Chapter 236: Trissy

"The favor of Dream?" Leonard was startled.

He was also a nominal follower of Dream.

Of course, like most Nighthawks, he was not a pure follower of Dream; this title was generally only useful when collecting his salary.

"Heh, there are many followers of Dream, but few who can truly receive favor," Pallez Zoroast chuckled.

"Old man, what is going on?" Leonard pressed.

"You'll know when you look at him." Pallez was listless and did not want to answer.

"..." Leonard was speechless, but he decided to raise his level of attention toward Klein by another notch.

Hmm... Pallez had ended up in this state after all, defeated in his contest with Amon, but he had managed to escape and preserve himself.

Amon had failed to capture Him; that meant He had won!

By some stroke of luck, He had even parasitized Leonard and infiltrated the Evernight Church.

He had originally wanted to hide from Amon there, but what He had not expected was to encounter Chumen here.

This made Him even more determined to remain parasitizing Leonard; after all, with Chumen here, this was absolutely the safest place in the world.

In a civilian house with red chimneys in Tingen, a man with a gloomy face held a Feather Pen, hovering it over a sheet of white paper, seemingly contemplating how to write.

The man's state was not very good; there seemed to be some kind of malice surging in his eyes, a backlash from the Feather Pen.

And on that white paper, a few lines of text had already been written.

"Tris finally made up his mind to advance to 'Witch', and quite coincidentally, he bought enough materials at the Tingen Beyonder market, completing the advancement at the fastest speed."

"Tris is so pure and excellent that he has gained the admiration of other members of the Witch Sect."

"In order to protect Tris, the Witch Sect has already made a decision."

"As everyone knows, besides believing in the 'Primordial Witch', the Witch Sect also believes in 'Dream', so they have no reason not to take a look at Saint Selena Church."

The man holding the Feather Pen could no longer write, because he had discovered that his script had deviated slightly.

The next instant, the Feather Pen even broke free from the man's control and began writing rapidly on the paper.

"Oh, poor Ince Zangwill, the script he wrote is truly pathetic; the Antigonus Notebook, which should have corrupted the Nighthawks team, has been lost, and he didn't even kill Klein Moretti, leaving behind a hidden danger."

"The Nighthawks have already locked onto that notebook through Mr. Klein Moretti, and because of the involvement of Ms. Daly, they have a high probability of easily resolving this incident."

"With the sufficiently powerful Ms. Daly present, the Nighthawks squad will not be corrupted by the notebook, which also means they will continue to act along the trajectory of Fate."

"Ince Zangwill's script is about to be torn..."

Just as the Feather Pen was about to set the ending for the story, a pale palm gripped it, forcibly stopping its writing.

Afterward, Ince Zangwill began to refine his own ideas.

"Tris, after becoming a Witch, was too arrogant, was discovered by the Nighthawks, and fell into a crisis."

"The Witch Sect is also temporarily unable to find him; of course, the friendly Ince Zangwill is very happy to cooperate with them."

The Feather Pen paused for a few seconds, then started a new line.

"Everyone will die, including Mr. Klein Moretti."

The fate written by the Feather Pen began to take shape in Reality.

Coincidentally, Klein Moretti, who had just finished a day's work and returned home to lie down, suddenly felt a kind of terrifying malice descend!

"What's going on?!" Klein jumped straight up from the bed and drew his revolver at the fastest speed.

But when Klein sensed carefully, that sense of crisis receded like a tide, leaving no trace behind.

"The danger sense was triggered!" Klein's body tensed as he observed his surroundings, cautiously checking under the bed, the cabinet, and even the washroom.

But after playing a battle of wits with the air for about ten minutes, Klein did not find anything unusual.

"What's going on? Is this danger sense fake?" Klein couldn't help but complain.

Klein was confused; he had only become a "Diviner" a few days ago and had become a "Wish Granter" today, so his understanding of mysticism was not yet profound enough.

After confirming there was no immediate crisis, Klein began to summarize all his abilities, mainly focusing on "Wish Granter".

"The essence of the power of a 'Wish Granter' should be high Spirituality's perception of the outside world."

"But this perception is built based on my cognition; if my subconscious feels that drinking cold water might cause the Black Death, will cold water become the source of my crisis sense? Will every contact with cold water make me jump?"

Klein felt this was very scientific, but this was not mysticism!

"There should be more magical powers; is it an indication of Fate? How is it different from 'Divination'..."

"'Diviner' needs acting, what about 'Wish Granter'..."

The light of Dawn passed through the glass window and scattered into softer, finer colors; these colors fell on the flawless body of a young girl, stunningly beautiful.

"Damn... so beautiful!" For a moment, Trissy actually felt that drinking that bottle of "Witch" Potion was not something unacceptable.

This body was truly too perfect, making the first person to see it intoxicated.

"Witch Sect? Hmph, better not go back to such a weird sect; as a Sequence 7, I won't do badly no matter how I mix." Trissy still carried some of the ruffian air from before the transformation.

She didn't know what the Witch Sect wanted to do, but for the sake of safety, it was better to avoid the limelight first.

Trissy spent quite a bit of time putting on the woman's dress she had bought, letting her hair hang loose, and putting on a hat with a black veil.

At this moment, Tris and Trissy had completely become two different people.

"Very good, no one will ever be able to recognize me again."

Trissy took her assets and prepared to run.

Everything had originally gone very smoothly; he had already arrived at the Tingen train station and only needed to buy a ticket to Backlund to leave Tingen and start his new life.

"Hello, we are the police..." Trissy subconsciously looked up toward the source of the voice.

There were two policemen in black and white checkered uniforms and soft hats with badges, who were asking the station staff questions with a portrait.

Trissy subconsciously lowered her head, unwilling to make eye contact with these people; this was a habit she had formed for a long time.

"Huh?" Klein suddenly felt something and looked toward a young girl wearing a gray dress and a black veiled hat.

Very beautiful... This was Klein's first impression upon seeing the young girl's profile.