Chapter 79: Another Murmuring

Klein was spooked as the icy hand tightened around his wrist. He instinctively yanked his arm back in a desperate attempt to escape.

The pale, naked corpse was yanked so forcefully to the side that it fell from the autopsy table.

However, the ice-cold grip remained firmly latched onto Klein's wrist.

Klein was momentarily unable to think; the only thought that went through his mind was to draw his revolver and riddle the corpse in holes.

At that moment, the corpse's eyes rose, revealing a pair of calm, blue eyes. And he muttered, "Hornacis... Hornacis... Hornacis..."

After those three words were spoken, the fingers gripping onto Klein's wrist began to loosen before dropping limp, and the suited clown's eyes were shut once again, as though nothing had happened at all.

If the corpse wasn't lying on the stone floor, Klein would have imagined that he had been struck by a hallucination spell.

He staggered backwards a few steps and felt that most of his body was trembling.

Klein gasped for air as he looked at the corpse on the ground in alarm and fear.

He carefully stepped away from the room. After confirming that the corpse was motionless, he took a glance at his wrist.

There were five red finger marks imprinted on it.

Klein calmed down as he kept cursing in his mind and recalled everything that he encountered.

Although he did not understand the reason for the suited clown's awakening, he clearly heard the corpse's words.

"It's Hornacis again..." Klein knitted his brows. "The Antigonus family's notebook has records of a Nation of the Evernight in the Hornacis mountain range. While in Cogitation or Spirit Vision, I would hear sounds that I shouldn't be able to hear, and among those sounds is the word 'Hornacis'... Is the answer to all these questions on the Hornacis mountain range? There might be massive danger lurking there. Like an evil god sealed within and is using various forms of 'attraction' to achieve freedom."

While considering this, Klein carefully entered the room and touched the corpse a few times to verify that it was completely dead.

He didn't want Corpse Collector Frye to see him mess up the place, so he moved the corpse back onto the autopsy table.

Klein felt that the ice-cold feeling given out by the corpse was particularly disgusting.

After finishing the task, he recalled the reason he approached the corpse. He focused on the suited clown's wrist and looked at the strange brand.

It was unknown when the brand had slipped off, shrinking into a spherical blob of blood that had a tint of blue and floated in midair silently.

"What is this?" Klein muttered, but he didn't dare to touch it rashly.

He had no intention of hiding the strange blood sphere. Firstly, he didn't know if it was something good or bad. Secondly, he was certain that Frye, who had examined the corpse, would have long discovered the brand on the wrist, and it was likely that he knew what the strange blood sphere was.

Even if Frye doesn't know, reporting it to Captain and letting the Nighthawks research it is definitely better than making random attempts.

Being in an organization meant he had to know how to make use of the organization's powers to their fullest.

Klein waited nervously for a few minutes before he saw Frye return.

He noticed the strange blood sphere and asked Klein a question. "What is this?"

"No idea." Klein shook his head and recounted what had happened without hiding anything.

"The brand slipped off into a blood sphere." Frye nodded in thought. "The corpse of a Beyonder always tends to have some strange transformations."

He looked up and said to Klein, "Bring the Captain here. Inform him about the contents that the corpse murmured as well."

"Alright," Klein said.

"You don't have to return with the Captain," Frye added. "I believe you won't like to see what happens next."

As he spoke, he picked up a silver surgical knife beside him.

Klein nodded, picked up his cane, wore his hat, and hobbled over to the Chanis Gate. At the Keeper's room, he saw the no longer frail Captain Dunn.

After Dunn heard his recollection of what happened, he nodded. "I'll report the matter to the higher-ups and let the Holy Cathedral deal with it. Maybe they'll send people to the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range to take a look."

Klein, seeing that only Sleepless Kenley and the Captain were in the Keeper's room, asked, "Are Mr. Aiur and the others resting?"

Dunn nodded. "Aiur and Borgia are at Saint Selena Cathedral. Lorotta is probably looking for a coffee shop."

"Coffee shop? Madam Lorotta hasn't recovered from her injuries, right?" Klein asked in surprise.

Dunn said with a laugh, "Lorotta has three hobbies—coffee, dessert, and maidservants. She says she needs these three things to speed up her recovery."

"Maidservants?" Klein asked, perplexed.

Dunn shook his head helplessly. "She likes maidservants. Yeah, that's right. Furthermore, she likes ones with big breasts."

"She sure is weird." Klein had no idea what kind of expression he should show.

Dunn added, "Another thing I forgot. Klein, you went through a lot today. Once you relax, you'll feel exhausted. There's no need for you to be here in the afternoon. Go back and get some rest. Tomorrow, I'll submit the application listing the detailed losses. Also, don't worry too much about your killing of a Beyonder. Killing him was equivalent to saving more lives."

"As a matter of fact, I'm actually feeling much better." Klein silently exhaled.

Dunn nodded slightly. "I've also handed the Beyonder's sketch to Leonard. He and the police department are in charge of the follow-up investigations.

Wherever he goes, whatever he touches, whatever he leaves behind, even unconsciously, will serve as a silent witness against him. Emperor Roselle's words are truly sensible."

"...Yes." Klein answered, stupefied.

After the captain walked far away, he left the Keeper's room and went to the second floor.

Klein recalled something. That suited clown claimed that the Secret Order controlled the corresponding Sequence pathway of Seers... Even if he was exaggerating and they didn't have the higher Sequence potion formulas, they definitely have the lower Sequence ones. Then, wouldn't they divine that I killed the suited clown and secretly exact revenge against me? If they can't deal with the Nighthawks, can't they deal with me, a Seer, without any direct measures against enemies?

Klein stopped and began thinking about the problem. Soon, he concluded that he was worrying over nothing.

Firstly, the Secret Order doesn't know who are members of the Nighthawks.

Secondly, even if they know one or two, they definitely wouldn't include a civilian staff member like him.

Thirdly, under the present circumstances, unless they have a prophet, there's no way they can divine who the murderer is.

He heaved a sigh of relief and left the Blackthorn Security Company, taking a public carriage back to Daffodil Street.

Even though he hadn't eaten lunch yet, he still lacked the appetite. After entering his bedroom, Klein removed his damaged suit first. Then he took off his half-top hat and got into bed.

His mind remained active as though his entire existence couldn't relax. His mind wasn't repeating the scene of him shooting the suited clown to death, but of the scene of him moving the corpse and that spooky experience.

He no longer felt uncomfortable about killing for the first time, but more of a disgust when he thought about it.

He had no idea when he dozed off, but when he woke up, his stomach growled. "I feel like I can eat an entire horse!" Klein muttered as he looked at the sun setting in the west.

Changing into old but comfortable casual clothes, he briskly walked to the first floor, and before he could consider what to make for dinner, he heard the door open.

The key twisted as the door opened. Melissa walked in with her bag that contained her books and stationery.

She looked at the kitchen and said, "Klein, there's a letter for you. It's from your mentor."

A letter from Mentor? Right. I wrote to him asking about the relevant historical situation of the Hornacis main peak. Klein was taken aback at first before he recalled the matter.