After folding the letter, Klein took out the copper whistle, put it to his mouth, and blew hard.

Silently, he saw illusory white bones being thrown out one by one from the desk, turning into a fountain and forming a huge monster. It was still nearly four meters tall, still covered with faint light, and still had its head sticking out of the roof. It seemed no different from before.

Klein flicked his wrist and threw the letter up, only to see the bone monster grab it firmly.

He blew the whistle again and watched the "messenger" disintegrate into illusory white bones, which fell one by one like rain and disappeared on the surface of the desk.

After doing all this, Klein felt much calmer, but he did not stop trying. He moved his chair back, stood up, and walked four steps counterclockwise into the gray fog.

The majestic palace and the ancient, mottled long table came into his eyes, as if they had remained unchanged for millions of years.

Klein sat on the high-back chair that belonged to The Fool, silently untied the pendulum from his left wrist cuff, and materialized a yellow-brown parchment and a round-bellied fountain pen.

He wants to predict the captain's situation tonight.

After thinking for a moment, Klein wrote down the first divination statement.

"Dunn Smith's anomaly could put me in danger."

In mysticism, divination involving one's own safety is the most difficult to be interfered with by external forces. This is a spiritual instinct.

In other words, as long as there is not particularly strong interference, Klein can get relatively accurate results in divinations involving his own safety.

This was also the reason why he knew that Madam Sharon had the ability to interfere with divination, but still wanted to divine whether the mission would be dangerous. He was very clear that Madam Sharon was not strong enough to affect this kind of divination.

Now, in order to determine the situation of Captain Dunn Smith, he decided to eliminate all interference and divine above the gray fog.

Holding the pendulum in his left hand, Klein silently recited the divination phrase seven times, then closed his eyes and entered a meditative state.

After stabilizing for a few seconds, he opened his eyes, and his dark pupils had returned to normal.

He looked at the topaz pendant, and his heart gradually sank, because the pendulum was rotating clockwise with a large amplitude and a fast speed.

This means the answer is yes.

This means that Dunn Smith's abnormality will put him in danger

And the danger is not low

Closing his eyes, Klein "erased" the previous content and wrote a new divination statement.

"The reason for Dunn Smith's anomaly."

He put the topaz pendant away, leaned back in his chair, and silently recited the divination words while meditating to enter a dream.

In that gray and illusory world, he saw nothing and discovered nothing, only gray and more gray.

"This means that there is insufficient information and the divination has failed." Klein opened his eyes and looked at the parchment on the long bronze table, whispering bitterly and helplessly.

Suddenly, he felt extremely tired and realized that this was the result of fierce fighting, continuous use of rituals, and multiple divinations.

Wrapping himself in spirituality, Klein fell into the gray fog and returned to the real world.

He had several nightmares throughout the night, and the dreams ended with either Cohenley vomiting his internal organs or Dunn Smith with dark red blood around his mouth.

The next morning, Klein, who was about to take up his turn at Chanis Gate, arrived at the Blackthorn Security Company ahead of schedule.

At this time, Roxanne, Mrs. Orianna and other clerical staff had not yet come to work. Klein walked through the partition, looked at the open door, and saw Dunn Smith in the captain's office.

Dunn took off his coat, leaving only a white shirt and a black vest. He sat in his seat, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

His hair was a little dry, his grey eyes were dull, and his hard-lined face showed obvious signs of fatigue.

Even for a captain who had experienced similar things many times, losing two teammates in a short period of time was unbearable. Klein felt a pang in his heart, and the broken mirror suddenly appeared in his mind again, along with Dunn's half-lying body and face stained with dark blood.

Klein gritted his teeth and turned his head to look to the side.

After more than ten seconds, he controlled his expression and reached out to knock on the door of the captain's office.

Boom, boom, boom.

Dunn put down his coffee cup, and his grey eyes became deep again.

He took a breath silently.

"I have reported the matter to the Holy Church, and they have given a preliminary response."

"The church compensated Cohen's family £3,000 and the police department gave them £1,000 in compensation."

The total is 4,000 pounds, which is a fortune that most middle-class people cannot save in their lifetime. Coenley's weekly salary is 7 pounds, and his annual salary is 364 pounds. Including bonuses and additional income, it can reach at least 100 pounds, which is equivalent to his income for ten years. Such a fortune can at least return 200 pounds every year, which can barely make up for the damage caused by Coenley's death to his family. Although money cannot replace feelings and cannot replace Coenley, it is the only relatively effective way at present. Klein flashed many thoughts, but in the end, he sighed.

“There’s only so much we can do.”

The Church of the Goddess of Evernight is still very conscientious in this regard.

Dunn pulled his collar and said in a low voice:

"Go underground and replace Luo Yao."

"Okay." Klein nodded slightly.

He turned around and walked towards the door, and heard the captain's almost soliloquy addition:

"We will send Cornelius home later."

What kind of reactions would his father, his mother, his brothers and sisters, and his fiancée have if he sent Cohenli home? Klein's heart tightened, and he was actually a little glad that he didn't have to face that kind of sadness.

He knew that this was an evasive mentality, but he was really afraid of seeing the grief-stricken eyes of Cohen's parents and his fiancée's soul-deprived expression, afraid of witnessing their expressions of resentment, afraid of hearing their sobs.

Quickening his pace, Klein arrived in front of Chanis's door and completed the handover with Luo Yao in silence.

He sat in the guard room, taking out his silver pocket watch from time to time and watching the time pass by.

After an unknown amount of time, Klein suddenly heard layers of illusory voices.

He glanced at the back of his hand with four black spots on it and realized that it was Justice, The Hanged Man or The Sun praying to him.

But he had no way of responding in time, so he could only wait until the prompts ended, wait until there were more requests, and wait until he went home the next morning.

As soon as he took out the key and opened the door, Klein saw the maid Bella wiping the dining table, while his sister Melissa and brother Benson walked down the stairs in their respective going-out clothes.

"Didn't you attend mass last week?" Klein asked with a hint of surprise.

Benson smiled.

"I can understand the memory of someone who has been up all night."

"Ah..." Klein was even more confused.

“Today is the first day that tickets for The Earl’s Return are available for booking,” Melissa took the initiative to explain.

Klein slapped his forehead and took off his hat.

"I've been so busy lately that I forgot about it."

Especially in the past three days, he added with a sigh.

Melissa looked at him with concern.

"Your breakfast is in the kitchen, so go to bed after you eat. Benson and I thought since we were going out, we might as well go to St. Selina's Church to attend mass."

“Okay.” Klein waved goodbye to his brother and sister, had a simple breakfast, and returned to his bedroom.

After making preparations, he took four steps backwards into the gray fog and saw that the crimson stars corresponding to "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" were expanding and contracting illusively.

He stretched out his right hand and spread his spirituality. A blurry picture appeared in front of Klein's eyes, and the voice of Miss Justice's prayer rang in his ears.

"I pray that you will hear me."

"Because of Qi Lingos's matter, my father hired a Beyonder to protect me, and there is also surveillance in secret that I don't know about. I finally found an opportunity to pray to you. I want to take a leave for the party next week. I believe these things will fade away soon."

Klein subconsciously glanced at the blurry picture and saw the diffuse mist, the giant bathtub that seemed to be rippling with water, and Miss Justice wrapped in a bath towel.

He withdrew his gaze and began to listen to the Hanged Man's prayers again.

The other party's description was different from "Justice", but he was praying for the same thing. He also wanted to take leave due to the residual impact of the Qilingos incident.

Klein nodded slightly and responded to their requests.

"I see."

Then, he sent a thought to the crimson star corresponding to the "sun".

"Upcoming gatherings are temporarily cancelled."

City of Silver.

Derrick Berg was listening to instructions on the training ground. The sky above him was still dark, with a flash of lightning occasionally lighting up everything.

Suddenly, his eyes blurred and he saw thick fog, the ancient palace that looked like a giant’s residence, and Mr. Fool sitting high in the depths of the gray fog.

"Upcoming gatherings are temporarily cancelled."

The voice was still echoing, but everything in front of Derrick had returned to normal.

He was not surprised by this miracle, because Mr. Fool always reminded him of this before every party.

Derrick subconsciously looked up at the woman in front of him, a member of the Silver City Six-Person Council, "Shepherd" Lovia.

This terrifying strong man kept changing between a smile and a coldness, and told every teenager present that they would join the patrol team to eliminate the dark monsters nearby, and that it was no longer training.

Elder Lovia didn't notice anything unusual. Her condition was getting weirder and weirder. Was it because there was an evil spirit equivalent to a high-sequence strongman among the souls she herded? Derrick thought divergently.

Klein returned to his bedroom, lay down, and soon fell asleep. He dreamed about what had happened in the past few days.

Suddenly, he felt someone shaking him and woke up.

When his eyes opened, Klein saw a giant bony hand.

The giant hand paused for a moment, threw the letter paper into the air, and then disappeared.

Mr. Azik's Reply Klein picked up the letter with a look of realization.

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