Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 233 Arrangement

"Ince Zangwell..." Truman remembered the name.

He seemed to have seen this person before, and under the guidance of fate and the deliberate indulgence of Truman and Amanisis, he stole 0-08 and embarked on a journey of escape.

Such a Sequence 5 is not worth Truman's attention; it's just that 0-08 needs a reason to leave the Church of the Night.

This way, a certain angel king would have the opportunity to take it into his hands, complete his final piece of the puzzle, and Truman would be able to fulfill his promise and completely complete the deal.

"Let this 'tool' have a dignified exit."

Truman seemed to see a priest in a white robe emerge from the shadows.

……

Two days later, Klein arrived at St. Serena's Church. He seemed a little embarrassed by the doubled salary and came early to pray to the dream.

Klein had already received his advance payment and was now dressed in a formal suit, carrying a cane, looking every bit the gentleman.

It was for this reason that he realized how timely the doubled salary was, and felt unworthy of it.

Klein sincerely thanked the "Dream Angel" for the money that improved his financial situation.

"There aren't many people as devout as you anymore." Truman smiled strangely; such gratitude was all too real.

"It's what I should do." Klein didn't insist, just to put his mind at ease.

"Very good." Truman nodded slightly, putting down the few yellowed pages in his hand.

Klein, with his excellent eyesight, glanced at it subconsciously, then couldn't look away, his breathing quickening for a moment.

"What, are you interested in Russellian script?" Truman asked deliberately.

Klein nodded slightly. He always felt that this bishop was easy to talk to and treated everyone with gentleness, so he did not deny it.

"Roselle script?" Klein asked, puzzled.

"Yes, it's the Roselle you're thinking of, the First Speaker of the Solomon Empire."

"This doesn't seem to have anything to do with our writing system," Klein asked cautiously.

"Yes, this is a script completely different from the world's current scripts. It originated from Russell, and because of Russell's achievements, this script is also considered to record the world's truths."

Russell greatly promoted the development of the world, which is undeniable, and naturally some people will be interested in the writings he left behind.

"Is this a script created by Roselle?" Klein craned his neck to look at the writing on the paper.

Truman simply handed over the few pages of paper.

Klein thanked him and took the paper, then froze.

He was very familiar with those words.

"October 12th, ah, I really am the protagonist of this world! After becoming an Extraordinary Being, I am now invincible among those of the same level!"

"But why do I always feel like I have a better grasp of the abilities of a 'fortune teller,' 'apprentice,' and 'thief'?"

"Is it because I'm exceptionally talented? Or is it because I won a silver medal?"

"But these three paths are indeed very promising. If it weren't for the silver medal, I would definitely have chosen them."

Klein barely managed to control his expression as he quickly scanned the remaining pages.

"Tsk, these diaries are too bland, we need to add some spice." Truman found it somewhat amusing to see Klein wanting to read them but also hesitant.

Role-playing? What do "digestion" and "role-playing" refer to...?

An improved steam engine? That was the beginning of the Industrial Revolution...

Klein thought of many things in an instant, and knew that his current behavior was suspicious, so he made an excuse and said, "These words probably really do contain the truth of the world."

"I really wish I had the ability to decipher it."

Truman casually took a screenshot, offered no comment, simply nodded slightly, and accepted the paper Klein handed him.

"Deciphering these texts requires a flexible mind and a leap of thinking, which is a good fit for people like us in the Dream Cult."

Klein nodded slightly.

Neither of them were focused on prayer, and Klein left St. Serena's Church half an hour later.

"Russell's Diary, indeed, we're from the same hometown!"

"Finding more diaries has been incredibly helpful in understanding the world!"

Klein was inexplicably excited.

Klein returned to Blackthorn Security Company and immediately spotted the young woman standing in front of the captain.

She wore a fitted black robe, with blue eyeshadow and blush, and a silver chain with white crystals wrapped around her wrist.

Her face was tense, as serious as Klein's homeroom teacher from a past life.

She gives off a very assertive vibe... Klein knew this was Ms. Daly.

Ms. Daly and the captain were standing very close; from Klein's perspective, they were practically touching.

"...It's working hours now." Klein heard Captain Dunn's protest.

"Let's talk about it during working hours then." Ms. Dai Li had already noticed that everyone else was watching them.

Captain Dunn fell silent.

"Hello, new colleague." Surprisingly, Ms. Daly was so gentle when she was not with the team leader.

That's right, the captain's personality might need some pressure... Klein suddenly realized.

"Hello, I'm Klein Moretti."

"I heard you were recruited by His Holiness the Bishop?" Daly asked Klein curiously.

"Probably..." Klein couldn't give a clear answer either.

"That means His Holiness the Bishop thinks highly of you." Klein nodded silently.

"Alright, we're going to begin the final investigation into that notebook."

Soon the night watchmen began their official work.

……

Fors Wormir was dragged out of bed by her roommate Hugh Deercha.

"I feel like something's off about you these past few days!" Hugh Deere said, looking at the dejected Fors.

"I..." Fors opened her mouth, but didn't tell her friend that she had been pulled onto the gray fog by a mysterious being who called himself "The Fool" and had joined the "Tarot Club".

She was already regretting it, after all, being watched by a hidden entity among the extraordinary was terrifying; she didn't know when she might suddenly die.

But she couldn't resist. Fortunately, the "Fool" didn't seem to be some kind of evil god...

"Okay, I just encountered a minor problem, it will be resolved soon."

Fors didn't want Hugh to worry; instead, she took the blame herself.

"I might need to write a letter to my teacher; perhaps he has some advice..."

Fors once became a student of an extraordinary being by chance, and that extraordinary being came from the legendary Abraham family!

Of course, it wasn't the distant Solomon Empire, but rather a branch of the Abraham family in Rune.

But since they come from such a family, they might be able to offer some advice!

(End of this chapter)