Because Klein knows that it must look stupid.

Sitting in the carriage going back to Zotland Street, he gradually became familiar with this fellow Nighthawk named Leonard.

Yesterday's chat and exchange, coupled with today's cooperation, allowed the two people with different personalities to cross the first threshold in their interpersonal relationships.

When the two got off the carriage, Klein felt that they had probably become friends who could have lunch together without feeling awkward.

...Probably, I hope this is not a delusion of his own.

But when Klein finished collecting today's bullets and was about to go to practice shooting, he walked out of the company's door. He saw this poet-like night watcher also standing outside the door, looking from a distance on the street where the showers had stopped in the summer afternoon.

, looking as if he was wandering in a fugue.

What's going on here……

Out of human concern as a colleague, Klein took the initiative to greet him:

"You have an appointment in the afternoon? Or are you waiting for someone?"

Leonard retracted his gaze towards the distance, smiled slightly and shook his head.

"No, maybe I should say I'm expecting a miracle to come."

...It was strange. Klein didn’t know how to respond for a moment, so he could only raise a polite social smile.

"Then I wish you good luck first."

As he spoke, he straightened the hat on his head again, thus tactfully expressing his intention to leave first.

When Leonard saw this, he didn't say much and watched him walking down the steps with a smile.

But before Klein could walk up the stairs in front of the company's main entrance, he was somewhat surprised to hear Leonard's dissuasive voice.

"Wait a minute, Klein, I suddenly remembered something to ask you."

This question sounded so familiar... like something the captain would say. Klein suppressed his laughter and turned to face the black-haired poet who was also walking down the steps.

"How can I help you?" he said politely.

Perhaps out of some desire to share with others, Klein felt that the other person's spirituality was very active, expressing his happy mood at this time happily and powerfully.

"Klein, do you still remember what you asked me yesterday about how I would react if someone asked me for directions? What would my answer be... to give directions to that person normally?"

Klein didn't quite understand the purpose of his question, so he could only give a positive answer after searching his memory.

"Haha, but I realize now that that's just my reaction under normal circumstances."

Leonard showed a smile that he rarely had. He had a beautiful shape, and his green eyes with slender upper and lower eyelashes were slightly curved. He was no longer bohemian, but looked a bit like a big boy who had not grown up.

"If the person happens to be my ideal type, then I will be happy to take her to where she wants to go, no matter how far it is."

When Klein heard this, he had the urge to raise the corner of his mouth. He felt as if he had returned to his high school days. His best friend who had finally chatted with his crush pulled him and said that he wanted to share with him the changes in his mind during the crush.

.

He then nodded slightly and smiled cooperatively:

"It seems like what happened after yesterday, you met your ideal girl? Do you mind revealing her type... I mean, it can bring inspiration for my creations."

After skillfully using the creative novel as a shield, Klein's inspiration was vaguely touched. While he was slightly dazed, some key words in the conversation just now and individual details of yesterday's experience were extracted and arranged into a series of incoherent words.

Break sentences.

Asking for directions... Alice, who came back late from a walk... met a certain extraordinary person on the way...

Klein's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Damn it, don’t be like this! Don’t say that such a coincidence will happen!

Unfortunately, it seems that no god has heard Klein's inner cry.

In his gradually stiffening smile, Leonard smiled and gave an answer that horrified him.

"It's hard for me to tell you what type of person she is, because in my opinion, she is very special, very special. I don't think there will be another girl like her in the world... Well

, if you are just curious about her appearance, then I can only say..."

After what seemed like a subtle pause, the young Nighthawk continued:

"Her eyes are beautiful green... That is the most beautiful sea I have ever seen."

……That's it?

Klein almost spat out this rude statement. He thought that if the other party was provoked into anger, he, a "seer" who was not good at fighting, would most likely not be able to defeat this violent poet, so he had to hold back and pretended to be curious and asked:

"Blue and green color?"

——Actually, for some reason, he could guess who Leonard met yesterday just from this description.

Perhaps it wasn't that Leonard didn't want to reveal more information about her appearance to him, but that he simply didn't remember what she looked like specifically...

What's even more sad, and even more horrifying to think about, is that Leonard didn't seem to feel anything was wrong at all. After praising her beautiful eyes in a poet's tone, he seemed to have returned to his usual casual demeanor.

But his tone of "reminding" Klein kindly was not casual at all.

"Klein, I can understand your enthusiasm for drawing materials, but don't say I didn't warn you in advance. It's okay for you to find inspiration from me. I don't want to see copied characters... That would make me feel

, the beauty that only belongs to me is shared by people I don’t know. This feeling is very bad..."

...What else can I say?

Klein smiled awkwardly and brought the topic he had initiated to an end. At the same time, he tried to control his emotions, and his trembling back gradually returned to normal.

…

As a result, that night, until Alice returned to the mirror space where she stayed, Klein didn't wait until she took the initiative to mention yesterday's request for directions.

Perhaps as an episode, in Alice's eyes it has become a past event not worth mentioning.

In fact, until now, his life has been normal.

The atmosphere at the Moretti family's dinner table was still cheerful, and his relationship with Miss Witch... was still the same.

There were no night watchmen disguised as gas meter scribes coming to "visit", no violent poets who suddenly sensed something was wrong and got angry and came to kill them.

Nothing unexpected happened.

Leonard Mitchell did not realize at all that the girl who asked him for directions yesterday was the Sequence 6 "Mirror Witch" wanted by the church, nor did he know that she was now staying with a newcomer who had just joined the Nighthawks.

The home of "Soothsayer" Klein.

Everything is fine.

After finishing his evening meditation and spiritual vision exercises, Klein put the heavy gold coins in his pocket, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep not long after.

He still slept well tonight.

It seemed that he had had some kind of dream on the way, but the faintly moving music of the piano soon calmed down this spiritual throbbing, leading him to a deeper and deeper sleep.

On Saturday morning, Miss Witch's good morning came on time, just like the sun rising as usual.

———

On the outskirts of Tingen, there is a house with a dark red chimney.

Near the window of the master bedroom of the house, there is a desk with several books piled on it whose covers cannot be seen clearly, a few scraps of paper, and a book of notes spread out in the center of the desk.

On the page where several lines of text appeared, a classical feather pen was writing.

*"Leonard Mitchell and Klein accepted the commission and relied on the abilities of the Extraordinary to quickly rescue Elliot. Unfortunately, Klein failed to immediately discover that the Antigonus family was hiding on the opposite side.

Clues to the notes.”

"However, his spirituality reminded him in his dream, and the Tingen City Night Watch team obtained the corresponding clues."* (Note: Chapter 210 of the original part one)

There is no ink dipped in it, and there is no one to write it. It writes furiously on the paper, as diligently as a dock worker who volunteers to work overtime until late at night.

"——It should be like this. But Klein was too tired. After finishing the dream of spiritual revelation, he fell into sleep again. This time, he fell asleep very soundly and did not remember that he had ever had an important dream.

.”

"Riel Bieber is hiding in the Tyrell warehouse in the dock area, absorbing the power from the notes. His power is growing, but the Tingen City Nighthawks team does not know that the Antigonus they have been looking for

The Si family notes are inside the body of this guy who is about to transform into a dangerous monster."

"If the situation does not change, in a few days at most, Rhyl Bieber will completely lose control and cause turmoil in the dock area. The Punisher team that manages this area will receive intelligence and send a team to eliminate this threat."

"In this way, Dunn Smith will lose the opportunity to access the Antigonus family notes. Poor Ince Zangwill! There is a fatal flaw in his layout!"

"And at this moment, there was someone..."

The quill that was about to write the next word stopped.

A slightly pale palm tightly grasped the pen holder, stopping it from creating freely.

"The direction of the story shouldn't be like this..."

The owner of the pale palm said this, picked up the quill without ink, and scratched the words used to describe the future line by line into a group of smear marks that no one could recognize.

After a long time, the following words were gradually written at the beginning of a new line:

"After Klein woke up, driven by the uneasiness in his heart that he had missed something, he decided to go out on foot today. On the way to the Nighthawks team's stronghold, he passed by a familiar house, where he solved a problem yesterday.

A kidnapping case, inspired Klein decided to go in to investigate. He is a 'divineer' and trusts his spiritual intuition very much, so he will definitely go to investigate. This is logical, and our story is absolutely
Chapter completed!