Mystery: When the Lost Homelanders Meet the Lost Homeland Call

The next day, Klein continued his potion digestion project, which had been interrupted by Lynn. Out of a sense of self-preservation, he brought along the "Silk Doll" and repeatedly instructed her not to reveal her presence unless there was danger.

He first tasted the sweet iced tea that Lynn had taken the night before at "Slinn Bakery" and gave Mrs. Wendy a good review.

He then went to Welch's address to look for the lost notes, but after searching around without finding them, he completed the search mission. Klein was planning to return to Blackthorn Security Company, but on the way he saw a "Fortune Teller's Club".

"Hmm, let's go take a look... and find some new ideas." Lost in thought, Klein crossed the street, went to the other side, went up to the second floor, entered the lobby, and stood in front of the beautiful lady in charge of reception.

The woman, with her brown hair styled in a bun, glanced at Klein and smiled, saying, "Sir, would you like a fortune telling, or would you like to join our club?"

"What are the conditions for joining?" Klein asked casually.

The woman with her brownish-yellow hair piled high introduced herself fluently:

"Fill in your details and pay the annual membership fee, which is £5 for the first time and £1 per year thereafter. Don't worry, we are not like those political or business clubs where you need a recommendation from an official member to join."

"So expensive!" Klein gasped, having contributed his share to global warming.

"Members can use the club's meeting rooms and various divination rooms and tools for free, enjoy our coffee and tea for free, read our subscribed newspapers and magazines for free, and purchase lunch, dinner, alcoholic beverages, and some divination textbooks and materials at cost price."

Klein's mind raced, analyzing the value of the materials. He wondered if he could pack up all the free tea and coffee to take home.

"Furthermore, we invite at least one renowned fortune teller to give a lecture each month to answer your questions."

Klein smiled but did not comment, though he had a feeling that the Dragon King's son-in-law was hiding his identity.

You mortals cannot recognize the extraordinary true form. Now that the three-year period has come to an end, we respectfully welcome the return of the diviner!

Klein chuckled self-deprecatingly, then asked, "What if I want a divination?"

After learning that he could earn money by doing fortune telling for others after becoming a member, Klein decided to give it a try and chose Mr. Grassis, who only charged 2 pence.

After giving the assessment that "your lips are purple, which may indicate lung problems," Klein left the fortune teller's club.

After confirming the club's members' skill level and the potential for income, Klein made up his mind to take the annual fee from the huge sum of money Lynn had given him, and then play the role of a fortune teller and make money.

A few minutes later, he waited for a public carriage, which cost 2 pence, and arrived at Zotland Street, which wasn't too far away.

Pushing open the door of "Blackthorn Security Company," he saw the familiar brown-haired girl and Leonard Mitchell, a man with a poetic air, black hair, and green eyes, chatting behind the reception desk.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Mitchell and the beautiful Miss Rosanne," Klein said, removing his hat and bowing.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti~" Rosanne replied energetically.

"Good afternoon," Leonard replied politely. Before Klein could speak, Leonard seemed to be pondering something and said:

"Klein, there's something that's been bothering me."

"What's wrong?" Klein asked, looking bewildered.

Leonard stood up and smiled gently:

"Why did Welch and Naya commit suicide on the spot, while you went home?"

  

"It must be that unknown entity that wants me to take the Antigonus family's notes away and hide them," Klein said, stating the generally accepted theory.

Leonard paced a few steps, then suddenly turned and leaned close to Klein, looking directly into his eyes: "If making you commit suicide was to silence you and erase all clues, then why not just have you destroy that notebook on the spot?"

When Klein met Leonard's passionate gaze, he shrank back, getting goosebumps all over.

"This Klein is a serious problem," Leonard thought to himself.

"Could this Leonard be from Nantong?" Klein in Chengdu thought naturally.

After exchanging a few words, Klein pointed in the direction of the armory: "I'm going to get some bullets."

"May the goddess protect you." Leonard smiled and drew a crimson moon on his chest.

Watching Klein flee in disarray, Leonard muttered to himself, "Old man, there really is something wrong with him."

Leonard heard an old man's laughter: "Hehehe, he thinks you're from Nantong."

"What? I... huh?"

"Shouting so lewdly, what? Did he guess right?"

Leonard shook his head helplessly: "Old man, can you stop with this? Did you even see anything?"

"Heh, you little rascal."

Pales paused for a moment, then his aged voice rang out again, "I can hardly be called a powerful 'deciphering scholar' now."

The Thief's Path allows you to steal extraordinary abilities starting from Sequence Six. Escaping from Amon, the strongest thief, you're bound to leave something behind. It's truly remarkable that you've managed to retain some extraordinary abilities.

"Upon closer inspection, Klein does indeed show signs of a high position. I can sense an attraction, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

Pales sighed: "Besides, that kid really got a huge investment, tsk tsk, that's quite a lot."

Just as Leonard was about to ask a question, Rosanne leaned closer to him and asked curiously, "Leonard, what news on this page is making you so interested? You've been talking to yourself for so long."

Leonard was startled, nearly dropping the newspaper in his hand. He turned around, saw Rosanne, and gave her a casual smile, saying:

"I was thinking about Klein, and I got a little lost in thought for a moment."

"Ah, Klein." Rosanne's eyes darted around. She remembered Leonard had been loitering at the front desk since morning, clearly waiting for someone, and only returned to normal when Klein arrived. A strange feeling suddenly struck her.

"Are you thinking about the notebook incident that got him involved in?"

Rosanne blushed slightly. Leonard must be thinking about the extraordinary event, right?

"Ah, the notebook incident, right," Leonard finally managed to gather his thoughts, "Yes, I was thinking about what happened to Klein."

Rosanne looked at Leonard helplessly; this didn't look like he was taking notes at all!

"Then I won't bother you anymore, Mr. Poet." Her gossipy nature was burning, and she was going to find a few of her best friends to chat with.

"Okay, okay," Leonard replied, completely disregarding whether his reputation was about to change, and immediately asked the old man.

"What constitutes a 'big spender'?"

"Kid, don't be so jumpy. Calm down. People who don't know better will think you've gone crazy from being in love."

Pales first lectured Leonard before saying, "Klein possesses a magical item or extraordinary pet from a Sequence 5 Mystic Master, as well as a potion master ingredient from a Sequence 8 Swindler, sealed on his person."

In truth, Pales wasn't quite sure what it was; he only sensed that his spiritual threads were being spied on, and the source of the spying was Klein.

The feedback from the inspiration was too strange. It felt like Klein was watching, yet also like an independent individual was watching. Palles sighed. He was in such a bad state that he couldn't even see through this situation.

"What the hell?" Leonard actually shouted it out, but fortunately he immediately lowered his voice.

That's Sequence Five!

Captain Dunn is only at Sequence Seven, while this is a powerhouse of Goddess Sword level!

Of course, church members like the Goddess Sword can wield sacred objects and possess abilities comparable to demigods, but this also proves the rarity and power of Sequence Five.

"You just give away something of this caliber like that?"

"Fate's gifts always come with a price tag," Pales sighed again. "Even I can't figure out what kind of price Lynn wants to pay."

-

What kind of price will Lynn demand?

Mending the sky!

"If the sky falls, someone taller will hold it up. Once Klein grows tall enough, he'll have to help me patch up the sky."

At this moment, Lynn was driving her long-legged van back to Tingen, leisurely sipping sweet iced tea while thinking about how she could start her wonderful life of perpetual slacking off when she had Zhou Mingrui, Zhou Ming, and Yu Sheng, the three tall ones, to hold up the sky.

This is the price Lynn set for Klein, a price heavier than any amount of money!

In a sense, this is also a form of moral blackmail. He knows that Klein's personality is destined to lead him to the top, so every time he helps Klein, it's to help him rise to the top even faster.

From this perspective, Lynn felt a little guilty, but thinking about his various plans, he felt relieved.

"Grandpa Celestial Venerable, I've come to step on your (coffin) lid!"

Lynn reviewed his plan again. His plan was not limited to Klein becoming the Lord of Mysteries. He needed to use the power of the Lord of Mysteries to nurture the Old Ones, fight the Outer Gods, reform society, and most importantly, improve his own and civilization's strength!

The world created by Zhou Ming-Duncan's re-creation is like a spark in the ocean compared to the Great Annihilation. Hoping that the captain's re-creation will just happen to create his own universe is like buying a lottery ticket. So, in the final analysis, we still need to improve the strength of the mysterious world so that they truly have the strength to face the outside world.

"At least on the bright side, the Mysterious World isn't part of the Great Annihilation event itself, because the Boundless Ocean has already been born. The Mysterious World universe is indeed heading towards the Great Annihilation, but it hasn't arrived yet."

Will the Lost Home respond to my ship...car...uh, ship?

Lynn looked at his long-legged bread boat, thought for a moment, and decided to proceed as planned.

Calling out the name of the Lost Home fleet in the name of the Lost Home!

If possible, Lynn will be able to obtain technical support from the Boundless Sea.

-

Klein retrieved bullets from the armory, learned pendulum techniques from Old Neil, and discovered how to siphon funds from the Night Watchers.

On Friday, a downpour hit Tingen, with raindrops pounding against all the windows.

Inside Blackthorn Security, Klein, Rosanne, and Bright sat on the sofa in the reception area, enjoying the "office meals" on the table.

Such "meals" include meat, vegetables, and bread. Although the portions are not large, they are enough to fill a person up. A meal costs between 7 and 10 pence, with different levels of quality.

Klein, shameless as ever, always chose the 7p bill, which usually included half a pound of oat bread, a small piece of meat prepared in different ways, a spoonful of thick soup with vegetables, and a little cream or butter.

"There's only one night watchman here today..." Rosanne sipped the soup with a spoon.

"I heard there's been a case in the Golden Phoenix District involving cult elements, so the police department sent two night watchmen over..." Bright said, putting down his bread.

Klein dipped the remaining oat bread in the last of the gravy, stuffed it into his mouth, and said nothing.

Inside the cuff of his left sleeve, there was a silver chain with a yellow crystal hanging from it.

In his right breast pocket was a blue crystal pendant with a silver chain, which was being held tightly in the arms of the little doll.

The Master of Mystic Puppet is Sequence Five of the Diviner's Path, a fact Klein always kept in mind. So, citing the fragility of crystals in battle, he requested an extra pendant and gave it to the Thread Puppet.

We have two fortune tellers here, what are you going to use to trick me?

The Master of Mystic Puppetry is a powerful Sequence 5, so dealing with the lowly Karamis like Tingen, who are at most Sequence 8, is a piece of cake for him.

Just then, a series of knocks came from the half-open door.

Rosanne opened the door, and a man wearing a top hat and a black suit with his left shoulder wet from the rain entered.

His temples were graying, and he held up his folded umbrella, looking at Klein and the others, he said:

"I have a task I'd like to delegate."

I have a task I'd like to entrust to you... You've probably come to the wrong place... This security company's brand is really just a brand name...

Upon hearing the visitor's words, Klein was filled with a torrent of complaints, wishing there were no forums or live chat to share his thoughts.

However, he quickly recalled asking a similar question before, and the captain's answer was, "If you have free time, why not take the job? The money earned can be used as the team's slush fund and as a benefit for the participants."

The tall, thin man seemed quite eager to get back to work and asked to wait there until the security personnel returned. Once Leonard returned, they decided to take on the task.

"My name is Keli, and I am the butler of Mr. Vikroll, the tobacco merchant. His only son, little Elliot, was kidnapped this morning. We have already reported it to the police and it has received sufficient attention, but Mr. Vikroll is still not at ease and hopes to investigate from another direction through your mercenary, uh, security personnel channels, as well as your understanding of Tingen, to ensure that little Elliot is rescued safely."

The Night Watch team quickly reached a contract with a reward of 100 pounds for finding the location and 200 pounds for rescuing the victim.

"We await your good news." After receiving one of the contracts, the butler, Kerry, stood up, removed his hat, and bowed.

Leonard did not respond, remaining silent for more than ten seconds as if he were thinking about something.

He suddenly turned his head, looked at Klein, and revealed a wicked smile:

"I need your help."

"Huh?" Klein was stunned.

"What I mean is, this mission will be done by you and me," Leonard explained with a slight smirk. "I'm good at hand-to-hand combat, shooting, climbing, sensing, and chanting, as well as providing support, but not finding people. You wouldn't want old Neil out in this weather, would you?"

When he spoke of "sensation," his voice became muffled, making it impossible for anyone to hear him clearly.

"Okay." Klein had the urge to try out new "skills," but also a bit of wariness towards Leonard Mitchell.

Whew, I hope it goes smoothly... I wonder how much of a role my "fortune teller" ability can play... He thought with a hint of anticipation.

Just then, the little doll in his right breast pocket pressed her tiny hand against Klein's chest, and Klein felt his inspiration suddenly soar, just like a real Sequence Five, and then he saw some images.

It was a place covered in eerie mud, surrounded by dark thorns, where creatures composed of layers of bone fragments, shadows, and dust roamed.