Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

"Is there a problem?" Dunn keenly noticed Klein's unusual behavior and asked in a low voice.

“Lady Sharon is a witch, Sequence Six,” Klein replied in a similarly low voice.

In the eyes of the major orthodox religious sects in the Kingdom of Rune, the Witch Cult is no different from the White Lotus Cult. They are either causing trouble or on their way to cause trouble. Therefore, as long as she is proven to be a witch, she can be convicted directly.

Dunn nodded slightly to indicate that he understood, then turned around and called over a familiar police inspector, telling him that there was a new discovery and that he hoped the inspector could take Mrs. Sharon to another room for a private talk.

The police inspector gave Dunn a deep look, revealing a knowing glance between men, and then jogged over to Mrs. Sharon to tell her that there were new developments that required her cooperation in the investigation.

After hearing the police inspector's words, Mrs. Sharon glanced in the direction of Dunn and Klein, then lowered her head again, looking timid and trembling, and followed the police inspector away.

"I will guard the door for you and won't let anyone disturb you," Dunn said calmly, watching Mrs. Sharon's departing figure.

Sequence Six was already considered one of the strongest in Tingen, but unfortunately he encountered Klein.

“No problem,” Klein said easily.

in the room.

Mrs. Sharon sat gracefully in the wooden chair. Upon hearing the sound of the door hinges turning, she quickly rose, her tearful eyes fixed on Klein as he pushed open the door and entered.

“Sir, I am truly sorry about what happened to Mr. Maynard, but it was just an accident…” Mrs. Sharon took two steps forward, bent down, and fully displayed her beautiful figure.

Klein glanced at her and coughed lightly. Although Mrs. Sharon was incredibly beautiful and alluring, unfortunately, the thought that she was also a man made it impossible for him to look at her directly.

"Mrs. Sharon, may I ask you a question?" Klein asked solemnly, his tone extremely serious.

This surprised Mrs. Sharon, who nodded in confusion: "Of course, what is the problem?"

"Why is the witch a man?" Klein looked at Mrs. Sharon seriously, and Mrs. Sharon's expression changed drastically.

Three minutes later.

The door was opened again, and Klein grabbed Mrs. Sharon by the back of her collar and dragged her into Dunn's hands.

"Why that expression?" Dunn looked at Klein strangely, whose expression was very odd.

"Well, Captain, did you know that witches are actually all men?" Klein carefully chose his words.

"?" Dunn slowly typed a question mark. He suddenly remembered the records of the Assassin path in the Church of the Goddess of Night: Sequence Nine Assassin, Sequence Eight Instigator, Sequence Seven Unknown... Dunn's eyes widened: "So?"

"That's right, the seventh sequence of the Assassin's Path is called the Witch. Men who take the Witch's Potion will turn into women," Klein said solemnly.

All he could say was that society ten thousand years from now would be terrifying.

The man transformed into a woman without leaving a trace, and was even more beautiful and charming than a woman, truly illustrating the truth that when men get sexy, what chance do women have?

If this skill were used in modern times, wouldn't it be incredibly profitable...?

It was already dark when I returned to my residence from Congressman Maynard's house.

As soon as Klein took out his keys and opened the door, he saw the maid Bella wiping the dining table. His sister Melissa and brother Benson had already finished dinner and were sitting on the sofa reading books.

“You came back at just the right time; we had just finished eating,” Melissa said with a smile.

“Yes, so now you can only watch me eat.” Klein gestured to the vegetables and sauces in his hand.

Melissa's expression froze instantly.

"So what did you eat for dinner?" Klein asked.

“Mr. Benson says he’s learned a new way to cook food,” said Bella, the maid.

"What?" Klein became curious. How come he didn't know Benson had learned to cook?
“Put the leftovers from last night together and cook them, then add water and bread, and finally sprinkle with black sesame seeds and salt to taste…” Melissa repeated in a low, ethereal voice.

Tsk, the guy who can make dishes like this should go to Hell's Kitchen for a training course...

Klein reached up and pinched his forehead: "So?"

“We can’t waste food…” Melissa bit her lip and nodded seriously.

Oh, my dear sister, I sense you're questioning the meaning of life...

"It's a real shame you're not home tonight, otherwise you would have changed your opinion of my cooking and become more confident in it," Benson said with a self-deprecating laugh.

Klein suppressed a laugh, cleared his throat, and asked instead, "I bought enough for multiple people. After I finish cooking, would you like to have some as a late-night snack?"

“This…” Melissa hesitated. She was indeed not full, but what would happen to her hard-earned figure if she ate a late-night snack?
It was really a dilemma. Klein seemed to have suddenly grown up, not only surpassing her in interpersonal skills, but also inexplicably improving his cooking skills.

She's not too keen on eating Klein's cooking anymore, because once she starts, she can't stop. When she weighed herself recently, she was devastated to find that she had gained more than ten pounds compared to a month ago, even though she was intentionally dieting. Otherwise, the situation would definitely be worse.

“I think this is a good suggestion,” Benson said confidently, putting down his newspaper.

“I think so too.” The maid Bella nodded somewhat embarrassedly; she hadn’t actually eaten much that evening.

Because the Moretti family wasn't very particular, she could always get some food from the table to eat in her room for lunch or dinner.

"How about it? Just for our sake, grant this request that's putting you in a difficult position," Klein said earnestly, suppressing a laugh.

"In that case, I'll have a little bit, but let me make it clear first, I'll only eat a tiny bit, really just a tiny bit." After thinking it over, Melissa finally reluctantly agreed.

"I'll go prepare the glasses. Tonight, the three of us siblings must have a good drink." Benson suddenly stood up and headed straight for the cupboard.

"I'll decan the wine." Bella put down the rag she was holding and took out a bottle of fine wine that she had just bought from the kitchen.

"I...I...okay, I'm waiting for my midnight snack." Melissa had just stood up when she plopped back down; she couldn't find anything else to do.

Klein smiled, picked up the bag, went into the kitchen, and started eating.

Time quickly passed to the next morning.

Surprisingly, no one got up early for breakfast today; everyone ate too much for a late-night snack last night, especially Melissa.

After Klein divined that the company didn't need him today, he had no intention of going to the company again, because not long ago, he seemed to have heard some kind of summons.

The City of Silver, the Morgue Hall.

Derrick stood on the steps, his eyes red as he looked ahead at his parents, who lay in their respective coffins.

A simple, straight silver sword was stuck in the stone slab in front of him, swaying slightly amidst the occasional thunder that shook the house.

The Bergs inside the coffin were not truly dead yet. They struggled to keep their eyes open, breathing weakly and violently at times. But in some people's eyes, the brilliance of their lives had dimmed uncontrollably and irreversibly.

"Derrick, make your move!" An old man dressed in a black robe and leaning on a sturdy cane looked at the boy whose face was almost distorted and said in a deep voice.

"No, no, no!" Derrick, with his brown hair, shook his head repeatedly, taking a step back with each word he uttered. In the end, he let out a scream that sounded like his heart was being torn apart and his lungs were being ripped open.

This is the cursed destiny that Silver City bears. Whether ordinary or extraordinary, all who die will become evil spirits. However, the evil spirits transformed from extraordinary beings are more bizarre, terrifying, and difficult to deal with. Throughout history, this curse has nearly destroyed Silver City several times. The only solution is for someone of the same bloodline to personally end the life of the dying.

Derrick is now facing such a dilemma.

His biological parents were lying in the coffins before him, not yet completely dead, and he needed to end their lives with his own hands to prevent them from becoming evil spirits.

Boom!
The old man tapped his cane and said, "Do you want the whole city to die for your parents?! Derrick, draw your sword. This is to show respect to your parents. After you calm down, you can try to become a Blood Warrior."

Berg, Derrick's father, tried to speak from inside the coffin, but after his chest heaved a few times, he could only utter a series of "hohohoho" sounds.

Derrick took a difficult step back to the side of the silver straight sword, and stretched out his right hand with trembling hands.

A cold touch entered his brain, and he recalled the moments he had shared with his parents. Then, a painful, suppressed growl escaped his throat, and he pulled the longsword out with a sudden burst of force with his right hand.

Just as he raised his longsword to stab it down.

A warm, soft light emanated from his sword, illuminating the small room.

This is... light!

Under this light, the breathing of Derrick's parents in the coffin gradually calmed down, and their heartbeats, once or twice, also began to become strong and powerful.

Luckily, I made it in time...

In the heavens above, Klein let out a long sigh of relief.

He had originally planned to have breakfast first before checking on the inexplicable call that was ringing in his head, which almost led to a serious mistake.

He can still save two dying people, but asking him to revive the dead would be too much of a challenge.

Colin Iliad, the chief of Silver City, had a sharp look in his eyes, and a glimmer of hope unconsciously appeared deep in his eyes. His deep and hoarse voice then rang out: "Derrick, can you tell me what's going on?"

“I…I don’t know either. I just prayed to the gods to save us, and then…and this is what happened…” Derrick said, somewhat bewildered.

"Then what is the price? What is the price?" Colin Iliad asked calmly.

“Uh…” Derrick recalled the last words he had uttered during his prayer, and his face paled slightly: “It is my life, and I will give my life to please Him.”

"Derrick!" Derrick's mother cried out in anguish, unwilling to trade her child's life for her own survival.

“Derrick, you shouldn’t have done that.” Derrick’s father also looked sorrowful.

The couple climbed out of the coffin and hugged Derrick tightly.

Before them, Colin Iliad's face, after a moment of struggle, turned resolute.

He was willing to sacrifice anything to save Silver City, regardless of whether the opponent was a god or a demon.

“Derrick, the past can’t be undone, so why not try to accept it?” Colin Iliad stepped forward.

This is the first time in thousands of years that the City of Silver has received the attention of the gods; it is their only chance to seize this opportunity.

Derrick broke free from his parents' embrace and nodded heavily.

Seeing that Derrick was ready, Klein decided not to wait any longer.

In front of Derrick's parents and Colin Iliad, Derrick was brought into the heavens.

Upon seeing Derrick vanish from his sight, Colin Iliad realized one thing: the strange being had been watching Derrick and them all along.

But none of that matters anymore; light is the meaning of everything.

If possible, that warm and unpolluted light would be their lifelong pursuit.

……

Above the heaven.

Klein gazed gently down at the simple, innocent-looking boy who was nearly 1.8 meters tall.

"Hello, Derrick, I heard you calling."

A flame of hope was ignited in Derrick's heart. He looked at the figure sitting high in front of him with a blank and confused expression and asked, "Are you... a god?"

The environment of the Heavenly Court needs no further explanation; in Derrick's eyes, it was the divine kingdom described in ancient texts.

Only in the Kingdom of God can such a warm and gentle light exist.

Klein leaned back, clasped his hands together, and replied in Giant's tongue with a relaxed and casual air, "You can think of it that way. You can call me, Celestial Venerable."

Hmm, he thought this young man was good; he had the potential to become his third henchman.

Since learning that the Pirate King was protecting him, Klein relaxed.

Since there are tall people to hold up the sky if it falls, he just needs to follow the steps. In the process, he plans to find some fun for himself, change some bad things, and accomplish some things he wants to accomplish.

So he planned to leave the Night Watch squad after witnessing Captain Dunn and Daly express their feelings for each other, and travel to different places in this world to see different people and things.

"Heavenly Venerable..." Derrick chewed on the word, remaining silent for a long time before finally speaking with difficulty but determination:

"Master Celestial, after you take my life, will you, as promised, help everyone in Silver City break free from the curse of fate and let the sun shine in the sky above Silver City?"

"Why should I take your life?" Klein asked with a light laugh.

“You have helped me resurrect my parents, and according to our previous agreement, I need to offer my life,” Derrick said matter-of-factly.

"Strictly speaking, I only helped you heal them, not resurrect them. As for your last two wishes, I think you should wait until you grow strong enough to fulfill them on your own."

Klein smiled and continued:
"The reason I'm meeting you today is simply to invite you to a party that takes place every seven days. The next party is in two days, and I will send you the invitation then. I hope you can attend on time."

“Okay! Okay!” Derrick nodded hurriedly.

“Then, choose a card as your code name, except for Justice and The Hanged Man.” Klein conjured a tarot deck.

Derrick's gaze swept over the Fool, finally settling on the Sun: "The Sun, I choose the Sun."

“Remember your choice; it will stay with you for life,” Klein said with practiced charlatanry, jolting Derrick back to reality.

"Derrick, did you see that god?"

As soon as he returned to his room, Colin Iliad couldn't help but ask.

“Yes, He invited me to His gathering.” Derrick nodded, excitedly adding, “I chose the Sun as my codename.” (End of Chapter)