Chapter 256: Sherlock, Do You Know Watson?

Klein ended the Tarot Club and, relying on his memory, transcribed those few pages of extremely "Hidden" diary entries.

"I have absolutely no blasphemy toward the 'Supreme Dream', I am not at all concerned with Roselle's romantic history, I merely maintain reverence for hidden knowledge."

Klein solemnly performed the ritual to sacrifice these pages of paper Above the Gray Fog.

Of course, setting aside those "Hidden" matters, he felt these few pages of diary entries were still quite valuable and worth collecting.

Klein cleaned up the traces and lay on the sofa, lost in thought while waiting for his Spirituality to recover; about half an hour later, his intuition suddenly stirred, and he looked at the glass of the bay window.

Inside one of the panes of glass was a woman wearing a black court gown.

Klein's body stiffened, and he retreated a few steps, but he did not sense any danger.

The woman in his eyes wore a small black bonnet, lifted her skirt, bowed slightly, and performed a salute to Klein.

"No malice..." Klein confirmed this point, and the next moment, the woman even took out a gold coin.

A gold coin? This style? Is it a Dream Gold Coin from the Solomon Empire? And the oldest version at that, it's very valuable!

*Ahem! * Klein hurriedly pulled his thoughts back, and then he heard the doorbell of the agency ring.

And the exquisitely dressed lady in the window had also disappeared.

Klein checked the revolver he kept on his person, maintaining a state where he could draw it at any time, and then opened the door.

He saw a man and a woman, two Beyonders.

Why is there malice deeply hidden in this man's eyes, like a "Demon", but more restrained...

"Welcome, this is the Sherlock Detective Agency." Klein smiled and invited the two inside, pouring two cups of Earl Grey tea.

"I am Maric, she is Sharon, the Dream Bishop asked us to come find you." The gentleman wearing a black vest spoke.

Dream? That would be Bishop Chumen... Klein nodded gently, "Hello, I am Sherlock Moriarty."

"So, is there anything you need help with?"

Maric's eyes, which held deeply hidden malice, stared at Klein, "We have no place to live."

Klein:...

Is it that direct?

"I can solve this." Klein nodded gently; there were still plenty of operating funds.

"We are being hunted by the Indulgence Faction of the Rose School of Thought." Miss Sharon's azure eyes looked at Klein.

"Uh..." Klein had not expected this either.

"Rose School of Thought? Indulgence Faction?" Klein recalled these names; he had seen them before in the materials Bishop Chumen gave him.

Another evil cult... Klein was surprised to find that his heart was completely calm.

Is this really something a Sequence 8 like him can get involved in? If Bishop Chumen thinks so, then it is.

Klein had already given up struggling.

"If there is a situation, please be sure to tell me; I cannot handle it now, but there will always be someone who can." He made a solemn promise.

"Good!" Maric nodded gently.

Afterward, Klein called Leonard over and asked him to handle the accommodation for Maric and Sharon.

"You are going to find Mr. A?" Leonard learned of Klein's arrangements.

"Yes, the intelligence on the 'Demon' attack last time is likely of some value; perhaps it will be enough to help me gather the materials for advancement."

Leonard nodded gently and turned to go settle Maric and Sharon.

Klein remained in a state of vigilance along the way, but he did not encounter any "Demons".

It was now noon, the time with the most foot traffic, so the possibility of a "Demon" attack was relatively small.

"Hello, I am looking for Mr. A of the Aurora Order." Klein arrived at the gathering spot and directly found the Beyonders there.

Then he sat in the Prayer Room with a young man.

Although there was no church here, according to Klein's observations, it was effectively fulfilling the function of a church, and Mr. A was equivalent to the Bishop here.

This was likely a tacit understanding between the Church and them—not allowing a church to appear, yet having the Aurora Order stationed here.

"Looking for Mr. A?" The person glanced at Klein, "Who are you?"

He wore a dark-colored robe with mysterious patterns on the cuffs, had short brown hair, and his eyes flashed with a spirited light; just like Mr. A, this person was also... very beautiful.

It seems that joining the Aurora Order also depends on one's looks... Is he considered a priest of the "True Creator"?

"'Demon'." Klein suddenly pointed out a term.

"Oh?" The young man examined Klein seriously and nodded gently, "He is currently out. You can tell me any intelligence you have, and I will judge its value."

"You?" Klein hesitated for a moment.

"What, looking down on me? I am the second-in-command here." The young man chuckled.

Hmm... Klein nodded gently, "I was attacked by a Sequence 6 'Demon'."

"Sequence 6 'Demon'?" The young man opposite suddenly straightened his posture.

"It was a demon dog, and its master was a stronger 'Demon' pathway Beyonder, which is also the source of my previous intelligence."

"Hiss! You've got something there!" The young man became even more serious, and every word Klein said afterward was recorded by him.

"Very valuable information; it can help us narrow down the scope of our investigation."

"Then what reward do you want? Pounds or something else?"

"I need..." Klein listed many types of auxiliary materials, which were of no small value.

"... Can do." The young man did some mental math for a moment and nodded in agreement.

And as expected of a branch of the Aurora Order, Klein quickly obtained his items; with this, he would be able to complete his advancement today.

"If there is more information, you can contact us. Of course, you can also spend pounds to hire us to clean up that 'Demon'."

This person doesn't even take that "Demon" seriously; is it because of the backing of the Aurora Order, or because their own Sequence is high enough? Is it also Sequence 6?

"Can you leave your name?" The person picked up paper and pen, ready to record.

"Sherlock Moriarty." Klein thought for a moment, then decided to report this fake name.

"My name is Beierte Moore..."

Beierte Moore wrote down Klein's name, "Oh, a detective, sir!"

At this moment, both Klein and Beierte stiffened, as if an electric current had flashed through their brains, leaving their bodies tingling.

Klein's memory should be quite good; he did not seem to have revealed his profession to this gentleman.

He had only given this gentleman the fake name he had chosen for himself, a name that was very distinctive, and Klein had even felt proud of it for a while.

"Gulp!" Beierte Moore swallowed hard, looked at Klein, and as if thinking of something, asked with a solemn expression, "This Mr. Sherlock, do you know John Watson?"