EFB Chapter 125 Reporting to the Church
Chapter 125 Reporting to the Church
Chapter 125 Reporting to the Church (Bonus Chapter)
"The Mysterious Saint"? That person who gave me a terrifying feeling just now, and who also had a very strong aura of "True Creator" on him?
"Who are you?"
Klein's wandering thoughts were interrupted by the question. He snapped back to reality and politely nodded to the middle-aged man behind the desk:
"Is this Mr. Rand?"
"I'm Statham, a reporter from the Backlund Daily. This is my press pass. I'd like to do a report focusing on the guild to help you get more attention."
Klein's tone was so sincere that he almost believed he was a journalist.
The middle-aged man behind the desk showed obvious hesitation on his face:
"I am Rand, and to be honest, I find it hard to believe that you journalists would come to our aid."
To be honest, I don't believe it myself.
Klein silently replied to himself. He really wanted to leave as the other person suggested, but he was worried that doing so would attract the attention of that terrifying "Mysterious Saint," and besides, he had not yet achieved his goal of finding Lanius.
After hesitating for less than two seconds, he made a "difficult" decision.
He paused, his expression a mixture of reminiscence and sorrow, and said:
"I was born in the East District, and I know all too well how miserable the lives of the workers are. If you don't believe my intentions, you can always follow me and monitor my every move."
"This may not directly change the workers' current situation, but I believe that as long as it can attract more attention from society, this problem will be solved sooner or later."
Rand touched his sparse hair and hesitated before answering:
"All right."
"I will follow you the whole time."
"Thank you!" Klein nodded his thanks, his emotions slightly agitated.
Later, under Rand's guidance, he entered one office after another, making contact with most of the staff under the guise of interviews.
On the second floor, at the top of the stairs, Klein, who was about to follow Rand inside, suddenly froze. He had encountered the same person who had made his body and soul tremble instinctively again.
He looked to be around 30 years old, wearing a mysterious black robe, with slightly curly brown hair that was stiff and his eyes were deep and unfathomable.
Beside him was another figure that was even more familiar to him. Although the person's attire was completely different from the one he remembered, his spiritual intuition of "occupying the next house" still made him feel familiar.
It's him, it's Lanius!
Klein trembled slightly. To avoid revealing any weakness in front of the terrifying "Sage of Mystery," he exerted all his strength to control his body and expression, but his face remained pale and his body trembled slightly.
I was sweating profusely.
Taking a deep breath, he clutched his stomach, his face pale, and asked Rand:
"Excuse me, I think I had an upset stomach before I came. Could you tell me where the restroom is?"
No one in the office, including Rand, suspected anything, because Klein really did look like someone who was about to have diarrhea but was holding it in.
Rand walked to the door and pointed in a direction: "Turn left, walk to the end, and you'll see the sign."
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Thank you.
After giving a quiet thank you, Klein hurried towards the restroom.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief after sitting on the toilet and locking the wooden door.
"Can you take me straight away from here?"
Cyril's reflection appeared in the gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and he said in a serious tone:
"No, the aura of the 'True Creator,' coupled with the demigod status of the 'Apprentice' pathway, that person must be the 'Secret Saint' of the Aurora Society."
"Under the same pathway, the high sequence has absolute suppression over the low sequence, and all my methods are restrained by it."
"What's more troublesome is that he is also an astrologer, a demigod-level astrologer, whose spiritual intuition is so strong that he can detect even the slightest malice in your heart when you are facing him."
"Fortunately, your emotional outburst just now was directed at the person next to him, otherwise you would already be a corpse. Now you can only continue the interview and then leave normally. I will do some interference with spiritual intuition, but this may not be effective when facing a demigod favored by the 'True Creator'."
"Or, you could try seeking some help from Mr. Fool, who has secret authority."
Klein: ...
If I had any other way, would I have asked you to take me away directly?
He mentally scoffed, then shook his head slightly and said, "No, this is my own business, and it's not at that point yet."
"Okay..."
The image of Cyril in the lens shrugged, then he reached out and dragged in mid-air, conjuring a gleaming crystal ball out of thin air.
The crystal ball shattered with a snap, turning into sparkling starlight that dissolved into the void.
His figure then faded and disappeared from Klein's glasses.
A pale, ethereal, and extremely unstable mirror world, resembling frosted glass.
Cyril's body, dappled with starlight, floated in mid-air, with pairs of transparent, thin, wing-like wings fluttering gently behind him, as if he had merged with this mirror world.
This is an experience he gained from the "integration into space" in his previous "wanderer" state, which can minimize his impact on the environment and the environment's impact on him.
He held a figment of his imagination in his hand, but hesitated to throw it.
He worried that his occupation would trigger the spiritual intuition of "The Mysterious Saint" Butis, thus alerting the other party and even making him aware of some abnormal behavior in Klein.
I have a feeling the "Mysterious Saint" is after me, but why? I shouldn't have...
His wandering thoughts suddenly stopped when he thought of the "record officer" who delivered the goods to his door yesterday.
"The 'Sage of Mystery' is investigating the death of yesterday's 'Recorder'..."
After muttering a few words in a low, hoarse voice, he tossed the gold coin in his hand with a clang. The coin spun a few times in mid-air before falling back into his hand.
Face up indicates approval!
"So that's really the case. In other words, he foresaw some vague future events, which is why he came here to ambush me?"
"He's not a demigod through the 'fate' pathway, so he shouldn't be able to so easily foresee the future related to me, even if it's just a vague idea."
Is it the "true creator" or Urelius helping him?
While he was pondering, Klein had already returned to his previous room and continued the interview as if nothing had happened.
He didn't ask the "Mysterious Saint" any questions, because the other person's attire didn't seem like that of a worker or an association staff member, but he didn't deliberately avoid the other person either.
After systematically interviewing everyone in the workers' association, he took the opportunity to say goodbye and left the association building under Rand's now gentle gaze. By the time he returned to the street outside, it was already dark, with layers of dark clouds in the sky, making it evening earlier than usual.
"This weather is just like my mood right now."
He muttered something under his breath, boarded a public carriage, and left the dock area.
On the public carriage, by the window, Sirion's figure was reflected in the carriage window.
He glanced in the direction of the dockworkers' association behind him, then spoke in a low voice:
"Go and inform the Church of the Night about what happened here. Only the power of 'secret' can evade the inspiration of a demigod-level 'astrologer.'"
"Only by creating chaos can you have a chance to intervene."
"Furthermore, an Aurora demigod active in Backlund is too dangerous, especially since this one is a 'mystic' who comes and goes freely."
"'Arcanist'? Sequence 4 of the 'Apprentice' pathway?" Klein asked instinctively, skipping over the question before the other could answer.
"That's what I think too."
"However, I get the feeling you're more anxious than I am about this. Could that 'Sage of Mystery' be after you?"
Through the train carriage's glass windows, Sir Ryan fell silent.
Klein stared blankly at the glass window where the figure had disappeared for a moment, then sighed with a mixture of amusement and exasperation:
"It really is... So, you've intensified my revenge plan?"
"I used to think I was very unlucky, with one mysterious event after another happening around me, but now I think you've surpassed me."
"Even a simple act of helping out can lead to a demigod causing me trouble..."
After getting off the public carriage and circling around for a while, Klein finally arrived at St. Samuel's Church in the North District.
In the White Dove Square outside the church, Klein looked at Sirion, who had appeared beside him, and asked curiously:
"Do you have a way to accurately deliver information to the higher-ups of the Church of the Night without being detected or having your identity traced?"
"It's very simple."
Cyril took out his pen and paper, wrote down two short lines of words, and then folded the paper into a paper airplane.
Then it was thrown out.
The paper airplane flew directly into the doors of St. Samuel's Church, following the direction of the surging crowd.
Klein stared in disbelief at the scene:
"You... you're just using the paper and pen you have on you? And aren't you going to do anything that would require some kind of anti-divination or anti-tracking interference?"
Sirion shook his head slightly: "No need, I have the effect of countering divination."
"Unless they seek help from the 'Goddess of the Night,' but even if I made the most subtle interference,"
It won't have any effect.