the military, so that they could send out corresponding strong men and take the most effective measures.

As for what is discovered subsequently, it is their contribution and has nothing to do with the whistleblower.

Klein considered asking Mr. Azik for help, but ultimately decided to give up because the evil spirit was suspected to be the King of Angels when he was alive and was very dangerous. Mr. Azik, who was still in the recovery stage, might not be able to deal with it.

After a brief pause, Klein transformed the materialized scene into a stream of light and cast it into the crimson star that symbolized Miss Magician.

…………

Backlund, Cherwood District.

Fors was stunned when she received Mr. World’s reply.

"Is that a high-level spy from Feysac and Intis?" She said to herself in astonishment, believing that the materials she provided could not lead to such a conclusion!

However, she was soon relieved, thinking that the reason why Mr. "World" suspected that there was something wrong with Williams Street was because he had received the corresponding high-level spy intelligence. After confirming that there were people from Feysac and Intis, it was very easy to draw a conclusion.

Deliver the message to the Church of Evernight and the Church of Steam? Isn't this a euphemism for reporting... What a pity, I can't go and watch, otherwise I will definitely see a good show... Fors is no stranger to reporting, after all, her roommate and good friend is a bounty hunter.

She quickly came up with an idea and decided to leave the reporting matter to the experienced Hugh.

After leaving the bedroom, she saw Xio sitting on the sofa, leaning forward to look through the target document. From time to time, he raised his hand to touch his messy yellow hair, looking extremely serious.

Fors picked up a decorative item, leaned over to the sofa, and handed it over:

"Here, have a piece of cake."

Xio glanced at the cake covered with cream, and without letting his mind wander, he raised his hand to grab it.

At this moment, Fors flipped his wrist and the cake in his palm turned into a golden fabric flower.

"Surprise?" she asked with a smile.

Xio couldn't help but roll his eyes and said:

"Stop your show, I'd rather have food."

"Okay, I have something to entrust to you, 70 pounds." Fors smiled and sat down.

…………

After initially dealing with the evil spirit, Klein returned to the real world and performed a ceremony to bring the radio receiver that had been placed above the gray fog for several days back to the master bedroom of the first-class cabin.

He lay down on the bed, trying to recover his energy through meditation, until he was awakened by the sound of tapping.

When Klein opened his eyes, the crimson moonlight from outside the window had already shone in, covering the dim room like a veil, and covering the radio receiver on the desk that was spitting out illusory white paper.

This really feels like a ghost movie or a horror movie... Unfortunately, it's connected to a magic mirror that has no moral integrity or bottom line... Klein turned over and sat up, walked over, and saw lines of rune text appearing on the illusory white paper:

"Great being above the spiritual world, your loyal servant Arrodes has arrived and greets you.

"Do you have something you want to test me on?"

Look, look, this is what it means to be able to speak! This is what it means to be professional! At this moment, Klein really wanted to pull the fat pharmacist Darkwill in to see the magic mirror's art of speaking.

It was clearly me who wanted to ask it something, but it ended up being me testing it, and I even added a question... Klein controlled the upward curl of his lips and replied in a low voice:

"Yes."

"You said that the ignorant and shallow Arrodes is ready." With the sound of "da da da", not only did the words of Loen appear on the illusory white paper, but also a flattering smile appeared.

This is already the prototype of emoticons... This guy is evolving really fast... Klein asked directly:

"Where can I get a magical item that can steal other people's extraordinary abilities?"

The sound of "da da da" suddenly became intense, and pictures quickly appeared on the illusory white paper, so real that they seemed like screenshots from a movie.

There was the Chanis Gate at the bottom of the St. Selina Church in Tingen City that Klein was familiar with, the handsome poet Leonard Mitchell with black hair and blue eyes, the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa, smiling at the noble lady opposite, and the proud girl wandering in the dark sewer...

There are twelve pictures in total, and at the end there is a line of Rune text:

"These are the types that you can easily or conveniently obtain. There are many others, but they are either very complicated and troublesome, or involve a very high level that I can't see clearly."

Not bad, you know how to help me proactively filter... This is simply a fantasy version of the mysterious version of the intelligent version of Google... Klein nodded slightly and said knowing the answer:

"It's your turn to ask questions."

"You have already answered." With a tapping sound, the magic mirror Arrodes' answer appeared on the illusory white paper as expected.

Klein chuckled and asked:

"Where is Leonard Mitchell living these days?"

The clattering sound became more intense once again, and scenes appeared before Klein's eyes in the form of images:

That is Backlund's most famous landmark, a towering Gothic clock tower with the "Clock of Order" hanging on it;

It was a street sign at the entrance of the street, with "Pinster Street" written on it;

That was the townhouse with house number 7. That was Leonard Mitchell, who was casually wearing a black coat and red gloves and looked very handsome. That was the poet classmate who was looking through the files of the Lanevus and Capin cases.

This guy is in Backlund, and he is investigating the Lanevus and Capin cases? What kind of thing is this... Klein's mouth twitched slightly, and he thought seriously about what clues he had left in these two cases.

The only clue is that Detective Sherlock Moriarty is connected to both cases. If Leonard enters Daisy's dream, he should be able to discover this. But by then I had grown a beard and had done a good job of disguise. With only the vague images in the dream and a few portraits, he probably wouldn't recognize me... As long as he can't recognize me, it doesn't matter. What does Sherlock Moriarty's problem have to do with me, Gehrman Sparrow? Klein retracted his thoughts and memorized Leonard Mitchell's current residence:

No. 7, Pinster Street, North District, Backlund.

He was going to entrust "Moon" Emlyn White to visit Leonard Mitchell the next day or the day after tomorrow and use the badge of the Hermits of Destiny to purchase magical items.

I hope that the poet has some extra ones... If not, I will definitely charge a premium... Klein hummed and said to the radio receiver:

"It's your turn to ask questions."

Frankly speaking, he was quite curious about what questions the magic mirror Arrodes would ask this time.

Dadada, the radio receiver spit out a new illusory white paper with a question spelled out in Loen:

"Great Master, Leonard Mitchell is hiding a big secret. Do you want to know?"

...Is this a problem? Klein raised his head in amusement and astonishment, looking at the crimson moon that was quietly shining on the dark sea.

He quickly answered honestly:

"think."