Only worshipping the moon and not respecting the goddess? Klein couldn't help but reveal a thoughtful expression.

He had heard of this kind of thing before when he was learning about the School of Life, but he never expected that a wizard king who lived and died in the southern continent would hold a similar view.

——After the "Pale Age" at the end of the Quaternary Period, the Sea of ​​Rage became worthy of its name, and the northern and southern continents were thus separated and no longer had any contact. The School of Life was formed in the early Fifth Period, and it was obviously impossible for it to develop to the southern continent before Roselle sent people to find a safe passage.

The Witch King Karaman also belonged to the early period, and his active period was more than a thousand years before the invasion of the countries in the northern continent.

In other words, two extraordinary "forces" belonging to the northern and southern continents, which were unable to communicate and interact, chose to worship the moon itself and ignore the goddess of night at almost the same time.

Such a coincidence makes people wonder why.

Could it be that a new god was born and took away the authority related to the moon? However, as a god, He should not be so unknown... Or, although the goddess took away the authority of the moon, the original believers of the moon god still survived, and they have been passed down from the Fourth Epoch, or even the Third Epoch. After the separation of the North and South continents, two branches emerged: one is the Witch King, and the other is the School of Life? Klein made a rough guess, but he had no corresponding clues to narrow down the scope.

He temporarily gave up thinking and seized the time to quickly browse the contents of the back of the "Book of Secrets".

In the preface, the wizard king Karaman said very directly that many of the rituals, mysteries, astrology and summoning techniques in this book originated from the primitive moon worship, and described the corresponding honorific names in detail:

"The unique red moon, symbol of life and beauty, mother of all spiritual powers."

There is actually a name! But there is no more popular description like "Goddess of Night" or "Mother Goddess of the Earth"... If there really is such a hidden god, His followers will definitely develop a simple name that is more suitable for verbal praise, rather than replacing it with primitive moon worship... Klein noticed something strange and analyzed it based on his knowledge of mysticism.

"Moreover, using the name 'Lord of Crimson' to hold the ceremony will obviously point to the goddess. However, using a very similar but more detailed honorific name can bypass the goddess and point to the source of their power, the so-called original moon... I don't know what kind of strange existence it is..." Klein thought with some curiosity and horror.

As he did not have that much time, he quickly glanced through the subsequent details and found that, just as the Witch King Karaman himself had said, many secret agreements and rituals pointed to the moon.

For Klein, this was not a big concern. He would not copy those things and provoke the original moon, which he did not know what it was. What he wanted to learn was the overall structure, design ideas, and details of those secret contracts and rituals.

Only by grasping the underlying rules can he create his own secret agreements, rituals, astrology and summoning techniques that point to the "King of Yellow and Black".

Perhaps, long after this, I will have my own mysticism... Klein took off the pendulum from his wrist and finally confirmed the authenticity of The Book of Secrets.

After getting a positive answer, he did not rush to use the werewolf's extraordinary characteristics to divine the formula. He would not sell it anyway. For the same reason, he planned to wait and study the origin of the biological toxin bottle.

He quickly returned to the real world, opened the curtains, and saw the sun that failed to illuminate the earth. It hid behind the clouds and haze, and looked a little pale.

“A-choo!”

Suddenly, Klein covered his mouth and nose with his hands and sneezed.

Only then did he realize that he had a headache and a fever, and felt a little tired, as if he had a cold.

As a Sequence 7 Beyonder, I’m actually sick… Klein pulled out a piece of paper and snorted.

He thought about it carefully and soon understood the reason:

The negative effect of the biological toxin bottle is that it makes the holder gradually weaker and eventually sick!

If you carry it for a longer time, you may even die from the disease.

And this cannot be eliminated by spiritual shackles!

Last night, after the battle, Klein’s spiritual energy was almost exhausted, and his body was very weak due to poisoning. He still hid in the "Leverage Church" for half an hour with a bottle of biological toxin...

Add to that the time it took to get back to Minsk Street and he became shamefully ill.

“Fortunately it’s not serious… It doesn’t affect anything…” Klein sneezed again, packed up and went to take a hot bath.

After washing up, he fried an egg to reward himself, and the egg was fragrant.

"A copy of the Witch King's Book of Secrets, a biotoxin bottle, a magical item no worse than the Sun Brooch, and a Beyonder characteristic left by a Sequence 7 'Werewolf'. I made a lot this time... but it's a pity that I didn't get the Beyonder characteristic of 'Zombie'..." Klein sat down at the dining table and counted his gains while eating.

Another thing that made him feel sad was that he used a total of 11 extraordinary bullets, each worth nearly 10 pounds!

In other words, I burned about 100 pounds... I literally threw money at people... No wonder most of the mid- and low-sequence Beyonders are so thirsty for money... Klein lowered his head and glanced at his breakfast.

They only cost a few pennies together!

After breakfast, Klein leisurely read the newspaper, sneezing from time to time and wiping his mouth and nose with paper.

Just as the church bells died down at 8 o'clock, his doorbell was rung.

As expected, Klein saw Mike Joseph, a reporter from the Daily Observer.

The reporter, who had beautiful blue eyes, a small mustache but rather rough skin, took off his hat and greeted him, then got straight to the point:

"Detective Moriarty, are you free to take my commission?"

Although I have a slight cold, I am less likely to be suspected if I accept commissions normally during this period... Klein, who had just completed a job, smiled and said:

"I was slightly ill, but it didn't affect my fighting and shooting."

Mike immediately smiled and said:

"Thank you for your help."

"Let's go now."

"Um, Detective Moriarty, have you had breakfast? I invited you, and as your employer, I should be responsible for your food today."

Invite me to breakfast? Klein was stunned for a moment and said:

"I just finished eating."

"But I suggest you go to the East District for breakfast. That way you can see a lot of things. Just give me a cup of coffee then."

"...No problem." Mike pointed outside, "The carriage I hired is waiting."

Klein looked him up and down and said:

"Sir, you'd better dress a little worse, or I'll be very busy at work."

Mike looked down at his woolen coat and said with understanding:

“Is this too striking?”

"It's like this in the East District." Klein pointed inside and said, "I have some specially prepared clothes. Well, our body shapes are similar."

Mike couldn't help but exclaimed:

"You are indeed professional."

Professional criminal? Klein muttered to himself.

After changing their clothes and becoming ordinary workers, the two got on a carriage and headed for the edge of the East District.

…………

“A-choo!”

Klein took out some paper and wiped his mouth and nose, then snorted.

Since there was no trash can nearby, he folded the paper and put it back in his pocket.

"The food in this cafe is okay. Of course, this is relative to the residents of the East District." Klein pointed to the slightly greasy cafe on the corner of the street.

He came here for breakfast a few times when he occasionally stayed in a one-bedroom apartment nearby.

"It looks like it's one of the better restaurants here." Mike didn't think it was a cafe.

It was already past nine o'clock and there were few customers in the cafe - residents of the East District often finished their breakfast at around seven o'clock and started working or looking for work.

After accompanying Mike to order beef stew with potatoes, bread, coffee, and other food, Klein looked around, looking for a seat by the window.

At this time, he saw an acquaintance, the middle-aged man he had helped before when he pretended to be a reporter.

He was the one who brought me here in the first place... Why is he having breakfast only now... Klein thought about it and said to Mike:

"You have an interviewee."

As he spoke, he walked towards the "homeless man" with a coffee cup.

The other person was still wearing the same thick jacket. His graying hair looked greasy and his beard was quite obvious, but there was no longer the tired feeling between his eyebrows and his face was no longer so pale and scary.

"Good morning, we meet again." Klein sat down opposite him and greeted him. He found that his breakfast was black bread with a large cup of cheap tea that cost one penny.

The middle-aged man raised his head, took a closer look, and said in surprise:

"Mr. Reporter, is that you?"

…Klein laughed dryly and pointed at Mike next to him.

"This is my colleague who wants to do a deeper investigation into my previous interview."

Mike is an experienced and knowledgeable reporter. Hearing this, he didn't say much. He just smiled, nodded and said hello.

As for the fact that Detective Moriarty pretended to be a reporter, it was not like he just found out about it today. The other party had borrowed a fake press card from him!

"So you are really a reporter!" the middle-aged man blurted out in astonishment, "But that doesn't stop you from being a kind and well-meaning person."

Klein smiled and asked back:

"How have you been lately?"

The middle-aged man took a sip of tea and said:

"With your help, I finally had a good sleep, had a full stomach, and was no longer so weak."

"I originally wanted to find the original kind of job, which is shoemaking, but they didn't want me, saying that my hands were shaking..."

He lowered his head and laughed, then skipped this paragraph:

"Later, I went to the docks and found some work. It was tiring, but at least I could earn money. I had rented a bed on the floor of someone else's house for only 6.5 pence a week. Of course, I could only sleep at night."

"Well, that's how it is when you work at the docks. I went there very early today, didn't eat anything, raised my hands, and shouted my name and the steward's name loudly, but I still couldn't get caught, so I had to come back here."

"Fortunately, there is still a chance in the afternoon. Those people in the morning may be busy until very late and will not compete with us."

Klein listened quietly, taking a sip of cheap coffee from time to time, while Mike took out a pen and paper and quickly took notes.