Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 267 Seeing Through Your Pretense

"Who... was the subject of your last erotic dream?"

Klein's inspiration exploded, his hair stood on end, and he finally understood why his spirituality had given him warnings: death is death anyway!

Is this something that can be said in public?

Last time I... Stop!

Klein managed to stop his thoughts and forcibly shift his attention.

The atmosphere in the study suddenly became extremely strange, with everyone staring at Klein, whose face was frozen, with odd expressions.

There was also Miss Sharon present...

"That's also a characteristic of this mirror; it will ask thought-provoking questions when there are onlookers," Truman explained with a smile.

Truly touching!

The Arodes Mirror in his hand was on the verge of cracking under the immense pressure, yet it dared to pose such a question to its great master!

For the first time, Arodes began to regret the rules he had set.

I'm going to die...

"Don't worry, I'll protect you..." Truman chuckled, holding up the mirror.

The Mirror of Arrodes posed a question in accordance with the rules, which is quite reasonable.

"You can also choose to answer or be punished," Truman reminded Klein, noticing his stiff expression.

"I choose punishment!" Klein said through gritted teeth.

boom!

A bolt of lightning exploded in the void, striking Klein on the head. The flashing lightning caused Klein's hair to stand on end.

Klein also felt dizzy and numb, but his powerful spirituality brought him back to normal. Of course, the impact of that problem could not be erased so easily.

"...Isn't this sealing artifact a little too powerful?" Leonard asked, trying to help Klein out of his predicament.

"Yes, this mirror meets the standards of a Level 1 sealed artifact, except that it is not very harmful," Truman explained.

"And it is a sealing artifact that I specially prepared for your firm to investigate evil cults."

Truman handed the ancient silver mirror to Klein.

"..." Klein resisted the urge to smash the mirror on the ground and picked it up.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but the mirror seemed to be conveying a strange sense of dread.

"Thank you." Klein's hair was still standing on end, but he still expressed his gratitude. He was well aware of the value of this mirror, which was probably only comparable to the sun badge containing divine blood.

"You're welcome." Truman glanced at the time and said, "It's almost dinner time. Please wait a moment, we'll have dinner together in a bit."

Klein and the others naturally had no objections, and sat in the study, beginning to fiddle with the magical items in their hands.

The malice that had been hidden in Sharon and Marich's eyes disappeared after they received the badges, and they became more like one person.

The Dream Badge suppressed the madness within them, while also suppressing the malice that came from the potion.

"Old man, what's the significance of these gloves?" Leonard asked in his mind as he put on the white gloves.

"Better than 'Vascular Thief'." A slightly hoarse voice echoed in Leonard's mind.

"That's great!" Leonard was overjoyed. He had stolen the supernatural abilities of a witch demigod when he used "Vein Thief".

"But I feel like these side effects are a bit strange," Leonard asked, stroking his gloves with a puzzled expression.

Palez Zoroaster fell silent; the words "monograph" and "crow" were too suggestive.

Klein distanced himself from the three men and sat in a corner of the study, holding Arodes in his hands.

"Great Ruler of the Spirit Realm, please forgive my offense, I am your destined servant..."

"Stop!" Klein's heart skipped a beat. He gently tapped the mirror, and the writing on the mirror surface was instantly erased.

Klein, whose deepest secret was exposed, suddenly felt a sense of unease, but the mirror obediently erased the words.

However… Klein’s powerful spirituality also sensed a kind of fear in this mirror, like a puppy afraid of being abandoned?

It's absurd, but it really exists.

"You know me." Klein used his spirituality to envelop himself, transforming into the "Fool" state. He still controlled his tone, avoiding using a question.

"Your humble servant Arodes dares not look up to your greatness, but fate has brought me to you, making me your most loyal servant."

At the same time, Klein's image appeared on the mirror, but his body was surrounded by wisps of gray mist, making him look like a lonely and aloof god.

That was the state of the "Fool" above the gray fog.

It saw the gray fog?! Klein's pupils contracted, and he fell silent.

This was the first time the gray fog had been seen through, and the feeling made Klein somewhat uneasy.

"Actually, you can ask me any questions, and I will give you the most detailed answers!"

A line of text appeared on Arrodes's mirror, followed by a pitiful expression.

The appearance of this emoji truly shocked Klein.

"Could you ask me a few questions? Please give me a chance to atone for my sins!"

"Are you able to..."

Klein repeated the sentence three times, blinked, suppressed his unease, and decided to give it a try.

"What is your ability?" Klein asked.

"Your humble servant is able to perceive all things that exist, those below the level of angels."

Angel level! Klein's expression remained unchanged, but he was extremely shocked inside.

Klein took a full half minute to calm himself down before asking the second question.

"Did Bishop Truman just ask you to ask me that?" Klein had a feeling it was Bishop Truman's twisted sense of humor, wanting to see him die.

Given the mirror's shameless wailing, he simply couldn't believe it could embarrass him.

"……Yes."

Ripples spread across the mirror's surface, gradually intensifying like boiling water, before a pale white light condensed to form the two characters.

Sure enough... Klein barely suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.

"Tell me what you know about Bishop Truman."

"..."

This time, only an ellipsis appeared on the mirror's surface, and the mirror once again seemed to fluctuate emotionally, perhaps in fear?

"Bishop Truman, Archbishop of the Church of the Night in Backlund, Favored by the Goddess of Night, Archbishop of the Dream Sect..."

But soon, Klein saw a description of Bishop Truman in the mirror.

"A follower of the 'Goddess of the Night'?!" This identity made Klein realize why Bishop Truman's status was so special!

"Master, this is all I can see; the deeper levels involve secrets."

Secret? That word again. The goddess's name itself contains the description of her as the "Mother of Secrets"... Klein nodded slightly.

At this moment, Klein felt that he had seen through Bishop Truman's disguise!

One more chapter, coming soon.

(End of this chapter)