Tingen City, Daffodil Street.

Klein was discussing the latest play with Benson and Melissa and was inviting them to watch it at the theater next weekend.

“I think the newspapers have said enough about it. ‘The Return of the Count’ is definitely a play that’s worth watching. It’s already been performed more than ten times in Backlund, and it sold out each time. I think that we shouldn’t miss this opportunity.” Klein, who had lacked sources of entertainment, was unwilling to give up. After all, he had been an ardent follower of television shows back on Earth.

Of course, if it wasn’t for the maintenance of my image, I’d rather go to a bar and play billiards… Yes, renting a venue for tennis isn’t a bad choice. That can be considered as it’s a leisure sport for the middle class. With my current fitness, as long as I don’t encounter other Beyonders, I should be able to handle most opponents easily… Forget it, it can only be a passing thought for now. I still have to reinvestigate the figures associated with Lanevus in the morning, go for combat training in the afternoon, and search for the house with the red chimney in the evening before returning home…

I sure am a busy man… Klein tried to remain optimistic.

Noticing that Benson was inclined towards his suggestion while Melissa was still a little hesitant, Klein smiled as he added, “I heard that the most popular supporting cast in ‘The Return of the Count’ is a genius mechanic.”

“Alright, we do have to see a play at a large theater once in our lives.” Melissa pouted and nodded her head grudgingly, but there was now a sparkle in her eyes.

Klein was about to respond when he heard a buzzing in his ears. He became dizzy for a few seconds.

Someone is praying to me… He supported his back with his right hand and chuckled.

“Then I shall wait patiently for the tickets to go on sale.”

“Alright, I’ll be returning to my bedroom to write up a report.”

“We also have to plunge into the sea of knowledge and hope that we don’t drown.” Benson let out a self-deprecating laugh as he returned to the dining room with Melissa.

Klein went to the second floor and locked the door to his room. He sealed the room with a wall of spirituality, then he took four steps counterclockwise as he recited the incantations, returning to the world above the gray fog.

His figure suddenly appeared at the seat of honor in the magnificent palace fit for a giant. A pulsing crimson star reflected in his eyes.

Klein lifted his right hand and extended his spirituality, establishing a connection with the star representing Justice.

With a boom, he saw a blurred, distorted image. He saw Miss Justice in a long beige regal dress sitting on a chair in a dark corner. Her head was bowed, her hands clasped.

At the same time, her still nascent and nervous voice stacked in an illusory manner, reverberating around the space, “The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era,

“You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog;

“You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.

“I pray for your attention.

for you to

at a ball held by Duke Negan and encountered someone who’s suspected to

is disguising himself as Baron Gramir, and his motives

different than

carefully interpreted what was happening. Finally, he understood

powers of Creeping Hunger to

that one of the ladies at the ball is a Spectator, a Spectator who has committed the mannerisms of Baron Gramir to

the past two days and realized that I can create something like the Door of Summoning, but I’m unable to open it. I was going to find some time to purchase some materials with spirituality in the underground market to prepare for my second experiment. Miss Justice definitely wouldn’t have spirituality-infused materials

room in

a few times before finally stopping. She tidied her clothes and walked

gone for too long because her parents would worry about her and thus misjudge the situation. It would cause them to

which was covered in a white veiled glove, and

path back to the dining hall. She saw the figures holding wine glasses and plates get closer when her vision suddenly turned blurry. She realized that an illusory fog was spreading

and atop the chair was a mysterious presence, a mysterious presence

almost

deep, familiar voice: “I’m

images of the long tables of food and wine, as well as the

subconsciously straightened her back and entered the dining hall with light steps.

palace in the

the message to The Hanged Man after finishing his reply

personally take on the role of a messenger!? He deliberated for nearly a minute before an idea came to

and tapped, launching the scene

Backlund. At the Holy Wind

was going through the investigation reports in a simple room, trying to find traces of

stack of

back in his chair and rubbing his eyes, he saw his field of

was an ancient chair which seemed to exist eternally, deep within the

Alger, he saw that another hazy figure in a regal dress within the grayish-white

“I’m at a ball held by Duke Negan and encountered someone who’s

is disguising himself as Baron Gramir, and his motives are

Gramir were a little different than usual. This made me recall the appearance-altering

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