Chapter 26: The Joy Bringer in Action

Is someone watching me?

No, no, that doesn't seem right. It feels more like I'm being observed, rather than surveilled!

Is there a wild Beyonder living nearby?

The unknown feeling of being watched caused Klein's movements to pause slightly. He almost instinctively wanted to pinpoint the source of the observation but restrained himself. His mind raced through various possibilities, and he only retained the more plausible ones.

While continuing to tidy up, Klein casually moved his position and silently placed his hand next to the pocket containing his deck of cards, ensuring that he could react immediately if anything unexpected happened.

However, since he didn't sense any malice from this observation, Klein didn't become overly tense.

This sensation of being watched, or rather observed, lasted only a few seconds before it suddenly vanished.

Maintaining his expression, Klein continued to tidy up the balcony. Once he finished and returned indoors, confirming that no one outside could see him, Klein finally exhaled and proceeded to perform a divination.

"The person who was just observing me."

After chanting this three times, Klein fell into a slumber using the dream divination method. In his dream, Klein saw a young man around twenty years old pacing anxiously in a bedroom across the street.

The young man was strikingly handsome, with shoulder-length golden curls and ash-grey eyes. He muttered to himself as he paced.

"Is the turning point that strange person mentioned referring to the guy across the street?"

"Can he really bring me a breakthrough? Should I continue hiding?"

"But what if they find me? My pathway isn't suited for combat; if I'm discovered, I'm doomed..."

The dream ended abruptly. Klein opened his eyes, instinctively feeling that the young man looked familiar. After some recollection, he matched the young man to a person he had seen in a newspaper photo.

"Lynn Soltos?" Klein muttered in confusion. Since deciding to become a detective in Backlund, he had naturally researched the well-known detectives in the city, and Lynn Soltos was one of them.

This detective was famous partly for his precise reasoning, which had helped solve many cases, and partly for his outstanding appearance. In Backlund, he was considered an exceptionally handsome man. It was said that many wealthy and noblewomen commissioned him just to see him.

However, despite his fame, this detective had very few scandals and was known for being quite self-disciplined.

Klein was unaware of the Helmosuin manuscript incident at this point. Although the Evernight Church was involved, only the Nighthawks handling the matter knew the details and hadn't specifically informed Klein.

"Why is he here? And why does he seem to be hiding from someone?" Klein pondered, "Does his turning point involve me? Did someone direct him to come here and find me to solve his troubles?"

"But I only just decided to move here..." Klein frowned, "Divination? Prophecy? Or am I being manipulated again?"

Thinking of the 0-08 that had orchestrated their Tingen Nighthawks team so precisely, Klein's mood worsened. He immediately reversed four steps and ascended to the grey fog to perform another divination.

The result surprised him.

"No manipulation..." Klein held the crystal pendulum, deep in thought. After a few seconds, he put down the crystal pendulum and conducted another divination:

"Will Lynn Soltos' situation bring me danger?"

The crystal pendulum deviated slightly but not much. This indicated that while Lynn Soltos' situation could bring Klein danger, it wasn't significant.

This relieved Klein, and he began to think more clearly: "Given the current situation, Lynn Soltos seems to be fleeing from someone. Someone guided him, telling him that his turning point is me... or rather, the new tenant in this area."

"Regardless of who Lynn Soltos has offended, that 'strange person' who guided him..." Klein suddenly recalled a certain enigmatic 'hometown' figure.

"Could it be Him?"

Though this connection seemed illogical, Klein couldn't think of anyone else who would do such a thing besides that angel from his hometown.

Moreover, since this angel had specifically mentioned coming to Backlund to find him, it wouldn't be surprising for him to give some hints once Klein arrived.

Klein was no longer concerned about whether the angel had been watching him; after all, he couldn't resist these powerful figures anyway.

With this in mind, Klein performed another divination on this matter.

Though he didn't expect much from the result and was prepared for failure, he was surprised when the divination yielded results.

"So, it really is related to my hometown angel..." Klein felt a complex mix of emotions. He calmed his thoughts and jokingly muttered, "It feels like He wants me to find Him."

"But since this matter is indeed related to Him..." Klein pondered, his fingers unconsciously tapping the bronze table, making "tock, tock, tock" sounds.

"Why? Is there something special about Lynn Soltos? Or is it the situation he's involved in that holds significant secrets?"

"Or perhaps there's something in this situation that my hometown angel cares about?"

Klein didn't think his hometown angel would guide Lynn Soltos to him out of boredom; there must be a reason and deeper meaning behind it.

But with the limited information he had, Klein couldn't come to a definite conclusion.

Sighing, Klein decided to report this matter to the church and see what they knew or what their stance was.

...

At 16 Minsk Street, across from Klein's current residence.

Lynn, with his strong dramatic spirit, continued pacing the room, playing the role of a competent detective who had been drawn into a major espionage case, narrowly escaping death. He had some skills but mainly relied on mystical cheating, and now saw a turning point but was unsure.

After a period of repetitive acting, Lynn finally stopped and sat down, appearing to be in deep thought, though still looking somewhat distressed.

If it weren't for the feather pen lying quietly in the drawer, it would be hard to believe that he was orchestrating all this himself.

(Chapter End)