Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

"Klein, why are you packing your bags?"

Inside the room, Melissa and Benson watched Klein pacing back and forth, even dragging out his suitcase. They looked at each other, bewildered, wondering what was going on.

"Did your company arrange this trip?" Benson guessed. He and Melissa both knew that Klein Company had always had excellent benefits.

No, it's simply because there's no place for me in Tingen anymore.

Klein put down what he was doing and collapsed onto the sofa in despair: "I'm planning to go to Backlund soon."

“I agree, we should definitely travel more while we're young.” Benson nodded and asked, “When?”

"The day after tomorrow." Klein stared blankly at the ceiling.

He'd like to leave tonight if possible, but he doesn't have a train ticket.

"What about the dance on Sunday? Eliza, Aria, and Peros said they wanted to ask you for dance lessons." Melissa frowned.

Eliza, Arya, and Peros are all ladies of suitable age and with good personalities, whom Klein met at the ball a few days ago.

I heard that Klein played a piano piece in public and showed off his singing voice. He first won the favor of countless noble ladies with his singing and dancing, then conquered their hearts with his witty and humorous conversation skills, and finally won them over with his excellent cooking skills.

The three ladies mentioned above are three of the candidates who have clearly expressed interest in Klein and are willing to continue developing the relationship.

The rest of the people were assigned by Melissa to other balls or parties.

Please don't mention them anymore...

Klein covered his face, feeling even more desperate.

Because of some people's perverse sense of humor, he was like Lu Xiaobu possessed for those few days, his flirting skills were almost maxed out.

From middle-aged women to teenage girls, it captures almost every age group.

Elizabeth told me that he topped both the list of most popular girls in Tingen and the list of most despicable men.

Run! We have to run! If we don't run now, it will be too late!

“If they ask about me, please tell them I’m dead,” Klein said earnestly.

Aside from death, he couldn't think of a solution to these problems for the time being.

“Nonsense…” Melissa sighed resentfully, “I thought I’d have another sister-in-law before the New Year.”

“You have to urge Benson on this,” Klein said. “In a few more years, once Benson’s hairline recedes a bit more, he really won’t be able to find his sister-in-law.”

"How did the topic suddenly turn to me..." Benson put down the newspaper in his hand, shaking his head with a wry smile.

“That is indeed a problem.” Melissa glanced at Benson and nodded solemnly.

"..." Benson felt a little insecure under Melissa's gaze. He reached up and touched his forehead. Was his hairline really that high?
……

The next day, at the steam train station in Tingen.

Klein stared speechlessly at Melissa, who was at the very front of the crowd.

Melissa felt a little embarrassed by Klein's gaze and quickly mumbled an explanation, "I didn't want to either, but they gave me too much..."

Behind Melissa were Benson, followed by Captain Dunn of the Night Watch team, Leonard, and other members.

Behind them, Eliza, Arya, Peros, Nicole, Elena, Greta, Yamila, and other girls had tears in their eyes.

Behind these girls, their suitors, nobles of all ages from all over Tingen City, were gritting their teeth at Klein.

Klein chuckled dryly, his voice devoid of any emotion. In the tense atmosphere, he finally waited for the departure time and shoved into the carriage without looking back.

Because his family was becoming increasingly wealthy, this time he bought a luxury first-class seat, and sitting next to him was Mr. Azik, who was also traveling to Backlund.

It was just past 9 a.m., and he would arrive in Backlund in four hours.

Backlund, as the capital of the Kingdom of Rune, has always been known as the "Land of Hope" and the "City of All Capitals".

It is said that there are wide, slightly murky rivers, docks one after another, rows of houses, various buildings mainly in the Loren style but interspersed with Gothic styles, crowded streets, chimneys constantly spewing out "mist", extremely magnificent palace complexes, and towering, iconic Gothic clock towers...

"Are all those girls your catches from the past week or so?"

As Klein was lost in thought, he heard Mr. Azik's teasing voice.

“Mr. Azik, please don’t remind me anymore,” Klein said with a wry smile.

“You should definitely find a partner, or rather, start a new family; it will greatly help you integrate into the world,” Mr. Azik advised.

He had heard Klein talk about his background, and that's when he understood why Klein had always been so distant.

Compared to Klein, who maintained a distance from everything, he preferred the lively and emotional Klein he had seen over the past seven days. He didn't believe that this Klein was being manipulated.

On the contrary, he believed that this was the real Klein, or rather, Zhou Mingrui, hidden in Klein's heart.

It was only because he had come to this strange and dangerous future that he hid himself and used a side of himself that was more suitable for dealing with problems.

The best way to unleash your truest self is to find a strong enough anchor.

For someone like Klein, who retains a strong sense of humanity, emotional attachment and the continuation of bloodlines are the most effective ways to solve this problem.

“I don’t have that idea for now.” Klein smiled slightly, politely declining Mr. Azik’s suggestion.

In fact, he just hasn't found a girl who suits his taste yet.

Well, to put it another way, transmigrators consider themselves superior, those with real skills are second-class superior, and those with both a system and real skills are third-class superior.

Although he wasn't a time traveler, but just an old-fashioned person, there was still a generation gap.

So, let's take it slow when it comes to finding a partner.

Woo!
The sound of the steam whistle echoed in every corner of the platform as the enormous, monstrous steam train, pulling more than twenty carriages, slowly came to a stop.

Dressed in a tailcoat, wearing a monocle over his right eye and a top silk hat, Klein carried an exaggerated leather suitcase that seemed disproportionate to his size as he steadily stepped onto the ground of Backlund, the capital of the Kingdom of Loen.

The city is bisected by the Tasok River, which flows southeast to its mouth, and is connected by the Backlund Bridge and ferries. With a population of over five million, it is the most prosperous city in both the north and south continents.

Klein looked around and saw only a pale yellow mist everywhere, making visibility extremely poor. The gas lamps hanging on the platform had already been lit one by one, dispelling the gloom and darkness.

"Klein." After parting ways with Mr. Azik, Klein arrived at the reception area, where Senior Butler Kreste Cecima, carrying his suitcase, waved to him.

“We meet again, Mr. Krest,” Klein greeted him, then followed him into the carriage. Together they arrived at St. Samuel’s Cathedral in Backlund, where Archbishop Anthony and the entire cathedral leadership were waiting.

"This is a bit too formal," Klein said, feeling somewhat flattered.

“That’s only right,” Anthony said with a smile. “Welcome, Deacon Klein.”

Yes, Klein's move to Backlund can strictly be considered a promotion.

He is now the tenth senior deacon of the Church of St. Samuel in Backlund, possessing considerable autonomy and the ability to influence the resources of the Church of the Goddess of Night to a certain extent.

In return, he also needs to help the church deal with any unforeseen circumstances that might affect Backlund.

“Dali, you can take our Deacon Klein to his office.”

After the welcoming ceremony, Anthony spoke to the psychic Daly who was standing to the side.

“No problem.” Daly nodded, a standard polite smile on her face, and gestured for Klein to follow her: “Then, Deacon Klein, please come with me.”

“Okay.” Klein smiled calmly.

Once they arrived at the office, Daly relaxed and sat down at Klein's desk, speaking with some surprise:

"Although I knew long ago that Tingen would only be a stepping stone for you, I didn't expect you to jump so quickly. In just a few months, you have gone from a newcomer who knew nothing about the supernatural world to a butler."

“I didn’t expect this either, but that’s just how reality is—it’s illogical.” Klein smiled and opened the drawer, finding a beautifully crafted invitation with intricate patterns lying quietly inside. “What’s this?”

“Duke Negan’s invitation to the ball,” Daly explained. “Although Duke Negan is a follower of the Church of the Storm Lord, the Church of the Storm Lord and the Church of the Goddess of Night are not hostile to each other, so he sent you the invitation after learning that you had become a new deacon.”

"Can I not go?" Klein asked.

He does have some psychological trauma related to dances and the like.

“Of course you can.” Daly patted Klein on the shoulder and said seriously, “Get your act together, Klein. You’re a special-appointed deacon. You can do whatever you want.”

“Okay, okay.” Klein nodded sheepishly.

“However, I still recommend that you go,” Daly continued. “Duke Negan is the leader of the Conservative Party in the kingdom, and his brother, Agusid Negan, is the current prime minister.”

"So?" Klein gestured for Daly to continue.

"So his party will definitely be attended by a lot of noble ladies. As far as I know, Earl Hall will be attending this party. Earl Hall, do you know? You can take this opportunity to resolve your personal problems."

Klein certainly knew this; he was among the richest of the rich.

Tsk, speaking of which, Miss Justice is Earl Hall's daughter, so she'll be attending this gathering too? That would be nice to meet her.

Seeing that Klein had accepted the invitation, Daly winked teasingly and said, "I wish you success in advance."

Klein chuckled. "You probably don't know my title as the 'Little Prince of the Balls' in Subingen."

……

On Friday, Klein, dressed in a suit and wearing a monocle, arrived at Duke Negan’s mansion in the Queens, under the teasing gaze of Daly.

Pushing open the door, Klein was led to the second floor of the ballroom by a waiter.

Under the enormous crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, Duke Negan, who was conversing with Earl Hall while his gaze followed the long, beautiful legs on the dance floor, noticed Klein and asked curiously, "And this gentleman is?"

“Klein, Klein Moretti.” Klein removed his top hat and introduced himself.

“Deacon Klein? I didn’t expect you to be so young.” Duke Negan immediately stopped smiling and looked at Klein seriously.

The deacons of the Church of the Goddess of Night are all powerful superhumans with the lowest level of Sequence 5 and the combat strength of Sequence 4.

Even he deserves a great deal of respect for such a being.

“This is Earl Hall,” Duke Negan introduced.

Earl Hall said solemnly, "Greetings, Your Excellency Deacon Klein."

Earl Hall is a devout follower of the Church of the Goddess of Night.

"Hello, I've heard so much about you." Klein nodded slightly, and they exchanged greetings.

"I never expected someone like you to attend a gathering," Duke Negan said with curiosity.

Klein calmly adjusted his monocle over his left eye: "I've only been in Backlund for a short time, and your gathering will help me integrate better."

“That’s a great honor.” Duke Negan chuckled, clapping his hands. His booming voice echoed through the mansion, drawing the attention of all the guests present. “Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome our Deacon Klein with the warmest applause!”

deacon?

Amidst a thunderous applause, countless gazes from the extraordinary turned toward Klein, standing beside Duke Negan.

As extraordinary beings, they understood better than anyone the true value of the title "deacon."

Fortunately, news of the Church of the Goddess of Night's appointment of a new deacon had already spread, making it easy for them to confirm Klein's identity.

This is a great opportunity to meet important people.

So, before the party actually started, a whole bunch of high-ranking officials and extraordinary individuals came over to toast and chat with Klein, inviting him to their upcoming or planned salons.

Klein greeted them all with a smile on his face.

Although what he just said was just an excuse, he wouldn't refuse if it really meant meeting more people, because it might trigger some daily or world quests.

"Baron Gramir, this way please."

Just as Klein finished his conversation and was about to go downstairs for a stroll, a waiter led a viscount in through the door.

The viscount was nothing unusual at tonight's banquet; the only unusual thing was the bright red [lv46] badge on his head.

This is... an assassin?
Klein glanced at the other party with interest, then found a higher vantage point to observe.

If nothing unexpected happens, the man in front of us is the "Hurricane Admiral" Ziringus that Alger the Hanged Man mentioned. What does he want to do at the ball?
To assassinate Duke Negan right in front of him? (End of Chapter)