Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 108 When Will We Separate

Klein leaned back, resting his head on the back of the chair, and pinched his brows in distress.

Then he suddenly sat up straight, stood up, took the newspaper from the living room, and walked to the bathroom.

After arriving at the bathroom, Klein locked the door, closed the toilet lid, placed the newspaper on the toilet, walked four steps backward, and muttered to himself:

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun."

"The God of Blessing and Prosperity Xuanhuang."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

A familiar whisper rang in his ears. After many times of going in and out, Klein had become initially accustomed to it. It no longer hurt as much as before, as if he would die in the next second.

The layers of whispering faded away, and the surroundings returned to silence.

Klein sat upright on a bronze chair, materializing paper and a pen.

Write on the paper: 1. After being promoted to Sequence Seven

2. After Benson passed the exam and became a government employee
He thought for two seconds, then wrote down on another piece of paper, "The time and place Benson took the civil service exam."

After finishing, Klein checked it once. After confirming that it was correct, he held the note in his hand, lay back, and sketched countless balls of light in his mind. He quickly fell asleep with the help of meditation.

In his dream, Klein saw Tingen bustling with people, and the people on the street were wearing winter clothes.

In a flash, the scene changed, and a somewhat unfamiliar city appeared before Klein.

There was a sharp roar coming from the factory, and the smoke filled the city. In some places, it was so thick that pedestrians could not be seen, as if they were swallowed by the smoke.

In the prosperous areas of the city, the rich and nobles were enjoying dances and refreshments, and the smell of luxury and money was floating in the air.

A place name emerged in Klein's mind—Backlund, the capital of all cities.

Klein opened his eyes and wrote the two locations side by side.

It seems to be winter, I don't know which month it is...

Klein took out the citrine pendulum and silently recited, "Benson took the civil service exam in Tingen in January 1350."

"Benson took the civil service exam in Tingen in January 1350."

……

"Benson took the civil service exam in Tingen in January 1350."

After silently reciting it seven times, Klein stared at the pendulum. Under his gaze, the topaz slowly began to spin counterclockwise.

No.

Klein raised his hand, and the yellow crystal pendulum drew an arc and fell into Klein's hand.

He placed the spirit pendant back down, holding the silver chain, and waited for the crystal to stabilize before silently reciting in his heart:
"Benson took the civil service exam in Tingen in January 1350."

……

"Benson took the civil service exam in Tingen in January 1350."

Nor...

Klein thought silently as he watched the counterclockwise spinning pendulum.

Again, again...

Klein repeated the divination several times before he finally figured out the exact time for Benson's exam. One was early December 1349 in Tingen, and the other was late January 1350 in Backlund.

He wrote the two time points after the place names.

Oops!

Klein looked at the words on the paper and discovered a serious problem—New Year!
There was a New Year's Day between Benson's two exams.

In this world, New Year is also a very important festival, and it also symbolizes reunion!
He actually forgot about the New Year!
Klein covered his head in frustration, his mind in a mess.

A festival of reunion...

These two worlds really have a lot of similarities...

I don’t know how my parents are doing in that world. The flow of time in the two worlds should be different. The time when my sister and I held the ceremony should be almost the same, but the time difference between us is three thousand years.

If that's the case, then Mom and Dad probably haven't noticed we're missing yet. Thinking of this, Klein felt a little better, but still bitter.

Klein gave a wry smile, his eyes fixed on the paper in front of him.

What would Benson and Melissa think if they knew it was me, not Klein, who was spending New Year's with them?

Klein himself does not think that he is the original "Klein", but a different "Klein".

No!

Klein sat up straight. I can't tell them this bad news after the New Year!
I couldn't let Benson, Melissa, and Klein celebrate New Year's happily only to then tell them that Klein had long been dead, and that the one celebrating New Year's with them was a Klein from another world who had taken over Klein's body. Klein picked up his pen and crossed out the second option.

After crossing out the second option, only the first option remains on the paper.

He would definitely confess before the New Year.

If that were the case, Benson wouldn't be able to live a normal life by becoming a government employee and earning a decent income... Benson's weekly salary was enough to support his life, but the problem lay with the rent and the maid's wages.

I can secretly pay the rent and salary, which can reduce the living burden of Benson and Melissa.

I just don't know if they will accept it...

If they just give up the house and fire the maid after I leave...

This shouldn't be the case...

Klein slowly lowered his head, resting his forehead on the edge of the table.

New Year is a festival of reunion...

Maybe Benson and Melissa thought of the New Year's meaning and softened their hearts and let me go back...

Klein thought with a smile, his eyes feeling a little sore. He arched his head and pressed his eyes against the table, thinking nothing and just lying there.

It was very quiet in Sefirah Castle, too quiet, and he was the only one there.

Klein quietly touched his chest. He could feel his heart beating, vibrant and powerful, as if it had never stopped.

After a long moment, Klein raised his head and lay back, resting his head against the back of the bronze chair, staring blankly at the "dome."

Thick gray fog filled the space, flowing through every corner like a real object. Crimson stars broke through the fog's constraints and emitted a faint light.

In his mind, white glowing spheres were outlined, bringing Klein a sense of tranquility.

It's the end of July now, and September is two months away, so I should be leaving in October.

Klein withdrew his gaze and calculated in his mind. After the confession, Benson and Melissa would need a long time to think carefully about their relationship, at least two months. After two months, Benson and Melissa should be able to calm down and examine their relationship.

He left in October and moved to Backlund. Two months later it would be New Year's Day, and three months later Benson would come to Backlund to take the exam.

There happened to be two favorable timings for him.

The reunion symbolism of the New Year might soften Benson and Melissa's attitudes. And when Benson and Melissa come to Backlund for the January exam, they might come to visit him with mixed feelings.

Klein gave a wry smile. Why did he feel like an enemy? Was he analyzing the enemy's situation before the battle?
Actually, I could use divination... but I don't want to.

Klein lifted the pen and slowly lowered it. When the tip of the pen touched the first option, ink slowly seeped out, forming a dot at the tip.

After a long time, the pen shook, and the tip of the pen moved across the white paper, leaving a small check mark.

Klein stared at the tiny tick on the paper for a long, long time before he came back to his senses.

The paper and pen gradually dissipated like foam. Klein lay back and left Sefirah Castle.

After returning home, Klein picked up the newspaper on the toilet and walked out of the bathroom.

The maid Bella was cleaning the living room. Klein turned and said, "I need to rest. You don't need to clean my room."

"Okay, Mr. Klein," Bella straightened up immediately after hearing her employer's voice and looked at Klein. She was stunned for a moment after her eyes met Klein. "Mr. Klein, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm just a little tired," Klein said, opening the door with a click. "I'll be fine after a short rest."

As soon as he returned to the room, Klein fell onto the bed, spread his hands, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

He remained in this state for a long time until the maid Bella knocked on his door.

"Mr. Klein, dinner is ready."

Klein's brown eyes gradually brightened. When he came to his senses, he realized that it was already night and Benson and Melissa had returned.

"I see."

Klein answered, supporting himself on the bed with both hands and exerting force from his waist, he stood up from the bed.

He walked to the door and placed his hand lightly on the doorknob.

Outside the door were Benson and Melissa. He could hear their voices, vaguely and not very clearly.

click!
Klein pushed down hard, the door opened, and he walked in.

"Klein."

Hearing the voice, Benson closed his law textbook and placed it on the dining table. He looked at Klein and asked, "Has work been hard lately? Bella said you were a little tired and rested in your room. Why do you still look tired after resting?"

Melissa suddenly felt a little suspicious. Could it be that Klein wasn't resting, but was studying divination, dream interpretation, or other mystical knowledge in the room?

"Indeed, there are some," Klein curled his lips and said casually, "Perhaps I should take a leave and have a good rest for a while."

(End of this chapter)