Secret: Storm Pigeons are still Storm Pigeons

Chapter 59 “Chef” Klein
At 11 o'clock in the evening, Klein said goodbye to his brother and sister and returned to his bedroom on the second floor.

Klein felt a little heavy-hearted. He barely managed to convince his brother and sister that he liked women and that he changed his clothes because his previous ones were torn by Ah Fu... Ah Fu, I'm sorry for putting you through this. Eat better dog food from now on...

He locked the door skillfully, constructed a spiritual wall with a ritual silver dagger, walked four steps backwards, and arrived at the ancient palace above the gray fog.

A figure appeared at the position of The Fool. It was Klein. He took a deep breath and sighed:
“It’s really difficult…”

“It’s so quiet…”

"Now, I really feel that the voice of another self appearing in my ears is so absurd and so terrifying..."

"This is more despairing than a direct battle with Old Blue... At least it's a tangible feeling of oppression, rather than an invisible feeling that makes me no longer myself..."

"Audience... Miss Justice is also an audience, but the ability she displayed was just a slightly enhanced observation ability. I didn't expect that after reaching a high sequence, it would be so outrageous..."

"The kitchen knife that Old Blue gave me can let me see the changes in my mind. If another me appears... put him in a cage..."

Thinking of this, Klein materialized the yellow-brown parchment, the round-bellied fountain pen, and the "sun kitchen knife" in front of him. He wanted to find out the side effects of this kitchen knife! Old Blue had made it very clear that this kind of sealed object and magical item would have side effects, and they must be prevented!
“A warm feeling…” Klein picked up the kitchen knife and played with it for a while. He felt that its shape and touch were the same as those outside. “I hope the side effects aren’t too serious… I’ll have to carry it with me for a long time in the future…”

Then, he took the parchment with the words "Negative effects of this kitchen knife" written on it and the Sun Kitchen Knife, leaned back, and entered a dream.

In the gray and dark dream world, Klein saw scenes:

Someone took this kitchen knife and quickly cut various ingredients. After a while, a delicious dish came out of the pot.
The same figure put the kitchen knife on the shelf and used another kitchen knife to cut vegetables... Then the golden kitchen knife became dim, as if it had lost its specialness;

The same figure, holding the dimmed kitchen knife distressedly, softly singing an unknown song, the dimmed kitchen knife successfully recovered, became golden, full of specialness;

The same figure, carrying this kitchen knife, was about to round up the evil Beyonders, but rushed to the kitchen and started cooking...

The same figure, sleeping with a kitchen knife in his arms, suddenly woke up and rushed to the kitchen...

“Shit!” Klein came out of his dream, feeling a bit amused. “This… this is too much… that figure looks so familiar, isn’t that me! Ah! Is this still divination? This is more like a prophecy, right? Will I suddenly go to cook when I’m rounding up the enemy? Do I want to make the enemy laugh to death or fill them to death with food?”

"This kitchen knife is still so fragile... It even responded when it saw me using another kitchen knife! Do I need to sing to it! Or will it go on strike?"

"I can't stand it anymore. Why is the kitchen knife given by Old Blue so full of life? It feels even more exaggerated than the 'Antigonus Family Puppet' in this respect!"

Klein felt his emotions fluctuate greatly, which was normal. Anyone who got such a strange kitchen knife would lose their composure...

"But I don't feel any activity in the kitchen knife... Instinct? The instinct of the kitchen knife? If you don't need me, then don't use it anymore? Damn..."

"Although it's a little weird...but overall it's acceptable...compared to its powerful abilities, cooking! Isn't it just cooking? I like cooking!"

Klein has figured out the perfect way to use it: getting up a little earlier every day and using the knife to prepare breakfast for his family!
Hey, Western breakfast... do I need it to cut bread...? How about spreading butter? It seems that it can only slice tomatoes at best... Will the kitchen knife be satisfactory?
After making up his mind, Klein dispersed the projection, simulated the feeling of falling, and returned to his bedroom. He lay on the soft bed, touched his beloved kitchen knife under the pillow, and sighed:
"Hmm, I'm suddenly looking forward to tomorrow's breakfast..." - He lost a lot of blood today and his condition was not very good, so he didn't make any other attempts and immediately fell into a deep dream.

……

In the dream, everything was dark. Klein stood on the street in a daze. Suddenly, a drop of "rain" fell on his hand. "It's raining?"

He turned his head and looked where he came from, only to see a huge red tongue behind him, and in the distance a very deep esophagus and tonsils hanging like Buddha bells.

He looked up and saw a row of sharp teeth above him, dripping with mucus and dropping gold pound fragments.

He lowered his head and found that the ground under his feet was not a familiar street, but another row of sharp teeth, equally slimy and stained with gold pound fragments.

"Oh, I must be dreaming."

Klein looked relaxed. With trembling legs, he sat on the slippery tooth and tapped it gently. "This tooth is of really good quality... It seems to be stronger than mine..."

He suddenly woke up and realized that he was dreaming.

He saw himself standing in the kitchen, holding a kitchen knife with a blood-red handle and a golden blade, and in front of him were unprocessed oxtail, potatoes, onions, lamb and other ingredients.

He turned his head subconsciously and looked towards the door, somewhat bewildered. The captain was here again? How could he be in the mood to play nightmare at this time...

Sure enough, there was no one... Then who invaded my dream?
It can't be... a kitchen knife...

Klein turned his gaze to the ingredients and kitchen utensils in his hands. His hands involuntarily began to chop, chop, chop! His movements were skillful and smooth. The chopping board and the kitchen knife made a series of musical sounds...

“Fuck…it’s you! Sun Kitchen Knife! You want to cook even in your dreams? You’re going too far…”

"Why is this not mentioned in the negative effects of divination? Isn't this a negative effect of spiritual judgment? Damn, what positive effect does this have..."

Klein was shocked to find that as he continued to chop vegetables and cook, his emotions were becoming calmer and more peaceful... The fear and shame that had caused his legs to tremble just now and that he had to deceive himself that it was a dream were all swept away...

"So that's how it is... No wonder this effect isn't negative, it's magical. From now on, when my sanity is too low, I'll hold it while sleeping... I can relax my body and mind in my dreams..."

"Well, if I hadn't been able to stay awake in my dream, then the kitchen knife would have cleansed my body and mind while I was unconscious... Hey, old Blue is really... really thoughtful!"

After thinking everything through, Klein began to focus on the ingredients in front of him. Gradually, he followed the thinking of the kitchen knife and began to take the seasonings and ingredients on his own initiative. The kitchen knife also expressed its satisfaction, and the golden blade became brighter.

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