After a while of soothing, Allen Kress and Velma Gladys finally calmed the baby down.

Phew… The tall and thin Alan breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, nodded apologetically to the guest, and took a few seconds to organize his words:

"Sorry, all kids are like that."

“Yes.” Klein responded with a smile, indicating that he didn’t mind at all.

Then, he changed the subject and continued to share what he saw and heard in East and West Balam.

During this process, he once again used his extraordinary ability to make all the ordinary people in the living room fall into an illusion. He then picked up the unfinished ice cream, changed it for a silver spoon, stood up with a smile, walked to the baby carriage, and asked gently:

"Will, do you want to eat?"

Without waiting for the fleshy guy wrapped in silver silk to respond, he said in a softer voice:

"You are born now, so you should be able to fold paper cranes. This way I don't have to visit you so often. You know, this can easily arouse suspicion."

Will Auceptin Chris glared at him but did not answer.

Klein did not flinch. He took a piece of good quality white paper from the side and put it in the stroller.

Then he leaned over and scooped out a little ice cream with a silver spoon.

“All gifts from fate have already been secretly marked with a price, haven’t they?” Klein said with a low laugh as he moved the silver spoon in his hand.

Will, who was lying in the stroller, raised his left hand, wiped his tear-stained face, and muttered:

"For extraordinary people on the path of 'Destiny', they must first pay for what is on the price list, and then wait for the gift."

As he spoke, the chubby baby grabbed the piece of white paper and folded the paper crane with a little difficulty and a little sobbing.

Klein stood in front of the stroller, holding the silver spoon steady, and watched the scene with a smile.

…………

A carriage set out from Pinster Street and drove towards St. Samuel's Church.

When passing by the house at 160 Böklund Street, Leonard Mitchell glanced through the car window and said as if talking to himself:

"Dwayne Dantès is back too."

That slightly old voice immediately rang in his mind:

"Fates will eventually intersect."

"Old man, after you woke up, you looked more and more like a charlatan." Leonard couldn't help but sneer.

Pales Zoroast laughed twice but did not respond.

After arriving at St. Samuel's Church, Leonard, led by a priest, entered the study of Archbishop Saint Anthony of Backlund.

Anthony Stevenson was wearing a black and red robe, with deep eyes and a beardless face. Standing in the shadow created by the cabinet, he looked like an unknown existence watching everything from the depths of darkness, making people feel fear for no reason.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop, what is it that you have summoned me for?" Although Leonard had expected this, he still gave a rather unstandard salute.

Anthony nodded slightly and said:

"You have made enough contributions to apply to become a Sequence 5 Spirit Wizard. However, your Requiem Potion has not been fully digested, so I will pull you out of the Soest team and assign you some tasks alone."

Leonard responded according to the procedure:

"You may command me."

Anthony picked up a stack of papers on the desk and said:

"There are suspected haunted incidents here. Investigate them one by one. Focus on comforting rather than purifying. If you need assistance, you can select candidates from the Nighthawks in the area involved."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop." For similar things, Leonard would take the initiative to do them even if St. Anthony did not order him to do so. Therefore, he had no objection to such assignments.

After taking the stack of papers, he flipped through them casually and said:

"Your Excellency the Archbishop, what is Captain Soest's team doing right now?"

Although he had been focused on revenge for more than half a year, and seemed lazy on the surface but introverted on the inside, and had not established a deep friendship with the members of the "Red Gloves" team, they were still teammates who had fought side by side and experienced danger together, so it was inevitable that he would care about them more.

"They are working with Krestey to complete a mission." Anthony Stevenson did not give a detailed answer.

Lord Cecima has also come to Backlund... Leonard didn't ask any more questions and tapped his chest four times clockwise:

"May the goddess bless you all."

"Praise the goddess." Anthony returned the gesture with the same gesture.

After leaving the archbishop's study, Leonard went downstairs, ready to go underground, find a quiet room, list the tasks that needed to be done in a table, and mark the order of priority.

On the way, while walking on the stairs, he subconsciously looked up at the stained glass windows high up.

The sunlight shining in from there makes the colorful patterns more solemn and the floating dust and tiny flying insects appear clearly.

Seeing this scene, Leonard suddenly remembered the old man's description of Amon, and inexplicably had the illusion that the air was full of that "blasphemer".

He trembled inwardly, and then a doubt arose, and he lowered his voice and said:

"Old man, I have a question."

"What?" Pales Zoroast asked slowly.

Leonard lowered his voice and said:

"Why didn't you parasitize the flying insects? They are smaller and more hidden. They can easily hide in the church without worrying about being found by Amon."

"How long can a flying insect live? Constantly changing its host is a huge drain on itself. Not only will it not be able to recover bit by bit through parasitism, but it will also become worse and its life will be shortened." Pallez Zoroast snorted.

Leonard suddenly realized something and asked:

"What about other creatures? Those that can live longer and sneak into the church without being noticed?"

Pales Zoroast immediately sneered:

"It seems that you have never taken some of my words to heart, and you will suffer a great loss in the future!

"On the path of transcendence, the higher the sequence, the more madness and loss of control tendencies accumulate. This is the nature of the characteristic, and it can only be suppressed and resisted, not eliminated.

"So, for the 'parasite', this factor must be considered when choosing a host. If it parasitizes an ordinary animal, it is fine for a short period of time, but if it lasts for a long time, it will inevitably be affected by the body structure and hormones. Haha, everything is mutual, isn't it? The 'parasite' can affect the host, and the host will in turn affect him.

"When you are living in the body of an ordinary animal, you have to talk to people frequently and remember your past identity. This puts you at a very high risk of being exposed. If you don't do this, you will be influenced by the host and gradually become speechless, confused about your self-positioning, and unable to figure out who you are. You will be gradually overwhelmed by the tendency to go crazy and out of control."

Leonard was inexplicably shocked when he heard this, and nodded slightly:

"I see... no wonder you are so strict in choosing your host."

"Are you trying to brag about yourself?" Pales Zoroast said with a click of his tongue. "For us, the most suitable parasite is undoubtedly the Beyonder of this path. All aspects of our parasites will be synchronized. Moreover, after training them one sequence at a time, we can make them a supplement to our own Beyonder powers and a special medicine for our self-state, and take over that body for ourselves."

Listening to the old man speaking so calmly about such evil and terrible things, Leonard frowned slightly and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, because it meant that the other party would not do that to him.

Pales Zoroast continued:

"The next best choices are Beyonders of the Fortune Teller and Apprentice paths. Absorbing their power will not put too much of a burden on the Parasite's state, and it can recover relatively quickly.

"The worst ones are Beyonders who have brains from other sources. At least they can communicate well and cooperate.

"As for you, hehe..."

Leonard was about to say something back to the old man when he suddenly saw a bishop walking down the stairs. He quickly shut his mouth, held the handrail, and quickened his pace.

…………

7:30 p.m., 39 Böklund Street, Congressman Macht's home.

Klein, who was wearing a tuxedo, got off the carriage while buttoning up his clothes. He walked into the lobby under the backdrop of the lights and fountains, and saw Mori Macht, who was wearing an olive green military uniform, an orange ribbon, and a combat medal.

His wife, Liana, was wearing a long off-shoulder dress and smiled as she said to Dwayne Dantès:

"Welcome, our traveler. Everyone is waiting for you to share your experiences in East and West Balam."

“Should I find a newspaper and start a travel column?” Klein responded jokingly.

Senator Macht knew exactly what business Dwayne Dantès was going to do in the southern continent, and it all came from his introduction, so after exchanging a smile with him, he took the initiative to step forward, gave him a hug, and said in a low voice:

“Good job!”

Klein smiled and nodded, then asked:

"Do you like the gift?"

He was referring to the bottle of River Valley wine that could be used to make a sour cocktail.

"It's great, that's the taste I miss." Congressman Macht said sincerely.

Klein was about to enter the hall when he noticed something was wrong. He glanced around casually and asked with a little confusion:

“Ms. Hazel isn’t here?

"Have you gone to the girls' school?"

Madam Liana sighed and shook her head:

"No, she is only ill, and will not go to public school till September."

“Have you caught a cold?” Klein expressed the concern a guest should have.

Senator Macht smiled helplessly:

"No, she was bitten by a mad rat when she went to the suburban estate a few days ago, and the wound has not yet healed completely."

Hazel was bitten... by a mad rat... Klein nodded thoughtfully:

“Did you see a doctor?

"Well, was the mouse caught?"

"The doctor gave her an injection to prevent infection." Councilman Macht said simply, "The mouse has not been found yet. Maybe we should keep a few cats in the manor."