Chapter 359: Troubles of the Curly-Haired Baboon

Klein did nothing for the first three days after returning home, telling his older brother and sister that he had returned from a business trip and had a fairly long vacation.

However, this explanation failed to erase the worry in his family's eyes, though they did not press him further.

By the fourth day, Klein finally stepped out of Moretti Manor once again, preparing to visit some friends, and he was Klein Moretti now.

The identity of Sherlock Moriarty was already too famous at sea and was no longer suitable for appearing here; of course, Zaratul was also a very important reason.

"Long time no see, Beckett."

The first person Klein visited was a fellow countryman from the Aurora Order; this fellow was vaguely the second-in-command of the Aurora Order's local branch, and this time, he had no opportunity to go to sea to participate in that operation to hunt the Blood Sect.

At first, Beckett did not recognize Klein, not until he produced the mark of the Sherlock Detective Agency.

"Fellow countryman? Sherlock?" Beckett's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly pulled Klein down to sit.

"Has your operation already ended?" Beckett asked impatiently.

"What?" Klein almost failed to react.

"It was so spectacular!" Beckett had a look of envy, wishing he could have been in his place.

"It has completely ended..." Klein briefly introduced the current situation to Beckett, naturally without involving the important matters that had happened to himself.

It turned out that quite a few people in the Research Association had been implicated in this operation, and some had even joined in this hunt.

"Looking around, you're actually the one doing the best!" Klein laughed.

"Something happened," Beckett said solemnly. "Someone is making trouble."

Of course, it was also because the clothes on Beckett had changed, becoming the exclusive divine robes of a Bishop.

It was just that they were not as high in Sequence as Klein and could not obtain more information.

If he had yielded to the philosophy of the Indulgence Sect, he would likely have been dead for sure; if not, his prospects upon returning to the Rose School of Thought would actually be quite excellent.

"Hey! Don't mention it!" Beckett poured out his grievances. "Who knew such a small church would have so many issues..."

"Are you the one in charge now?" Klein glanced at this church, where the believers who worshipped the "True Creator" looked at Beckett with a certain respect.

The corners of Klein's mouth twitched; others would give anything to suffer such hardship, and among his fellow countrymen, there seemed to be one who had transmigrated directly into a believer of the Rose School of Thought—he didn't even know if that person was dead or alive now...

After all, few people could manage to hunt a "Pirate Admiral."

"However, there is one thing I must remind you of." Finally, Beckett's expression turned grave.

Among his fellow countrymen, there were also those who had transmigrated directly into the children of prominent families, but they were likely not as glorious as Beckett was now.

"Not really, but it's coming soon," Beckett said. "Mr. A has been recalled to the Holy Cathedral, and those above don't seem to intend to send a new person in charge."

No matter how small the church was, it was still a Bishop, right?

Klein had recently been absent from the "Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society" gatherings and had not shared any news about the Blood Sect operation for a long time.

Klein frowned, realizing something.

"Someone went crazy and conducted a Blood Sacrifice in the name of going home." Beckett's words made Klein's pupils shrink.

He knew that some people in the "Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society" were very restless and always faced this world with a gaming mentality, but he had not expected them to actually do such a thing!

"This isn't a game!" Klein thought of the players in his previous life who killed NPCs in games, and his expression turned heavy.

"Yeah, this is a real world." Beckett's expression was also somewhat ugly.

This kind of thing was a huge blow to the already loose "Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society."

"But fortunately, the president has already handled it," Beckett said with some relief.

"How so?" Klein's spirits lifted.

"I only met the member who performed the Blood Sacrifice once; he didn't attend gatherings often, but he had contact with several presidents and would often ask about news regarding going home."

"Going home..." Klein's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Yes," Beckett continued to explain, "he collected all the news about going home and finally settled on a direction; he was preparing to offer a sacrifice to certain evil gods."

"Offer a sacrifice to evil gods?!" Klein's eyelid twitched; this was truly too stupid, but he could not blame him for it. He was doing fine, having found a temporary anchor after coming to this world, but not everyone else was as lucky.

Just like that fellow countryman who was targeted by the Rose School of Thought from the start, driven by all kinds of inescapable Despair and the desire to go home, any choice was possible.

"The sacrifice naturally failed; one of the vice-presidents intervened directly to stop him," Beckett continued to recount.

"... Why did he choose to offer a sacrifice to an evil god? Did he know something?" Klein hesitated for a moment before asking; he also did not know how he should face this question.

From what he had seen, his fellow countrymen were not fools; if there was no clear reason, they would not do such a stupid thing.

"He claimed that he had received a divine revelation and had seen our hometown," Beckett's tone was somewhat strange.

"..." Klein fell silent. He would not believe the ravings of evil gods, but what if? What about the other fellow countrymen? Could they withstand such temptation?

"Then what can we do?" Beckett also showed some confusion. His life in this world could be said to be quite good, but it was ultimately not as good as before he transmigrated.

At the very least, that world had no loss of control, no madness.

Klein did not even know how he had left; in the end, he and Beckett could only look at each other in silence.

"Really..." Klein rubbed his brow in distress.

"It was supposed to be just a visit to an old friend; I didn't expect to learn about such things."

Klein took some time to readjust his state of mind and arrived in front of a small villa. He did not go in, but when he sensed a stir in his Spirituality, he obediently walked into that world.

Visiting an old friend in Backlund—this also counted as one.

"You're back so soon?" Under the Gothic church, a baby carriage rolled out, and a childish voice asked.

Klein had also used this summoning symbol of the "Snake of Mercury" several times, so they had some friendship, and this time, returning to Backlund, he had come to pay a visit.

"I almost didn't make it back," Klein's tone was not light. "This time I encountered several Angels, and I even saw the 'God of Deceit and Traitor of All' ascend to godhood..."

The baby in the carriage seemed to move, and then a voice came out, "I do indeed want to know what happened to the Rose School of Thought, but what is it that you want to know?"

Friendship also needs to be maintained; the best way is through mutually satisfying transactions time and time again.

(End of chapter)