Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 418 Face it

Klein was very nervous at that moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

Having already seen it, what else could he do... Klein examined himself, but did not feel any silent change in his own heart.

This is a good thing.

Before this person, I probably changed my mind without realizing it, but thankfully the spirituality of the "dream" pathway was strong enough to sense the change in my mind.

"You..." Klein glanced at the priest once and then looked away, not daring to look at him any longer.

This fits Chunas Kolger's persona perfectly.

"You can contact the Witch Cult," Adam said softly, glancing at Klein.

"Yes!" Klein replied.

"Alright, get out!" Klein retreated at George III's command, not daring to have any thoughts on his mind along the way.

Even back in his MI9 office, Klein dared not make any unusual moves, simply carrying out his basic work.

Only after a day had passed and Klein had not sensed any real danger did he dare to secretly manipulate the causal threads, causing his spirit to leap up and arrive on the gray mist.

"He's not sitting next to me listening to my heart..." Klein said thankfully, as having Adam sitting next to him was definitely one of the most terrifying things.

"What kind of children does the Creator give birth to, all of them have this kind of style..." Klein thought of Amon.

"Does He already know I'm an imposter? Is He just maintaining a tacit understanding with the goddess and not exposing me?"

It would be strange if the Goddess of Night didn't know that such an "Angel King" was staying in the Luen Palace, but since she didn't descend or even take any action, there must be some tacit understanding between them that Klein was unaware of.

"But now I may have become a pawn in their testing and game..." Klein's eyelids twitched, but he could only accept this fate.

"Leave some Phosphorus Insects on the gray fog to keep a close watch on my surroundings and issue an early warning if anything seems amiss," Klein instructed, placing the Phosphorus Insects on the gray fog.

He then returned to the real world and began to contact the Witch Cult through the means left behind by Chunus Korg.

The evil god sacrifice carried out by the Witch Cult and the Blood Worship Cult was actually orchestrated by the Augustus family in order to kill those nobles.

Chunas Kolger was the one responsible for liaising between the two parties.

The last time two evil cults were able to build an altar on the outskirts of Backlund was because MI9 was providing cover.

"The Blood Worship Cult is extinct, and its methods of contact are no longer of any use..."

"A witch cult, huh..." Klein fiddled with it for a while and found a magic mirror in the dark room of his office.

Klein traced a symbol on it as he remembered it and waited quietly for a response.

hum!

About ten minutes later, the magic mirror seemed to ripple with water, and a person appeared in the magic mirror.

Klein's pupils suddenly contracted, and he almost couldn't hold back!

Triss! Damn it! Klein almost cursed. Why is it her again?!

The ripples on the mirror gradually subsided, and a beautiful witch with a seductive smile appeared in the mirror.

Isn't that Triss?

"..." Klein finally managed to suppress his urge to retort after a long while before asking, "How could it be you?!"

Chunus Korg was certainly qualified to ask that question, as Triss had been guided by Herwin Lambis to join the Twilight Hermits while Herwin Lambis was still alive.

Chunus Colger, the deputy director of MI9, also went from pursuing Triss to cooperating with her.

"Why can't it be me?" Triss looked at Chunus Korg, a seductive and strange smile on her face.

It's fascinating how a wanted member of a witch cult can suddenly become the head of the Backlund district.

"You've returned to the Witch Cult?" Chunas Korg asked.

"Are you interrogating me?" Triss narrowed her eyes, already showing some impatience, and there seemed to be a kind of madness brewing in her gaze.

"I need to confirm whether you are qualified to cooperate with me." Klein's face turned cold as he stared intently at the person in the mirror.

"Do you want to die?" Triss's words made Klein's spirit skip a beat.

To dare to directly threaten the head of MI9, it seems he's really gotten too big for his britches... Klein was speechless, then decisively abandoned the idea of ​​using his current identity to gather information, and said directly, "I have a request here."

"Kill Pallas Negan."

"Okay!" The other party agreed very quickly.

"What I need in return is that MI9 must help me find someone." Triss's expression became much more lively.

Klein inexplicably sensed a dangerous aura.

"...Okay." Klein didn't even need to ask to know what she wanted to do.

"Palas Negan... I need you to create an opportunity for me." The handsome eyebrows in the mirror furrowed as he made another request.

After surviving an assassination attempt, the duke rarely appeared on such occasions anymore.

Even if they do appear, it's only at events attended by high-ranking experts.

In that situation, even the Witch Cult would have a hard time succeeding.

"Duke Negan will be attending a noble party in three days, and I will be there."

This was an arrangement Klein had made beforehand. He was there to deal with George III, but now he wanted to see what Triss was like now.

"Okay." Triss nodded gently and immediately ended the connection.

"The leader of the Witch Cult has become Triss... This is unbelievable."

Klein looked at the now-ordinary magic mirror and inwardly complained.

Previously, Triss had completely broken ties with the Witch Cult, to the point of life and death, but now Triss has taken direct control of the Witch Cult in Backlund.

"I previously guided her to the Southern Continent, which is the stronghold of the Witch Cult. I thought the higher-ups of the Witch Cult would deal with her and bring her back to headquarters."

"Unexpectedly, this might have given him an opportunity to re-establish contact with the Witch Cult, and perhaps she is still a chosen one..."

Klein was speechless. Now that Triss might have gained the support of the Witch Cult, she was even more difficult to deal with.

"Let's observe first..." Klein muttered. Fortunately, he was neither Sherlock nor Klein now.

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Meanwhile, Triss severed contact with Chunus Korg. "MI9, the Augustus family, humph!"

Her fingers slowly entwined a strand of black hair, she lightly bit her lip, and an alluring charm emanated naturally from her.

"Die!" But the next moment, her eyes turned red, and she flung her hand, sending out an ice blade that pierced through a photograph.

The person in the photo is John Constantine, who left behind the legend of the saints in Backlund.

(End of this chapter)