Chapter 249: Assassination

Klein and Leonard had already been dazzled by the various magnificent facilities at the Duke's mansion.

"Ah, truly worthy of being the most dazzling jewel in Backlund..."

Faint exclamations drew everyone's gaze toward the entrance.

Relying on his excellent hearing, Klein caught the name of the newcomer from the many voices discussing her: Audrey Hall!

Audrey Hall, wearing a cream-colored court gown, walked into the banquet hall on the arm of Earl Hall, instantly stealing the spotlight of the event.

She was like a truly dazzling and noble jewel, gathering all the brilliance of the banquet scene.

Klein also recognized this young lady at the very first moment.

Miss "Justice"? Klein had seen her Above the Gray Fog, and had even had close contact with her in the Phantom Realm, so he recognized her at a glance now.

"No, she is a 'Spectator', I must maintain my facial expression..." Klein smiled and looked at Audrey like everyone else, then politely looked away.

This was the most reasonable response.

It was just that after Earl Hall exchanged pleasantries with Duke Negan, he walked straight toward this area with his daughter.

"Miss 'Justice's' family believes in the Goddess, and Bishop Chumen is now the new Archbishop of the Backlund Diocese..."

Reason and propriety dictated that Earl Hall needed to come over to pay his respects.

As Klein's thoughts raced, Earl Hall and Miss Audrey had already arrived before them to offer their greetings.

"May the Goddess bless you." Chumen only needed this one sentence to surpass all aristocratic etiquette.

And sometimes, the words he spoke truly had the effect of a divine blessing.

Earl Hall thanked him with a serious expression, "Thank you for the Archbishop's blessing; this one sentence surpasses all the praise in the world."

"Praise the Goddess!" Chumen drew a crescent moon on his chest.

Everyone else could only follow suit and praise the Goddess.

This was the Archbishop who held divine power; whether they were nobles or wealthy tycoons, they all needed to treat him with great solemnity.

"Bishop Chumen... in Tingen, I only saw him promoting Dream, I never heard him praise the Goddess..." Klein could only follow along with the gesture.

"Bishop, I have had some small gains from my overseas investments recently, and I am prepared to donate thirty thousand pounds to the Church..."

Earl Hall's words made Klein's heart jolt, secretly wondering if this was how Bishop Chumen's money came to be?

He didn't know if it was Klein's illusion, but he felt the smile at the corner of Bishop Chumen's mouth became a tiny bit more sincere...

Chumen and Earl Hall went to the side to discuss more important matters, while Audrey Hall turned her gaze toward Klein and Leonard.

"That Archbishop must be a high-Sequence Beyonder; I actually have no way to see anything at all..."

Audrey felt a bit discouraged, then turned her attention to the two young men behind the Bishop.

"Hello, Miss Hall, you are the brightest and most dazzling jewel at this banquet." This was the flowery praise Klein had picked up from other nobles.

Is this jewel a diamond? Klein teased inwardly, but on the surface, he greeted her with perfect etiquette.

Leonard also offered his greetings a beat late.

"Hello to you both, gentlemen." Audrey Hall observed the two unfamiliar gentlemen before her.

She had never seen them at any other aristocratic banquets before.

"Are they from the Church? Are they Beyonders?"

"This expression is very natural, a bit too fake; what is being displayed is definitely not a true emotion..."

"The other one, however, makes no effort to hide his resistance to aristocratic banquets... He seems to look down on most nobles? He must be a Beyonder, and of a higher Sequence than me."

After a few pleasantries, Audrey Hall walked toward the "dining area," but her mind remained on analyzing Klein's oddity.

"Is there any Sequence that can hide one's expressions and body movements? This is truly the nemesis of a 'Spectator'!"

"I'll consult Mr. 'Hanged Man' and the others at the next Tarot Club!"

Klein watched Miss Audrey walk away and silently recited "Beware of the Spectator" in his heart; this Miss "Justice" probably hadn't been able to get any information from him, but...

Klein glanced at the poet classmate beside him; your outward display of emotion is far too obvious.

"Is there a problem?" Leonard asked in confusion.

"No." Klein shook his head.

Could he say that the person just now was a "Spectator"? That would only make Leonard nervous.

"How about we go to the dining area and taste those luxurious foods."

This suggestion perfectly hit the mark for Klein, and the two headed over happily.

After finishing a luxurious dinner, the two really couldn't stand the aristocratic small talk anymore and walked out to the garden.

"Can we leave now?" Klein and Leonard wanted to slip away as soon as they finished eating.

"Wait a moment..." Klein felt slightly ashamed; after all, they had just sponged a meal.

Hmm...

In a daze, the hair on Klein's body stood on end; it seemed as if a gaze had fallen upon him, carrying intense and undisguised malice!

He abruptly looked up toward the balcony on the second floor of the banquet hall.

"What's wrong?!" Leonard was instantly alert; he had been teamed up with Klein for a long time and had sufficient recognition of Klein's spiritual perception.

"Someone looked at me with malice." Klein didn't see any suspicious figures on the balcony, so he could only ruminate on that feeling and make a judgment.

"No... it wasn't malice directed at me," Klein frowned, "it was more like instinctive malice, it just happened to land on me for that one moment."

Instinctive malice... this kind of thing was very unusual.

"A banquet like this..." Leonard began to think, "should not have such malice."

People who could attend this banquet had all undergone strict screening; there shouldn't be anyone here carrying such strong malice.

"Could there be a situation?" Klein and Leonard judged based on their experience as Nighthawks.

"But we have no way to intervene, do we?"

"Where did Bishop Chumen go?"

Just as Klein and Leonard began to feel suspicious, the person truly harboring malice had already walked out of the ballroom and was heading toward Duke Negan.

I like this kind of Prey the most... This person was a gentleman dressed in an extremely proper manner, a member of the nobility.

But whether this skin is real or not remains to be seen.

In the ballroom, Duke Negan chased after the dance steps of many noble ladies and young noble misses; this feeling made him very satisfied, and the rise and fall of desire allowed him to recall those glorious years.

Only, in the eyes of some, this fluctuating desire is the best weapon.

Boom!

The crystal chandelier hanging high in the center of the ballroom slammed violently onto the ground, various screams rang out in the ballroom, many nobles were injured by the flying shards and instinctively dodged, and for a moment, the scene was extremely chaotic.

It was also at this moment that the assassin darted out, charging toward Duke Negan!

"Die!"

This assassin detonated the desire in Duke Negan's heart.