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Chapter 53: Going out with dignity
With a heartbreaking sound of shattering, the huge crystal chandelier fell straight onto the dance floor. The fragments burst into pieces. Ladies and ladies screamed one after another. Many guests were injured by the fragments. The entire hall instantly fell into darkness, leaving only the edges. Candlelight drifts.
Taking advantage of the chaos, the palm of Qilingos's left hand squirmed and changed, condensing a golden surface.
He relied on the good night vision ability of "Wind Blessed One" to lock the fattest figure in the crowd.
Two rays of light that looked like lightning suddenly shot up in Qilingos's eyes, ready to go.
But the next moment, the fat figure he was aiming at also fired similar lightning. Qilinges didn't even have time to be surprised when he felt a steel nail being pierced into his brain. He screamed and fell to the ground, rolling and struggling.
He did not expect that the leader of the Loen Conservative Party, a hereditary duke, was also an extraordinary person, and might even have reached the level of Sequence Five.
This is not the Fourth Age. Isn't the Northern Continent royal family suppressing these nobles?
Duke Negan's tall and fat body stood on the spot, looking down at the incoming assassin.
The Extraordinary person responsible for protecting the Duke extended his palm to the assassin, while the Duke himself glanced in the direction of the door and shouted:
"quiet!"
However, as the decree was promulgated, the guests who were fleeing in chaos did not stop as the Duke expected. Instead, they became even more panicked and screamed like never before.
Not only did the security personnel outside the mansion fail to come to support him, but his extraordinary abilities also seemed to be interfered with.
Duke Negan frowned and waved his right hand vigorously.
"Illusions and dreams are prohibited here!"
The darkness filled with fear shattered like glass with cracks, the ground and the roof shook at the same time, everything around the Duke quickly retreated, the guests returned to their starting positions, and Qilingos, who was cornered by the bodyguards, also disappeared. In the blink of an eye, Appeared next to the window on the second floor.
Everything just now turned out to be a dream.
At some point, the pirate general who attempted the assassination had switched his abilities and entered the "nightmare" state.
Unlike normal "nightmares", he can move freely even if he drags the target into a dream.
Qilinges has given up on the assassination and is running away!
Like the rumors, "Creeping Hunger" also herded a "faceless man"... Duke Negan's figure in the crowd faded and disappeared, regrouping in front of a double door on the side of the corridor.
If Qilinges could escape successfully, Backlund, with a population of five million, would be his best cover. No matter how hard the officials tried, it would be impossible to find his whereabouts.
Thinking of this, Duke Negan put his hand into the collar of his elegant formal suit, took out a dark blue conch from the inside, puffed up his cheeks and blew hard.
The illusory waves rippled. Qilinges, who had just broken through the hanging window and escaped into the woods, heard the sudden dull sound of wind. Thunder suddenly exploded in his ears, and an indescribable sense of fear and obedience surged from the bottom of his heart. .
Who is calling the "Singer of God"?
Qilinges resisted the urge to kneel down, turned over, and rolled from the cobblestone path in the woods into the bushes and grass. The palm of his left hand, covered in pitch black, writhed and deformed, turning out pieces of hard golden scales.
The "Creeping Hunger" that switched to the "spectator" ability put a layer of psychological camouflage on Qilinges. Then, layers of strong winds converged into a powerful airflow, throwing Qilingos towards the artificial lake.
It is connected to the Tasok River and leads to the dock area with complicated crowds, making it easier for him to escape.
He landed on the ground and turned sideways, and in an instant he changed his face again. He tore open his tuxedo, revealing the linen shirt hidden under the tuxedo, and started running quickly.
It's just a pity for that card... Qilinges was unwilling, but he decisively threw his body towards the water surface, like a shark, diving into the cold water.
Wow!
The illusory water surface split into two wings, the biting white mist was boundless, the transparent liquid was quickly dyed blue and black, each pale bone claw set off waves, and water seeped out from the ground.
And there are ambushers!
Qilinges suddenly realized that he was still standing on the same spot. He struggled and fluttered in the air a few times, parted his heels, and fell heavily to the ground.
He looked around in horror, and a burst of warmth rose up in his left hand. The pure golden light was like a beacon, summoning blazing brilliance to fall from the sky.
These brilliance pierced the dense fog, but were instantly swallowed up by the fog. Even the bone-white arm that grabbed him in the blue and black water waves only stopped for a moment before attacking again.
Dozens of exaggerated and ferocious white bones turned a blind eye to the fire of the sun that continued to fall in the sky. They walked out of the fog one after another, gathering more and more... hundreds of pairs of eyes burning with pale flames at the same time. Toward the target.
Is it the Spiritual Religion?
Or someone from the Trunsoest Empire?
Qilingos could not discern the nature of the mist, and could only confirm that the level of the ambusher was definitely much higher than him, and most likely even surpassed the demigod.
His spiritual forewarning was as calm as dead water before this fatal crisis, as if his senses and thoughts had been fooled and could not distinguish between illusion and reality.
The cold river water accumulated on the surface gradually submerged the soles of Qilingos' feet. He looked numbly at his unconscious ankles, staring at a dead body with a numb expression and a withered face.
Under the dark water waves, more dead people who drowned in the Styx stretched out their hands curiously to this rare living creature, the malice in their eyes almost overflowing.
...
The human leather glove lay in a bronze palm, as docile as the most cowardly lamb.
There was less obvious pain on Azik Eggers' face, and he looked at the black-robed figure slowly walking towards him, as if he was squeezing his memory.
"Stop."
The water under his feet was rushing, and the blue-black door was about to move, as if countless undead would break through the door at the next moment.
"Your Highness 'Death Archon', as you wish, if you need it." The black-robed figure stopped, and an old voice came from under the hood.
Azik looked at the "squirming hunger" that suddenly started to struggle in his hand. He exerted force with his fingers without hesitation, and then hesitated for two seconds and said:
"you know me?"
Zaratul took off his hood, revealing his gray beard and a pair of dark eyes.
"certainly."
He lowered his gaze slightly and asked respectfully:
"Can you loosen up a little?"
"That little guy looked in pain."
The familiar tone caused fragments to pop up in Azik's chaotic memory. Azik looked at his palm and saw that the surface of the "squirming hunger" had been stained with a faint layer of pale white, almost completely turning into transparent and bloody. The stomach pouch is clearly visible, and he is breathing heavily.
"Are you Duke Zaratul of the Solomon Empire?" He loosened a few fingers and asked uncertainly.
"No, that's my grandfather." Zaratul shook his head and smiled, "Although the Lord still recognizes my title, I have not received His Majesty's approval. Strictly speaking, I am not qualified to inherit the family title."
Various familiar and unfamiliar terms crowded into his ears. Azik frowned and listened for a while, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"I'm sorry, I lost my past memories and am on the way to find them."
"If you could remind me and help me awaken more memories, I would be very grateful to you."
"You seem to be interested in this sealed artifact?" Azik picked up "Creeping Hunger" and showed it to Zaratul.
The dull black eyes of the well-informed Duke Zaratul flashed for a complicated moment, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and he nodded to the "creeping hunger" that was shivering in an attempt to attract the angel's attention.
"It's kind of one of our goals."
"But I'm more curious, why did you appear here and take action against Qilingos?" Zaratul changed the subject and suddenly asked, "The action you took just now scared me."
His descendants recently encountered a high-sequence "god of death" path in Tingen. Perhaps it was this "death archon" who had lost his memory?
It seems that the fiefdom of his first life was also in Tingen.
"Commission."
Looking into Zaratul's uncomfortable eyes, a look of vigilance appeared on Azik's bronze face.
really...
That one is really good at what he does and what a wonderful destiny... Zaratul's smile suddenly became more ambiguous.
"It's my presumption," He bowed, and his figure became thinner and slowly disappeared together with the black curtain covering the sky. "Your purpose is consistent with ours. Although there are some coincidences, in short, thank you for your help, that little Guys are your reward."
The skeleton of Qilingos, who had been ignored by the two angels for a long time on the ground, suddenly dimmed, and the dark blue twinkling light disappeared together with the spiritual light.
The "squirming hunger" that was waving its fingers crazily suddenly went limp, its illusory mouth drooped, and it honestly retracted into the palm that was holding it.
Zarath, who was about to disappear, looked at Azik meaningfully and said:
"Your destiny lies at your feet, and I look forward to the day when you regain your memory."
The stagnant air began to flow again. Next to the artificial lake, the green trees, bright red fruits, and dark water all became rich in color, and returned to normal for a moment.
Standing steadily in the air with his feet on the strong wind, the "Singer of the Gods" looked at the frost-covered lawn and the oily water surface, and his eyes stopped on the skull with the ancient warrior's bun.
There were no extraordinary traces, it was just like, it was hidden... Ace Snake waved his left hand behind him, letting the "punisher" who was either surprised or panic handle the scene, for a long time Silent.
...
Tingen, Daffodil Street.
A hazy prayer suddenly sounded in Klein's ears while he was sleeping, and his brows knitted together little by little.
Is it Miss "Justice" or Miss "Magician"? What's wrong so late?
Did Qilingos really kill Duke Negan?
Reluctantly but very quickly, he climbed out of bed, expertly tightened the curtains, locked the doors and windows, and walked four steps backwards to climb above the gray fog.
At this point, the voice of prayer became much clearer, and the stars belonging to the "magician" were expanding.
Klein sat firmly at the top of the long table, and with doubts, he clicked on the prayer screen.
Between the deep red layer and the black background, "Magician" Forsi Wall was sitting upright on a mahogany-colored chair, clasping his hands and whispering:
"Dear Mr. Fool, the Qilingos you are paying attention to has been executed. I pray that the door to your country will be opened and his spirit will be sacrificed to you."
Qilingos is dead?
Klein couldn't help but take a breath of air and became much more energetic instantly.
It was Miss "Magician" who took the initiative to contact me. The followers of "Secret" actually killed a pirate general who tried to assassinate an important figure in Backlund, on the enemy's territory, before the three major churches and MI9!
I remember that Miss "Magician" reported the news about me to Zaratul... He couldn't have done it himself, right?
A Duke of the Fourth Age personally took action... Klein's mouth opened in shock and he laughed out loud, quite bitterly.
He tried every possible means to stay away from all traces left by the "secret" in reality, but fate ignored his wishes and cruelly pushed out the distance deliberately left, making it impossible to escape.
But it is a good thing. Chillinges failed to assassinate Duke Negan. The kingdom was affected by the "Corn Act" and the "Air Pollution Control Proposal". At least the political situation that had just stabilized would not be chaotic again. The large-scale situation before wave of unemployment.
Klein rubbed his cheeks, adjusted his expression, took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and said to the crimson scene in front of him:
"Can."
In reality, Forsi, who was sitting in Viscount Hunter's study, opened his eyes wide and turned around halfway before forcefully turning his head back.
She shuddered involuntarily and lowered her head.
"Thank you for your tolerance."
With the approval from "The Fool", she lit the ritual pattern she had drawn in advance. The weak flame on the candle expanded instantly, the illusive blue almost touched the roof, and a mottled door opened from it.
This door is above the colorful spiritual world. The door opens silently, revealing the boundless gray fog behind it and the unpredictable figure that dissolves in the gray fog, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net like a superimposed shadow.
The dark blue "gem" placed on the scarf and the neatly polished crystal flew up out of the air at the same time, fell into the door, and then disappeared without a trace.
Forsi hurriedly bowed to the candle engraved with the pupilless eye and the hidden thread splicing symbols, and then remained silent for a while, making sure that the god's gaze had left, and then turned tremblingly behind him.
"Your Highness, I have dedicated Qilingos's spirit body to the Lord."
In the corner of the study, Zaratul, who looked rich and disguised as Viscount Hunter, nodded slightly. As he moved, something seemed to be broken on his body, and his sense of presence suddenly became much higher.
"I see, you did a good job." He stared at the still burning candle, his dark eyes lost focus, "The Lord will reward you."
...
This is the spirit body of Qilingos. How can it be preserved like this?
Klein twisted the transparent crystal with two fingers, and saw a face with a unique wide chin with its eyes tightly closed, as if it had lost all life, like an insect in amber, fixed in the center of the crystal.
What a terrifying method...
But how to open it?
After careful divination, he finally chose to summon the gray mist to wrap around his body, and then picked up the crystal again.
Klein looked at the surface of the crystal. He exerted slight force with his two fingers, and several cracks appeared on the surface of the crystal.
Sure enough... He continued to exert force, and with a click, Qilinges' spirit body was automatically captured by the gray mist floating around him, and did not dissipate like the ordinary spirits of the dead.
His expression was dull, his eyes were dull, and he bent down mechanically.
"Praise you, the great being above the spiritual world."
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Chapter 54 Trouble caused by the dead
The heart of the Kingdom of Loen, the "Palace of Balance" Thordrak, the royal meeting hall.
On the throne, George III supported his cheek, with no clear emotion on his resolute face. He looked at the distinguished ministers standing at the foot of the steps without saying a word.
"Judging from the intelligence that has been fed back one after another, although we are still unable to confirm which high-sequence person did this, the suspicion in the southern continent is high. They are the only ones who have similar power." Prime Minister of the Kingdom Agushid I turned over the pages in my hand several times, with a sad look on my face.
He tried his best to avoid the gaze from his brother. He was sandwiched between the kingdom's senior officials on both sides, and he felt that the low air pressure in the hall made him breathless.
If Zillingus's spirit had not disappeared without a trace, he could now say something in favor of the family and turn the frightening assassination into another tool to help the Conservatives regain the summit and let the king Your Majesty can't find any reason to object.
but...
"It has been confirmed with extraordinary abilities. No traces were left at the scene. This is indeed not the behavior of several of our neighbors."
At Duke Negan's suggestion, "Singer of God" Ace Snake reluctantly helped.
Although it is currently in the honeymoon period between the Loen military and the Church of Storms, and the two parties have just jointly formed a brand new armored fleet to remedy the already endangered maritime hegemony, the fate of Manuel, the senior deacon stationed in the military some time ago, is still He didn't dare to fully stand in Duke Negan's position, so he could only give some help in a roundabout way.
"The traces of undead erosion on Qilingos's body may also be due to the use of some dangerous sealed object." Snake lowered his head.
"The undead...there are no traces..." George III repeated these two words, his mustache trembling with the movements of his lips, "No evidence has been found yet, but you seem to have determined it. murderer?"
Seeing the opportunity, the tall and fat Duke Negan immediately stood up and bowed respectfully to the supreme leader.
"Your Majesty, since two months ago, the prestige of our kingdom has been repeatedly challenged. I think even the children who are just studying in Backlund Public Middle School now know who is offending our kingdom and trying to destroy the authority established by Your Majesty. The sacred order that you and the previous kings worked so hard to establish."
"Although no concrete evidence has been found yet, there are no clues at all. Even the barbaric Fusac and Intis, who has betrayed the monarchy and was controlled by despicable speculators, would not do such a dirty and despicable thing. "This move," Duke Negan waved his arm heavily, seemed to show his contempt for the enemy country to the king, "Only the group of immoral cultists in the Southern Continent will mess with the insects on the sea regardless of morality. , committed such a horrific act."
"I think as long as the investigation continues, MI9 will soon be able to find evidence from Qilinges' recent movements."
This is not groundless. As a real high-ranking official in Loen, Duke Negan knows very well what kind of "murderer" can be more easily accepted by the masses under the careful training of the government, and can set off a favorable public opinion storm and obtain more benefits for the kingdom. .
Now that all traces have been swept away, let's find a scapegoat. His Majesty the King has just united the countries of the northern continent to express dissatisfaction with the cultists in the south. He has no reason to refuse this God-given opportunity.
Thinking of this, Duke Negan had almost forgotten the anger he felt when he was assassinated just now. His fat body gradually became excited, and his deliberately suppressed breathing gradually became heavier.
He looked expectantly at the throne on the steps.
"The military and intelligence agencies will find justice for you," George III still faced his courtiers with a cold and inorganic expression. His eyes fell on the "Singer of God" who was trying to reduce his presence, and he nodded slightly, " Therefore, the guards of the Lord should not waste any more strength. Our armored fleet has just started, and it will be the main force in spreading the name of the Lord and eliminating the beliefs of cultists in the next twenty years. It needs more attention."
George III didn't want to confirm his suspicions about Trunsoest's Second Empire, so he actually wanted to give up this rare opportunity!
This answer surprised everyone present, and Duke Negan couldn't help but take a step forward, unable to accept the facts.
"His Majesty..."
But his hoarseness did not win the monarch's change of heart. Instead, George III refused with a more harsh attitude:
"You all know that in the past two months, the followers of the evil god have been able to come and go without hindrance on the kingdom's land, and they have wantonly blasphemed the authority of the Storm God and the royal family. This has aroused the dissatisfaction of many citizens and priests. Now we still want to let others know. We have been catching mice for two months with no results. Instead, the mice dared to run up to the Duke of the Kingdom openly and try to wipe his neck?"
"Do you want the other royal families in the Northern Continent and those guys in Intis who have no fathers and no kings to see my joke?"
As the king shouted, the shadow of the palace trembled slightly. Duke Negan clasped his hands tightly together and almost buried his head into his fat chest to prevent his unwillingness and resentment. Throw it to the superior, and then arouse the king's dissatisfaction.
Ace Snake, who had been standing at the end of the group of only a few people, with half of his face obscured by shadows, breathed a sigh of relief and came out to smooth things over.
"Your Majesty, I will convey your suggestion to the Holy Church, and I believe His Majesty the Pope will reply to you soon."
"But before that, please allow me to continue to find the real murderer for Duke Negan. After all, a devout Duke was assassinated in my jurisdiction. This is my dereliction of duty."
Standing on the steps, George III nodded calmly, with his right hand clenched into a fist and hammered on his chest.
"Praise the storm."
"Praise the storm."
Under the leadership of the "Singer of God", the believers in the Lord of Storms in the hall sparsely beat their chests with their right hands.
Prime Minister Agushi Denigan understood the hidden meaning of His Majesty the King's words. He made a dispersing gesture with his left hand behind his back to everyone, and then turned around and walked out.
"etc."
George III, who sat back on the throne, suddenly said:
"Sir Hunter, I haven't finished listening to the land reform plan just now. You can talk about it later."
"Yes." Viscount Hunter, who had been standing opposite Duke Negan and his accomplices like a transparent man, immediately turned around and walked up the steps leading to the throne.
Behind him, Duke Negan, who was about to leave, stopped for a moment and clenched his fists tighter, but soon this emotion disappeared without a trace, and his figure was swallowed up by the darkness behind the door.
In the empty hall, only two young people in power were left.
...
In the bedroom of Moretti's house on Daffodil Street, Klein threw the newspaper in his hand on the desk, looked at his pocket watch, stood up and stood beside the bed.
A circus that is qualified to hold a national tour is actually a spy organization of an enemy country. This is something that would be unthinkable on Earth... Klein let out a breath and walked backwards with his left foot.
Old Neil said that according to the agreement, they were supposed to meet at seven o'clock tonight, which was an hour after the show started.
Well, Tingen is not a big city and lacks entertainment options. Except for the audience in front of the stage, I am afraid that the entire municipal square will be blocked, and the flow of people will reach a terrifying figure. This is indeed suitable for the extraordinary people of the "Soothsayer" path. The actions of the attackers, especially the "faceless people", are simply a natural barrier.
Klein's consciousness and spirit body passed through the layers of gray fog, and the painful whispers in his ears calmed down, leaving only a magnificent palace and long table standing in front of him.
At the top of the long table, there are only a few residues of the crystal used to store Qilinges' spirit body, which are stacked on the back of Emperor Russell's diary.
Klein glanced at the information he had written down on the paper and reached out to touch the crimson star on the dome.
Sure enough, this gray mist has a strong ability to suppress the spirit body. Except for some restricted content, Qilingos' spirit body can hardly hide any secrets from me...
As four crimson balls exploded, figures froze one after another. Audrey Hall, whose mouth could not hide the joy in her heart, looked around half a circle. She was just about to see the expression of "The Hanged Man" when she couldn't help but be stunned.
The party has a new member.
"This is the new member, named 'Sun'." Klein said with a steady voice as he looked at the surprise shown by others with satisfaction.
Immediately afterwards, he introduced the titles of several other members to Derrick.
He noticed that compared to the previous two days, the spirit body of "Sun" became purer and had a warm aura. It was obvious that he had become an Extraordinary of the "Singer" path and should have gained recognition from the top officials of the city-state. award.
The clothes are simple and the material looks like animal skin. She is a little nervous and cramped, but her overall mood is optimistic... Audrey tilted her head in confusion.
She found that she could not distinguish the area where the "sun" lived.
It shouldn't be the sea or the southern continent, otherwise Mr. "The Hanged Man" and Ms. "Magician" would definitely have other reactions... Audrey thought as she cast her gaze to the top of the long bronze table. The "Fool" with his head raised his sweet smile again.
"Mr. Fool, thank your subordinates for crushing Qilingos's attempt."
Hearing this, Alger, who had always been worried, suddenly raised his head, and then lowered his gaze a lot.
It is indeed the work of Mr. "Fool"!
Although he had similar thoughts when he saw the scene, the miserable death of Qilingos being eaten by the undead still gave him some room for imagination. Now that he has been affirmed by "justice", he finally feels at ease. many.
That's right. Mister "Fool" and the Creator have mastered the original East Balam, and it's also reasonable that they have high-sequence "Death" paths... Alger calmly leaned back on his chair, looking forward to it. After hearing what "Justice" said next, his eyes fell in the direction of "Magician".
"This is your credit. It's you who discovered the traces of Chillinges." Klein smiled and nodded, encouraging this big customer who single-handedly revitalized the party's transaction flow.
"I was just providing some information."
Audrey, who grew up in an aristocratic family, was influenced by her father and brother, and she also understood the sophistication behind interpersonal communication, and did not let the praise go to her head.
"Without your favored ones and subordinates, even with my information, tragedy may not have been avoided."
She slightly put away the smile on her face, pretending to be serious, which looked a bit cute to Forsi who was waiting for the next step.
"Duke Negan is willing to use Zillinges' bounty in various countries as a reward for me discovering that he is pretending to be Baron Gramir. He also promised to give me a holiday manor in Desi Bay worth about 10,000 pounds, a total of about 40,000 pounds. , at least half of it should belong to you."
"I, I mean, I'm not an adult yet, so I can't mobilize that much money, so half is the maximum amount I can transfer covertly."
Seeing that the entire palace fell into silence and Mr. Fool did not respond, Audrey couldn't help but panic, and the two hands under the table were tangled together.
Little did they know that at this time, except for "The Sun", who had no idea about coins, all the members were repeating a number in their minds.
Forty thousand pounds... forty thousand pounds...
Forty thousand pounds... It took me two hundred and seventy years of working without eating or drinking to earn this much money... Klein felt that the muscles on his face were tense and a little stiff.
Obstructed by the gray mist, he tilted his head slightly towards the direction of the "magician" with a small movement.
I found that this nominal "subordinate" was also in a similar state, but at the same time as he was shocked, there was an obsession that was about to form in his blue eyes, and it was about to stick to him.
For some reason, Klein felt like he understood the complicated look in his eyes.
That's saying - take it.
Klein, who did not understand the difficult life of an intelligence officer, succumbed to his conscience, finally looked away, and said calmly to "Justice":
"This is the reward you deserve."
For a moment, the head of "Magician" Forsi, who was sitting next to "Justice", collapsed visibly.
Even though I feel so sorry, UU reads www. uｕkanshu.net But thinking that this was the Lord's decision, she did not dare to refute it, so she could only brace herself and bow to Mogami.
"Lord, the Backlund branch has completed sorting out the materials from the interrogation of Qilingos's spirit body. His Highness Zaratul believes that there is a deeper secret involved in this murder."
The deeper secret refers to the unnamed organization entrusted to Zillinges?
Klein thought about how he couldn't find out the name of Qilinges' spirit body during the interrogation last night, and it was suspected that the traces of the gathering had been wiped out by the most stringent restrictions, and his brows gradually furrowed.
Looking at other things, assassinating Duke Negan is by no means the core purpose of that organization. They chose such a goal just because Duke Negan's identity can more conveniently achieve their real needs-to create greater turmoil and change the era.
Changing the times, following the trend of the times... He didn't quite understand how to achieve such false and empty goals.
You know, the situation in various countries alone has been stable for more than a thousand years, and the deep-rooted ideological opposition is almost impossible to reconcile.
"Watch out for that party."
Klein gave an ambiguous answer. The "Magician" who didn't understand the specific meaning was stunned for a moment and could only nod. He decided to convey the Lord's order to Zaratul after leaving the gray fog.
The troubles within the church of the "God of Mysteries" have come to an end, but the aftermath of Qilingos's death has not.
Klein, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, saw the Hanged Man, who had been silent, raise his hand again, obviously wanting to continue this topic.
He sighed helplessly, nodded slightly, and heard the rough and deep voice of "The Hanged Man" saying:
"Mr. Fool, I don't know what kind of reward I need to pay to repay the price of your favored one."
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Chapter 55 Bullying children
"Mr. Fool, I don't know what kind of reward I need to pay to repay the price of your favored one's action."
Alger, the second person on the left side of the long table, lowered his head slightly, anxiously waiting for Shen Zhuan's reply.
What "Justice" said just now put considerable pressure on him.
In fact, in Alger's opinion, the reason why Qilingos was killed by the Beloved of "The Fool" was definitely not because of the ridiculous reason he made a request at the party. It must have involved a deeper secret, or even a violation of "The Fool". "The game between sir and even the gods has had a certain impact, so they went out on a grand scale and did not hesitate to dispatch angels in the enemy's capital to deal with a Sequence Six without divinity.
But "Justice"'s sudden offer of up to 40,000 pounds suddenly shattered all Alger's plans.
According to the principle of "equivalent exchange", he was afraid that he might not be able to repay the astronomical sum.
The reward for the action... After a brief moment of astonishment, Klein, who was at the top, had a similar idea to "The Hanged Man".
Mr. "The Hanged Man" was afraid that he would not be able to repay his debts, so he took the initiative to show weakness and wanted me to let him go.
Well, if it were normal, an experienced veteran like him would definitely not let go so easily. Maybe he would take the opportunity of presenting the diary to avoid this matter without saying a word...
It's a pity that I can't take this opportunity to exchange for the whereabouts of the "Faceless Man" formula and materials... The corners of Klein's mouth curled up slightly, and his fingers tapped on the table.
"You have provided important clues. Just continue to provide me with useful information."
This is a very broad condition, and it all depends on the personal understanding of "The Hanged Man".
Klein was lucky enough to see the despair of the pirate general before his death from Qilingos's spirit body, and believed that "The Hanged Man" would not have the guts to fool the authority of "The Fool."
"Praise for your tolerance." Alger breathed a sigh of relief silently, feeling relieved.
There are a lot of Roselle's diaries in the Holy Wind Cathedral where he is currently staying. They are all materials that are not taken seriously. If you retrieve them carefully, your superiors will not be suspicious.
"This is the diary I collected this week. Please take a look at it." After briefly adjusting his mood, Alger quickly returned to his usual calm behavior, embodying the content in his mind and presenting it to the top.
Under his leadership, Forsi, who was still immersed in trying to figure out the oracle, also hurriedly bowed and revealed a page of his diary.
"Mr. Fool, it will take some time to retrieve information from other branches."
"No problem." Klein, shrouded in thick gray fog, nodded.
He glanced covertly in the direction of Miss Justice and found that the most active member did not say anything.
Also, Miss Justice has just come into contact with the extraordinary and is still under the supervision of her family. She won't have much time to collect occult knowledge.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at another underage member in the party, and was surprised to find "The Sun" raising his hand eagerly, obviously also wanting to offer his knowledge.
Sure enough, after receiving the approval, Derrick stood up and said:
"Lord...Mr. Fool, I have been allowed by the Chief to become an Extraordinary, and I have the qualification to borrow from the library. This is the information of our Silver City for the past two hundred years, and I still need to sort out more. "
Silver City?
What is this place?
"Justice" and "The Hanged Man", who were completely ignorant of the land abandoned by the gods, were confused at first, and then looked at each other almost simultaneously, and both looked at the "Magician" who was also in a confused state.
It all depends on what I do. I am just a small employee of the Backlund branch. I have only been a full-time employee for three years. How can I know so many secrets... "Magician" Forsi expressed his innocence with his eyes a little aggrievedly. Leaving aside the top position, it seems to be saying that we can wait until the transaction stage before talking.
Alger secretly turned his head to the right, and the three old members reached a tacit understanding in front of "The Sun" who had no idea what was going on.
Sigh...Klein, who had everything under his eyes, was angry and funny.
I just felt that the instructions I gave "Taiyang" before were completely useless. I shook my head and covered my face with my diary and information.
"On November 10th, I think I understand why the Seven Gods, including the true Creator of the Southern Continent and many hidden existences, are at odds with each other, but are not completely driven by interests and geopolitical trends."
"If Bishop Astin's understanding is correct, in addition to being able to swap to adjacent paths after sequence five and on the threshold of being promoted to demigods, high-sequences can also retain these characteristics after that. Even as long as the state is in good condition, the path The top of the world - the true gods can also use this to control the authority of non-original pathways, gather adjacent pathways, and make up for their own shortcomings, just like the conflict between the true creator and the eternal blazing sun. If the most powerful 'shepherd' If you control the 'sun' that restrains Him the most, it's hard for me to imagine anything else that can directly threaten Him."
"It's really interesting. The mutual hostility between the gods actually contains such a secret. Perhaps the Lord of Storms and the God of Wisdom and Wisdom are neighbors of the true Creator - the 'Shepherd', just like the Eternal Sun. way?"
"And so will the 'audience'?"
"That unspeakable gathering...excluding the dark night where the true god already exists, I really can't think of another way to build a dreamland that connects the entire continent for the gathering, except for another 'audience' who mainly controls the dream ability. ."
"They only allow new members who are not Extraordinary to choose among the three paths of 'Sun', 'Storm', and 'Wisdom'. There is also a lot of suspicion..."
That party, Emperor Russell was actually a member of that unspeakable party?
Although there is no evidence that the party appearing in the diary is the same as the one who commissioned Zillinges to assassinate the Duke, Klein's spiritual intuition told him that the probability of the two being one was so great that he did not even sigh that there was a gap between the paths. Knowledge that high sequences are interchangeable.
Even high-ranking people like Russell are among their members, and there may be someone close to a god hidden behind them...
Klein immediately frowned.
Looking at it this way, their intention to lead the trend of the times and change the times is much more reliable. At least there is really a considerable force promoting this matter.
The problem is their purpose... Klein raised the diary in his hand slightly, and used the gray mist to cover his face even more tightly.
The leader of that party was suspected to be a high-sequence "audience". Was he seeking to become a god like Russell and the emperors of the Fourth Age, or was he already ascending to the throne of god, but in poor condition, so he adopted this secretive method? , trying to encroach on the power of adjacent pathways?
It's really scary... Klein thought that if an Extraordinary wanted to be promoted, he only needed to compete with Extraordinaries of his own path, but he didn't expect to have to be wary of adjacent paths.
Just like Ince Zangwill is the Sequence Five of the "God of Death". He failed to be promoted to Demigod and can no longer be promoted to the Sequence Four of the "God of Death". In addition to maintaining the status quo, he can also...
Klein's scalp suddenly became numb. Although there were only spiritual bodies in the gray mist, he still felt as if his entire body had fallen into an ice cellar, and all his nerves were twitching.
Is it because of this?
Is it any wonder that a small city like Tingen attracted Ince Zangwill, for the ashes of the saint behind the Gate of Chanis?
That is equivalent to the main potion material of sequence four of the "Dark Night" pathway!
If there hadn't been a party going on, Klein would have wanted to run down to find Dunn right now and persuade him to put Chanis Gate under complete lockdown.
However, after calming down a little, Klein denied his impulse.
First of all, the captain has contacted the church. Although the local-level "Nighthawks" certainly have no right to know such secrets, the archbishop and senior deacons will definitely guess what Ince Zangwill is seeking at the first time. , take action as soon as possible.
Secondly, this matter cannot be directly reminded. This level of secrets should not be known to a newly hired "Nighthawk".
Klein couldn't help but close his eyes.
Thinking on the bright side, "Secret" mainly masters the "Soothsayer" path. Can I also expect the sequence to jump to "Stealer" or "Door" at four o'clock?
It seems that the first five sequences of the "Soothsayer" path only provide a new ability supplement at each step. They may be of the kind that undergoes a qualitative change when the sequence of four or five is combined into one. Jumping to the adjacent paths should not be completely integrated. ability.
But this is within the acceptable range, as long as you stay away from the "mystery"... Klein adjusted his mood, put down the two pages of the diary provided by "The Hanged Man", and looked at the third page.
"On April 15th, hey, Madame Orto invited me to a great party. Florent was not invited. Madame Orto said that she had contacted one of Florent's brothers, the Army soldier, a long time ago. The admiral actually liked men and was not interested in her at all, which left a big psychological shadow on her. Wow, Florent's brother is so worthless. Madame Orto's figure..."
Klein's eyes moved around the diary from beginning to end, with a bit of disgust on his face, and he quickly moved Russell's diary to the part he had already read.
He shouldn't expect anything from this emperor's integrity.
Family members, let's take a look at the simple remnants of the land abandoned by God in the distance...
Just to be on the safe side, he quickly browsed the information provided by "The Sun", and sure enough, Silver City's records were relatively more formal.
Although there are no specific years and dates, these remnants in darkness still use their own methods to distinguish events that happened in different periods.
"...In the 2311th year of the God-given calendar, the Angel of the Holy Word carried the oracle and summoned all the leaders of the Yukimura city-state, and held a meeting under the Lord's gaze at the ruins of the Golden Gold City, the former capital of the Kingdom of Gold. ....."
"...In the 2364th God-given year, the pilgrimage agreed upon by the original Adamantite City Assembly was cancelled. The Angel of the Holy Word ordered each city-state to continue to stand firm and wait for the arrival of the Lord's messenger..."
Perhaps due to the difficult conditions, Silver City's records use very short words, and often only one or two significant events are recorded in a year. If no major events happen this year, the current chronology will be skipped directly. .
Moreover, the records presented by "The Sun" were also mixed with a lot of content that seemed to be general courses, and introduced many names of the ancient gods before the Creator unified the continent. This was something that Klein had never heard of.
Demon Wolf King Fregra, his description is very similar to the ability displayed by "Mystery", but the other part is biased towards the authority of the goddess...
Is this why the ancient gods are crazy? They accommodate non-adjacent paths?
The chronology of Silver City is also very interesting. If there are no major discrepancies, the two above are exactly the time when Emperor Russell entered the extraordinary stage and fell...Klein slightly combined the general chronology commonly used by the outside world with that of Silver City. After converting the records, I suddenly thought about it.
The Angel of the Holy Word is a subordinate of the true Creator. He appeared in the God-Forsaken Land to summon the leaders of Yukimura city-states and hoped that each city-state would prepare for a pilgrimage. Does it mean leaving the God-Forsaken Land and heading to the holy city of Aarons in the Southern Continent?
If Russell really succeeds in becoming a god, the "mystery" that affected reality on a small scale at that time might be able to recover. The three true gods are indeed enough to stabilize the Northern Continent, as will be proved by the cancellation of the Holy Word Angel's plan after Russell's death. at this point.
Of course, this is all based on the premise that the God-Abandoned Land can be left, and the "mystery" can really return to reality... Klein put down the materials in his hand thoughtfully, and said softly to the front:
"You can start."
The long-silent party continued to be silent for a few more seconds. The three old members who had reached a tacit understanding exchanged glances, and the most enthusiastic Miss Justice took the lead in asking:
"Guys, I'd love to get the recipe for the next sequence after 'The Audience'."
After a period of digestion and the adventure of seeing through Qilingos, Audrey found that the resistance of the potion in her body had been reduced a lot.
Susie might have finished digesting it if she waited any longer, and faster than me... She resisted the urge to puff up her cheeks.
"The next sequence of 'audience', UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net, you mean 'mind reader', the 'mind reader' before 'psychoanalyst'?"
"The Sun", who had been observing since the beginning of the party, finally asked his first question.
In the discussion just now, he couldn't understand what the others were saying at all, and he had been holding back for a long time.
"'Mind reader'?"
Audrey asked in surprise, while "The Hanged Man" and "The Magician" calmly adjusted their sitting postures.
"As far as I know, the name of the next sequence of 'Audience' is indeed 'Mind Reader', but their sequence seven should be called 'Psychiatrist'." Forsi's voice was lazy, deliberately using a name of nearly two hundred years. questioned the new vocabulary that appeared.
"In Silver City, Sequence Seven of 'Audience' is 'Psychoanalyst'."
Derrick "The Sun" didn't notice the "Fool" at the top who was about to move, and stubbornly straightened up to a height that was quite inconsistent with his voice.
He didn't feel at all that he was showing an unusual side of himself, but was completely led into a trap by the next questions of "The Hanged Man".
"Then you mean that the Silver City where you live has a completely different set of names for potions?"
"I don't know what you call some of the sequences," Derrick looked in the direction of "The Hanged Man" and said seriously, "But 'audience', the sequence nine of this 'Dragon Path' is the same as what I just mentioned. The last two sequences that I have mentioned are the names that Silver City has always been called. Before being liberated by the Creator, we were a city under the rule of the dragon. These names are definitely correct."
"The Way of the Dragon", the City of Silver, the Liberation of the Creator... "Magician" Forsi gradually opened his eyes and raised his voice in disbelief.
"Are you a remnant from the land abandoned by God?"
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Chapter 56 Audience
"Are you a remnant from the land abandoned by God?"
"Magician" Forsi opened her eyes in disbelief, and the remaining members had the same reaction as her.
The Silver City mentioned by "The Sun" belongs to the Land Abandoned by the Gods, the Eastern Continent that the Seven Gods have never been able to find, but are widely found in the Holy Scriptures and abandoned by the gods?
Alger's lips trembled, and for a moment he forgot what he had prepared.
He couldn't help but recall the elven myths his mother often told him at night when he was a child, as well as the holy scriptures spoken by the missionaries of the True Creator who secretly walked on the sea.
Legend has it that the elves and believers of the True Creator have always mastered a secret passage leading to the lost Eastern Continent. This turns out to be true...
As the "captain" of the Church of Storms at sea and an experienced "navigator", he, like his colleagues, prides himself on being the darling of the sea. But now facing this living example, he has truly realized the importance of knowledge. What is the ignorance that the God of Wisdom often talks about.
But no matter what other people guessed, Derrick looked at a loss. Instead of receiving a reply, he was questioned. After much hindsight, he finally understood the meaning of Mr. Fool's previous warning to be careful when speaking.
He hesitated a few times and then said:
"In short, I can find a way to exchange the 'Mind Reader' potion for you, but it will take time."
After all, he had just become an Extraordinary and had not yet had the chance to go out to explore. His parents had just escaped from the torture of pollution and needed to cultivate and observe for a while.
"Besides the 'audience', what other channels do you have?" "The Hanged Man" Alger immediately asked.
After a brief shock, with the help of rich experience, Alger quickly grasped the key points of "Sun"'s words, and inferred from his voice and behavior that this new member might be smaller than "Justice" and did not have much executive ability. , the so-called exchange should rely on similar means such as merit distribution and underground gatherings.
Derrick thought for a moment and realized that he needed to hide it, so he simply said:
"Each city-state has a different main path. Silver City mainly uses the 'warrior' path. We also call it the divine blood warrior."
"Is there a city-state where there is no 'Sailor' path?" Alger's brows narrowed slightly, hiding his urgency and desire behind the gray mist.
"No," "The Sun" answered decisively, "That's the power of the elves. No one in the entire Eastern Continent has seen a normal water source for more than two thousand years."
The entire god-forsaken land has no soil for the "sailors" to play.
Klein, who was watching all this, saw that he had an opportunity and decided to step forward with the idea of protecting the little "sun".
He smiled and said:
"If you seek promotion, I can provide you with an opportunity."
He used his gaze to deeply press the "Magician" who was about to speak, and smiled softly at the "Hanged Man"'s hesitant and expectant eyes before speaking.
"I just wonder if you are willing to inherit Qilingos' legacy?"
Inheriting the legacy of Qilingos... Alger froze in his seat for a moment, and his hands that were about to move to his chest stopped in the air like sculptures.
No one knew what he was thinking, and Klein, who was at the top, just made a leisurely gesture, waiting for a response from below.
"Dear Mr. Fool, I don't know how I can repay your generosity." Alger's movements returned to normal, with his left hand resting on his lower abdomen and his right hand across his chest, leaving a few messy lines.
Klein, who succeeded in his goal, nodded with satisfaction in his heart and said calmly and nonchalantly:
"The legacy of Qilingos is now in the hands of one of my favored ones. You can exchange it with him for items of equal value, but this does not include the hidden island."
Klein deliberately mentioned the ancient island discovered in Qilingos's memory. Judging from the memory of the pirate general, there were many magical creatures on that island that the outside world had deemed extinct. Almost no one knew its coordinates, and below The "Hanged Man" happened to be one of the few insiders.
This is done to attract the attention of the "Hanged Man" and others, so that they will not think about the favored one who suddenly appeared.
Sigh, if I could have a trumpet, I wouldn't have to go through such trouble... Klein was quite helpless.
I wonder if Mr. Azik knows how to make a puppet. Maybe he can ask after the circus is over.
In exchange for it from Mr. Fool's favored one... Alger breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as you are not directly facing the gods, gold pounds and treasures will always be hard currency.
But that small island, why did Mr. Fool mention the small island? He shouldn't care about my past, and my secrets can't be hidden from him... Alger didn't dare to refuse, and immediately said :
"Thank you for your help. I hope to communicate with your loved one and exchange the inheritance belonging to Qilingos."
"But may I ask Mr. Fool, are there any hidden dangers on that island?"
How do I know? The relevant memories are all locked... Klein suspected that the ancient island might be connected to the Unspeakable Party, or even the reward provided by that party to Qilingos, and thought for a moment. :
"Don't go deep."
"Your will is my will." Alger said a cliche, and his back sank into the seat.
Next, "Justice" and "Sun" finalized an agreement to find each other's Sequence Eight formula, and Klein had just given up on the fact that he had just blackmailed "The Hanged Man" and considering "The Fool's" castle-in-the-air talent. , let the two of them collect it privately, and if there is no result, they will make a rescue.
As for "Magician" Forsi, who is regarded as a microphone by Zaratul, she now has no shortage of organizational resources. As long as the potion is digested smoothly, the subsequent formulas and materials will naturally come.
"Then let's stop here." Klein, who was at the top, announced with a smile.
Under His gaze, the three old members quickly stood up and saluted, while "The Sun" was half a beat slower, as if they were not used to these complicated etiquette.
Crimson colors exploded on different seats one after another, and the palace under the gray fog became empty again, leaving only the stars twinkling on the dome.
...
Tingen, Daffodil Street.
Klein woke up from the bed, first grabbed the pocket watch that fell on the quilt and glanced at it.
It's already four to five... He just used illusion to reply to "The Hanged Man" on the gray fog. It will take some time for him to prepare the gold pounds, and he shouldn't be praying for it soon...
Klein stretched his waist after making arrangements for his funeral.
There were less than three hours before the action, so he still had time to eat something before heading to the company to prepare.
Seeing the dusk rising above the clouds outside the window, Klein walked down the stairs, went straight to the kitchen, and turned on the gas light.
But before he could think of a recipe for dinner, he heard a noise coming from the foyer, and the voices of Melissa and Benson could be heard.
"good afternoon."
Klein turned around and said hello with a smile.
Melissa, who had just returned from school, apparently met Benson by chance. Both of them were carrying satchels, but one was filled with parts and books, while the other only had resumes and pens and paper for interviews.
"You didn't go to work during the day, and you were working the night shift again?" Melissa, who was carrying a bag of ingredients, had wrinkled features on her thin, plump face.
"That's the price of high wages."
Klein shrugged helplessly, looked down, and the smile on his face suddenly became more genuine.
"Let me guess, Benson felt good during the interview today. Is this an early celebration?"
He took an exaggerated deep breath and deliberately said in a long tone:
"It actually tastes like potatoes and beef, as well as white bread and milk. I'm so blessed today."
"No, I feel like it might not go that smoothly. Melissa had bought these all a long time ago."
After being teased, Benson and Melissa blushed and walked into the living room together.
"But it's not bad, right? On the way just now, you said you wanted to give Klein good news," Melissa said with a blush on her cheeks. She walked quickly and put the ingredients into the kitchen. A few seconds later, she walked out wearing an apron and added some more. The second half of the sentence was, "We haven't had a good meal together for a long time. Today I just wanted to ask for a good omen."
Indeed, it seems that since I traveled through time, the only time I had a good meal with my brother and sister was... Klein, who was smiling eagerly, couldn't help but be startled, and shook his head in "ashame".
"my question."
He thought about it carefully.
"In this way, I still have a batch of very important documents that need to be processed tonight, and I will be there soon. When these two days pass, our company will definitely issue a bonus, and then we can go have a feast in Intis."
He looked at his brother and sister expectantly, but he did not find the excitement he had hoped for. Instead, their smiles froze at the same time.
Melissa pursed her lips, and managed to control herself from showing the disappointment in her eyes.
"Are you busy today?"
She fiddled with the edge of her apron with her hands and moved slightly to block the gap in the kitchen door.
"Yes."
When Benson looked away, Klein lowered his head and apologized:
"Today's task is urgent, I must..."
"Melissa, I remember the milk and bread are still hot?" Benson, who was standing behind Klein, suddenly walked towards the kitchen.
Melissa was stunned for a moment when she was suddenly asked by her eldest brother, and then nodded quickly.
"Yes, I'll get it."
Benson took Melissa's place, blocked the kitchen with his body, paused, then turned to look at his brother.
He just felt that he had not taken a good look at his brother for a long time. Now that he looked carefully, he could indeed see the signs of maturity and the deep fatigue hidden under these appearances.
He whispered with some self-blame:
"If I had the ability, at least you wouldn't have to be as tired as you are now."
After that, he also walked into the kitchen. In the empty house, there was only the noise of the two people busy.
...
"Klein?"
"Klein?"
In the municipal square, outside the side door of the giant circus tent, Leonard, who had just squeezed through the crowd, stood in front of Klein and waved.
"Sorry, I got distracted."
Finally hearing his teammates' call, Klein quickly pulled himself away from his emotions. There was a confusion unique to a self-doubter in his brown eyes.
"Actually, you don't need to be so nervous. If the cultists in the southern continent realize that we have discovered their true identity, they will definitely skip tonight's performance. This is just a normal raid."
Leonard obviously misunderstood Klein's performance and simply thought that the junior "Magician" was worried about his actions.
He thrust the tickets he bought through a special relationship into Klein's hand. Like the crowd around him, he looked at the various funny patterns on the top of the circus tent with curiosity, and continued in a low voice:
"Didn't you do some divination? There is no danger tonight."
But divination is not omnipotent. The "divinationists" of the Secret Order will only be stronger than me, and may very well distort and interfere with my divination... Klein shook his head to interrupt Leonard's inexplicable self-confidence. But the optimistic "Midnight Poet" simply ignored his little move.
"Don't be so nervous. A good attitude is the best preparation."
Hearing Leonard's rare serious words, Klein looked sideways at him, only to see that Leonard still maintained the same smile as the audience around him.
That's right. If you look like you've just attended a funeral at this time, it will definitely stand out. "Joker" and "Faceless Man" are both sequences that are sensitive to expressions and postures... The corners of Klein's mouth raised slightly. , taking all the unpleasantness into his heart, he also began to observe the stage where the performance was about to take place and the crowd around him.
The circus performers had not yet appeared, and only one or two conductors in bright coats were maintaining order, so he focused on the audience.
Although it was Monday evening, UU Reading www.uｕkanshu.net, at this time, the huge tent of the circus seemed to accommodate all the residents of Tingen City. All kinds of spectators, old or young, male or female, were crowded into the narrow seats. On the street, we sometimes communicate and sometimes look forward to each other. Expectation can be seen in everyone's eyes.
At a glance, Klein could see formal suits and a wide variety of satin skirts belonging to the upper class in the east, a sea of dark colors belonging to the middle class, and many brighter workers' uniforms occupying the rear.
Of course, in addition to the audience here, the circus tent also has several glass windows supported by wooden frames. More people are crowded outside the windows, mostly children from nearby factories and lower streets who live a relatively good life and have no one to look after them.
Fortunately, it is a circus that has been operating for many years. It does have a lot of appeal. However, with such a large audience, it is also a problem to wait for action. The extraordinary cannot be exposed, and the innocent people cannot be harmed... The corner of Klein's mouth rose again. Some.
I hope that "faceless man" won't be here, so even if there is a "magician", my illusion can last until all the audience are scared away... He continued to sweep the audience covertly, his eyes passing by the middle class The dark sea of classes suddenly stopped.
Among the crowd full of laughter, there was a gentleman with a very gentle temperament who was looking over the audience over and over with a scrutinizing attitude, as if he was screening the target.
He was wearing a black formal suit, a half-high silk top hat of the same color, and gold-rimmed glasses on his face.
Although this strange gentleman was sitting in the audience, he seemed to be separated from the crowd and was viewing everyone as an object of observation.
Klein is familiar with this state and has seen it not long ago. This is... an "audience".
A real "audience".
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