Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 151 "The Earl Returns"

Klein's application for special promotion was quickly approved, and this time it was verified by Lord Cecima.

"I'm surprised," Cecima said, holding a silver suitcase in her hand, with a clear smile in her tone, "You are such a genius!"

The senior deacon was truly happy that the Church of Darkness could possess such a genius.

Klein noticed the briefcase in Cecima's hand. This time, there was no need to swear on the holy relic, but Lord Cecima still carried the relic with him.

"I heard you're applying to become a Red Glove. It's a good choice indeed. You'll have better development there. However," Cecima suddenly changed her tone and said seriously, "The Red Gloves are an elite squad of Nighthawks. They face far greater dangers than ordinary Nighthawks. Although you've been promoted quickly, you lack experience."

Cecima half-bent down, placed the briefcase at her feet, and earnestly instructed, "For the Red Gloves, the most important thing isn't the sequence. Without sufficient experience, you could easily make the wrong move when faced with those dangerous extraordinary events, putting yourself and your teammates in danger."

"I suggest you spend a year or two with the Nighthawks, gain enough experience, and then apply to become a Red Glove."

"Thank you very much for your advice." Klein smiled, but did not directly answer whether he accepted Cecima's advice.

Klein was well aware of the situations he would face after becoming a Red Glove, so after learning Ancient Hermetic, Giant, Ancient Elvish, and Dragon Language, he changed Eve's nightly lessons to listening to various extraordinary events, and learned a lot of lessons.

Moreover, after many times of hunting pirates at sea, Klein has accumulated a lot of combat experience.

In addition, Klein's rich and extraordinary knowledge can make up for his lack of practical experience to a certain extent.

Cecima did not continue to persuade and sighed silently in her heart.

Geniuses are always different from others. He only hopes that Klein will not be blinded by his own talent. Cecima truly admires this young Nighthawk.

"Let's get started. Just like last time, the first step will be to test your mastery of potions."

As he spoke, Klein once again felt the same sensation as last time: sleepy but highly tense.

"very good."

As Cesimar's magnetic voice fell, Klein regained his composure.

"Your mastery of potions is above the excellent level," Cecima said. "Next, we'll examine your body and mind for hidden dangers. I believe you can easily pass this test."

Klein nodded and immediately began to adjust his state, preparing for the test in three minutes.

He secretly took a few deep breaths and used meditation to block out bad thoughts.

Cecima took out a silver pocket watch and opened it with a snap. The soft ticking sound reached Klein's ears.

Three minutes later, there was another crisp sound, and Cecima closed the pocket watch.

The test begins.

The melodious melody floated out of Cecima's mouth and echoed in the room, gradually losing its harmony and becoming a manic noise.

An uncontrollable irritation suddenly emerged in Klein's heart, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Klein felt like his entire heart had fallen into black mud. It was sticky, dull, and disgusting. He sank deeper and deeper, and as he was submerged in the mud, he was stepped on twice by the disgusting person.

Very upset.

It seems like he wants to beat up Lord Cecima.

Klein looked up at Cesimar, his eyes filled with thought.

But before Klein finished his thoughts, the irritable feeling suddenly disappeared.

"You passed, but your performance wasn't as good as last time," Cecima commented.

After the irritation subsided, Klein regained his sanity. He was surprised to find that he was actually planning how to beat up Lord Cecima without anyone noticing.

That's too bad... Klein could tell without Cecima's reminder that his condition wasn't as good as last time. After all, after adapting last time, Klein didn't feel anything at all, and his irritability was all fake.

Maybe it was because of what was going to happen next... Klein sighed and thought... Fortunately, it wasn't serious... The test was over. After Cecima handed Klein the potion formula and ingredients, she gave him a few instructions and left.

Next up was the Red Gloves application... Klein thought silently in his heart. The promotion didn't bring him joy, nor did the weekly salary increase.

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The performance of "The Return of the Count" was about to begin, and Klein returned home an hour before the performance.

After opening the door, Klein saw Melissa sitting on the sofa, carefully studying the three tickets in her hand. Even though she had been studying them for a few days, she still liked to hold the tickets in her hands and study them, as if she could see something different every time.

Benson was reading a newspaper, but his eyes kept glancing at Melissa beside him, with an unconcealable smile in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Klein suddenly felt his eyes sore, but at that moment he subconsciously used the "Joker" ability to cover up his abnormality.

It's like nothing happened.

Suddenly, Crane hated the Joker's abilities.

He couldn't explain why, but at this moment, he hated this ability.

"Klein."

Benson immediately noticed Klein outside the door, put down the newspaper with a smile, and said, "Now we're leaving."

Melissa raised her head and clutched the ticket tightly. "Okay, let's go."

As she spoke, she subconsciously tugged at the hem of her skirt.

The Moretti siblings all put on their going-out clothes and looked forward to the drama, which was one of the few happy moments they had had since their parents died.

It was indeed a popular play and the audience was very large.

In this era, those who could afford to watch a play had to have a certain amount of wealth, and all the gentlemen and ladies were well-dressed.

Melissa straightened her back unconsciously and took a few steps towards her brothers.

"Don't be nervous, Melissa." Klein said with a soothing smile.

"I'm not nervous," Melissa shook her head, a hint of doubt in her tone, and said, "We're just watching a play. There's no need to be nervous."

Klein and Benson smiled, not exposing Melissa's unconscious nervousness.

They followed the crowd and quickly entered the venue and found their seats.

As the gentlemen and ladies took their seats, the red curtain slowly opened.

One character after another appears and leaves the stage, performing this drama.

Melissa and Benson were gradually attracted by the wonderful drama and their attention was completely focused on the stage.

They watched the play, and Crane watched them.

Finally the play ends and the curtain falls.

Just like people in previous lives discussed the plots after watching movies, people in this world also discuss the plots after watching plays.

Along the way, Melissa and Benson discussed "The Return of the Count", from the plot, characters to the set design.

Klein's attention wasn't on the drama at the time, but he still took a look at it. He had also read the original novel and was able to participate in the discussion between the Moretti brothers and sisters.

The three siblings returned home chatting and laughing.

(End of this chapter)