In the dim crimson moonlight, Klein threw back the quilt and climbed up.

For a fortune teller, paying attention to dreams is the most basic quality, and the dream just now could definitely not be explained as a simple nightmare.

He put on relatively comfortable clothes, came to the full-length mirror, and whispered:

"I dreamed of the blood-stained door in that room."

The bodyguard's figure slowly appeared on the mirror, and she replied expressionlessly:

"The influence of the evil spirit's aura."

“This will gradually diminish until it disappears.”

I see... Klein nodded slightly, returned to the bed, picked up the gold-cased pocket watch, opened it and took a look.

Seeing that it was still early, he lay down again to sleep. This time, his dream was fragmented and there was no trace of what had just happened.

The next day, Sunday morning, Klein made himself a soft-boiled egg and served it with buttered bread.

In the Kingdom of Loen, or in other words, in all the countries of the Northern Continent, reading newspapers during breakfast is a must for gentlemen. Klein is no exception, and he spread out the subscribed copies of the Tussock Newspaper, the Backlund Post, and the Backlund Morning Post.

"The Government Employees Uniform Examination Act has been officially passed by the Senate. The first round of examinations will be held in early December, the second round of examinations will be held at the end of January next year, and the final interview will be held two weeks later... Within a week, the government will announce the positions and requirements involved in this examination and begin the registration process... Reporters speculate that most of these will be held in Backlund..." Klein scanned the content line by line, picked up the cup, and took a sip of Xibe black tea.

He couldn't help but think of Benson, and said to himself:

"The bill was passed at the end of September, the positions were announced in early October, the registration was completed in early November, and the examinations began in early December... The schedule was very tight and unreasonable, which was enough to show the urgency of the king and the prime minister."

"But this is very beneficial to Benson. He prepared more than two months earlier than others. Even if he can't compare to those elite college graduates, he will definitely be better than most other people. And the positions those elites want to seek will not overlap with his."

"He should be fine..."

Klein wanted to tap his chest four times to draw a crimson moon and pray that the goddess would protect him, but when he thought of the bodyguard nearby, he forced himself to suppress the urge. After all, he claimed to believe in the god of steam and machinery.

After eating the last bite of bread, he continued reading the newspaper:

"Both the upper and lower houses passed a bill to establish the 'Kingdom Air Pollution Investigation Committee', allowing the government to set up this agency... The next month will be a critical period for all parties to compete for the qualifications of the committee members..."

“…a separate position of Alkali Industry Prosecutor was approved, targeting plants producing acids and alkalis to minimize their pollution levels.”

"...There is no advertisement for Ernst Company's purchase of goods on the fifth page. I don't need to think about attending the Beyonder gathering tomorrow night..."

…………

Tingen, 2 Daffodil Street.

Benson read the news in the newspaper over and over again silently, completely forgetting the bread on the plate.

"Has the Unified Examination Act passed?" Melissa, wearing a black long skirt, turned her head to look at her brother who was behaving abnormally.

In the past few days, newspapers have been hyping up the proposals that will be passed at this meeting.

Benson finally put down the newspaper, wiped his black hair, and exhaled slowly:

"Yes."

At this moment, the two of them suddenly fell silent. The house was so quiet that there was not even the sound of knife and fork hitting the plate.

The indescribable atmosphere was broken by the maid Bella coming out of the kitchen. Benson smiled and said:

"This is something that is foreseeable. In fact, what is more important is the previous news."

“Hmm?” Melissa’s expression was unusually calm.

Benson took a bite of bread and said with a smile:

"News about Backlund Institute of Technology being reorganized into a university."

"It will officially recruit students next year. It will not have grammar and classical literature exams, but will focus on technical content, which is very suitable for graduates and students of technical schools across the country."

"Melissa, I think you could give it a try."

“But…” Melissa retorted subconsciously.

Benson interrupted her and said with a smile:

"Its tuition will be half the price of universities like Tingen, Perth, Hoy, and Backlund, and will be equivalent to the Constanton Technical University in Jianhai County. There will also be more scholarship opportunities. Melissa, don't you like machinery, steam, and this aspect? This is the best opportunity for you to get in touch with more advanced and in-depth knowledge."

"How about giving it a try? Don't worry about wasting money. Although that money can allow us to maintain our current life without working, we are still young and cannot define our lives like this. Look, my grammar has improved a lot compared to a few months ago."

"Um... maybe it would be better if we change the environment."

"I know you don't want to leave Tingen, don't want to leave this place. Well, we will come back eventually, but not when we are young."

Melissa turned her head to look at the various parts on the coffee table, and said with her lips moving a few times:

"What about Bella..."

After Klein passed away, she originally didn't want to hire a maid to do odd jobs, but when she thought about the miserable life that Bella might face after losing her job, she gave up the plan. After all, the extra expense of 5 soli per week was nothing to the Moretti family, whose annual income was at least 300 pounds.

In response, Benson shook his head and laughed:

"There are still several months to go, so Bella can look for a new job in advance. Before that, we will continue to pay her and give her a bedroom. Moreover, her cooking skills are much better than before, so she can definitely apply for a job as a family chef. Unfortunately... Haha, of course, the premise of everything is that you can pass the entrance exam of Backlund University of Technology." read_middle();

He wanted to say that it was a pity that Bella didn't learn cooking for too long, but after looking at Melissa's gloomy expression, he forced himself to change the subject.

Without waiting for Melissa to say anything else, Benson smiled and touched his hair:

"I plan to resign tomorrow and concentrate on preparing for the exam. I heard that most of the positions this time are in Backlund, which is exactly my goal. I hope we can go there together."

Melissa was silent for a moment, and finally nodded slowly.

At the same time, she put down her knife and fork, picked up her napkin and wiped her mouth.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

"Okay." Benson watched his sister get up and leave the table, the smile on his face quickly disappearing.

He took out the silver pocket watch with the vine pattern, looked at it carefully, and sighed very quietly.

…………

Throughout the day on Sunday, Klein was busy running around several public libraries in Cherwood, trying to find information related to Viscount Pound. However, this viscount's family did not have a separate biography, nor did it attract the interest of any historian to conduct specialized research.

Everything about them was scattered in different corners of various historical materials. Klein, who didn't have the "search" function, felt his head throbbing as he faced the vast sea of ​​books and papers.

He spent six hours looking through a lot of information but still failed to obtain any useful information.

"We must find someone who has extensive research on aristocratic history to help us. Alternatively, we can bribe the police and get Baronet Pound's current address. He is a nobleman, and the police department must have corresponding records. There are not many nobles." Klein returned home, stood in front of the wash mirror, and spoke to the air.

The mirror surface quickly outlined the bodyguard's Gothic court dress and the black bonnet on her head.

She nodded slightly, as if agreeing with Klein's idea.

Then, her illusory and elusive voice came out:

"The employment is over."

I know. It’s been three days… Klein thought for a moment and said:

"If I can get any clues about the Pound family, would you like to know?"

The bodyguard didn't answer, but nodded slightly.

"Hmm... through Maric?" Klein asked.

After nodding again, the bodyguard bent down, lifted her skirt and bowed.

Her figure quickly disappeared, and everything reflected in the mirror was no longer special.

Klein looked around but did not relax. He prepared dinner step by step and filled his stomach.

When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he returned to the bedroom, drew the curtains, took out the iron cigarette box, and reached out to touch the "all-black eye" left by Rosago.

Waves of illusory roars immediately swept through his mind, seeming to tear his spirit apart and destroy his thoughts.

Klein struggled to fight the pain that felt like his head was about to explode, and once again saw the thin black lines spreading out from different parts of his body.

They are densely packed, unreal and terrifying, stretching to infinity.

Klein looked around and didn't find any other black lines. He finally confirmed that the bodyguard had left.

He quickly let go and escaped the negative influence. It took him dozens of seconds to recover completely.

“Huh, I can finally go above the gray fog and verify the inspiration I had earlier…” Klein muttered to himself silently and quickly arranged the ritual, summoning himself and responding to himself.

Then, in spirit form, he carried the Azik copper whistle, picked up the iron cigarette box, and returned to the gray fog.

Klein sat at the head of the ancient long table. He rubbed his fingers to create spiritual flames and burned the bloodstained documents and other no longer needed items in the corner.

After doing all this, he opened the iron cigarette box and found, as expected, that the "all-black eye" had become calm and no longer revealed madness all the time. However, that influence and that pollution were still deposited inside, but it was no longer active, as if it was hibernating.

“Sure enough, we can’t separate them directly…” Klein whispered, and a man in a hooded robe materialized on the chair opposite the ancient long table.

Just like the previous attempts to create a clone, this man was dull and stiff, and it was obvious that he was not a real person, so he could not deceive the members of the Tarot Club.

However, Klein already had an idea for this.

He stretched out his hand and grasped the "All-Black Eye". There was a silence in his ears, and no more horrible roars were heard.

With the help of this extraordinary characteristic of gathering, he saw that there were also thin black lines floating out from the dummy opposite him**.

Then, Klein carefully let his spirituality spread out through the Eye of All Black and touch several of the illusory threads.

Suddenly, he felt something was being held.

As soon as he thought about it, the dummy immediately raised his hand.

Sure enough, it works! I can use the power of the "Master of Secret Dolls" to create a fake Tarot Club member! However, this consumes a lot of energy, and I can't maintain a second one... Well, the symbol on the back of the chair will not change accordingly, but Miss Justice and the others can't see it... Klein happily began to practice repeatedly, and even mastered the skills of how to manipulate the other person's throat and mouth to make it speak.

When his spiritual energy was almost exhausted, he smiled and looked at the dummy opposite him and said:

"Welcome, new member. Which tarot card would you like to draw?"

After saying that, he closed his mouth, and the dummy opposite raised his hand and touched his chin, laughing hoarsely:

"world!"

"I choose the card 'World'."

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