Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Less than two hours after they arrived at the company, Dunn and Leonard returned with Megas.

Although Megas has not shown any abnormal behavior so far, Dunn still showed his credentials and detained her out of trust in Klein.

This was actually a violation of the rules, and if it was not later found that Megos and her child were connected to the supernatural event, Dunn would be punished by the church for it.

“I immediately sent a telegram to the church.”

After confirming Ince Zangwell's identity, Dunn was extremely excited and immediately returned to his office to contact the Church of St. Samuel in Backlund.

Leonard stared blankly at Ince Zangwell's corpse, as if he had suffered some major blow, his eyes somewhat glazed over.

After receiving permission, Klein did not go straight home to rest, but took the opportunity to travel to Mr. Azik's house by trolleybus.

Jingle, jingle.

Amidst the crisp sound of bells, Azik, dressed in a white shirt and black vest, opened the door.

He glanced at the pocket watch in his hand, confirming that it was working hours, and asked curiously, "Don't you have to work?"

"The goddess must have noticed my special qualities too." Klein shrugged, indicating that he was just too outstanding to hide.

“Alright.” Mr. Azik nodded, acknowledging Klein’s reasoning, and led Klein to a seat in the room, asking, “What brings you here today?”

“It’s related to you.” Klein took out a box from his spatial storage, but before he could hand it to Mr. Azik, Mr. Azik’s expression suddenly froze.

“I understand. Thank you for bringing him back to my side.” Mr. Azik solemnly accepted the box, but instead of opening it, he stroked the box as if reminiscing: “I dreamed of him. He was only seven or eight years old then, and he liked to run around dragging a broadsword taller than himself, saying that he wanted to become a knight when he grew up…”

Klein listened attentively, then followed Mr. Azik to an unfamiliar castle, carefully placed the skull alongside the headless skeleton in the castle's basement, and left together.

Saturday arrived quickly, and Klein, unusually, clocked in on time and did not leave his post without permission.

Not for any other reason than that his reward for killing Ince Zangwell had arrived.

And unexpectedly, the church did not seem to investigate the whereabouts of the sealed artifact 0-08, which made him even more certain that the Goddess of Night, like Adam and Lucifer, had seen through his difference.

After all, according to Lucifer, the goddess of night, Amanises, like him and Emperor Roselle, was one of the oldest beings of the first era, cast down from the Source Castle.

And from the way these deities addressed him, he guessed that he might have been part of a scheme since he awoke.

His only curiosity now was about that outrageous Taoist priest.

His style is different from the rest of the world; his lines are more sophisticated than others.

He had reason to suspect that the other party was from another world, here to amuse him.

Whether it's funny or not doesn't matter, as long as he can gain the power to protect his family before the apocalypse arrives, that's enough.

"Klein, come to my office for a moment."

Klein was lost in thought at his workstation when Captain Dunn walked over, knocked on his desk, and led him into the office.

"Are the people from the Holy Temple here?" Klein asked.

“Yes.” Sly adjusted his shirt collar and said in a deep voice, “The one who has come this time is Kreste Cecima, one of the nine high-ranking deacons of the Night Watch. The Sanctuary values ​​you very much.”

"A senior deacon?" Klein blurted out in astonishment.

The thirteen archbishops and nine senior deacons are the upper echelons of the church in the usual sense, and it is said that many of them are powerful individuals of high rank.

These twenty-two gentlemen and ladies are completely equal in status, follow only the oracle of the goddess of night, and are accountable only to the Pope.

Dunn nodded slightly and said, "Yes, a high-ranking deacon. Although Krestai is only Sequence 5 and has not yet reached the level of 'demigod, demigod,' you still need to give him the most basic respect."

Captain, you don't need to specifically remind me...

Klein felt that his captain was getting a bit arrogant, looking down on a Sequence 5 when he was only a Sequence 7.

Is he arrogant? Dunn doesn't think so. As a powerful captain with a team member who is comparable to a demigod, he believes he can keep his back straight even in a meeting within the Sanctuary.

Like I said before, you can talk to my dear teammate Klein about what you have to say.

“Where is Deacon Cecima? Where should I go to find him?” Klein asked.

"The alchemy room where potions are mixed," Dunn replied simply and directly.

Oh, this is Old Neil's territory. No wonder he wasn't at his desk today, but was wandering around...

Klein nodded, turned and went to the Night Watchers' Recreation Room, descended the winding staircase that led deep underground, and turned left at the crossroads.

Soon, he saw a hidden door illuminated by elegant gas lamps, where a man in his thirties wearing a black trench coat and white shirt was waiting, carrying a suitcase.

"Greetings, Your Excellency Cecima." Klein bowed slightly.

“Greetings, Your Excellency Klein,” Kreste Cecima replied with a polite greeting.

He dared not underestimate this seemingly inexperienced new night watchman.

Everyone in the upper echelons of the Church of the Goddess of Night knew that the Klein before them was the henchman of the legendary Pirate King Russell.

All the archbishops and deacons had tried to decipher the coordinates on the map that contained the treasure.

They entered the illusion, and some saw a starfish deeper than the starry sky, some saw an octopus more mesmerizing than a dream, and some faced a sponge full of holes, suffering severe pollution in body and mind.

Besides these three gods, there are others, including but not limited to a swarm of jellyfish that can repel a Sequence 4 demigod, a crab that severely injures a Sequence 4, and a squirrel that can even rival a Sequence 3 saint.

It's terrifying beyond words.

Not to mention that Klein also has a solo kill record against Ince Zangwell.

This undoubtedly led these high-ranking members of the Holy Temple to place Klein on the same level as themselves.

"This is Lord Klein's reward for purging the church of traitors, as well as your 'secret family recipe for delicious crab burgers'." Kreste Cecima handed the box to Klein.

The suitcase is made of silver-white metal and is similar in size and dimensions to a violin case; the suitcase itself is already quite expensive.

"A secret recipe? I've already memorized it. Why would you need to make this trip in person, Mr. Fei?"

Klein was curious and wanted to get information out of Kreste Cecima, but to his surprise, the other party was very frank and directly pointed out what he wanted to know:
"In fact, the secret is not in the recipe itself, but in the parchment on which the recipe is recorded."

Kreste Cecima gestured for Klein to open the briefcase. Klein was a little confused, but he did as he was told.

There were three things inside, and he was familiar with them all except for a notebook.

Besides the parchment containing the family's secret recipe, there was also a comically clown.

It is the sealed item '2-049'.

“The sealed artifact '2-049' is the church’s reward. As for this notebook, it’s part of the church’s research on parchment, and it might help you unravel the secrets of the parchment. You can take a look when you get back,” Kreste Cecima said solemnly. “Understood,” Klein nodded.

The two left the entertainment room together, and then left the security company with Dunn, watching Kreste Cecima leave.

"The captain seems to be in good shape." Klein looked at Dunn, whose brows were unusually relaxed today, a rare sight for the captain who always maintained a deep and serious demeanor.

"Thanks to you, the merits this time will be distributed among all of us. Combined with the merits we've accumulated before, I can try to apply for promotion to Sequence Six." Dunn didn't hide anything; if he promoted to Sequence Six, he would be one step closer to Daly.

"Does Sister Daly know about your feelings for her?" Klein suddenly asked, which made Dunn's smile freeze. He turned his head stiffly to look at Klein: "How did you find out?"

"Uh, it was an accident. The captain should know that ordinary people experience excitement after gaining superpowers, and I was no exception," Klein said with an embarrassed smile.

"What did you do?" Dunn tightened the collar of his high-necked suit to cover his face.

"I've been checking in on your love life, Captain," Klein said, coughing slightly.

Dunn remained silent for a long while before turning his head and saying in a dry voice, "Remember to keep it a secret," before fleeing in a panic.

Looking at Dunn's slightly disheveled figure, Klein couldn't help but wonder if Captain Dunn was a virgin in his thirties?

The thought of teasing him had just arisen when Klein suddenly remembered that he had never been in a relationship, even if he included his past life, and the corners of his mouth that had been twitching instantly disappeared.

He returned to his home on Narcissus Street and immediately opened the scroll of parchment containing many secrets.

The original Rune script has disappeared, replaced by Chinese characters that read: "Want my treasure? Take it if you want it! Go find it! I've left all my treasure there!"

Where did this "One Piece" come from?!
Klein covered his head, instantly abandoning his attempt to uncover the secrets of the parchment.

His nonsense about One Piece actually came true.

This directly led him to go from doubting to believing the idea that "the Taoist patriarch was just having fun."

He opened the notebook again.

The document details the various phenomena encountered by the high-ranking members of the Church of the Goddess of Night in the extraordinary sea area known as "Bichon Castle".

Some people encountered SpongeBob SquarePants, being forced to catch jellyfish for three hours, while others encountered Squidward, enduring half a day of ear-piercing screams...

This made him want to laugh for a moment.

I wonder what kind of expressions these bishops and deacons would have if they knew that this secret, which they were so worried about, was actually just a joke.

After putting the parchment and notebook back into his spatial storage, and then exchanging the sealed item '2-049' for source energy, Klein opened the door and began preparing lunch.

In the afternoon, he originally planned to enter the Heavenly Court to exchange for a puppet with similar combat power to him for practical training, but unexpectedly, Dunn came to his door in person.

"What happened again?" Klein asked.

“There’s a case that needs your help.” Dunn took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Klein: “City Councilor Maynard was found dead at home this morning. The Tingen Police Department is under a lot of pressure and hopes that we can use psychic abilities to help them find the killer as soon as possible. Well, right now you’re the only one in the team who can use psychic abilities.”

“No problem.” Klein agreed, took off his coat, picked up his hat and cane, and followed Dunn out of the residence, taking a carriage to Maynard’s house.

Klein, led by a police inspector, arrived at the hotel room where Congressman Maynard's body was found. Looking at the body covered with a white sheet, he felt no emotion.

He calmly lifted the white sheet, and his expression immediately turned strange, because the corpse's face still bore an expression that was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"What's wrong?" Dunn asked.

Klein glanced at Dunn, coughed, and then said, "Uh... Captain, it seems he died of pleasure..."

"..." Dunn fell silent for a moment before finally saying, "So the murderer is a woman?"

“Not necessarily…” Klein said quietly, which surprised Dunn.

This isn't just Klein's opinion; Senator Maynard's standard white socks, round face, and full beard are considered the epitome of perfection by a certain group.

Pressing his brow to clear his mind of impure thoughts, Klein began his divination using the body of Senator Maynard as a medium.

In a dreamlike, hazy world, he saw Maynard with his azure eyes lying on top of a woman with a stunning figure and fair skin.

He first showed an expression of extreme satisfaction and pleasure, then suddenly pulled back his right hand, pressed it against his chest, and his expression twisted into a ferocious grimace.

Snapped!
As Maynard collapsed, the image shattered rapidly, and Klein opened his eyes, waking from his dream.

Yeah, that was incredibly satisfying.

"How is it?" Dunn asked.

“Just as expected, death resulting from an affair.” Klein said, picking up the drawing board and charcoal pencil he had prepared beforehand and sketching the woman’s appearance.

"Mrs. Sharon?" Dunn called out her name.

Klein looked at him blankly: "Is she famous?"

"Lady Sharon is the most famous and beautiful widow in Tingen, and the most sought-after lady in social circles. She was Baron Hoy's second wife, but unfortunately became a widow. I was previously entrusted by her and received a considerable fee," Dunn said calmly.

A beautiful and savvy socialite...

Klein quickly came to a conclusion about this Mrs. Sharon in his mind.

However, he didn't feel much contempt for this beautiful lady.

Fortunately, it was her who prevented him from witnessing the bizarre scene of two men on top of each other.

Not long after, Dunn returned to the room: "I have explained Mrs. Sharon's situation to the police station. We can leave once they confirm that Mrs. Sharon is alright."

“Okay.” Klein had no objections, already thinking about what to arrange for dinner.

Nearly ten minutes later, a police inspector came into the room and informed Mrs. Sharon that she had admitted to being with Congressman Maynard the previous night and, under the influence of alcohol, had made a mistake that both men and women make.

The police currently lack sufficient grounds to charge her with a crime, so they can only release her and restrict her freedom to some extent while awaiting further autopsy results.

After that, there was nothing more for Klein and Dunn to do, and the two followed the police inspector to leave.

After going downstairs, Klein saw Mrs. Sharon from Maynard's memories.

The woman was wearing a long black dress, with fair and smooth skin, cascading brown hair, and innocent, pitiful brown eyes like a fawn in the forest, making one want to protect her.

Klein immediately stopped in his tracks, pressing one hand hard against his face.

This was the fourth time today that he had lost control of his expression.

The pitiful Mrs. Sharon had a sign on her head that read "Witch: lv45, 凸".

Being a superhuman is one thing, but can someone tell him why the gender symbol on Mrs. Sharon's head is convex?! (End of Chapter)