It was still dream divination, but Klein saw more scenes this time.

The first scene is still the small, dark, dirty room and Ian Wright sleeping on the bunk bed.

The second scene was the sewer that the two had been to at the same time. Ian squatted in front of Zreal's incomplete body, reached out and stroked the two rows of white teeth, and took out one of them.

The third scene is a busy and noisy street, where passers-by are dressed simply, some of their clothes are old or tattered.

There were gardens and lawns in the center of the street, surrounded by low chimneys emitting mist. Ian, wearing an old coat and a bowler hat, looked around cautiously and entered the telegraph office not far from the center of the street. Diagonally opposite was the entrance to the steam subway that looked like a shopping mall.

The image quickly faded until it became transparent. Klein opened his eyes and tapped the edge of the bronze table with his index finger. He made a preliminary assessment:

"From that tooth and the telegram, it seems that Zreal and Ian are not a detective duo who accidentally got involved in a dangerous incident. There is an organization behind them!"

"We should be able to determine where the third act scene corresponds to..."

Klein was not in a hurry to analyze it in depth because he did not want to stay above the gray fog for too long.

Leaving the high-back chair belonging to The Fool, he came to the side corner and found Meursault's extraordinary characteristics from the paper bag that had been sent there before.

Holding the crimson jelly-like object, Klein sat down again and wrote a new divination statement:

"The corresponding potion name."

While silently reciting, he held the ball of extraordinary characteristics in one hand and the paper with the divination sentence in the other hand, and fell into a deep sleep with the help of meditation.

In the gray and psychedelic dream, the ambassador, who was dressed in extravagant and gorgeous clothes and had a thin and bearded face, appeared in Klein's eyes again.

He held a bottle of crimson wine and said to Meursault:

"Drink it, drink this bottle of 'Hunter' potion, and you will be able to dominate the Zmanger Party. Of course, money is also indispensable. Emperor Roselle once said, use a stick in one hand and a carrot in the other."

"Hunter? Backlund is a big city..." Meursault frowned slightly and asked in confusion.

In the understanding of this illiterate man, hunters belong to the wild and to animals.

The middle-aged ambassador laughed and said:

“The largest city is also the largest dark jungle.”

"Here, everyone has two identities: one is the prey and the other is the hunter."

"Even a weak hunter is still a hunter and can harm a powerful prey."

"Go ahead and join the great hunt."

…

The picture shattered into countless lights and shadows. Klein looked down at the crimson Beyonder characteristic in his hand and muttered to himself:

"It turned out to be the Hunter potion. No wonder Meursault is so good at fighting and even used poisoned darts."

"No wonder he was able to trace me back..."

"However, he doesn't seem to have truly understood the essence of a hunter. He didn't set traps, use weapons, or make use of his specialties... On the one hand, this is because he doesn't know that I'm also a Beyonder, and a Sequence 8 Beyonder, so he looks down on me. On the other hand, it also shows that he hasn't been taking the potion for long..."

"The Hunter Path is controlled by the Soran family, the royal family of Intis, the Einhorn family, the rulers of the Feysac Empire, and the secret organization Iron Cross that has only appeared in the last two or three hundred years. Considering the style of his clothes, the identity of the ambassador is almost certain... a senior diplomat of the Intis Republic, ambassador to the Kingdom of Loen..."

"I wonder what that important item he wants to get is..."

As his thoughts swirled, Klein wrapped himself in spirituality and fell rapidly downward.

As soon as he returned to the room, he immediately looked around vigilantly but did not find any unusual changes.

Phew, Klein exhaled silently, and felt more confident that he could gather the Tarot Club members on time tomorrow afternoon.

He dug out the Backlund map he had bought on the steam train and looked for the telegraph office along the subway line, not far from the center of the street.

Backlund currently only has a few subway lines, and Klein quickly identified three targets: one in the West District, one in the St. George District, and one at the intersection of the East District and the Backlund Bridge area.

He recalled the attire and class positioning of most of the pedestrians in the dream, and got the final answer:

The third place!

The place where the East District and the Backlund Bridge area intersect!

Sometimes, interpreting revelations also requires a wealth of real-world knowledge and corresponding reasoning abilities... Klein laughed at himself and walked to the desk. He added another sentence after the previous statement, making the content on the paper richer:

"I don't know the whereabouts of Ian Wright. I haven't seen him since I found Zerrel's body. However, I learned through my own channels that Ian Wright once appeared in the telegraph office on White Rum Street."

After finishing writing, Klein did not fold the paper, nor did he light it with his spiritual power. Instead, he let it spread out on the desk, revealing its contents at will.

After a deep gaze, Klein returned to the bed, undressed, and went to sleep.

Outside the tightly closed curtains, the red moon emerged from the clouds, shining brightly and perfectly.

…………

Inside a house in Hillston.

Fors, who slept separately from Xio, suddenly sat up, stretched out her hands, and covered her head.

Her fairly good-looking face had been distorted to the extreme, looking as hideous as a demon.

Fors held both sides of his ears and kept rolling around in his body, as if he was fighting against the illusory mumbling.

Sweat beads appeared on her forehead and veins bulged on the back of her hands.

Her body was sometimes tense and sometimes rolling, and her light blue eyes, which originally had a playful and lazy look, were now filled with pain.

In the depths of the pupil, there seemed to be countless lights and shadows changing and overlapping.

“No!” Fors finally couldn’t bear it anymore and let out a low scream.

Her hands no longer covered her ears, and she began to pull at her hair, as if trying to fight pain with pain.

After twisting and wriggling for several minutes, Fors finally stopped.

She loosened her hands and saw the handfuls of curly brown hair. She smiled weakly to herself and said:

"I lied to Xio. I told her that the mumbling every full moon had no bad effect on me...at least hair loss is a very serious problem..."

Fors sat up with difficulty and looked at the curtain that half-covered the window. Through the gap, she saw the dreamy crimson full moon outside.

"It's getting worse each time. Will I lose control next time?" Fors whispered, no longer able to suppress the weakness that was usually buried deep in her heart.

She tried to separate the bracelet that allowed people to teleport through the spirit world from herself, but this did not make the full moon whisper disappear.

She tried taking sedatives, chanting the name of the God of Steam and Machinery, and performing some ritual magic, but none of them could change her current situation of gradually sliding into the abyss.

“It would be nice if I could understand what the whispers are saying… I hope to die with understanding, rather than being buried in confusion… Maybe, maybe, after I advance to Sequence 8, I’ll be able to hear more clearly? However, I’ve never met anyone selling the formula for the ‘Master of Magic’.” Fors stared out the window, her eyes dyed red by the moonlight.

…………

On Monday morning, Klein, who had not slept well, woke up early and got out of bed.

He walked to the desk, ready to pull the curtains and open the window to let in both the light and the wind from outside.

Just then, he caught sight of the piece of paper spread out on the desk out of the corner of his eye.

It was facing the window, still lying there in its original position.

However, Klein clearly remembered that before he went to bed last night, the paper was facing the chair and the bed!

After just one sleep, it turned upside down and changed its direction!

Klein's pupils constricted, and he suddenly reached out to pull open the curtain. He saw that the bay window was still tightly closed, not letting in any wind!

In the absence of wind, the paper rotated half a circle by itself!

No, someone came in without my noticing! Klein felt a chill running down his spine to his head.

He was in his sleep and had no reaction at all!

This means that he was almost at the mercy of others, and his life or death depended solely on the other party's mood and thoughts!

Is he a member of a special military department, or a powerful extraordinary person sent by the ambassador? Judging from the fact that the paper did not return to its original state and remained upside down, it is more likely the latter, indicating a certain warning... He was able to sneak in so silently, which is amazing... Should I thank him for his kindness? No, why didn't he do something convenient? There must be a reason... I don't want to alert the special military department members who are monitoring the surroundings? Klein's thoughts surged, and he couldn't help thinking a lot.

He wrote those words last night and spread the paper out on the desk so that people could see them, so that the ambassador could get what he wanted to know, and so that possible retaliation could be postponed until the matter was over, giving him more time to prepare.

However, Klein had originally expected that the other party would sneak in while he was out and the military's special department's surveillance of the house would be weakened. Who knew that he could actually bypass the Beyonders around him and quietly enter the bedroom while he was still sleeping.

The feeling of having your life and death controlled by others is very uncomfortable!

“A very powerful Beyonder, or one with very strange abilities…” Klein turned around, facing the bay window, and took out a one-penny copper coin.

"Someone broke into this room last night."

…

He recited the words silently and, using his body as a cover, flicked the coin upwards.

The coin rolled and jumped, falling down before it reached Klein's shoulder, landing in his open palm.

This time the number is facing up.

This means no!

It means no one sneaked into Klein’s bedroom last night!

The paper wouldn't turn for no reason... Am I sleepwalking? No, I could stay awake even when the captain invaded my dream... Klein frowned immediately and thought of two possibilities:

"First, the divination results were interfered with and misled."

"Second, the person who infiltrated was not a human!"