It was the same dream divination, but this time Klein saw more.
The first scene was still the small, dark, squalid room with Ian Wright sleeping soundly on a bunk bed.
The second scene was the same sewer they had both gone to. Ian squatted in front of Zreal’s mutilated body, reached out with his hand to rub the two rows of white teeth, and removed one of them.
The third scene was a busy and noisy street. The passersby were all dressed in plain clothes, some of which that could be described as old and tattered.
In the middle of the street, there were gardens and lawns, surrounded by low chimneys that were puffing out smoke. Ian, in his old overcoat and round hat, warily watched as he entered the telegraph office not far from the center of the street. Diagonally across it was the mall entrance to the steam metro.
The image quickly turned transparent. Klein opened his eyes, tapped his index finger on the edge of the long bronze table and made a preliminary judgment.
From that tooth and the telegram, it seems that Zreal and Ian aren’t just a detective duo that found themselves involved in a dangerous situation. They have an organization behind them!
I should be able to determine where the third scene is...
Klein was in no hurry to deeply analyze it, as he didn’t want to stay too long above the fog.
Leaving the high back chair belonging to The Fool, he went to a corner, rummaged through the paper bag that he had been placed there previously, and found Meursault’s Beyonder characteristic.
Holding the crimson, jelly-like object, Klein sat down again and wrote a new divination statement: “The corresponding potion name.”
As he silently recited the statement, he held onto the Beyonder characteristic with one hand and the piece of paper with the divination statement in the other. With the help of Cogitation, he fell into a deep sleep.
In the gray, dreamy dream, the ambassador who was dressed to the nines, appeared again before Klein with his thin, stubbly face.
Holding a bottle of crimson liquid, he said to Meursault, “Drink it, drink this Hunter potion, and you’ll rule the Zmanger gang. Of course, money is also indispensable, as Emperor Roselle once said—a stick in one hand and a carrot in the other.”
“Hunter? Backlund is a huge metropolitan city...” Meursault frowned and asked curiously.
To someone illiterate like him, hunters were associated with the wilderness and animals.
The middle-aged ambassador chuckled and said, “The biggest city is the largest dark forest.
“Here, everyone has two identities. One, the prey, and the other, the hunter.
“Even the weakest hunter is a hunter. It’s possible for them to harm stronger prey.
“Go, join this magnificent hunt.”
...
The scene shattered and turned into countless specks of light. Klein looked down at the crimson Beyonder characteristic in his hand and said to himself silently, So it’s the Hunter potion. It’s no wonder Meursault was so good at fighting. He even used a blowpipe to shoot poison darts.
It’s no wonder how he was able to track me here...
However, he doesn’t seem to fully understand the essence of being a Hunter. He didn’t set any traps ahead of time or use any weapons. He didn’t put his advantages to use... This is partly because he didn’t know that I’m also a Beyonder, one that happens to be a Sequence 8. He underestimated me. It’s also evident that he only recently consumed the potion...
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Lord Of The Mysteries (chp.201-400)
FantasyAuthor : Cuttlefish that loves diving 爱潜水的乌贼 This is for offline reading purposes only this is not my work Everything belongs to It's rightful owner, cuttlefish