Sivelas County is located in the west of the Kingdom of Loen, across the Honachis Mountains from the Republic of Intis. In Backlund, there is a street named after it, located on the edge of Queens, where the headquarters of the Capital Police Department is located.

Many people choose to settle on this street for the sake of peace of mind, and Raft Pound is one of them.

In the street-facing house at No. 29, the baronet, wearing velvet pajamas, stood in the warm living room, standing by the closed window, staring at the Sivella Square diagonally opposite.

He was just in his early forties, but already had gray hair on his temples, puffy eye bags, and obvious wrinkles, and he seemed to reek of alcohol all the time.

Some torn women's underwear was scattered on the floor behind Rafter, and a fire was burning in the fireplace in the distance.

The baronet raised the glass in his hand, drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, then slowly walked to the door, intending to go back to his bedroom to sleep.

Because there was no pipe attached to the fireplace to transmit heat, as soon as he left the living room, he felt the bone-chilling chill of late autumn.

"Damn it!" Rafter Pound cursed under his breath, staggered to the bedroom door and turned the handle.

The bedroom was dark, with only a faint crimson light shining in.

Just as Raft was about to close the door and fall back on the bed, his eyes suddenly froze.

There was a figure sitting quietly on the chair next to the curtain!

The figure was wearing gray-blue clothes and pants, and a dark baseball cap, and his entire body was hidden in the shadows.

Noticing Baron Pound's gaze, the figure slowly raised his head and looked over.

His face was covered with red, yellow, white and other colored paints, making him look like the funniest clown!

Just as Luft was about to shout and turn around to run away, he saw a revolver pointed at him and heard two low, hoarse words:

"I advise you not to do anything unwise."

"If you cooperate well, I won't hurt you, nor will I take your belongings, if you still have any."

Raft Pound's face changed several times. He closed the bedroom door very honestly, then half-raised his hands and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"You, what do you want me to do?" He burped and reminded with a trembling body, "The Sivellas Field is across the street!"

"I know, but I think I'm closer to you than Sivella Field." Klein, disguised as a clown, changed his voice and tone and warned, "And my purpose is just to ask you some questions."

——Before coming to Sivelas Street, he divined in the mysterious space above the gray fog whether this journey was dangerous and got a very safe answer.

"Problem?" Luft's lips moved for a while, and he smiled bitterly, "Here it comes again... Will I never be able to escape this nightmare?"

"A lot of people have asked about this?" Klein followed his words.

"No, I did more than just ask! After my cousin, the respected old viscount, passed away, so many things happened around me. The kind old butler resigned for no reason and no one knew where he went. The servants and maids were replaced one after another without any warning, becoming strange and cold. They were looking for something, yes, looking for something. I was less than 10 years old at the time and could only watch like that. I didn't dare tell anyone because I was afraid that I would never wake up again!" Raft answered in a rather collapsed manner.

What are you looking for? Are you looking for that underground building, or the treasure of the Pound family, for example, the Beyonder characteristics and magical items buried near the evil spirit? The royal family and the church should not have been unaware of it. The top leaders must know the indestructibility and conservation laws of Beyonder characteristics! Since the Pound family is ruined, similar things should be taken back, right? Unless the old viscount spent a lot of money to buy additional Beyonder characteristics and magical items of the same sequence to conceal the underground building... Klein listened calmly and made a lot of guesses.

He seemed relaxed, but in fact he was ready to take action at any time and asked:

"How long did this last?"

"I don't know, I don't know. There are faces around me that I don't recognize. How can I be sure that the rest of them are not accomplices? Haha, I pretended that I didn't notice anything and lived in fear for several years. Then, under their guidance, I drank, played with women, gambled, smoked marijuana, and did all kinds of things that made me look like a loser!" Luft Pound laughed a little nervously, "They finally felt relieved and stopped watching me. When I even sold the house, they, huh, left. I don't know where they went. No, they must still be secretly monitoring me and not letting me call the police. Yes, not letting me call the police!"

This guy has a mental illness... I don't know if what he said is true or not. The change in his emotions is very logical, but what if he just feels guilty about the old viscount, so he imagined such a drama to find a reason for his own depravity, and then he kept suggesting to himself and completely believed it... As a qualified keyboard expert, Klein, who knows a little bit about everything, has seen similar cases in his previous life.

He thought for two seconds and said:

"What did these people ask you?"

"They asked me how the old viscount's two children died, and asked if the old viscount had any abnormal behavior in those years. I was less than 10 years old at the time, and I knew nothing at all!" Raft waved his arms and growled in a low voice.

“Calm down, please calm down.” Klein pressed down with his left hand and turned to ask about other things, trying to confirm from multiple angles whether Baron Pound knew about the underground building.

Time passed quickly during the question and answer session. Klein said in a hoarse voice:

"You really don't seem to know anything."

"I'm sorry to bother you. I have to leave now."

He stood up, bowed slightly and saluted, appearing very well-mannered.

Almost at the same time, the frustration and excitement on Raft Pound's face disappeared instantly, and his light blue eyes became unusually deep, as if examining someone.

Seeing that the clown-dressed invader was about to stand up again, he immediately returned to his previous behavior, grief, anger, madness, bitterness, and neurosis.

At this moment, a mysterious voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Scarlet!"

Klein infused his spirituality into the Sleeping Spell and threw it at Raft with his left hand that was not holding the gun.

Amid the tiny sounds of burning, a rich and intense tranquility spread out, enveloping the baronet, causing his eyes to close uncontrollably and his body to fall limply onto the bed.

“I’m sorry. The question I asked just now was just for comparison. We still have procedures like ‘entering a dream’ and ‘communication’ to follow.” Klein patted the man’s pajamas, put his hand on his chest, and bowed again.

Then, he used the "Dream Spell" and entered the other person's dream like a nightmare.

In the gray, fragmented, and constantly flashing world, Klein walked beside Raft soberly and rationally. He watched him meet waiters and maids whose faces were blank and without facial features, which made people feel extremely terrified. He watched him always see an old face silently watching him when he turned his head. He watched him curl up in a corner, shivering, and watched him being shrouded by shadows little by little.

This is consistent with his description just now... Klein tried to guide him to figure out the whole story, but Baron Pound seemed to have a very serious psychological trauma from those things. At the slightest stimulation, he would scream and run wildly in his dreams.

This made it impossible for Klein to obtain more information.

So he exited the dream, gave Raft Pound another "Sleeping Spell", then took out "Amanda" hydrosol and other materials, and prepared to start the spiritual ceremony.

After responding to himself, Klein's spirit penetrated the storm of thoughts and saw the other party's illusory figure, an illusory figure based on the mental body.

"What did the old viscount say to you before he died?" Klein pondered for a moment and asked.

Raft Pound replied in a daze:

"He asked me to maintain the family."

"What else?" Klein asked again in a deliberately affirmative tone.

"Let me remember the glory of my ancestors." Raft responded blankly.

Klein nodded slightly and asked:

"What are those people looking for?"

"I don't know." Raft still gave the same answer as before.

Klein continued to ask questions, comparing them with his previous ones, and concluded that Baron Pound did not lie and that what he had just said was true enough.

At this point, he no longer stopped, penetrated the opponent's thought storm, and let the spreading spirituality return to his body.

Then, Klein cleaned up the scene in an orderly manner and took out the Azik copper whistle and threw it a few times, using its status to interfere with any subsequent divination investigations.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation, Mr. Baronet." After doing all this, Klein, who was covered in clown paint, bowed again.

Then he turned, opened the window, jumped into the street, and disappeared into the night.

After a moment, Raft Pound suddenly opened his eyes.

There was a circle of bursting capillaries around those light blue eyes!

He sat up suddenly and stared at the open bay window.

…………

After a long detour to the East District, Klein washed off his disguise, changed into normal clothes, and returned to No. 15 Minsk Street in Cherwood District as if nothing had happened.

He did not rest there, nor did he think about what to do with the underground building next, but instead went into the gray fog again.

At the top of the ancient long table, Klein slowly spread out his palms, revealing a few strands of brown hair. They were from Raft Pound, hair he collected before he "entered" the other person's dream.

There is one last step, which is to confirm it through divination above the gray fog... Klein muttered to himself silently, and materialized a pen and paper, writing down what he had thought of before:

"The future of Raft Pound."

I want to see what will happen to you in the future, to verify your past! Klein leaned back in his chair and silently recited the divination sentence.

Because the ancient building involved six orthodox gods, he was afraid that there would be problems with direct divination, so he changed his mind and asked about the future for Raft Pound!