160 Böklund Street, the residence of Dawn Dantes.

Klein stood in front of the French window, watching the patter of rain falling with the wind, hitting the ground, landing on the glass, and weaving into a web.

Since the beginning of autumn, Backlund has begun to experience heavy rains again, which has brought with it lingering cold and humidity.

Klein did not move for a long time. He stared into the distance silently at the blurry rain scene with unfocused eyes.

It was not until inspiration struck him that he restrained his thoughts that were falling like drizzling rain and turned his head to look to the side.

Renette Tinicole, holding four blond, red-eyed heads, walked out of the void while biting a letter.

"Who sent it this time?" Klein asked the messenger out of habit.

The last letter he received was from Sharon, who told him that she had successfully passed the ritual and was promoted to Sequence 4 "Puppet" on the "Prisoner" path.

Klein first congratulated the other party sincerely, then apologized and told him that he had already obtained what he wanted and would not be going to Calderon City in the spiritual world in the short term.

Of course, he also said that there were some big secrets hidden there, which might be related to himself, and he would probably go there after a while. By then, if Miss Sharon was free and willing, he hoped to get her help.

- For Klein, on the one hand, he might have to go there to find materials for his future promotion. On the other hand, he believed that the magical city involved the ancient god of death, the ancestor of the phoenix, Gray Carrie, and might have a way to cure Mr. Azik's "spiritual defect". Even if he couldn't give this "archon of death" a chance to be promoted, he hoped that he would no longer suffer from amnesia.

Of course, Klein also had a plan in mind. That was to wait until he was promoted to Sequence 3 "Ancient Scholar" and prepare more "Yesterday Reappearance" spells for Mr. Azik, or directly use the corresponding Beyonder ability to help him recover quickly every time he lost his memory.

At this time, Klein had already received the letter, and the four heads of Renette, Tinicole, and Cole responded in turn:

“That…” “Immortal…” “Of…” “Fool…”

...Patrick Braine of the Artificial Death God Faction of the Spiritual Cult... Klein easily understood who the messenger was talking about, because Patrick was the one who wrote to him most frequently in the past two months. Basically, he would report and ask for instructions on any important matters.

After a few times, Renette Tinicole gave him a nickname.

Miss Messenger had never shown any interest in this area before, and I don’t know when it started... Most of the people who write to me often have nicknames, except Miss Sharon... Klein muttered to himself as he unfolded the letter and quickly read through it.

Patrick Brian said in the letter that the order from the Southern Continent this time was no longer for him to make various attempts to awaken the "God of Death", but to prepare a special ceremony to help the angel of the death realm in the mausoleum, the leader of the artificial God of Death faction, Haitel, to recover further, so that He would have a way to temporarily leave the "self-sealed place".

On the surface, there didn't seem to be any big problem with this command, it was just a little abrupt, but Klein still noticed something was wrong.

"The Southern Continent's Spiritual Cult's Artificial Death God faction had Patrick perform strange and dangerous rituals several times before to try to awaken the 'Death God', but I instructed him to fool them with excuses such as the lack of materials and the failure of the experiment. Now, they finally suspect that there is something wrong with Patrick? Klein nodded thoughtfully.

He suspected that this was a temptation against Patrick Blaine, a temptation through a ritual pointing to an angel!

——The range of angels’ response to the ritual is the whole world.

Well, as long as they don’t suspect that there’s something wrong with the artificial Death God, it’s fine. After all, they inherited a large legacy from the ancient Balam Empire. Who knows if there’s a way to influence the goddess’s process of mastering the “uniqueness” of the “Death God” path so that neither side can gain any benefit... Klein analyzed it for a while and breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the temptation from the angel of the realm of death, he did not think it was a big problem, because The Fool could also mobilize power close to this level to interfere in the form of "Angel's Embrace". As long as the high priest named Haitel did not come directly but exerted influence from a distance, he could cleverly mislead him.

After figuring this out, Klein flicked his wrist, causing Patrick Blaine's letter to ignite with a red flame. He then returned to his desk, took out a pen and paper, and wrote:

"...You can do as your teacher tells you, but before you actually hold the ceremony, you must report to me and get my permission..."

Because the interval between replies was short, Patrick Blaine might not have left his original location yet. Klein did not summon the other party's messenger. Instead, he played the adventurer's harmonica and handed the folded letter to Renette Tinicole.

…………

In the sparse rain, Hugh, wearing a simple tree sap raincoat, hid in a dark corner, staring at the side door of Viscount Stratford's house.

At this time, it was not yet evening, but the gas street lamps had been lit one after another, emitting circles of hazy light in the rain.

After a while, a hired carriage came from a distance and stopped in front of a remote side door.

The Viscount's male servant, who was hiding in a sheltered place, immediately jumped out and opened an umbrella.

He protected the cloaked woman who got off the carriage and quickly passed through the side door, while the hired carriage stayed where it was and did not leave, as if it had collected enough money.

Xio still couldn't see the woman's appearance clearly, but she was not discouraged at all. She waited patiently in the cold rain, as if she had turned into a statue, motionless.

She planned to wait until the other party came out, try to track him and confirm his identity.

This was not only her chance to get the formula for the "Judge" potion, but also related to the purpose of her coming to Backlund - to investigate the truth behind her father's death!

It was precisely because of this motivation that Xio had insisted on monitoring Viscount Stratford until today. Other intelligence officers from MI9 had already completed their tasks on their own when nothing had happened in the previous few months. Even the man in the golden mask who had given the commission had not asked about related matters for many weeks and it was obvious that he no longer took it to heart.

In Viscount Stratford's bedroom, a pretty brown-haired girl in a silk nightgown sat in front of the dressing table, fiddling with skin care products and cosmetics as if she had discovered a treasure.

The middle-aged Viscount Stratford, wearing a men's nightgown and with wet hair, walked behind the beautiful girl and smiled at her in the mirror.

"Sherman, you no longer need them to add extra brilliance to you."

"It's just a female instinct." The girl named Sherman smiled and raised her hand, holding the Viscount's hand on her shoulder.

Viscount Stratford smiled gently.

"When you play with them, there is a sense of innocence and purity. Haha, you make me feel young again, like I'm back to when I was 17 or 18 years old."

Without waiting for Sherman to respond, he said

"My wife has passed away for several years. I thought I would continue to live like this until I was called by the Lord, but I didn't expect to meet you. After a while, when the pressure accumulated in Backlund is released, I will find an opportunity to enter the temple of marriage with you."

"Marriage...you want to marry me?" Sherman was stunned for a moment and asked in disbelief.

Viscount Stratford smiled and said

"Meeting you is God's gift. Although you are not of noble birth, I have been married once, so you don't need to worry too much about this. Of course, I will also find a way to improve your status. Well, first find a businessman and let him recognize you as his illegitimate daughter..."

He kept talking about his plan and saw Sherman's eyes in the mirror gradually become misty.

"The most precious thing about you is that if I treat you well, you will treat me well several times or even dozens of times better, without hiding anything at all." Viscount Stratford smiled and lowered his head, kissing Sherman on the top of his head.

Sherman opened her mouth, as if she was crying, but also as if she was laughing.

Until the drizzle stopped and night fell, Xio finally waited for the woman in the dark red cloak to come out and get on the carriage.

After remembering the characteristics of the carriage, Hugh followed closely, relying on the extraordinary ability of the "Sheriff" and the wet and deserted streets at night to track the target by walking and running.

All the way from Queens to the Backlund Bridge area, when Yi Xiu's physical strength was almost exhausted, the carriage finally stopped.

Xio perked up and changed his target from the carriage to the woman in the dark red cloak and continued to follow.

During this process, she was slightly surprised to find that the woman had a strong anti-tracking ability, sometimes circling and sometimes using obstacles to make a pause.

However, this did not pose a problem for Xiu. As an experienced "sheriff", she patiently followed from a distance and did not get close.

Just when she intuitively thought that the woman was not too far from her final destination and was about to catch up with her, she suddenly smelled a sweet and ethereal fragrance.

Amid the fragrance, Xio was confused for a moment, and then completely lost track of his target.

And the fragrance disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

"..." Xio's pupils slightly dilated, and he didn't dare to search the surroundings for any traces.

In a rented house, the gentle and sweet Triss looked at Sherman who was looking at herself in the mirror and said

“You seem to be in a good mood.

"How about this last task? It's not too difficult to accept, right?

"Once it's done, you can leave Backlund and live the life you want."

Sherman was stunned for a moment, her expression became very complicated, and even a little lost, as if she had suddenly woken up from a beautiful dream.

She didn't turn her head, her lips moved for a while before she spoke

"He said he wanted to marry me..."

Triss raised her eyebrows

"You and I should both be very clear about the fact that men's words at that time cannot be trusted.

"If he really wanted to marry you, he wouldn't be on guard against you and would want to have a child with you. Haha, is that what he did?"

Hearing her question, Sherman's expression dimmed a little.

Triss stood up and smiled.

"I will not stop you from pursuing your love. If you want to extend the duration of this mission to a lifetime, then you should think about how to do it."

She said this lightly, walked to the door and left the rental house.

When going down the stairs, Triss suddenly looked at her shoes and chuckled, saying,

"love……"

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