Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 360 The Curly-haired Baboon's Trouble

Klein did nothing for the first three days after returning home, and told his brother and sister that he had returned from a business trip and had a relatively long vacation.

However, this explanation did not dispel the worries in the family's eyes, but they did not ask any further questions.

On the fourth day, Klein finally left Moretti Manor again to visit some friends, and he was now Klein Moretti.

Sherlock Moriarty's reputation at sea is already quite high, making him unsuitable for this role. Of course, Zarathustra is also a very important reason.

"Long time no see, Beckett."

Klein's first visit was to a fellow villager from the Aurora Society, who was implicitly the second-in-command of the Aurora Society's outpost. This time, he also missed the opportunity to go to sea to participate in the operation to hunt down the Blood Worship Cult.

Beckett didn't recognize Klein at first, until he got the Sherlock Detective Agency's mark.

"Fellow countryman? Sherlock?" Beckett's eyes lit up, and he quickly pulled Klein to sit down.

"Is your operation over?" Beckett asked impatiently.

Klein has recently missed a meeting of the "Curly-haired Baboon Research Society" and hasn't shared his observations of the Blood Worship Cult's activities for a long time.

However, many people in the research association were involved in this operation, and some even joined the hunt.

However, since they are not at the same level as Klein, they do not have access to as much information.

"It's completely over..." Klein briefly explained the current situation to Beckett, without mentioning the important things that had happened to him.

"That was amazing!" Beckett exclaimed with envy, wishing he could be in Beckett's place.

After all, few people are capable of hunting down a "pirate general".

"You're in charge now?" Klein glanced at the church, where the believers who worshipped the "True Creator" looked at Beckett with a certain respect in their eyes.

Of course, it was also because Beckett's clothes had changed, becoming the bishop's exclusive robes.

"Not really, but it will be soon," Beckett said. "Mr. A has been recalled to the sanctuary, and it seems there are no plans to send down a new leader."

"After looking around, you seem to be doing the best!" Klein laughed.

Some of his fellow villagers had transmigrated directly into the families of prominent clans, but none of them were as successful as Beckett is now.

Even if the church is small, it's still a bishop's church, isn't it?

"Ugh! Don't even mention it!" Beckett grumbled, "Who knew such a small church would cause so much trouble..."

Klein's lips twitched. People would love to suffer like this; there seemed to be one among his fellow villagers who had directly transmigrated into the body of a Rose School believer, and who knew if he was still alive...

If he succumbs to the hedonistic ideology, he's probably doomed; if not, returning to the Rose School would be a very promising prospect.

"However, there's something I need to remind you of." Beckett's expression turned serious at the end.

"What?" Klein was almost unable to react.

"Something's happened," Beckett said solemnly. "Someone's causing trouble."

Klein frowned, realizing something.

"Someone's gone mad, using the excuse of going home to carry out a blood sacrifice." Beckett's words made Klein's pupils shrink.

He knew that some members of the "Curly-haired Baboon Research Society" were restless and always approached the world with a playful attitude, but he never expected them to actually do something like this!

"This is not a game!" Klein's face turned grave as he thought of the players who killed NPCs in games in his previous life.

"Yes, this is the real world." Beckett's expression also turned somewhat grim.

This was a huge blow to the already loosely organized "Curly-haired Baboon Research Society".

"Fortunately, the chairman has already taken care of it." Beckett said with some relief.

"How so?" Klein's spirits lifted.

"I only met the member who performed the blood sacrifice once. He doesn't attend gatherings often, but he's in contact with several of the guild leaders and often asks about things related to going home."

"Go home..." Klein's Adam's apple bobbed.

“Yes,” Beckett continued, “he gathered all the information about returning home, and finally chose a direction. He was preparing to make a sacrifice to some evil god.”

"A sacrifice to an evil god?!" Klein's eyes twitched. This was incredibly stupid, but he couldn't bring himself to criticize it. He was fortunate to have found temporary refuge in this world; not everyone else was so lucky.

Like that fellow villager who was targeted by the Rose School from the very beginning, driven by various inescapable despair and the desire to go home, he might make any choice.

"The sacrifice naturally failed, and one of the vice presidents intervened to stop him," Beckett continued.

"...Why would he choose to sacrifice himself to an evil god? Does he know something?" Klein hesitated for a moment before asking, unsure how to answer the question.

From what I've seen, none of my fellow villagers are fools; they wouldn't do something so stupid without a clear reason.

"He claimed that he had received divine revelation and saw our homeland," Beckett said in a somewhat strange tone.

"..." Klein fell silent. He wouldn't believe the ravings of the evil god, but what if? What about the other villagers? Could they resist such temptation?

"What can we do?" Beckett also looked a little confused. His life in the whole world was pretty good, but it was still not as good as before he transmigrated.

At least that world wasn't out of control or insane.

……

Klein didn't know how he left either; he and Beckett could only look at each other in silence in the end.

"Really..." Klein pressed his temples in frustration.

"It was just a visit to an old friend, but I never expected to find out about this."

Klein spent some time readjusting his mindset and arrived at a small villa. He didn't go in, but instead, upon sensing a spiritual connection, he obediently stepped into that world.

I visited an old friend from Backlund, and this one counts as one of them.

"You're back so soon?" A baby carriage drove out from under the Gothic cathedral, and a child's innocent voice asked.

Klein had used the "Mercury Serpent" summoning symbol several times and had developed a certain rapport with it. He returned to Backlund this time to pay a visit.

"I almost didn't make it back." Klein's tone was far from relaxed. "This time, I encountered several angels, and even witnessed the 'Bound God' ascend to godhood..."

The baby in the stroller seemed to stir, and then a voice came out, "I do want to know what happened at the Rose School, but what do you want to know?"

Friendships also need nurturing, and the best way to do this is through a series of mutually satisfying transactions.

(End of this chapter)