Mystery: When the Lost Homelanders Meet the Lost Homeland Call

The day after meeting Lynn, Klein went to Hoy University to cancel his interview. There, he ran into Mr. Azik, the history professor who had often helped Klein in the past.

Mr. Azik was a middle-aged gentleman of medium build with a bronze complexion. He had gentle features, no beard, and a small mole below his right ear that was only noticeable upon close inspection.

Since Mr. Azik was a very cultured man with a good knowledge of history, Klein casually mentioned information such as the "Solomon Empire" and the "Antigonus family" during their conversation, wanting to see if the instructor had any insights.

At this point, Klein was unaware of Azik's identity, and Azik answered all of Klein's questions. Unfortunately, his memories were incomplete. To Klein's curiosity, Azik could only offer vague responses like "I seem to have heard of him before" or "It sounds somewhat familiar."

After a period of friendly conversation, Azik and another instructor went to attend a meeting. Klein, on the other hand, removed his hat and bowed as he watched them leave, only leisurely making his way home alone after they had gone some distance.

Because Klein is a gentleman with a "top hat".

Walking home, cane in hand, bathed in sunlight. Klein, who had developed the habit of looking at his phone while walking before the expedition, unfolded a copy of the "Tinggen Morning Post".

Tingen has a rich variety of newspapers. There are morning papers, evening papers, and even Candor's newspapers—a whole host of them. The content is a mix of truth and fiction, making it difficult to distinguish between them. In particular, the "clickbait" and "shocking literature" invented by Emperor Roselle often make the newspaper content a chaotic mess.

Klein skipped over the rest and precisely located the recent home invasion murder case. The answer was very official; in essence, the deceased was currently in stable condition and had not exhibited any extreme behavior. The deceased had not come forward to object to the police's assessment, and the situation was still under control.

The reporter who wrote this article is John Browning, a name that sounds impressive and suggests he's a promising candidate to become a firearms designer.

As Klein strolled along the tree-lined path, reading as he did so, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, as if tiny needles were piercing it. The timid Klein, sensing something amiss, immediately bristled.

Someone is spying on him.

He pretended to be calm as he boarded a public carriage, and after a moment's hesitation, decided to head to Champagne Street.

After getting off the bus, pretending not to notice anything, I slowly walked around Zotland Street and turned into Red Moon Street, carrying my cane and a newspaper. I then casually entered St. Serena's Church.

The great whistleblower king has decided to sue the parents.

If you're so capable, then come in here. (Pointing and gesturing)

After entering the church, the gaze that had been following him disappeared. Klein's expression remained unchanged as he prepared to find a seat outside the open prayer hall.

Klein withdrew his gaze, found a secluded spot near the passageway, placed his top hat and newspaper on his lap, and clasped his hands together, pressing them against his drooping forehead.

That night, Klein was attacked by the Secret Order, a clandestine organization established by Zarathustra the Younger in the Fourth Age that controlled the path of the diviners.

As expected of an organization that controls the path of the diviners, before the Fool, at the pinnacle of the diviners, has become an extraordinary being, this attacker has added a crucial and significant chapter to Klein's achievement of becoming an extraordinary being with his own life.

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Soon, the Moretti family moved into apartment number 2 on Narcissus Street. They heard that their second son had found a good job, and the family wanted to start a new life.

Early this morning, Klein went to Blackthorn Security Company and remembered the words left by Emperor Rosell in his diary, so he chose to become a Sequence Nine fortune teller.

In the Tingen basement, Klein stared at the dark blue, viscous liquid—it was hard to tell if it was a cup or a block—and swallowed hard.

"Should we just drink it like that?"

"Is no additional preparation required? Such as rituals, incantations, or prayers?"

Old Neil said with an "uh":

"Ready? Yes, you can start with a glass of Intis Olmere wine, then smoke a Dixie cigar, hum a melodious tune, dance a lively court dance (tap dancing is fine if you prefer), and finally play a game of Gwent..."

Seeing Klein's increasingly dazed expression, Old Neil smiled and gave a summary of the previous description:

"If you feel nervous."

"...You're quite humorous..." Klein's lips twitched twice, resisting the urge to draw his gun.

"Failure to advance to Sequence Nine is actually quite rare, so you can drink it without worry."

A familiar voice came from behind Klein, and he saw Lynn emerge from the shadows of the basement.

"Is the headquarters of the Tingen Night Watch so easy to hack?"

Klein couldn't help but complain.

"The real defenses, powered by the extraordinary power of saints, are behind the Charis Gate," Lynn said nonchalantly. "The slightly less powerful ritual arrays are in the church. To be honest, the security capabilities of this part of Blackthorn are indeed comparable to those of the Kingdom of Light."

His main purpose in coming here was to witness the moment when Klein became a superhuman. His secondary purpose was to check on Pales's situation. Pales was clearly more daring than in the original story, and he was a little worried that Pales would choose to parasitize Klein and then try to control the Source Castle.

"That's still better than the Land of Light," Klein picked up the joke skillfully. "The Land of Light is completely undefended; we just can't guard against it."

"That's true," Lynn agreed. "You guys are the strongest superhumans in all of Tingen right now. If I didn't have backup, it wouldn't be so easy for me to get in."

Old Neil smiled helplessly. If Lynn really wanted to break through, how could he possibly fail because he didn't have an inside man? It would only result in more casualties.

Moreover, when Lynn was away, he prayed to the goddess, asking her to show him the way.

The goddess's response was rather ambiguous. Old Neil eventually interpreted it as her being noncommittal. Later, Lynn's behavior convinced Old Neil that he was a friendly person.

Klein shook the potion in his hand and chatted casually with Lynn, "What have you been up to these past few days?"

"I did some research on the living conditions of some citizens in Tingen, and unfortunately we happened to come across a gang oppressing the poor. Neil and I wiped out the gang and led the public to try them. In the end, I took over the dock guild that coexisted with the gang."

"Hiss—" Klein took a breath and asked with concern, "Will the Kingdom's government react? Are they planning to go to war with the Kingdom directly?"

Klein was very astute. Simply eradicating the gang would be a case of gangsters dominating gangsters, and the kingdom wouldn't invest too much effort in it. The church would only be somewhat wary.

But a public trial is different; it's a blatant challenge to the legal system, and in other words, a blatant challenge to the authority of the Kingdom of Rune.

If Lynn continues to implement his order, a war is inevitable.

"It takes time to react. I've announced that I have a list, and we can still talk about this until some reckless and lucky reporter puts my story on the news." Lynn found a chair and sat down.

"It's not difficult to package it as mob behavior; a little verbal suppression will fool the Ruen government."

Lynn gave a cold smile: "That requires a 'talk' with some incompetent officials."

Klein shuddered, then said shrewdly, "This is just stalling for time. Are you really that confident?"

Klein's meaning was clear: Lynn and he were both newcomers to the world and knew too little about it. Did they really have the confidence to make such a big commotion?

As a member of the Great Foodie Empire, Klein naturally sympathized with the poor, but he lacked the power to directly challenge the entire kingdom.

Old Neil also turned his gaze over, curious about how Lynn would solve this problem.

He hadn't brought this up before because he believed Lynn was a god walking on the earth, and at worst he would create a divine kingdom; all he needed to do was put it into practice.

However, if Lynn could explain his thoughts, Old Neil would be happy to resolve his doubts.

Lynn nodded: "Yes, it's about stalling for time. Under normal circumstances, improving the situation of the poor is not something that can be done by throwing a dinner party. But right now, we can just keep it from the government and drag it out for a few years."

Klein: "?"

Old Neil: "?"

Klein stopped unconsciously twirling the potion in his hand: "Will there be any major changes in the next few years?"

“My memory tells me,” Lynn pointed to his head, “that a great era is about to begin.”

Klein suddenly realized that Mr. Lynn's original owner had been involved in something of a very high level, and something big was about to happen within a few years...

He looked at the potion in his hand and felt that improving himself had become even more urgent.

Old Neil suddenly realized that Lord Lynn was probably preparing to announce his existence and start a new church. Yes, his current behavior was somewhat like some religious stories, where God walks on earth to save people from suffering...

"Alright, alright, you should drink your potion now, or it'll get cold," Lynn teased.

"If you become extraordinary today, you could become an angel tomorrow, rounded up."

"Haha," Klein chuckled twice. Perhaps because what Lynn said was so grand, Sequence Nine seemed rather mundane to him. Now, he felt an unprecedented tranquility when facing the potion.

Klein brought the opaque cup to his lips, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

Soon, he heard a murmur from the top of the sequence: "Honakis... Fregra...Honakis... Fregra..."

Lynn secretly teased from the side: "I hope you don't lose control, otherwise the extraordinary beings below you will probably hear 'Didi Pie... Sweet Iced Tea... Gold Pound... Dipsy Pie... Sweet Iced Tea...'"

Klein was feeling dizzy and lightheaded after drinking the potion when he heard Lynn say, "My 'spiritual' intuition is pounding around in my head, I'll go first."

Then Lynn gestured for Old Neil to begin his introduction to the mysticism, looked up, saw a flash of green light, and disappeared from the basement.

-

"That guy came again, this time he was a little more discreet. Klein has become a fortune teller." The aged voice echoed in Leonard's mind.

Leonard was flipping through files, trying to find something to steal from behind the Charness door, when he heard the sound and paused.

"Just like you thought, old man, we really care about Klein's growth."

"Sigh—" Pales sighed, "Klein does have some special qualities, no wonder a powerful figure would pay such attention to him."

"What's so special about it?" Leonard asked eagerly.

"He is connected to something very, very important."

After saying this out of the blue, Pales let out a long sigh, and then Leonard felt his consciousness fade away.

Leonard scratched his head and then went to look up the files.

Pales pondered. That Klein actually had connections with the Source Castle, so it made sense that the Antigonus family's notes had come looking for him.

I initially thought it was just about a half-fool, but it turns out to be much more outrageous.

Source Castle.

Pales sighed.

Do I still have the courage to face the Lord of Mysteries? Am I willing to sacrifice myself?

But Amon is still wandering around. If that wicked angel takes control of the Source Castle, can he and that silly Leonard really live a good life together?

"Alas—" Pales let out a heavy sigh.

-

Headquarters of the Tingen Dock Workers' Guild.

Lynn walked down the corridor in the office area, where the staff she had chosen with her spiritual intuition were all enthusiastically maintaining the guild's business.

He glanced in the direction of Blackthorn Security Company and put talking to Pales on his agenda.

Lynn placed the Tingen City Citizens Survey Report on the side of the table, took out a notebook from his clothes, and began to write and draw, refining the design of a system.

The first page of the notebook reads: "Design Scheme for the Entire Anti-Divinity Anchor System".

As he pondered and deduced, gray fog surged before his eyes.

A cheerful girl's voice rang out: "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool!"