Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 258 Hello Fellow Villager

"...Do you know John Watson?"

The name sent a terrifying tidal wave through Klein's mind.

His mind went blank for a moment, but his exceptional intuition instantly brought him back to his senses, allowing him to think clearly.

At that moment, countless thoughts raced through his mind, and then he made a decision.

"Is it 221 Baker Street, or the one at Moore Manor?" Klein asked calmly.

So far, there have been no problems in their conversations, whether it's about the name, the address, or the manor.

Sherlock, Watson, 221 Baker Street, and Moorland—these are not special in this era, but in some people's memories, they symbolize a wonderful world.

That was their hometown they could never return to.

"Moor Manor..." These four words were spoken in Chinese pronunciation. Bert Moore smiled faintly, as if he were feeling a mix of sadness and nostalgia.

Klein felt a slight tremor in his heart, took a deep breath, and used the air in his chest to suppress his racing heartbeat.

Klein and Belt stood frozen in place, staring at each other without saying another word.

This process lasted about half a minute. Klein controlled his expression and body and slowly reached out.

"Hello there."

"Hello!"

The two shook hands politely, relaxed, and looked at each other. They sat facing each other, both seemingly having a lot to say, but at this moment it was all meaningless.

"Sigh, I didn't expect things to turn out like this." Belt Moore suddenly grinned.

"This is the first time I've met someone from my hometown in person."

"Offline?" Klein keenly caught the word, somewhat incredulous.

Is he already that far behind the current version?!

"Huh?" This time it was Belt's turn to be surprised. "You've never been to the Illusionary Realm?"

"I've been there, but..." Klein frowned, feeling like he and this fellow countryman were not on the same wavelength.

"You don't know the 'Curly-haired Baboon Research Society'?" Belt asked again.

"...What a terrible name." Klein muttered subconsciously. The name reminded him of his older brother Benson, who was still in Tingen and hadn't moved here yet.

"Ahem!" Belt coughed twice, slightly embarrassed by the sarcastic remark, and retorted, "Isn't it quite fitting?"

He then suppressed his feelings and looked at Klein, saying...

"Actually... it's not just us, there are more than a dozen of us as far as I know. We banded together for mutual support and formed the Curly-haired Baboon Research Association."

A dozen or so—this number once again broke Klein's psychological bottom line.

"That shouldn't be the case. We've been playing in the Illusionary Temple for two months, using both Simplified Chinese and English. Anyone who's ever been to the Illusionary Temple should have seen that."

"..." Klein's lips twitched. His way of entering the illusion world was different from others. He directly became the "Fool's Boatman" and then went to pick up Miss Audrey in accordance with the contact.

Hmm...yes, Klein's guests are often Audrey Hall.

This young lady kept taking on missions in exchange for "dreams," becoming an "addict" to the deep fantasy world.

Ahem, getting back to the main point, so far, Klein has never actually entered the Dream Temple of the Illusionary Realm.

However, two months ago...

This timing is intriguing. I probably hadn't been a time traveler for very long back then. Could it be that the other "fellow villagers" also time-traveled around that time? A mass time travel event?

What about Russell? How come he's two hundred years ahead of schedule?!

There must be a huge secret here, maybe it's related to going home! Klein's heart started racing uncontrollably.

"But it's okay, now that you know, you can come to our party next time!" Belt didn't notice Klein's expression and continued to introduce the topic.

"As for the time, it's 8 PM on Friday here!"

"You'll see the notification when you enter the Dream Temple in the Illusionary Realm at this time. Our meeting will be held in the Fairy Realm, the Tower of Babel!"

"That's a fairyland that only we can enter!"

Belt was still quite excited, enthusiastically introducing the "Curly-haired Baboon Research Society" to Klein.

This is a secretive organization that emerged two months ago, composed of a group of people far from their hometowns, who band together for mutual support and information exchange.

Klein lowered his eyes, unable to suppress a sense of curiosity and belonging to such an organization.

A gathering of fellow villagers held a strong attraction for him.

"Okay, I'll be there on time!" Klein nodded.

"So what about the 'demon' you've encountered? Do you need me to take care of it for you?" Did Belt really look down on a Sequence Six "demon"?!

"I'm already a Sequence Seven of the 'Mystic' pathway, a 'Hermit'," Bert said with some pride.

"So fast?" Klein was also surprised; he felt that his promotion speed was already quite exaggerated.

However, with the support of the Aurora Society, it's reasonable that they might have obtained Roselle's diary. As long as you master the role-playing method, there's basically no difficulty with low-sequence potions, and they're relatively cheap.

"By the way, what sequence are you in now? And what's your pathway?"

"Hey, are you checking my household registration?" Klein's mind raced. He had a basic trust in the man in front of him, so he said, "'Diviner' pathway, Sequence 8 'Clown'."

"I'll take down any 'fortune teller' I see!" Bert raised an eyebrow and gestured with his fist.

"Rossel's Diary..." Klein rolled his eyes.

"Hey!" The feeling that someone had caught on to the joke made Bert laugh even harder.

"But don't be discouraged. I took the 'Secret Prayer' potion the day I transmigrated and even received divine favor." Bert was still somewhat proud.

This is probably like showing off one's game account.

"I can handle that 'demon' myself."

Klein thought for a moment and rejected his fellow villager's suggestion. This "demon" wasn't a big problem; it wouldn't be an issue after he went back and advanced in rank. He might even be able to uncover more clues.

"I can handle it."

Belt Moore didn't press the matter, and wanted to say something more, but at one point, he and Klein both stopped.

"Mr. A is back." Belt blinked, which meant that the two transmigrators' communication had come to an end. They dared not exchange such confidential information under the nose of such an extraordinary being.

"See you at the party! I'll be here often too. You can write to me or come find me directly," Belt said quickly.

"Okay!" Klein nodded slightly and walked out of the prayer room with a normal expression.

He opened the door and saw Mr. A, who had just returned.

Klein nodded to him in a friendly manner and walked away.

"Any new information?" Mr. A also saw Klein, raised an eyebrow, and asked Bert.

"There's a message about a 'demon'..." Belt didn't notice anything unusual.

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(End of this chapter)