Mystery: The Extraordinary Journey Starting from an Angel

The badge was only about the size of an eyeball, with symbols symbolizing "destiny" and "hiddenness" on the surface. It was the relic that Klein had originally found from Lanervus.

On the back of it is engraved the ancient Hermes inscription "If you hold this object, you can join", and provides the corresponding party information:

"January 4, 1350, 8 o'clock in the evening, Babur Valley."

The question that Klein needs to consider now is whether to take this badge and try his luck in the Babur Valley tomorrow night.

Frankly speaking, his heart was inclined not to go. Even if he had been promoted to "Faceless Man" and could make a perfect disguise, he didn't want to take risks because he didn't know anything about the party.

Magicians don’t perform without preparation…

Klein whispered, took out a gold coin, and held it between his two fingers.

He picked up the badge with his other hand and whispered to himself:

"There are risks involved in attending gatherings within the Babur Valley."

After several times in a row, he popped out the gold coin with a clang.

The gold coins rolled down and stood upright in his palm.

This indicates a failure in divination.

"Sure enough..." Klein was not surprised by this.

This is not a problem of insufficient pre-information, but simply none.

He sat there in silence, with only the gold coins rolling between his fingers.

In the end, Crane overcame his curiosity and adventurous spirit and decided not to go.

"But that doesn't mean I can't get involved in this matter. Tomorrow night at 8 o'clock, um..." He twitched the corners of his mouth, smiled slightly, and returned to the real world.

……………………

Here, Audrey returned to the real world, thinking about what happened at the Tarot Club, and decided to write a letter to her teacher to tell her.

Just when she was about to start writing, the surroundings were suddenly enveloped in darkness, and a figure appeared in the darkness.

"teacher?"

Audrey looked at the person coming with some surprise. Yes, the person coming was Audrey and her teacher Olvia.

"Teacher, why haven't you contacted me for so long?"

Audrey asked with some complaints!

"Hahaha!"

Olvia stepped forward and touched Audrey's head, "Some things have been delayed."

Seeing that her teacher didn't want to continue talking, Audrey didn't force her. After all, her teacher did big things.

So Audrey told Olvia all about her past Tarot sessions.

"Um!"

Olvia nodded and then asked:

"What's going on with Elna White lately."

"She asked me to go with her to find Ince Zangwill."

Ince Zangwill?

The difficulty is for 0-08.

Olvia had a plan in mind.

………………

January 4, 10:35 am.

Klein stood in front of the mahogany table and picked up a wad of bills.

This stack of banknotes has 5 10-pound denominations and 10 5-pound denominations, totaling 100 pounds, which is exactly what the "Hanged Man" just paid through sacrifice.

These 15 gold pounds made Klein's wallet a lot fuller, and he could finally buy a boat ticket with peace of mind.

After putting away his wallet, he picked up the thin human leather glove on the table and put it on his left hand.

A major feature of "Creeping Hunger" is that when not in use, it has a camouflage effect and will not be detected by most extraordinary means.

Therefore, Klein could switch it between its original appearance, gloves of various colors, and camouflaged skin. This time, he chose black gloves.

For this purpose, Klein also specially prepared a separate black glove on the right side.

Immediately afterwards, he put the brown "biotoxin bottle" into the iron box, sealed it with a spiritual wall, and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his clothes.

As for the "Sun Brooch", as long as it was worn or carried around, it would create a hot summer-like feeling. Klein had to put it into an iron cigarette box and hide it at the bottom of the suitcase.

"9 purification bullets, 15 demon hunting bullets, 3 exorcism bullets..."

Klein took out the revolver and the box containing the bullets, and loaded them while counting silently.

Snap!

He closed the revolver, put the pistol into the armpit gun bag, then put on a black woolen coat and a half-high silk hat, picked up his cane and suitcase, and walked out of the hotel room.

Except for the "Total Black Eyes" and other unusable items that were still above the gray fog, he was fully armed.

Taking a carriage, Klein arrived at the "Plitzport Ticketing Company" located in the White Rose District.

This company is located in a rather old three-story building, with a wooden sign with a notice hanging at the door.

Klein walked over, stopped there, and took a casual glance:

"Notes:

“1. Observe order and line up strictly;

“2. Do not urinate or spit anywhere;

"3. If you have any disputes, please go to the guard in the hall;

"4. Cans of wolf fish cannot be opened in any room!"

Canned wolf fish?

What's this?

Klein raised his eyebrows.

The lobby of "Plitzport Ticket Company" is quite spacious, with seven ticket windows, but there are already more than ten or twenty people lined up in front of each window.

Klein took a glance and did not go directly to the row with relatively few people. Instead, he took two steps to the right and came to a straight brown wooden board.

There is a continuous piece of white paper stuck on the wooden board, which announces all the passenger ship information in the past week, including the destination, ports passed, prices of different cabins, etc.

Before Klein could take a closer look, a staff member came over and drew a red circle on one of the rows for the second-class cabin and marked a word:

"Sold out."

"It's very popular..." Klein sighed in a low voice.

"Of course, Pulitzer Port is the largest port in the Kingdom. Countless people pass here to seek opportunities in the Southern Continent and those colonial islands." A middle-aged man standing next to the wooden board responded in a slightly grandiose manner.

He wore a black bonnet and a black-and-white checkered police uniform, but he had no epaulettes and only a seagull badge on his chest - which was exactly the same as the logo of the "Pritz Port Ticketing Company".

This middle-aged man's face, hands, and all exposed skin are bronzed and quite rough, as if he has been exposed to the sea breeze and sun exposure for many years, giving the impression that salt grains have penetrated into the wrinkles. .

If you have a dispute, go to the guard in the lobby...

This should be the guard...

Klein remembered the precautions at the door and didn't mind the other party taking the initiative to talk to him. He smiled and said:

"You seem to know a lot about this port?"

Upon hearing this question, the middle-aged man replied quite proudly:

"I used to be a sailor in the Royal Navy. Their main base is on Oak Island in Pulitzer Harbour. I served for 15 years and spent a long time at sea here. If it hadn't been for the war in East Balam that destroyed me With my health, I can still be a sailor for another 10 years! I know this port as well as I know my wife’s body!”

A little cultured, a little vulgar...

With the intention of inquiring about the news at sea, Klein casually chatted:

"After you retired, you came here to work as a guard?"

"No, I was crammed into a night school for two years, a student and a janitor at the same time. The storm was blowing. Can you imagine what it was like for someone my age to read aloud with a bunch of teenagers? ? And they can recognize and remember words faster than me!" The guard showed a look of regret.

As he spoke, he patted the outside of his thigh and sighed:

"It's a pity that my knees can't stand it every time it's wet and cold. Otherwise, I would still work part-time as a night school teacher. Those kids will make you feel younger, but I don't deny that I do it to make more money." "When you have a wife and four kids, you have to realize that you have to support the family."