Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 408 New Identity

"So what kind of identity are you planning to have?" Anthony Stevenson asked after thinking for a moment.

Given Klein's current status, he is qualified to be the archbishop in his position, but of course, that's impossible.

"Give me a position as a senior Night Watchman," Klein had already planned, "in the name Klein Moretti."

"Hmm... Do you know Leonard Mitchell? I'm going to be his boss." Klein laughed, not minding that his true identity was known.

"Klein Moretti?" Anthony Stevenson frowned. He seemed to have seen that secret document before, about the transfer orders for the two night watchmen. It was strange that he didn't know about it until Leonard Mitchell brought it to him!

He glanced at Klein, said nothing, and simply nodded slightly. "Okay."

"Then I'll go see my subordinates first!" Klein nodded his thanks to Anthony Stevenson and returned to the Church of the Night as easily as if he were home.

"He's actually a member of my Night Church..." Anthony was surprised, but he didn't delve any deeper. Instead, he added Klein's name to the church's register.

Klein emerged from the archbishop's room, now dressed in the dark, star-studded robes of the Church of the Night, and reverted to his original appearance.

Klein quickly found Leonard and reached out his hand to him amidst his surprised gaze.

"Let's get to know each other again. I am now your boss, Senior Butler Klein Moretti."

Klein watched with amusement as Leonard's expression shifted from surprise to a strange look, then rolled his eyes slightly. "So you've finally switched back to this identity?"

"The last time I saw a therapist, she suggested I wear fewer masks," Klein explained.

"Well... welcome back." Leonard smiled.

Because of his previous experience, Klein easily integrated into the work of the night watchman in just a few days, and even had the illusion of returning to work in Tingen City.

However, the job is different now because of the different positions.

Leonard became the captain of the Red Gloves as a Sequence 5 "Spirit Wizard," handling extraordinary events in Backlund territory. Only events he couldn't handle required Klein's intervention.

"Playing the role of the 'Trickster'..." Klein's job was actually quite easy, which allowed him time to play the role of the "Trickster," and he had already seen initial success.

"Deacon Moretti, Captain Leonard requests your presence!" A red-gloved figure suddenly appeared in Klein's office today. Klein raised an eyebrow; it was finally time to get to work.

"Let's go!" Klein quickly arrived at the conference room where Leonard was.

"There's something I need to discuss with you."

Leonard handed a document to Klein.

Klein casually flipped through the pages and only saw some theft cases that did not appear to involve extraordinary powers on the surface.

"What is this?" Klein asked, puzzled, unable to glean any useful information from the document.

"I... I have a bad feeling about this." Leonard's tone was a little strange.

"You?" Klein was struck by a sudden realization that something was wrong with who it was.

Based on Klein's understanding of Leonard, he most likely wouldn't be able to glean any information from these thefts.

"Yes, it started when I discovered some unusual thefts while handling an extraordinary case. I felt something was off, so I conducted an in-depth investigation, which led to this document."

"I feel I need your help."

That means the angel thought Leonard couldn't handle it, so he passed the task on to me... Klein understood.

The only thing that Klein could handle was probably a demigod, and judging from the identity of that old angel, he was likely a demigod through the "Thief" pathway.

"Then I'll perform the divination." Klein looked at the entries on the document. There had been enough thefts on Berklund Street in the past month to serve as a medium for divination.

Klein hadn't done divination in a long time, since sometimes the causal threads would directly transmit certain images into his mind, making divination unnecessary.

"Okay." Leonard sat quietly in his chair with his arms crossed, waiting.

"These thefts involved extraordinary forces..."

Klein took out his pocket watch and began to perform divination. After seven repetitions of the divination incantation, the pocket watch unsurprisingly spun half a circle to the right.

Leonard and Klein exchanged a glance, their expressions turning serious.

"The connection between these events..." Klein closed his eyes and began to interpret his dream.

In a daze, Klein found himself on Berklund Street and looked at a villa.

In his eyes, a young girl nimbly leaped from the water pipes on the third floor and landed on the ground without much effort.

"This is an extraordinary individual, but his sequence seems to be low."

Klein thought for a moment, then gently plucked the causal thread.

In this dream, the cause-and-effect relationship is obviously fake, but this is just a habitual action of Klein's. He is mobilizing his spirituality to change the object of divination to this girl!

hum!

The dream before Klein's eyes changed abruptly.

It was still the same girl. She sat on the bed, raised her hands to pinch the temples on both sides of her forehead, and her deep brown eyes moved slightly. She took out the necklace she was wearing around her neck and held it in her palm.

The main body of this necklace consists of seven translucent emerald green stones, which are surrounded by a circle of tiny diamonds, all spaced perfectly evenly apart.

At this moment, one of the stones slowly lit up, emitting a verdant light that made her face appear extremely lustrous, and made strange and mysterious symbols stand out in her eyes.

At the same time, the door to the room opened, and a gray mouse with smooth, glossy fur entered. Its eyes were deeper than those of its kind, almost dark red.

"Hayor..."

The mouse looked at the girl and then spoke!

But at that moment, Klein suddenly saw gray mice crawling out of the corner of the bedroom, the entrance to the balcony, and under the bed. They all had dark red eyes and could only make squeaking sounds.

The girl was so frightened that she took a step back, tripped on the edge of the armchair, swayed, and almost fell. She barely managed to regain her balance.

Klein's pupils contracted slightly; at that moment, its spirituality seemed to be substantially hindered.

The demigod seemed to be on guard and was interfering with Klein's divination!

All the rats on the ground walked towards Klein. They seemed to mutate, instantly swelling to be larger than Klein's size, and charged towards him with unstoppable momentum!

A phosphorescent light seemed to flash in Klein's eyes as he detached himself from the dream and erased all traces of his existence!

(End of this chapter)