When he heard the illusory and overlapping voices of prayer, Klein was sitting in a carriage, returning to Boklund Street from St. Samuel's Church.

A woman... not too anxious... He could only make the most rough judgment on this and could not immediately respond above the gray fog.

After glancing at the gas street lamps outside the window that dispelled the darkness, Klein retracted his gaze, picked up the white glazed porcelain inlaid with gold teacup, and took a sip.

Richardson, who was standing beside him, saw this and mustered up the courage to say:

"Sir, I have figured it out. You are right. Everyone grows up from having no experience or very little experience. Thank you for giving me such an opportunity to grow."

After confirming the death of Godops and his gang, he finally stopped worrying and began to think about his career.

Changing employers repeatedly within a short period of time was a huge stain on a servant. Once he resigned from Dwayne Dantès, Richardson believed that it would be difficult for him to continue working as a valet.

This would be a huge loss to him.

This is not only because the annual salary of a valet is at least 25 pounds, which is far higher than other non-management positions and is equivalent to the mistress's valet, but also because valet and valet are the servants with the greatest chance of becoming butlers!

They follow the master or mistress, help them with trivial matters, act as their mouthpiece, and as their assistants, they can effectively develop their own abilities, fully master the various skills of a butler, and thereby become the confidants of their employer. As long as there is an opportunity, they can relatively easily become a manor deacon, assistant butler, or deputy butler, and gradually be promoted to butler.

Richardson did desire a peaceful life, but that didn't mean he was willing to be a servant forever. He undoubtedly wanted to get more salary and a higher status through his own efforts, and being a butler in a wealthy family was his ultimate goal.

“It’s not too late to understand now.” Klein responded with a smile and allowed Richardson to stay.

Back at 160 Böklund Street, he asked the housekeeper Tanya to ask the kitchen to prepare a midnight snack for him at 11:30, while he went up to the third floor, took off his coat and went into the bathroom.

At this time, the maid had already put hot water of appropriate temperature in the bathtub five minutes in advance.

Klein didn't rush to take a bath. He came above the gray fog and figured out who was praying just now.

Mr. X... The Traveler... Miss Magician is quite efficient... Unknowingly, she has grown up... Klein muttered to himself.

After careful consideration, he manifested the "world" Gehrman Sparrow and had the dummy pray in the diffuse gray fog:

"…Give me the time, the place, and more intelligence. Only then can I act."

Klein's idea was simple. The ability of the "Traveler" was quite useful, but it was difficult for Dwayne Dantès to leave Böklund Street or stay in the room for a long time. If Miss Magician could provide detailed and reliable information, an assassination would not affect anything. However, if the "world" was asked to collect information bit by bit from the outside, it would definitely not be possible and would affect more important things.

Soon, the "magician" Fors responded:

"...I will collect them as soon as possible."

Because Mr. X's next party had not yet been scheduled for when and where, she could only wait patiently.

After finalizing the matter, Klein returned to the real world, stripped himself naked, and lay in the bathtub.

The warm water wrapped around him, and he squinted his eyes comfortably, feeling the fatigue of his body and mind being washed away bit by bit.

He had been to St. Samuel Church several times during this period to listen to Bishop Elektra's explanation of the "Apocalypse of the Night", and he also mastered the images and characteristics of the two internal guards. However, because there had been no repetitions, he still could not determine the pattern of the guards' rotating duty.

Such behavior would also bring trouble. Klein opened his eyes, looked at the mist above, and sighed in his heart:

"The first review should be coming soon..."

A person who frequently goes in and out of the inner area of ​​St. Samuel's Cathedral will most likely be scrutinized by the "Night Watchers", and since his origins are not so clear, similar things are almost inevitable.

If there is no review, it would be a serious dereliction of duty for the Nighthawks... Klein exhaled slowly.

…………

In the basement of St. Samuel's Church, Leonard slowly walked out of a quiet and silent room.

His emerald green eyes now seemed to be stained with strange black water, with countless illusory bubbles and ripples appearing and disappearing.

"Not bad, you've become a Requiem Master so quickly, you're almost catching up with me." Daly Simone, who was standing in the corridor, congratulated in a teasing and self-deprecating manner.

She was still wearing a black robe with a hood, and had blue eyeshadow and blush on, giving her a kind of enchanting beauty.

When Leonard saw this familiar lady, he felt that her temperament had become even colder, as if there were countless shadows hiding around her, layer upon layer, deep and cold.

"Obviously, I still have a long way to go to catch up with you. With your current condition, you should be able to be promoted to 'gatekeeper', right?" Leonard was not too casual in front of Daly and spoke more seriously, because if he joked, he would be the one blushing and embarrassed in the end, not the lady.

——“Gatekeeper” is Sequence 5 of the “Dead Soul” Path.

"It could have been done two months ago." Daly said without hiding anything, with a slightly distorted expression.

Leonard probably understood the reason and nodded slightly:

"Haven't accumulated enough merit yet?"

Daly curled her lips and said:

"right.

"It's like getting ready for bed and realizing you don't have any condoms at home, and it's night outside and most of the stores in the neighborhood are closed!"

What a wonderful metaphor... Leonard couldn't respond, so he could only smile and say:

“You can take over some things proactively.”

Without giving Daly a chance to speak, he pointed to the other end of the corridor:

"Captain Soest is still waiting for my report on the promotion."

Daly said nothing and watched him leave.

When his back disappeared around the corner, the lady's expression became dazed for a moment, and she whispered to herself:

"Captain Soest..."

In the room where Leonard's Red Gloves team was temporarily stationed, Soest, who had just become a "spiritual wizard", saw this sloppy subordinate coming in and casually threw a document over:

"Very good, you have been promoted. I will congratulate you later. First, do a dream review of the target."

It was already late at night, but for the "Night Watchmen" with the "Sleepless Ones" as the main force, there was not much difference from daytime, and they themselves became even stronger.

"Isn't this a mission for the local Nighthawks?" Leonard asked casually as he took the document.

"They have a lot of things to do recently and are short of manpower, so they asked us to help." Soster explained nonchalantly.

Leonard didn't ask any more questions. He immediately lowered his head and started looking through the documents.

The first thing that caught his eye was a photo, and the middle-aged gentleman in the photo left a deep impression on him!

"Dwayne Dantes..." Leonard's pupils shrank suddenly.

He knew this gentleman and knew that he was an undead monster that survived the Fourth Epoch. He was at least at the level of a saint, or even stronger!

And he knew my secret, and the old man's identity... Leonard instinctively raised his hand and rubbed his temple:

"Captain Sost, I have just been promoted, and my spirituality is still a little out of control."

"I see..." Soest realized that he seemed to have made a mistake, and turned to the other red glove and said, "Albert, you come."

Albert was a man in his thirties with yellowish hair, slightly pale skin, and a physique that did not look very strong.

Leonard breathed a sigh of relief and handed the document in his hand to the other party.

At this moment, his heart suddenly skipped a beat: Would Albert be adversely affected by entering the dream of that undead monster?

At this moment, he felt a little regretful and thought that he should do this himself. At least he was aware of the danger and had dealt with the other party before, so he would not offend them.

Dwayne Dantès would not do anything to Albert... If he overreacted and caused Albert to behave abnormally, his problems would be immediately exposed to us. With the strength of the church and Backlund's condition, he would not be able to leave this metropolis alive... Leonard quickly calmed down, believing that Dwayne Dantès would use a gentler method to circumvent the censorship in his dream.

He pulled up a chair and sat next to Albert, seemingly reading the newspaper casually, but in fact he was keeping an eye on him to prevent any accidents.

…………

160 Böklund Street, master bedroom.

Klein suddenly woke up from his dream and realized that an "outsider" had arrived.

The review of the Nighthawks? He muttered, looking around and found himself in the half-open room.

Then he heard knocks on the door.

“Come in…” Klein tried to make his voice sound like he was talking in his sleep.

The handle turned, the door opened, and a thin, blond man wearing a black windbreaker walked in. It was Albert with red gloves.

“Inspector of the Backlund Police Department.” Albert casually showed his ID and sat down opposite Klein.

“What’s up, officer?” Klein got into the mood.

He knew that due to the influence of his "nightmare" ability, he should behave normally at this time.

Albert materialized a stack of papers and read in a low voice:

"Dwayne Dantès, male, from Dicey County..."

He roughly recounted the information he had collected so far, and finally asked:

“Is this information true?”

"It's partly true and partly false." Klein responded "honestly" in the dream.

The only true parts were probably "male" and "no female companion"... At the same time, he laughed at himself in his heart.

Albert was slightly pleased to see that progress had been made, and said with a stern face:

“Which ones are false?”

Klein was prepared for this, so he recalled:

"My wealth does not come from mines, but from adventures in the southern continent."

Combining Anderson's description of the situation in West Balam, he fabricated a story about how a commoner gained wealth through eloquence, intelligence, experience, and boldness in a region where Loen and Intis often clashed.

This story is not very detailed, it is just an outline. Its main purpose is to make the Nighthawks believe that Dwayne Dantès is an ordinary person with an adventurous spirit, not an extraordinary person. There are many similar rumors about getting rich in Loen, and they are not uncommon.

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