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Chapter 66 Official Beyonder

Chapter 66 Official Beyonder

In the dark night, Lanevus carried the metal briefcase and looked around twice. After making sure that no one was around, he quietly left the office building and fled the place under the cover of darkness and trees.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly saw a uniformed policeman appear in the distance behind him.

Lanevus's face darkened. He immediately stopped and ran towards a one-story optical shop.

He held the metal suitcase in both hands, and with a sudden force of his arms, he threw the suitcase onto the roof of the shop. Lanevus stretched out his hand and was about to grab the wall and climb onto the roof when he heard a rough voice.

"Hey! That guy over there!" The rough-looking and fierce policeman spotted Lanevus and immediately ran over, waving his baton and questioning him: "What are you doing?"

Lanevus immediately withdrew his hand and grasped his glasses instead. He exerted a little force and crushed the lens quietly under the cover of his palm.

Get rid of this annoying guy first and then come back to get the materials.

He took off his broken glasses, handed them to the police, and said hurriedly: "Officer, please help me. When I bought the glasses here, the owner told me that I could come to the store to repair them within one year if they were damaged, but now they refuse to help me repair my glasses with various reasons. I have no choice but to..."

"Boom! Boom! Boom—"

The rugged-looking man hit the street lamp with his baton and shouted, "I don't care what your reason is, now, go back to where you belong!"

"But..."

"Go back!" the burly man roared, waving his baton.

"…Yes, officer." A sly look flashed in Lanevus' eyes. He turned his back to the policeman and was about to leave.

Bang!

There was a sharp pain at the back of his head, as if he had been hit hard by a weapon. The impact made him clench his teeth unconsciously.

Sherman shrank back, trying to reduce his presence.

She witnessed with her own eyes a man carrying a suitcase running out of the office building opposite, suddenly stopping in the middle of the road, and then falling down with a thud.

"What's wrong with him?" Sherman asked in a low voice.

"Knocked out by an official Beyonder who was in invisible mode." Ruirui said.

Sherman's body stiffened. Official Beyonder!

What a close call. If it weren't for Black Cat, he would have fallen into the hands of the Official Beyonder tonight.

Sherman quietly stroked the black cat's back. The soft cat fur gave her a sense of security.

Ruirui looked at Sherman who was extremely nervous, stood up, put her two front paws on the girl's knees, raised her body and licked the back of her hand to comfort the girl.

"Don't worry," Rarity said. "He won't be able to find out, meow."

"He is a 'Nightmare'. The Beyonders of the Sleepless Path have very sensitive hearing at night. The noise you just made should have been heard long ago."

Sherman immediately covered her mouth and looked at the black cat in front of her, her eyes moving.

She slowly lowered her hand covering her mouth and asked softly, "So this is an abnormal situation, did you do this?"

Rarity nodded.

Sherman felt a little relieved. This black cat must be a powerful and extraordinary cat. She quietly hid in the grass and observed the situation on the street.

After a while, a middle-aged man in police uniform appeared on the street.

The official Beyonder handcuffed the man lying on the ground and stood there waiting for a while. Then two more men in police uniforms ran out.

They whispered a few words and carried the unconscious man away.

After she could no longer see the official Beyonder, Sherman breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a low voice, "There shouldn't be any more official Beyonders, right?"

"No more," Rarity said, "Let's go in, meow."

"Thank you." Sherman said softly.

"You're welcome," Rarity licked her front paw and said, "It's just... it's as hard as raising your hand, meow."

Sherman was stunned for a moment, "Do you also read the collection of famous quotes by Emperor Roselle?" A little kitten is not only a powerful extraordinary cat, but also knows the famous quotes of Emperor Roselle. How amazing.

There is a feeling that humans are inferior to cats.

Ruirui was silent for a moment, then said, "You'd better go up quickly."

Sherman nodded, slowly stood up, and climbed to his destination nimbly and lightly.

She took out the account book that she had not finished copying last time and turned to look at the black cat.

"Don't you have a camera?" Sherman looked at Ruirui, the black cat with only a beige cotton collar around its neck, and asked puzzledly. If the black cat wanted to bring a camera, she would probably hold it in her mouth or hang the camera strap around her neck. Well... she could also carry a bag and put the camera in the bag, but the black cat's petite body made it impossible for her to carry a bag that was big enough to hold the camera.

Today's cameras are large and heavy, and some are difficult to operate, requiring professional photography knowledge.

Ruirui lowered her head and pulled out a large camera from the silver medal. She squatted on the window and held the camera strap with her mouth. The camera hung naturally, only a few centimeters off the ground.

Sherman exclaimed, she thought the collar was just a decoration, but she didn't expect it to be an extraordinary item.

The girl leaned over and took the camera from Ruirui's mouth, observing it in her hands for a while.

This looks like a...point-and-shoot camera.

Sherman had just been to a camera store and still remembered the cameras the clerk introduced to her. At that time, she liked this point-and-shoot camera more.

Point-and-shoot camera is just its nickname, because it does not require professional photography knowledge to operate it. When this camera was launched, the company's advertisement was "a camera that even a fool can use." That's why it is called a point-and-shoot camera.

She breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't one of those complicated cameras that required professional photography knowledge.

Sherman looked at the camera in her hand, and suddenly the blush in her field of vision gradually faded. She looked up and was shocked to find that the entire room was surrounded by darkness flowing like water.

The darkness seemed to have materialized, isolating the inside and outside of the room like a cage.

"Go ahead," Ruirui said as she pulled two candles out of the silver plate and placed them next to the account book.

"Ah? OK, OK." Sherman suddenly came to her senses, picked up the camera and was about to press the shutter, but she only reacted when she saw the darkness in the lens.

She put down the camera somewhat awkwardly, picked up the candle, and pinched the wick between two fingers.

Swoosh!

The orange-red flame ignited by the spirituality lit the candle.

Ruirui's candle has a base and can stand easily on the table.

After lighting both candles, Sherman used the candlelight to see the contents of the account book clearly through the camera.

"Click, click"

The sound of shutter clicks continued, and with each flash the mission progress soared like a rocket.

"Okay," Sherman said to Ruirui after he restored everything in the office to its original state, "let's go to the next room."

"Click, click"

"Click, click"

"Click, click"

After Sherman finished taking the last photo, he held the camera and said to Black Cat, "Thank you. My name is Sherman. What's your name?"

"Sherman," Rarity said, "is he a student of Mickey Jones, meow?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, "You know my teacher?"

"I guess so." Ruirui licked his front paw and said, Eve would remember the names of all the members of the Rose Club and would ask her to remember them as well. According to Him, this was the wisdom of a leader.

But she is not a leader, she is just a cat.

Thanks to a certain scumbag witch, although Ruirui has never seen many members of the Rose Society, she knows the names of most of them.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"You, the one sleeping in the room, are Mickey's mirror illusion? Is she in Tingen, meow?" Ruirui asked.

"It is indeed a magic trick of the teacher, but she is not in Tingen now," Sherman replied, "It is actually a mirror. I usually hide it under my pillow. At night, after going to bed, I use the quilt as a cover, quietly move it to the bed, and then sneak out."

"You don't have to explain it in such detail, meow," Ruirui said, with a feeling of an elder teaching a younger person, "You still have to be more vigilant in the extraordinary world."

Sherman nodded and said, "I know, but I choose to believe you."

"You clearly didn't believe it yesterday."

"You suddenly showed up yesterday and said you wanted to help me, so of course I didn't believe you. In fact, I half believed you when you took out the holy emblem. If you had been more pious, I would have believed you on the spot." At this point, Sherman looked at Ruirui with a condemning look, expressing his dissatisfaction countless times, "You saved me again today, so of course I believe you."

"Okay," Rarity said, "My name is Rarity, meow."

"Rui Rui?" Sherman frowned. "This is the name of the Scarlet Moon Cat."

Ruirui was a little surprised. Many believers of the Goddess of Night didn't know about the Scarlet Moon Cat, but this devout believer of Eve actually knew about it.

"My parents are both devout believers of the Goddess of Night. They pray every day before dinner. My literacy textbook is The Revelation of Night, and the only book I read is The Revelation of Night." Sherman saw surprise on the cat's face. She explained that her past memories did not seem so good. A trace of sadness flashed across the girl's eyes. "I used to believe in the Goddess of Night."

"But now," Sherman paused and said firmly, "I only believe in the Lord and am only loyal to the Rose Society."

"Why?" Ruirui asked casually, and sighed in his heart that the Rose Society did a good job in ideological work.

"The Rose Society turned me back into a woman and gave me a new life." Sherman replied with a firm look in her eyes.

Ruirui's eyes flashed with understanding. The Rose Society does not encourage men to take the path of witches, but it will help men who want to become women to take the path of witches, and these members are often very devout.

Sherman raised her lips slightly and said in a sweet voice, "I have always felt that I should be a lady, but unfortunately I was born a man. My family has never understood me, and everyone around me, except for one of my friends, discriminates against me. In the past, I always sat in the pub hoping that a man would express his love for me. I didn't even dare to think about dating, as long as he expressed his love was enough."

"Until I met a teacher who said she could help me become a woman. Oh, my God, do you know how happy I was?" Sherman seemed to have returned to the day when she met Mickey. She held the camera tightly with an unstoppable smile on her face and turned around to Ruirui. "Look, I really became a lady, and a beautiful lady. After becoming a woman, I felt that I was truly alive. There was no discrimination or ridicule. I didn't have to sit in the pub and smile at every man who came in. Things that I never dared to think about before have become a reality. I have started dating two men. They are both very nice to me. We are going to get engaged soon."

"Wait," Rarity paused, "Two gentlemen, meow?"

Sherman was also stunned for a moment, then reacted and quickly waved her hands to explain: "No, you misunderstood, one of them is my ex-boyfriend and the other is my current boyfriend."

Rarity nodded, showing that she understood. "You're not afraid to mention that you were once a man, meow."

This is good. It is a good thing to be able to accept yourself in the extraordinary world, which can effectively reduce the possibility of losing control.

"I didn't want to mention it before," Sherman said, "but now I won't tell everyone. I only told the sisters in the Rose Society, and I also met a sister who is similar to me. I told you because you have the witch's emblem, are the descendant of that lord, know the teacher, and helped me."

"By the way, since you are the descendant of that gentleman, why do you use the name 'Rui Rui'?" Sherman asked. It seemed that she really believed in Rui Rui.

"How should I know? You need to ask my ancestors."

"Shouldn't it be mom or dad?" Sherman asked doubtfully. It is usually the parents who give names.

"It's just a metaphor, meow," Rarity said.

Sherman remembered that Emperor Roselle had also called his daughter "little ancestor", and probably understood what Ruirui meant, and sighed, "You two have a really good relationship."

"It's OK," Ruirui removed the darkness that separated the inside and outside of the room, jumped onto the window, turned back to look at Sherman and said, "After developing the photos, put the camera and a mirror with a witch symbol painted on it together, meow."

"And then you can take the camera away?" Sherman asked.

Rarity nodded.

"Then can I contact you in this way in the future, that is, put the letter next to the mirror."

"Can."

"Okay," Sherman said, shaking the camera, "Thank you."

"As soon as possible."

"Eh? Okay."

…

Blackthorn Security Company

Hiss!

It hurts!

Lanevus felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He took a deep breath, endured the pain, and opened his eyes with great effort.

It was an unfamiliar place. There were three policemen sitting in front of him, but this place didn't look like a police station at all.

"Officer," Lanevus tried to reach behind his head but found that his hands were handcuffed with a pair of silver handcuffs. His face froze. "I didn't do anything illegal. Why are you arresting me?"

"Why did you sneak into Eastney Company late at night?" Dunn asked calmly.

"I left something important at Eastner Company, and I just went to look for it." Lanevus' tone was somewhat anxious, as if he was really an innocent person who was wrongly accused. He was sure that he was not discovered by anyone when he sneaked into the company, and the person who disclosed it should be the policeman, who might have seen him running out of Eastner Company.

Cecima glanced at Dana, who immediately understood and placed a metal suitcase on the table in front of him.

Lanevus suppressed his surprise and looked at them calmly.

(End of this chapterChapter 67 Fraud

Chapter 67: Fraud

Dina opened the briefcase, turned it around and pointed it at Lanevus, then closed it three seconds later and placed a stack of gold pounds next to the metal briefcase.

"You and Baron Edgar have privately traded extraordinary materials." After carefully examining him for two seconds, seeing that Lanevus still had no intention of admitting it, Dunn said in a deep voice, "No need to quibble or deny it."

Lanevus looked a little grim. He didn't know why he was exposed, but now he had to find a way to escape.

"We will investigate you and decide how to deal with you based on this." Dunn stared at the young man opposite with his deep gray eyes. "If you have not done anything illegal, you can become our informant, which is the best outcome. Of course, if you have done it, you may need to stay in jail for a while, and in the worst case..."

After a pause, Dunn looked at Lanevus and saw that his expression was getting uglier. Then he chuckled and said, "Maybe you know."

Lanevus knew that becoming a Sealed Object Tester was the most serious consequence, which was basically equivalent to the death penalty. No, it was even more horrible than the death penalty.

He thought of what he had done and gritted his teeth secretly.

It must not be discovered.

"I am a Beyonder working for Baron Edgar," Lanevus took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "That Beyonder material is the reward Baron Edgar gave me. This is because the church does not allow the trading of Beyonder materials, so I used this method."

As a fraudster, Lanevus is well versed in the art of communication.

Through some intimidation and rhetoric, psychological pressure is exerted on the target to make them confess. In fact, they may not know much or even know nothing.

Many nobles knew about Extraordinary People, and there were also quite a few Extraordinary People. Unless they were old nobles who had lost their wealth, even if they themselves were not Extraordinary People, they would hire Extraordinary People to protect themselves. Although Baron Edgar was a new noble, he had been in the noble circle for many years after all, and he was also very wealthy. It was not surprising that he could become an Extraordinary Person and hire Extraordinary People.

Although most of the Beyonders hired by the nobles come from the church, there are also cases of hiring wild Beyonders. As long as they can pass the church's inspection and not make it public, the church can turn a blind eye.

Lanevus had used a fake identity to commit crimes in the past, so it would be difficult to thoroughly investigate.

As long as they believe that I am a hired Beyonder, they will be much more lax when investigating me, and I will have a chance to survive.

Dana and Cecima looked at each other and agreed that this statement was indeed correct.

"Name, and how did you know Baron Edgar?" Dana held the pen in one hand and then asked, "Why did he hire you?"

"Lan'erwus, my name is Lan'erwus. I once worked in the industry owned by the Baron. The Baron appreciated my ability and character." Lan'erwus paused for a moment and continued, "Then the Baron discovered that I was a Beyonder and hired me as a bodyguard."

After Dana wrote down Lanevus's words in his notebook, he said, "Are you a wild Beyonder?"

"Not really."

Dana paused while writing, then started writing again.

Cecima and Dunn's faces suddenly darkened as they stared at Lanevus.

A hint of cunning flashed across Lanevus's eyes. "After all, I work for Baron Edgar."

The three of them relaxed immediately.

Dunn frowned and said, "Have you joined a secret organization?"

"From the time I became a Beyonder until now, I have been alone most of the time. I have found ways to obtain my formulas, materials, and potions by myself." Lanevus said, "Gentlemen, if I join a secret organization, do I still need to endure fear and work for a noble just for a material? Why don't I get it through the organization? Isn't that safer?"

Dana recorded every word of Lanevus truthfully.

"You have never done anything illegal or criminal?"

"Of course I have," Lanevus sneered, "I once ambushed a nasty policeman on his way home and gave him some 'little gifts' through the window."

"What little gift?"

"Oh, gentlemen, it's a pity that you didn't see it," Lanevus curled his lips, as if remembering something interesting. "I saw him screaming in pain when the foot-washing water fell from the sky. The foot-washing water was still hot."

"Is it any wonder that you are holding me prisoner for this?"

Dunn was silent for a while. This should be considered as assaulting a police officer. Although it was illegal, the circumstances were not serious. It was more like a prank.

Dana asked a few more questions, and Lanevus answered them one by one, and there was nothing wrong with the answers.

Cecima said: "We will investigate you. If we find that you have concealed something or lied, the punishment you face will be doubled."

"Now, you have one last chance."

"Gentlemen, I am not lying."

Lanevus said without changing his expression.

Cecima stared at him for a moment and then said, "We understand, but you will need to be detained in the Chanis Gate until the investigation is completed."

"No problem, sir. I hope you can finish the interrogation soon." Lanevus smiled. Perhaps because of his facial features, the corners of his mouth always gave people a sense of mockery. "Can I write a letter while I am in custody?"

"What letter?" asked Cecima.

"I have discussed some business cooperation with several gentlemen and ladies. In this situation, I will probably need to disappear for many days. In order to prevent unnecessary losses, I must terminate the cooperation with them."

Lanevus was originally planning a scam and was about to close the net. Gracis was about to invest, and there were more people involved. But now he had to give up and get out of here quickly.

Lanevus calmed down only after Megose was really pregnant with the child of the true Creator. He knew that he would be the first to die after the birth of the Son of God, so he began to prepare to escape from Tingen. According to his plan, he would first get the materials from Baron Edgar, then close the net, and leave Tingen after getting the money.

Unexpectedly, he ran into an official Beyonder. He cursed his bad luck in his heart.

"You have been hired by Baron Edgar and there is still time to discuss business cooperation." said Cecima.

"Of course," Lanevus replied, "I have plenty of free time. Why not use it to do some business?"

"Yes, but the letter must be checked by us and can only be forwarded by us."

"Of course there is no problem," Lanevus said calmly, "As long as the letter is delivered to those people, it will be fine."

"Also, I hope you can return my glasses to me," Lanevus said. "Thank you."

"The lens is broken. If you can be released, we will compensate you for your loss after you are released."

…

The next day, Blackthorn Security Company

"Good morning, Klein." Roxanne's sweet voice sounded, with a hint of curiosity and excitement in her tone.

"Good morning, Miss," Klein replied, "You seem very excited."

Luo Shan looked around. Although there was no one around, she still tiptoed over to Klein with her skirt lifted. She lowered her voice and whispered, "Last night, the captain and his men captured a wild Beyonder."

"Miss," Klein said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "We are just discussing the daily affairs of the company. This is not a spy meeting."

By the way, didn't the captain and his team go to deal with Ruirui's matter last night? They even found a wild Beyonder.

"No," Luo Shan shook her head firmly, "I don't want the captain to find out that I'm not working hard again."

"Can you go and take a look," Luo Shan said expectantly, "and take a look at that wild Beyonder, and then tell me what he looks like and why he was captured?"

"Are you curious?" Klein asked.

"Yes," Luo Shan said with a smile, "This is the first wild Beyonder that has been captured since I joined the company."

After saying that, she walked back in frustration, "It's a pity, I still have to work, otherwise I would definitely go and see it myself."

Klein nodded. "Okay, I understand. Where is that wild Beyonder?"

"Behind the Chanis Gate, the captain is guarding him inside." Roshan raised her head and answered with sparkling eyes.

He is as energetic as ever, Klein thought to himself, straightened his hat, and walked towards the Chanis Gate.

Walking through the deep and quiet corridor and stairs, Klein arrived in front of Chanis's door, pushed it open, and entered the room where the wild Beyonders were imprisoned.

Klein looked behind the Chanis Gate. The captain and a black-haired young man were sitting on chairs respectively. The black-haired young man was wearing silver handcuffs and reading a newspaper leisurely. He should be the wild Beyonder.

The captain did nothing but sit and watch over the wild extraordinary man.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Captain," Klein greeted Dunn, "Good morning."

Lanevus saw a black-haired young man walk in. He put down the newspaper and said to Klein, "Good morning, Mr. Nighthawk."

Klein was stunned for a moment, then responded immediately out of politeness.

"Good morning," Dunn turned around and responded, "Did Roxanne ask you to come?"

Klein nodded, then shook his head. "Actually, I want to know more about it, too."

Dunn briefly explained to Klein what happened last night.

Klein sighed in his heart. Mr. Lanevus had really bad luck.

"Here is the interrogation record of Lanevus last night. Do you want to take a look?" Dunn asked.

Dunn took out a notebook from a drawer and handed it to Klein.

Klein took the notebook, thanked him, and began to read it.

"Oh."

A light laugh suddenly sounded beside Klein's ear.

Sister?

"What do you think is wrong with the interrogation record?" Eve's voice echoed in Klein's mind.

Klein looked through it carefully but didn't see any problem.

"Watch it again," Eve said.

Klein read it again and suddenly realized that Lanevus did not directly answer some questions, or said a lot more after answering them directly.

He read it again, and again assuming it was false, and found that Lanevus's answer was extremely misleading and ambiguous.

These answers are all subject to divination, which means there is no possibility of lying.

But only half the truth is not the truth.

Klein had seen some rhetoric techniques on the Internet before. They could mislead others by leaving a sentence half-answered or answering questions irrelevantly, and guide the other party's thinking, so as to deceive the other party without lying.

Klein opened his mouth, wanting to tell the captain about this doubt, but suddenly it occurred to him that the captain and his team were senior official Beyonders, so why didn't they see it?

That "audience" again?

"Captain, Klein, good morning," Leonard said as he walked in. He still looked like a romantic poet, with the top two buttons of his shirt always unbuttoned. "Is this the wild Beyonder?"

Lanevus nodded indifferently and said, "Good morning, Mr. Nightwatchman."

Leonard was stunned for a moment, just like Klein. This wild Beyonder didn't seem to be afraid or nervous at all.

"Ah? Good morning." Although a little surprised, Leonard replied out of politeness.

"Klein, what are you holding in your hand?" Leonard asked, looking at the notebook in Klein's hand.

Klein handed the notebook to Leonard and said, "This gentleman's interrogation record."

Leonard took the notebook and started flipping through it. Klein was observing his expression.

He was flipping through the pages with no expression unusual on his face. Then he suddenly tilted his head and tilted his ear as if listening to something.

Leonard's action was too obvious, Klein complained in his heart. Anyone who knew would be able to tell at a glance that he was listening to a being.

Leonard listened attentively for a long time this time, probably because the angel said more.

How come it's the other way around?

Shouldn't it be that the elder sister said a lot and the angel said very little?

The last time Klein came into contact with the being inside Leonard, he felt that "He" was not a talkative person, at least not as talkative as his sister.

Did they swap souls?

Klein thought to himself. Of course, he knew that was impossible.

The poet's face suddenly changed, but then he immediately regained his composure.

Unfortunately, this scene was seen by Klein, Dunn, and Lanevus.

The poet's acting skills are not good, Klein complained in his heart.

He glanced at Lanevus behind him. The wild Beyonder didn't show any abnormal behavior.

I hope so.

Klein took a step forward and asked, "Leonard, are you feeling unwell?"

"Yeah," Leonard nodded immediately, "My stomach just suddenly felt a pain. It might be because I didn't have dinner last night and didn't have breakfast this morning."

"Then go and have a rest and have breakfast," Dunn frowned and said, "You must take care of your body and eat on time, otherwise you will get stomach problems. Emperor Roselle once said, 'Stomach pain is not a disease, but it can kill you.'"

"I understand, Captain."

(End of this chapter)Chapter 68 Great Existence

Chapter 68 Great Existence

Klein and Leonard came to the lounge.

Leonard sat down on the sofa, lowered his head and urged in a low voice: "Old man, old man, think of a solution!"

Klein frowned. He felt that things were not as simple as he thought.

Leonard also knew the "audience" behind him, and wondered if his current reaction was a bit too much.

"What happened?" Klein approached Leonard and immediately asked, "Leonard?"

Leonard opened his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Klein, do you know that Mr. Wild Beyonder is actually lying... um... misleading us?"

Klein nodded.

"Klein, you just started working here, so you probably haven't encountered this before," Leonard said in a low voice, lowering his head. "When we interrogate people, we usually check their dreams. People can't control their behavior in dreams, so what they say is the truth, and the situation that gentleman encountered wouldn't exist."

No, I have, Klein countered in his mind, and the subject of the investigation was myself.

"So, the captain and the others didn't enter the dream." Klein thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "It's not just because of the 'audience'."

Leonard raised his head and looked at Klein in surprise. "How did you know? Did that being tell you?"

Poet classmate...

Klein didn't know what to say for a moment. He felt that Leonard's IQ was like that of his older sister, sometimes reliable and sometimes unreliable.

Leonard just asked casually. He didn't wait for Klein to answer before continuing, "The old man said that the captain and his team didn't enter the dream to check. Besides the audience, there was another reason."

"It was spiritual intuition that protected the captain and his men, telling them not to check."

Klein's brown eyes widened slightly.

What secrets does Lanevus have?

"What's the problem with that gentleman?" Klein asked with a frown.

Leonard stared at Klein, his lips moved twice, and he whispered, "He has the divinity of a great being within him."

The divinity of a great being?

Klein took a deep breath. Although he didn't know what divinity was specifically, he could tell from the name that it couldn't be easy to be related to God.

Klein paused and looked at Leonard. Just as he was about to ask what would happen if there was a great divinity in Lanevus' body, he heard a familiar voice in his mind.

"It may become a vessel for God's descent."

Sister?

God's descending container?

Klein was stunned for a moment, subconsciously clenched his cane, and pursed his lips.

Could it be what I thought?

A god might come to Tingen with the help of Lanevus?

"That's it," the gentle female voice continued as if she could read minds, "Gods can inject their consciousness into other people through some rituals or objects. Those who are injected with divinity will gradually become vessels for the gods to descend."

"Lanevers is currently unaware that there is a hidden consciousness in his body, which means that the erosion of divinity on him is not serious."

Klein's palms broke out in cold sweat. He clenched the silver-inlaid cane in his hand and looked up at Leonard.

"We must find a way to tell the captain about this and report it to the Holy Temple," Klein said immediately, "and…"

Klein paused. "That 'audience' doesn't seem to want Lanevus to be exposed. Or at least, he doesn't want Lanevus to be exposed to the Nighthawks."

"They may be working together, or the audience may have secretly used Lanevus to do something." He took a deep breath and continued, "Perhaps this matter is related to the divinity in Lanevus' body. Of course, this is just a guess. But since we don't want to be discovered by the Nighthawks, we must find out."

Leonard exerted force on his waist and sat up immediately. His face was serious and his mind was working quickly. "We definitely can't tell the captain and the others directly. Maybe we can think of a way to reveal Lanevus's danger and have the captain send him to the Backlund Archdiocese or the Cathedral for examination."

"But if we do that, Lanevus might escape or be rescued," Klein frowned and pointed out the drawbacks of this question. "If we only reveal the danger, the captain and his men will seriously underestimate this matter and will not take it seriously enough. If we tell the captain explicitly that Lanevus has divinity in his body, we will also be at risk of being exposed. The secret existence should have its own forces and may try to rescue Lanevus. Moreover, they must attach great importance to this operation and the force they dispatch will not be weak. Even if Lord Cecima and the captain escort him, they may not be able to stop it."

"What should we do?" Leonard rubbed his hair. "Lanevers..."

Leonard paused for a moment, a trace of doubt and thought flashed across his beautiful dark green eyes. He asked hesitantly, "Do you think Lanevus knows that there is a great consciousness in his body?"

"Lanevers doesn't know." Klein said. His elder sister had already told him about this matter.

Snap!

Leonard snapped his fingers, supported himself on the sofa with one hand and stood up. He walked towards Klein and asked, "What would his reaction be if he knew?"

Klein was stunned for a moment, then he felt that this seemed feasible. If Lanevus didn't want to die, he would definitely reveal this to the Nighthawks. Maybe he would lie and conceal something, but this matter would definitely be revealed.

But he felt it was too risky and not safe enough.

What if Lanevus is a fanatic believer of that great being, and is still willing to become a vessel for God's descent after knowing this?

"It's too risky," Klein said. "We can't be sure that Lanevus will have the reaction we want after knowing this, and this may also expose us."

As he said the last sentence, Klein secretly glanced at the Holy Emblem of Night on the wall, then quickly looked away.

This is the second time.

Klein felt a little guilty and silently praised the goddess in his heart.

"It's okay. We'll disguise ourselves so he won't recognize us," Leonard said with a smile. "If Lanevus doesn't react well, we'll erase his memory."

Erase memory?

How to erase his memory? Beat him until he loses his memory?

Klein almost laughed at his own thoughts. He quickly retracted his thoughts and asked, "How do I erase my memory?"

"The old man is fine," Leonard patted his head. "I just found out that since the being behind you gave the old man an extraordinary characteristic, his condition has improved a lot."

Klein nodded.

Seeing that Klein had no doubts about the Beyonder characteristics, Leonard chuckled and said, "It seems that the existence behind you treats you well."

Then he came closer to Klein, eyes full of curiosity, and asked quietly, "What is your relationship with that being?"

"I don't know either." Klein wanted to roll his eyes to express his dissatisfaction with his sister for throwing this difficult problem to him, but this action was really ungentlemanly. At most, he could do it to his sister. He still had to maintain the image of a gentleman in front of others, so he gave up.

"What about you?" Klein asked.

"Uh..." Leonard rubbed his hair, "I don't think I have anything to do with the old man."

After saying that, Leonard lowered his head and thought, could that being be in the same situation as the old man? But He didn't look weak.

Although he still didn't know what the relationship between Klein and that being was, Leonard didn't ask any more questions. Perhaps he, like himself, was inexplicably found by a mysterious being.

In that case, Klein is similar to him.

Leonard curled his lips, extended a hand to Klein and said, "It seems that we are both the protagonists of this era."

What a chuunibaku, Klein complained in his mind, but he still reached out and held Leonard's hand.

Leonard held Klein's hand, leaned forward, patted Klein's shoulder, and whispered, "See you tonight."

…

Eve took Klein into His storage room.

Klein looked at the storage room in surprise.

Second era, third era, fourth era...

The words on the note were all written in Giant. After teaching Klein the knowledge about potions and secret organizations, Eve began to teach Klein Giant, Elvish and Ancient Hermes. With the help of the Fortune Teller's potion, Klein learned very quickly, so he could understand them all.

"These…" Klein tightened his cane and asked incredulously, "Are these all true?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"What's real?" Eve was rummaging through a large box with a note that read "Fourth Epoch, Clothes" on it. When she heard Klein's words, she asked without even looking up.

"Are these really antiques?" Klein asked after taking a deep breath.

"Yes." Eve said.

Klein's expression suddenly became vivid. He stood there motionless, afraid that he would accidentally break one and then sell himself to make up for it.

"Look at it if you want. Don't worry about damaging it." Eve took out a half-silver mask with golden patterns from the box, put it on the table and said.

Klein then carefully looked around the room and looked at the antiques with curiosity.

As soon as he came in, he saw the bookshelf that could make historians faint with surprise, and immediately walked over quickly.

There are only three bookshelves, from the Third Age to the Fifth Age, but not the Second Age and the First Age.

Klein took a quick look and skipped over the "Fifth Epoch" bookshelf. Many of the books on it were Roselle's works, and most of them were circulated on the market.

Then he came to the "Quaternary Epoch" bookshelf and randomly pulled out a few books. He flipped through them. Many of them were novels, and there were some popular science books. There were no history books, which made Klein a little disappointed.

Many of the books in the "Third Epoch" bookshelf are novels, but what is worrying is that the top shelf of the "Third Epoch" bookshelf is completely empty. The other two bookshelves also have empty spaces, but they are all at the bottom.

Eve organized the bookshelf quite carefully, following the author's instructions. Judging from the placement of the books, they should have been arranged from top to bottom.

Why are the books on the top shelf of the "Third Age" bookshelf gone?

Klein thought about it for a moment but didn't ask. These were Eve's memories. No matter what the reason was, they were probably not good memories.

He walked into the big boxes and opened them one by one. Some of them were very heavy, so Eve considerately used spider silk to move them to the ground.

Klein discovered that this was indeed a storage room. Although the items here were all priceless antiques, it was still a storage room, not a collection room.

Things were placed randomly, and many of the antiques were common items, with only a few that were obviously valuable at first glance, such as the deck of Emperor Roselle's tarot cards.

Klein was stunned for a moment when he saw this deck of tarot cards.

It seems that my sister really stored these items here as ordinary daily necessities. No, maybe they are really daily necessities to her.

Klein stroked the note that read "Ourolus and Medici" and thought with some discomfort in his heart.

He remembered that his sister told him that Ouroboros was a member of his family, so what about this "Medici" whose name was put together with Ouroboros?

Klein also saw many unfamiliar names here, Amon, Adam, Amanesis, Mikhail, Trunsoest...

For the first time he clearly realized that He had been in this world for thousands of years.

"Found it." Eve found a long black cloak from another large box. She turned to look at Klein and saw that he was looking at the note with the name on it. He pondered for a moment and said, "Don't mention these names when you go out, especially this one."

Eve ran to Klein and pointed at the piece of paper with "Adam" written on it. She said, "Don't even think about this. As long as you mention His name in your mind, He will be able to sense it immediately. So don't think about it. If you can't do it, I can tamper with your memory."

"You guys…" Klein hesitated for a moment, swallowed it back, and said, "You do something."

"Well, I'll give you a little curse," Eve said. She stretched out a hand and tapped Klein's forehead, saying, "Alright."

Klein tried to recall, but could only remember that there was such a person but he couldn't remember his name.

"Will this curse cause me any harm? How can it be removed?" Klein asked. Based on his experience from the novels and movies he read in his previous life, curses are usually harmful and have ways to be broken.

"The danger is to make you forget this name. As for the solution, I will tap the center of your eyebrows."

Klein nodded. It seemed that although the high-sequence Beyonder abilities had evolved to be almost omnipotent, they still had to follow the most basic rules. Even the Angel King's curse could still be cracked, but it would be impossible to crack it without His help.

As for the harm, to be honest, it is not really a harm. Being forced to forget some memories does seem to be a harm if you don't look at the cause and effect.

Wait, is it that the standard for judging harm is not based on facts, but on the will of the elder sister? As long as the elder sister determines that this is harm, it is harm? But there should be limits, right?

Klein told Eve his guess.

Eve smiled after hearing this and said, "Not bad, brother, you are very smart."

It seems so, Klein thought in his heart. High-Sequence is really scary.

"Do you want to take another look?" Eve hung the black cloak on her arm and picked up the mask on the table and asked.

Klein shook his head, paused, and asked, "Can I take some books out?"

"Yes," Eve said. "Many of those books are popular novels."

Klein nodded, indicating that he knew.

He walked quickly to the "Quaternary" bookshelf, took out a few books, held the books in his arms and walked back quickly.

(End of this chapter)Chapter 69 Sincerity

Chapter 69 Sincerity

"How about giving it a try?"

Eve shook the black cloak in her hand and handed it to Klein.

Klein put on the cloak. The black cloak was wide and long, covering his entire body, leaving only his feet in leather shoes exposed.

He examined himself in the dressing mirror and pondered for a moment.

Change your shoes to avoid being recognized.

"Try this again." Eve said, raising the mask in her hand.

Klein took a look and said, "This mask can only cover the upper half of your face." He pointed at the mask and said, "Is there nothing else?"

"And this is too…gorgeous," Klein complained, "I'm not going to a dance."

"It's okay," Eve smiled as she stretched out her hand in front of Klein and put the mask on his face. She opened her empty hand and faced him with five fingers. She turned her wrist and a tiny silver needle appeared between her fingers. There was a black thread behind the silver needle. "If you sew up the bottom of the hood, can't you cover the lower half of your face?"

As she spoke, Eve immediately grabbed Klein's hood with her other hand, and pinched the silver needle to guide the black silk thread along the fabric.

"Wait." Klein immediately reached out a hand to cover Eve's wrist. "Don't you think this image is too… ungentlemanly?"

"It's quite different from your usual image, isn't it?" Klein's obstruction did not bother Eve at all. He held the silver needle and sewed while saying, "Isn't this great? If I didn't know, who would have thought it was you? I'm helping you."

Klein choked. Although what Eve said made some sense, it was more like fallacy than truth.

"I don't believe that this is the only way you can help me disguise myself." Klein said expressionlessly.

"Of course there are others," Eve looked at Klein's face teasingly, "Do you want to know?"

"No." Seeing Eve's expression, Klein knew that the so-called other methods would definitely be a scam, and he immediately refused: "I don't want to know."

"What a pity," Eve raised her head and sighed, then showed a malicious smile, "No way, I want to say it."

"Women's clothing, women's clothing, women's clothing," Eve's mouth opened and closed quickly, and Rune words popped out of her mouth quickly, "Wear a skirt with me, Zhou Mingrui, hahahaha, the gender has changed, the disguise effect is absolutely good, believe in my skills, I guarantee that you will not be recognized, and you can also choose the style, whether it is pure and cute, or enchanting and charming, whether it is a sweet girl or a royal sister, I can help you disguise it. It is better to act than to be moved, don't..."

Klein slapped Eve on the forehead with one hand and gently pushed her away from him.

"It seems you are good at putting on makeup."

"ah?"

Eve was stunned for a moment, then snorted twice, "I'm a professional makeup artist with twenty years of experience."

"I remember you are a reporter now," Klein asked curiously, "What jobs have you done?"

"Teacher, flower grower, animal trainer, doctor, detective, farmer, bodyguard..." Eve counted on her fingers, "A lot."

Klein couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. In some ways, his sister was really enviable. He would probably be a night watcher his entire life.

But being a night watchman is already very good. The work is easy, the salary is good, and there are no disadvantages except the danger. He is willing to be a night watchman for life.

Eve held the silver needle and continued sewing, her hands and mouth kept moving, "I don't usually wear makeup, do you think I can put on makeup?"

Klein shook his head. His sister was a lazy person who would never stand if she could sit, and would never sit if she could lie down. If she wasn't going out, Klein believed that Eve's closet would only have pajamas and her shoe rack would only have slippers.

Eve recalled, "When I was a makeup artist, I did makeup for many rich young men and women and nobles. In the early Fifth Epoch, nobles pursued whitening, and both men and women would put thick powder on their faces. They were indeed very white. I probably wouldn't be as white as them even if I died for ten days."

"Okay," Eve pulled her hood and said, "Wait until night time and go. I'll watch over you."

Klein nodded and walked towards the mirror.

Bang!

He turned back to look at Eve in confusion.

Eve suddenly put her hand on Klein's shoulder. When she saw him turn around, she patted him again, took a deep breath, and asked, "Is it really not possible?"

"Ah?" Klein looked at Him in confusion.

"We can bring Ouroboros with us and take a picture together. I've already thought of a name for the picture, Three Sisters, how about that?"

Klein took a deep breath, tried to hold it back, but couldn't help it. "I hope you can get out of my sight."

"Okay."

Eve quickly ran past Klein and dove into the dressing mirror.

…

Blackthorn Security Company

Leonard lowered his head and tilted his ear as if listening to something.

He glanced at Lanevus beside him and quickly walked out of the Chanis Gate.

In preparation for tonight's operation, he took the initiative to accept the task of guarding Lanevus and Chanis Gate tonight.

Outside the door, Leonard was stunned when he saw the visitor. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something but immediately swallowed it back.

The man in front of him was wearing a large black cloak, which was a very common disguise. However, he was wearing a silver half-mask engraved with a golden forget-me-not pattern, and a pair of sunglasses on top of the mask, which was extremely conspicuous. The lower part of the hood was sewn up, and the sewing was crooked, as if an ugly centipede had climbed up the lower part of the hood and grabbed the two sides of the hood with its legs to close it.

The visitor raised his hand and took off the sunglasses on his face, revealing a pair of brown eyes, and then moved the mask down.

It's really Klein, Leonard thought with some surprise. The disguise is... so successful.

Klein pointed at Leonard's clothes, signaling him to change into disguise quickly.

Leonard was puzzled for two seconds before he reacted and took out the cloak and mask he had hidden in the Blackthorn Security Company in advance.

Compared to Klein's fancy mask, Leonard's mask was much simpler. It was a white mask that covered the entire face, without any patterns or designs on it.

Klein looked at Leonard's exposed eyes and took out a pair of sunglasses from the pocket of his cloak and handed them to him.

One has green eyes and the other has brown eyes. And there just happens to be one with green eyes and one with brown eyes among the Night Watchmen, which really makes people think a lot.

Leonard took the sunglasses, looked at them twice and put them on.

He pointed at the door and turned to look at Klein. Seeing him nod, he took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

The Chanis door was gently pushed open, and Leonard moved very carefully without making any noise.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

They walked to Lanevus and looked down at him sleeping on the floor.

Lanevus' body was tense, his eyes were closed, and he pretended to be asleep. He was thinking about what these two people who had sneaked in inexplicable were going to do.

Klein squatted down and shook Lanevus, but Lanevus didn't respond. He shook him again, this time with much more force than before.

"Um..."

Lanevus turned over and lay flat on the floor. He snorted in dissatisfaction, as if he was annoyed that his sleep was disturbed, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Who are you!" After seeing the two people in front of him, Lanevus immediately moved back twice and looked at them with horror. He shouted loudly, as if trying to attract the night watchman on duty. Then he felt a chill on his neck.

A saber was pressed against his throat.

Lanevus swallowed his saliva, and at the moment when his Adam's apple bulged, his skin and flesh gently pressed against the blade, bringing a slight touch.

"Don't make any noise," Leonard lowered his voice and deliberately changed his tone. His voice now sounded a bit like an old man. "We have no ill intentions. Of course, the premise is that you have to cooperate."

Lanevus lowered his eyes to look at the sword that gleamed coldly under the warm light of the gas lamp. He opened his mouth but said nothing. Finally, he nodded very slightly.

Damn it.

Where did these two people come from?

Lanevus felt that he was really unlucky. While he maintained his fear on the surface, he was thinking in his heart why the two people came and whether it would be beneficial or harmful to him.

"In fact, we are here to help you." Klein chuckled and lowered his voice, trying to change his voice to make it far different from his real voice.

Lanevus looked at them with a puzzled look on his face, but he was somewhat interested in them.

"You performed a mysterious ritual, a ritual about God," Klein said affirmatively.

Lanevus suppressed his instinctive reaction, maintained his panic, and whispered, "Sir, all rituals are related to the gods."

Klein sneered and said, "You know which one I'm talking about."

As he spoke, Leonard exerted a little force on the dagger, and the blade of the saber advanced towards Lanevus's flesh and blood.

A slight pain appeared on his neck. If the other party exerted more force, he might bleed. As a senior Beyonder, Lanevus knew clearly how dangerous it was for blood to fall into the hands of others in the Beyonder world.

"If you can't show enough sincerity, then we can't show enough sincerity either." Klein said softly.

Lanevus's face looked a little grim. A "trickster" did not have a powerful means of attack, and the strengthening of physical fitness was far inferior to being good at fighting. Judging from the action of the black-clothed man holding the saber against his throat, it would be difficult for him to escape from him if he faced him head-on, not to mention that he had a saber against his throat.

His life now rests in the hands of these two men.

"Yes," Lanevus took a deep breath and said, "That ceremony is related to my fiancée."

"More sincerity requires the two gentlemen to exchange for it with sincerity." Lanevus looked at the two men and said. He was no longer pretending to be frightened. His lips curled up slightly as if he was mocking others. Even if he was in this situation, he would not let others manipulate him like this.

"Inside you," Klein paused and continued, "there is the divinity of a great being."

Lanevus sneered and looked at the two of them mockingly. "Sir, of course I know. In fact, this is the reward I got for completing the ceremony."

Leonard was stunned for a moment. Fortunately, his cloak and mask concealed the abnormality. He immediately suppressed his surprise and did not let Lanevus notice anything unusual.

Klein didn't expect that he actually knew that he had divinity in his body. He immediately suppressed his surprise, sneered and continued: "Then do you know what would happen to you if you possessed the divinity of a great being?"

Lanevus was stunned for a moment, and he stared closely at the two people in front of him.

"Become a vessel for God's descent," Klein spoke slowly and softly. His tone was ethereal, as if he was telling a story, but his words blended into the dim environment around him, creating a sense of weirdness. "The divinity will slowly erode you. As the divinity erodes you, the consciousness of the great being will gradually awaken in your body."

"Heh," Klein chuckled, "What do you think you will be like then?"

(End of this chapter)Chapter 70: Drama

Chapter 70: Acting

Laneverus's breathing stagnated, a chill rose from his back, and the desire to survive surged into his heart like a tide.

He curled up his fingers, bent his thumb slightly, and placed his fingertips on the joints of his index fingers. Just as he was about to pinch them lightly twice, he felt the blade on his neck move.

The cold touch brushed past gently, as if urging Lanevus.

Lanevus was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously withdrew his finger.

"How can I prove that what you said is true? I did not feel the consciousness of the real Creator."

"You can wait until the true Creator's consciousness awakens, and then you will know whether it is true or false. Oh, by the way, we will not be able to save you by then." Klein chuckled and said, "There is always a price to pay for obtaining the truth, isn't it?"

He looked at the two men in black in front of him and said carefully, "The ritual was told to me by a member of the Aurora Society. His name is Sirius Aripis."

Aurora Society. Klein recalled the content of previous courses. The Aurora Society was an organization that appeared one or two hundred years ago and believed in the true Creator. In this case, the divinity in Lanevus' body was most likely the divinity of the true Creator.

As he spoke, Lanevus looked up at the two of them, observing them. The large black cloaks covered the two of them, and Lanevus could not get any useful information from them.

But the two people's outfits are too unique, especially the man wearing a silver half mask. It is very easy to analyze his character.

He should be more flamboyant but very calm. The mask is exquisite and has gold patterns, which shows that it is very expensive. He seems to be a wealthy man. He does not care about showing his characteristics to others and is very confident in his own strength.

The man holding the saber looked much more normal in comparison, and the sunglasses seemed to be something that someone else had asked him to wear.

There are many rich people, but not too many. There are even fewer rich people who are so ostentatious and unique, so it is not difficult to find them.

The two people in front of him looked at him silently, as if waiting for him to continue.

Lanevus collected his thoughts and continued, "The content of the ceremony is to make Megose pregnant with the true Creator's offspring."

Klein and Leonard were shocked. They didn't expect that the Son of God would be involved.

"Your sincerity is not enough," Klein said in a deep voice, "You should be sincere to your friends. This is polite, sir."

Lanevus did not mention many details of this incident.

"I am a new member of the Aurora Society who was recruited by Sirius, so Sirius told me the ceremony. I was bewitched by him and wanted to get the reward from God, so I prepared and completed the ceremony." Lanerwus paused, trying to relax his stiff body, but the saber against his neck made him dare not move easily. "After preparing the ceremony, Hood Eugen hypnotized Megose, making her mistake the phantom of the real Creator for me, and she became pregnant with the real Creator's offspring."

"I think my sincerity is enough," Lanevus stared at the two people in front of him and said, "So, sir, where are your manners? How are you going to save me?"

"Not enough," the man in black who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke up in an old voice, "Megose is just an ordinary person. Normally, she should have died during the ceremony."

"This is indeed a low-probability event, but its probability is not zero. It happened," Lanevus said with a grim expression. If he had not succeeded, he would not have fallen into this situation.

He thought of his miraculous luck afterwards, and then laughed at himself and said, "Perhaps the success of that ceremony used up all my luck, so I am so unlucky now."

Klein was silent for two seconds before he opened his mouth and said, "Tell the Night Watchman on duty about this. They will send you to the cathedral, and we will rescue you on the way."

In order to solve the problem of Lanevus, he must be sent to the Cathedral. However, if Lanevus takes the initiative to tell the Nighthawks that he has the divinity of the real Creator in his body, then this matter can be fully taken seriously. At that time, the Cathedral will send someone to pick up Lanevus. And with Lanevus's character, he will never sell out the only person who can save him. This will not expose his and Leonard's secrets, and can also ensure that the Lanevus incident will be fully taken seriously.

"What about the divinity?" Lanevus asked immediately, "How should I deal with the divinity in my body?"

"You'll know when the time comes."

"Sir, if you don't tell me," Lanevus said, "I'll find it hard to believe you."

Klein sneered in a hoarse voice and said, "You don't have to believe it."

Lanevus' pupils constricted, and just as he was about to say something, he felt the cold touch on his neck disappear.

The man in black retracted his saber.

The two intruders ignored Lanevus and left Chanis Gate one after the other.

After closing the door, Klein took out a small round mirror from his pocket that was only half the size of his palm.

Klein used this mirror to sneak into the Blackthorn Security Company. Otherwise, with his current skills, he would have difficulty even leaving the apartment.

He reached out and tugged at Leonard's cape, then raised the mirror in his hand.

Leonard thought for two seconds, then understood and took off all his disguises and handed them to Klein.

There is a risk of these things being discovered if they are left at Blackthorn Security Company.

Klein's hand paused as he took the saber. He didn't expect Leonard to have this.

He took the saber and examined it carefully.

In his previous life, Klein had browsed some information about sabers on the Internet. It was said that the blades of real sabers were usually gray, black, brown, etc., and would not shine for the sake of concealment. However, the blade of Leonard's saber was bright silver and could even reflect light under the gas light.

Klein had never come into contact with the sabers in this world, so he didn't know what they looked like. He had only heard some of his classmates talk about them in college. The more famous sabers in this world were the Feysac Sabre and the Highland Sabre.

The Kingdom of Feysac believed in the God of War, and its citizens were all brave and good at fighting. Their weapons were always good, and their sabers were world-famous for their quality.

The Highland Sabre was famous for something quite different. It was said that the blade of their saber was made of gold, which impressed Klein deeply. But even if it was true, the golden saber should only be a saber-style collectible.

Klein collected his thoughts, held Leonard's things in one hand, and stretched out his index finger with the other hand to tap the mirror twice, then pressed his fingertips against the mirror.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

A huge suction force came from the mirror, as if there was a person standing behind the calm and smooth mirror who wanted to pull him into the world in the mirror.

Klein relaxed his body and let the suction pull him.

The resistance at his fingertips suddenly disappeared, and Klein failed to retract his strength in time. His hand was suspended in the air above his room, and he was standing in the mirror image of the room. If anyone entered this room, they would only see a suspended hand.

As long as Klein takes a step forward, he can return to the real world.

…

Blackthorn Security Company

Leonard walked behind Chanis' door with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Good evening," Leonard greeted Lanevus with some surprise when he saw him sitting up. "Why are you awake?"

Lanevus looked at the night watchman with a poetic temperament, took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in his heart, and nodded, "Yes."

"Mr. Mitchell," Lanevus asked, "where did you go just now?"

"Uh... I took care of my personal hygiene problem." Leonard expressed it tactfully.

Lanevus nodded, lifted the quilt and lay back down as if nothing had happened.

Leonard secretly observed Lanevus while drinking his coffee.

If Lanevus does not tell him about the divinity in his body before the sun rises, the old man will erase his memory, and he and Klein will start with Megose and use the ritual of the offspring of the evil god to expose Lanevus.

1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes…

Lanevus suddenly sat up, gasping for breath, as if he had been frightened by something.

"Sir, sir," Lanevus stumbled to his feet and rushed towards Leonard, saying in horror, "Please save me!"

Leonard was stunned for a moment, and immediately asked: "What happened?"

"The True Creator!" Lanevus' eyes widened and he screamed in horror, "His consciousness is inside me!"

(End of this chapter)