Chapter 257: Hello, Fellow Countryman

"... Do you know John Watson?"

This name stirred up terrifying, massive waves in Klein's mind.

His brain crashed at this moment, but his extremely high Spirituality allowed him to regain his reason in an instant and think clearly.

At this moment, countless thoughts surfaced, and then he made a decision.

"Is it the one from Baker Street 221B, or the one from Mole Manor?" Klein asked calmly.

The conversation between the two had been completely normal so far, whether it was that name, the address, or the manor.

Sherlock, Watson, Baker Street 221B, and Mole Manor—these names were not special in this era, but in the memories of some people, they symbolized a beautiful world.

That was the hometown they could never return to.

"Mole Manor..." These four words were spoken with Chinese pronunciation; Belte Moore looked as if he were smiling yet not, seemingly a bit sorrowful, and also a bit nostalgic.

Klein only felt his heart tremble slightly, took a deep breath, and let the air in his chest suppress his accelerating heartbeat.

Both Klein and Belte's bodies froze in place, looking at each other without speaking again.

This process lasted for about half a minute; Klein controlled his expression and body, then slowly reached out his hand.

"Hello."

"Hello!"

The two shook hands politely, relaxed, and looked at each other; they sat face to face, and both seemed to have many things to say, but at this moment, it no longer had any meaning.

"Sigh, I didn't expect it to be this kind of situation." Belte Moore suddenly grinned.

"This is my first time meeting a fellow countryman offline."

"Offline?" Klein keenly caught this term, feeling somewhat incredulous.

Had he fallen that far behind the version updates?!

"Eh?" This time it was Belte's turn to be surprised, "Have you never been to the Phantom Realm?"

"I have been, but..." Klein frowned, feeling that he was not on the same channel as this fellow countryman.

"You don't know the 'Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society'?" Belte asked again.

"... What a lousy name." Klein subconsciously retorted; this name reminded him of his brother Benson, who had not yet moved over from Tingen.

"Cough, cough!" Belte coughed twice, feeling slightly awkward because of this retort, and argued, "Isn't it quite fitting?"

Afterwards, he suppressed this mood and looked at Klein, saying.

"Actually... it's not just us; as far as I know, there are already over a dozen people. We huddled together for warmth and established the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society."

Over a dozen—this was another number that broke Klein's psychological bottom line.

"That shouldn't be; we've been advertising in the Dream Temple of the Phantom Realm in Simplified Chinese and English for two months. Anyone who has entered the Phantom Realm should have seen it."

"..." Klein's mouth twitched; his way of entering the Phantom Realm was different—he became a "Fool Boatman" directly, and then followed the connection to pick up Miss Audrey.

Hmm... right, Klein's guest was often Audrey Hall.

This young lady constantly accepted missions, exchanged for "Dreams," and became a deep Phantom Realm "Addict."

Cough, cough, back to the main topic; up to now, Klein really hadn't entered the Dream Temple of the Phantom Realm.

However, two months ago...

This timing was very subtle; at that time, he had probably only just transmigrated not long ago. Could it be that other "fellow countrymen" also transmigrated at that time? A collective transmigration event?

Then what about Roselle? Why was he two hundred years early?!

There must be a huge secret here; it might even be related to going home! Klein's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

"But it doesn't matter; you know now, so you can attend our gathering next time!" Belte didn't notice Klein's expression and introduced it incessantly.

"As for the time, here in Loen, it's Friday at eight in the evening!"

"If you enter the Dream Temple of the Phantom Realm at this time, you can see the notification. Our meeting place is in the Fairyland 'Babel Tower'!"

"That is a fairyland that only we can enter!"

Belte was still somewhat excited, passionately introducing the "Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society" to Klein.

This was a hidden organization that emerged two months ago, composed of a group of people far from their hometown, huddling together for warmth and exchanging information.

Klein lowered his eyes, uncontrollably developing a sense of curiosity and belonging toward such an organization.

A gathering composed of a group of fellow countrymen—this held an extremely strong attraction for him.

"Alright, I will attend on time!" Klein nodded.

"Then what about the 'Devil' you encountered now? Do you need me to help you take care of it?" Was Belte really looking down on a Sequence 6 "Devil"?!

"I am already a Sequence 7 of the Secret Prayer Pathway, a 'Hermit'." Belte said somewhat proudly.

So fast? Klein was also surprised; he felt his own promotion speed was already quite exaggerated.

However, with the support of the Aurora Order and possibly having obtained Roselle's diary, it was reasonable. As long as one mastered the Acting Method, there was basically no difficulty in low sequences, and the Potions were relatively cheap.

"By the way, what is your current Sequence? What Pathway?"

Fellow countryman, are you conducting a census... Klein's thoughts shifted; he had basic trust in the fellow countryman before him, so he said, "Diviner Pathway, Sequence 8 'Clown'."

"Beat up every 'Diviner' you see!" Belte raised an eyebrow and gestured with a punch.

"Roselle Diary..." Klein rolled his eyes.

"Hey!" The feeling of having someone pick up the reference made Belte laugh even more happily.

"But don't be discouraged; I drank the 'Secret Prayer' Potion the very day I transmigrated, and I also received the favor of a deity." Belte was still somewhat proud.

This was probably like showing off one's game account.

"As for that 'Devil', I can solve it myself."

Klein thought for a moment and rejected his fellow countryman's proposal. This "Devil" issue wasn't a big deal; once he went back and promoted, it wouldn't be a problem, and he might even be able to dig up more clues.

"I can solve it."

Belte Moore didn't insist and wanted to say something else, but at a certain moment, both he and Klein stopped.

"Mr. A has returned." Beierte blinked; this meant the exchange between the two transmigrators had to end here, as they dared not discuss such Hidden information under the nose of such a Beyonder.

"See you at the gathering then! I usually stay here; you can write a letter or come find me directly," Beierte said quickly.

"Alright!" Klein nodded gently and walked out of the Prayer Room with a normal expression.

He Open Door and also saw Mr. A, who had just returned.

Klein nodded at him in a friendly manner and left straight away.

"Is there any new intelligence?" Mr. A also saw Klein, raised his delicate eyebrows, and asked Beierte.

"There is information about a 'Demon'..." Beierte also showed no signs of anything unusual.