Sharon took the sedative in the glass test tube, glanced at the seemingly pure liquid inside, nodded slightly and said:

"OK."

He is indeed a man who doesn’t talk nonsense… Klein smiled and said:

"Ms. Sharon, can you tell me the locations of the battles you have scheduled? I hope to get familiar with the surrounding environment in the next few days. This way, no matter where you choose, I will be more fully prepared."

And since they have the right to choose the final battle location, they won't worry that I might inform the official organization or other Beyonders who want to rob me... Of course, if I really can't trust you, I can do another "notarization"... Klein thought calmly.

Sharon stared at him with her blue eyes for several seconds before she spoke:

"Go back and prepare a map of Backlund."

"Spread out on the coffee table."

"No problem. I hope this cooperation will be not only smooth, but also pleasant." Klein habitually extended his hand forward to shake hands with the other party.

Sharon looked down and her figure gradually became illusory and disappeared into the air.

Klein raised his right hand, smoothed his black hair, and chuckled dryly.

He had just asked about the scheduled battle location, not only to prepare for the mission, but also to be on guard against Sharon and Maric.

Although the other party's philosophy is to suppress and control desires, and they normally won't burn bridges after crossing them, Klein can't be sure that "Ghost" Steve, "Zombie" Jason, and "Werewolf" Tyr don't have something they desperately desire. If a treasure that would make a normal Beyonder have strong evil intentions really appears, Klein really can't guarantee that they can control themselves in the face of these two "aliens".

Therefore, he must understand the environment in advance and reserve a route for escape in case the other party chooses to kill him to silence him.

This is not because Klein does not trust Sharon, with whom he has been through hardships together. This is the most basic form of self-protection.

You shouldn't have the intention to harm others, but you must be on guard against others... Klein turned his head to look out the window and sighed in Chinese in his heart.

The gas street lamps kept receding, and the streets became wider and cleaner. It took him more than half an hour and cost him 3 soli to finally return to Minsk Street.

“It’s really expensive to take a carriage at this time…” Klein looked up at the almost completely black sky and the red moon that was faintly penetrating through the clouds.

He walked forward for a while and suddenly found that there was no light in Lawyer Jurgen's house, and it was quiet and dark.

He took out his gold-cased pocket watch, opened it and took a look. Klein chuckled, turned to Jurgen's door, and opened it with the key he had given him.

At this time, the black cat Brody was squatting quietly behind the door, looking at the visitor with a pair of round green eyes. The room was dark, silent, lonely and desolate.

Klein squatted down and tried to touch Brody's head, but Brody moved back swiftly and shook off his hand with a look of disgust.

He shook his head and laughed, then stood up, opened the valve, lit the gas lamp, and went to the cupboard to find the prepared ingredients according to Lawyer Jurgen's description.

Then he went into the kitchen, lit the fire to boil water, and prepared to make Brody's favorite boiled chicken breast.

The black cat followed in, nimbly leaped onto the kitchen counter, and squatted beside it, watching Klein busy himself without making any noise.

Klein glanced at it and rehearsed in his mind how to tear the chicken breast. He then chatted with the black cat Brody:

"You must miss Mrs. Doris?"

"Are you worried about her condition?"

"Lawyer Jurgen didn't go home today. You are alone, aren't you lonely? You feel uncomfortable, as if you have no home, and you feel very tired and exhausted..."

…

As he spoke, Klein's voice gradually became lower and lower until it was silent.

The black cat Brody was still squatting there, looking at him quietly, without making any noise or meowing.

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At Mrs. Norma's house, Audrey came to attend the afternoon tea event as invited.

"They are the mystic experts I mentioned." Mrs. Norma introduced the distinguished guests enthusiastically. "This is Mr. Hilbert Alucard. He is a psychologist and jewelry designer with outstanding talent. This is Miss Eslante Osisleka. She is a doctor in the field of spirituality, which is what we often call a psychologist."

Hilbert Alucard was a man in his forties, who seemed to have some southern continent ancestry and had a brown complexion.

He has brown hair and blue eyes, and his facial features are not outstanding, giving people a silent and introverted feeling.

Islamata Osisleka is a baby-faced lady. Although she is a psychiatrist, she looks like a girl still studying in a public school or grammar school.

She had long black hair that reached her waist and a pair of lake-blue eyes. She was three or four centimeters shorter than Audrey.

Audrey exchanged a few pleasantries with the other party and sat down. She keenly noticed that Alucard and Eslante were observing her.

She did not use her "mind reader" ability, but pretended to know nothing, took the initiative to bring up the topic of mysticism, and always paid attention to whether her emotions were in the most logical state.

I can't let them find out that I'm already a Beyonder and have taken the Audience and Mind Reader potions... Audrey knows exactly what role she should play today.

Unlike the silent Alucard, Eslante was a talkative person. After chatting for a few sentences, she asked:

"Do you know the big year and the big month?"

"No, I haven't heard of it." Audrey answered cautiously using the knowledge she had gained from the circle of occult enthusiasts.

In fact, I have already found out from Mr. "The Hanged Man" what a big year and a big month are... She added with a smile in her heart.

"A big year refers to the number of years it takes for the rotation axis of our planet to shift one circle, which is 25,920 years in total. In the field of mysticism, this is considered a complete cycle, from beginning to end, and a big month refers to the number of years it takes for this shift to pass through one of the twelve constellations. Each big month is 2,160 years. When the big moons change, terrible disasters will befall. According to calculations, we don't have many years left before the end of the current big month..." Islam talked eloquently, keeping the atmosphere harmonious.

Audrey hid the fact that she didn't know much and asked the wrong questions in a curious tone from time to time.

Just like that, the wonderful afternoon tea time passed quickly, and Alucard and Eslante stood up and said goodbye at the same time and left Mrs. Norma's house.

This disappointed Audrey. She thought the other party would hint at something about the Psychological Alchemy Society in the end, but in the end, they said nothing.

Well, as a secret organization that cannot be exposed, the examination of candidate members is not so simple and direct... It seems that they need to contact me at least a few times and observe me secretly for a while before they can decide whether to reveal information to me and recruit me into the organization... This is also good, I can report to Mr. Fool first! Audrey quickly figured out the reason.

She then said goodbye, and Mrs. Norma saw her to the door and said with a smile:

"Audrey, I see you are also interested in psychology. Why don't you consider trying to be a psychologist before getting married?"

"Earl and Lady Hall are both believers of the goddess. They should support you in doing something similar."

Unless there are special circumstances such as a financial crisis, reaching a marriage between nobles is a long process. They must go through rigorous consideration and comparison before they can make a decision, because this is not just a matter between two young people, but also involves family alliances and mutual assistance.

Therefore, although aristocratic women can officially enter social occasions under the guidance of the queen after the age of 18, declare themselves adults and consider marriage, according to statistics, they often start a family after the age of 26.

Similarly, the average age of first marriage for aristocratic men who would enter the military and politics was 28.5 years old.

In other words, Audrey had about eight years to do what she liked after she became an adult.

The Church of the Goddess of Evernight has always encouraged female believers to go out to work and engage in certain professions. In the aristocratic circle, many young ladies have become literary critics, musicians, pianists, painters, and so on.

Is this a test? Audrey smiled and responded:

“Then I need to read more books.”

In fact, she has always felt that it is not safe for people from the Psychological Alchemist Society to work as psychologists or psychology experts, because the top leaders of official organizations such as the Night Watchers and the Mandated Punishers should know how to act and will definitely pay more attention to this group.

Mrs. Norma seemed quite satisfied with her answer, nodded and smiled:

"Islant and Alucard are both good teachers."

"Well, maybe I could consider asking Miss Eslant to be my psychology tutor." Audrey nodded obediently.

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On Sunday morning, after Klein got up, he found that the Backlund map on the coffee table in the living room had several places circled, and they were not too far apart. So, he followed the instructions and spent the whole morning carefully familiarizing himself with the surrounding environment, figuring out what specific buildings there were and where the nearest church was.

In the afternoon, he became free again and went to the Krag Club to practice his shooting and extraordinary abilities.

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw surgeon Alan Kress slowly coming out of the cafeteria with a cane.

After saying hello, he asked with concern:

"Alan, how are you doing recently? Has your fortune improved?"

Allen, who looked naturally cold, showed a sincere smile on his face:

"At least I'm not so unlucky anymore!"

"I followed your suggestion and went to the church and told the bishop about it. He told me to go directly to the confessional and pray to the goddess."

"I actually fell asleep while praying, but I seemed to feel that the goddess had granted me a peaceful and calm state. Since then, my fortune has returned to normal!"

"Praise the goddess!"

He drew a crimson moon on his chest.

Based on my experience, it must be a certain Sequence 7 Nightmare that put you into a deep sleep, and then the Nightwatchman who was good at rituals quickly set up the altar and prayed to the goddess to neutralize your bad luck... Klein raised his lips and said:

“That’s great!”

At this time, Allen glanced at him and said:

"Sherlock, I've always felt that your faith in the God of Steam and Machinery is not devout enough. Why don't you change your faith? Look, I'm your example. Why don't you believe in the Goddess?"