Mystery: The Transcendental Path From Angels - Chapter 313: : Elna's Movement

The badge was only the size of an eyeball, and the surface was a symbol of “destiny” and “concealment”. It was the relic that Klein found from Lanvus.

The back of it is engraved with the ancient Hermes inscription “Hold this thing, you can join”, and provides the corresponding party information:

“January 4, 1350, 8 p.m., Babur Valley.”

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

Frankly speaking, his heart is inclined not to go, even if he has been promoted to “Faceless” and can do a fairly perfect disguise, he is not very willing to take risks, because he does not know anything about that party.

Magicians don’t do unprepared shows…

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

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

“Participating in parties in the Babur Valley is risky.”

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

The gold coin rolled and fell, standing upright in his palm.

This indicates a failure of divination.

“Sure enough…” Klein was not surprised by this.

This is not a problem of insufficient pre-information, but simply not.

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

In the end, Klein 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 outlined the corners of his mouth, smiled slightly, and returned to the real world.

…………

Here, Audrey returned to the real world, recalling what happened at the Tarot Club, she planned to write a letter to tell her teacher about it.

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 who came with some surprise. Yes, the person who came was Audrey and her teacher Olvia.

“Teacher, why haven’t you contacted me for so long?”

Audrey asked complainingly!

“Hahaha!”

Olvia stepped forward and touched Audrey’s head, “Something’s been delayed.”

Seeing that her teacher didn’t want to continue talking, Audrey didn’t force it. After all, her teacher was doing big things.

So Audrey told Olvia about her experience in these Tarot Clubs.

“Ok!”

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 calculation in her heart.

…

January 4, 10:35 am.

Klein stood in front of the mahogany table and picked up a stack of banknotes.

This stack of banknotes has 5 10-pound denominations, and 10 5-pound denominations, with a total of 100 pounds, which is the reward just paid by The Hanged Man through sacrifice.

The 15 gold pounds filled Klein’s wallet a lot, and he was finally able to buy the ferry ticket with peace of mind.

Putting away the wallet, he picked up the thin human-skin glove on the table and put it on his left hand.

One of the major features of “Wriggling Hunger” is that when it is not used, it has a camouflage effect and will not be detected by most Beyonder means.

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

Gu </span> To this end, Klein also specially prepared a separate right black glove.

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 you wear it or carry it with you, it will create a hot summer-like feeling. Klein had to put it into an iron cigarette case 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 bullet box, and reloaded while counting silently.

Snapped!

He closed the reels, put the pistol in his underarm pocket, put on a black woolen coat, put on a half-height silk hat, picked up his cane and suitcase, and walked out of the hotel room door.

In addition to the “eyes of all black” and other unusable items that are still above the gray fog, he is fully armed.

Taking the carriage, Klein arrived at the “Prize Harbor Ticket Company” in the White Rose District.

The company is located in a rather old three-story building with a wooden sign with a notice on the door.

Klein walked over, stopped there, and glanced at random:

“Precautions:

“1. Obey the order and strictly queue up;

“2. Do not defecate anywhere, and do not spit anywhere;

“3. If there is a dispute, please find the guard in the hall;

“4. You can’t open a can of wolf fish in any room!”

Canned wolf fish?

What’s this?

Klein raised his eyebrows.

The hall of the “Prize Harbor Ticket Company” is quite spacious, with seven ticket windows, but there are a dozen or twenty people lined up in front of each window.

Klein glanced at it, and instead of going directly to the column with relatively few people, he took two steps to the right and came to a brown wooden board that stood upright.

A continuous piece of white paper is pasted on the wooden board, and all the information of the passenger ship in the last week is announced, including the destination, the port it passes through, and the price of different cabins.

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

“Sold out.”

“It’s very popular…” Klein sighed in a low voice.

“Of course, Pritz Harbor is the largest port in the kingdom. Countless people go to the Southern Continent and those colonial islands to find opportunities through here.” A middle-aged man standing next to the wooden board responded slightly exaggeratedly.

He wore a black bonnet and a black-and-white checked police uniform with no epaulettes, just a seagull badge on his chest—the same as the Pritz Harbor Ticket Company logo. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The middle-aged man’s face, hands, and all exposed skin are bronze-colored and rather rough, as if they have been exposed to the sea breeze and the sun for many years, so that it gives the feeling that the salt grains have penetrated into the wrinkles. .

There is a dispute to find the guards in the hall…

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 this port well?”

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

“I used to be a sailor in the Royal Navy, their main base was on Oak Island in Pritz Harbor, I served 15 years, and spent a long time at sea here, if it wasn’t for the war in East Balam that destroyed me my health and I can be a sailor for another 10 years! I know the port as much as I know my wife’s body!”

A little cultural and a little vulgar…

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

“After retiring, you came here as a guard?”

“No, I was stuck in a night school for two years, as a student, as a janitor, and the storm was on, you can imagine my age reading aloud with a bunch of teenagers And they recognize and remember words faster than me!” The guard showed an unbearable expression.

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

“Unfortunately, my knees can’t take it when it’s wet and cold, otherwise I’ll be a part-time teacher at night school, those kids will make you feel younger, but I don’t deny that I’m trying to make more money , when you have a wife and four children, you have to realize that you have to support the family.”