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Klein walked out of the bathroom, passed through the quaint living room, and came outside.

Looking at the strange town in front of him, he felt a chill in his heart. "I have been in this strange place for four days... But if Edward hadn't prayed just now, allowing me to come to the gray fog and remember everything, I am afraid that the more time passes, the less I will remember, and even... I will forget what was above the gray fog!"

"It's been four days. This means that the Tarot Club of the new week has not been held as scheduled. Miss Justice and the others must have thought that something happened to Mr. Fool..."

He took a deep breath to calm the throbbing in his heart:

"But, Edward just said that I disappeared a day ago... Is the speed of time different?"

Four days ago (he sensed it), Klein went to the Lime Bar in the Backlund Bridge District to look for Barron, but when he got there he found that the bar had been closed two days ago, and there were people everywhere looking for the bar's owner - these people were all Barron's men.

Later, he learned from Baron's men that Baron had just gone to the suburbs in the morning, so he chased him all the way, and suddenly came to a world covered with heavy snow.

He knew in his heart that it was impossible for Backlund to snow in this season. Either he had unknowingly come to the far north thousands of miles away, or he had fallen into a dream.

He tried to divine above the gray fog, but the information was vague and he got nothing. He then divined for a way to leave, but he could only barely see a face that was so blurry that he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, and the dream suddenly collapsed.

So he could only choose to walk along the snow-covered path in front of him, and finally came to this strange town - although it was freezing cold and snowing outside the town, it was warm like spring inside and full of greenery.

One step away, there are two completely different worlds. No need to guess, I know there must be extraordinary factors involved.

But he had no choice but to plunge into this weird town and...

"Then..."

Klein patted his head vigorously, his pupils trembling slightly, "I... can't remember anything. I can't remember anything that happened after I came to this town."

This is impossible. After going above the gray fog, my memory was clearly restored. Why can't I remember what happened in the small town?

He rubbed his temple again, trying to search his mind for the lost memory. \Please help me with the book, .Update? Salary~ Most.Complete'

"Huh?"

He suddenly saw something written on the back of his hand, and hurriedly took a closer look:

"Don't die!"

"Don't trust anyone, including myself!"

"You need help from others."

The handwriting is your own, and it should come from the pen you carry with you.

"Did I really write this? The first sentence seems to be nonsense, the second sentence is meaningless, and the third sentence... Why do I need help from others? What can others do to help me?"

Suddenly, a scene flashed through his mind. A kitchen knife came towards him and hit him on the forehead. Then red and white blood flowed out and the scene distorted and dissipated.

"Huff, huff~"

Klein panted violently. He touched his head in fear and said in shock, "I... I died once?"

How is that possible?

If I really died, then...what is my situation now?

"Hello."

Just then, a greeting came.

Klein looked up and saw a girl with slightly curly brown hair walking towards him. She was in her early twenties, wearing a beige, ruffled, stand-up collar dress. She was of medium height and exuded a lazy and decadent temperament.

The girl held an unlit cigarette, her expression puzzled. "Excuse me, where is this? I went to the store to buy a cigarette…how did I end up here?"

"I, I don't know either."

Klein quickly calmed down and said, "I, I also came here for no apparent reason."

Eh? This girl...seems familiar.

Why do I feel like I've seen this somewhere before?

Oh, is it Miss Magician?!

Klein had some guesses in his mind, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he glanced at the people passing by on the street and said, "How about asking someone?"

The girl shook her head. "Not really. I looked around here and you seem to be the only normal person I've seen so far."

"What's the meaning?"

"What I mean is..."

She turned and called out to a couple passing by, "Hello."

Swish!

The couple turned their heads in unison and responded in unison, "Hello, Miss Fors Wall. +山~捌*墈.书`茫* ′首^發`"

In just a moment, Klein felt a chill rushing up from the soles of his feet to his forehead. For some reason, the couple had a strange smile on their faces—from the angle of their mouth corners, to the tightness of their skin, to the look in their eyes, all revealed a bright smile.

But this kind of smile gives people a sense of absurdity, inexplicability and horror.

What made Klein even more horrified was that the couple turned to him at the same time and said in a familiar tone, "Hello, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty."

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, another passerby turned around and said, "Hello, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty."

Then the next one: "Hello, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty."

Next: "Hello, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty."

Without exception, everyone had a weird smile on their face:

"Hello, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty."

...

After lunch.

Edward looked at the time, which was stuck at 4 hours, and prayed to Mr. Fool.

This time Mr. Fool answered the prayer quickly:

"knew."

He sat in the depths of the gray fog, holding his chin with a leisurely and contented look, and it was completely hard to tell that he was in some kind of predicament. After a moment, the gray fog in front of Edward's eyes dissipated, and he returned home.

"Just now, after Klein responded to me, he seemed to stay for a few seconds longer. Was he hesitating about asking me for help? But he eventually gave up the idea."

Edward was puzzled, and after some thought, he came up with a guess: Could it be... Klein didn't know where he was or how he got there, but if he asked for help, Klein could know nothing, but if Mr. Fool also knew nothing, then the mysterious and profound image that he had worked so hard to create might be shaken all of a sudden.

Edward sighed: Klein is still too young. If he were in his later stage, he would definitely be able to say calmly: This is a test from me, Mr. Fool, for you. You have to solve this crisis with your own abilities; or the reason why I can't take action is because I want to help you stop a certain evil god.

Anyway, as long as you are thick-skinned enough, there are plenty of excuses.

Edward walked to the place where Klein last appeared in the dream divination. After some divination, he walked around again, but still found nothing. He was a little worried: the biggest problem now was that he had no idea where to start the whole thing.

The last thing Klein did before he disappeared was to follow Barron out of Backlund City. At first glance, it seemed to be related to the mausoleum ruins excavated by George III, but Arrodes was sure that he was not there.

If Barron is found, there might be some clues - but Arrodes can't find him, and divination can't find him either, so he can only use conventional human means.

Edward wrote down in detail the events surrounding Klein's disappearance and all the information currently available, then summoned the Phoenix and had it deliver it to Captain Dunn.

He should be able to track down the case through Ms. Daly and with the help of the Church of Evernight.

As for the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, he had asked Ikanser for help before he left, asking them to keep an eye on it. Then there was the vampires. Edward simply sent a letter to Akasha. These guys who had been entrenched in Backlund for thousands of years must have an amazing intelligence network in private.

Lilith lay on Edward's chest and used her little paw pad to smooth his frown. "Edward, stop frowning. You look older!"

"Hey, it's not that I want to frown, it's just that... the mysterious world can't be without Klein Moretti, just like the West can't lose Jerusalem, and District 3D can't be without Tifa... cough cough."

Chapter 326 Oh, human nature.

All along, Edward's general attitude towards Klein was to help him if he could, but he couldn't revolve around him, let alone become his babysitter. He and the Goddess of Night had the same demands. What they needed was a Lord of the Mysteries who could handle things, not a for show person who was forced to grow something.

But this time is different. Firstly, Klein's disappearance did not exist in the original novel. Secondly, it is very likely to involve the angel level. Thirdly, the disaster predicted by Bernadette is right in front of us. If we don't care about it, God knows whether it will turn into an irreversible consequence.

We can't really count on... Klein's Night Mother to take action at the critical moment.

"The big guys who might be able to help now are... Bernadette, Horamik, Mr. Azik? And... Medici?"

By the way, the reason why Klein approached Barron was to investigate the missing maid in Prince Edessak's manor. Prince Edessak was deeply connected to the Witch Cult, so Klein's disappearance might also be related to the Witch Cult?

In this case, is it possible to learn something through the cooperation between the Aurora Society and the Witch Cult?

Just as I thought of this, Phoenix flew out through the air, holding a letter in its claws.

"Captain or Akasha?"

Edward took the letter and unfolded it, and found that it was from the Hanged Man Alger. To be more precise, it was a letter from Admiral Tracy who was suffering from illness, which was conveyed through him:

Mr. Sparrow:

Hello, letter.

Yesterday I accidentally learned that my mother had already rushed to Backlund, but I don't know why she went there.

But I roughly understand that the Witch Cult has some cooperation with certain organizations in Backlund. I hope this information is useful to you.

Besides, I wonder if there is another way to get you to become a man once and for all. I can pay any price."

After reading the letter, Edward was quite surprised. He didn't expect that the witch's letter would arrive just after he had mentioned the witch's sect.

The immortal witch Katarina has come to Backlund?

In the original novel, she obtained an extraordinary characteristic of the Hunter Path Sequence 1 Conqueror through a series of collaborations with the Loen royal family, but that was when George III ascended to godhood.

The smog incident should be led by the Desperate Witch Panatia... Oh, by the way, she seemed to have been seriously injured in the internal conflict of the Witch Cult last time, and we still don't know what happened. And the high-sequence witch who injured Panatia is now in Backlund. Could it be that Katarina is coming for her?

Then one possible speculation is that Panatia has recovered and is about to cooperate with the royal family to create a big smog as in the original book. Katarina's arrival is to prevent the high-sequence witch behind Triss from causing trouble again.

As expected, good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone.

If they come, they will all come at once!

Edward took out a piece of paper and quickly wrote a line of words as a reply: "Okay, in exchange for the Beyonder characteristic of an immortal."

"Phoenix, please send it back for me."

"OK."

As soon as it flew into the spirit world, Edward followed closely with Lilith in his arms, and arrived at the base of the Aurora Society through the Traveler's Gate.

As soon as I walked out of the spirit world, I saw Priscilla sitting in the main seat with her chin in her hand, looking bored, mumbling, "She said she could help me digest the potion as quickly as possible. I haven't been out performing for several days."