Mystery: When the Lost Homelanders Meet the Lost Homeland Call

Once aboard the carriage, Dunn, still in a "flexion and extension" position, explained the relevant matters concerning the Antigonus Notebook to Klein. Klein also agreed to join the Night Watchers and later used the same distance to judge the problem, concealing from the Night Watchers the fact that he possessed the Thread Doll.

After several instructions from Dunn to the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein finally felt that things were coming to an end.

Just as he walked out of Dunn's office and down the stairs towards the lobby, Leonard, who was coming from the opposite direction, stopped beside him, looked straight ahead, and chuckled softly:

"When 2-049 landed next to you, I originally wanted to save you, but I realized you didn't need to."

"Don't worry about it. There are many special people in this world who can always do things that others can't, like you..."

"...For example, me." Leonard's lips curled up.

Narcissist… Klein muttered to himself, feeling much more relaxed. There was no other reason than that Klein found it hard to imagine Leonard plotting something with such bitterness and resentment.

Seeing Klein fall silent, Leonard chuckled nonchalantly and said, "Klein, there's no need for pretense between us. I witnessed you break free from the control of the sealed artifact '2-049,' and I know you're special. You should also have a vague sense that I'm different from ordinary extraordinary beings."

He suppressed his smile and met Klein's gaze, saying:

"I once told you that there are many special people in this world who can always do things that others cannot, such as you, and such as me."

"This world has a long history and various ancient traditions. There will always be people who obtain them, master them, and become the protagonists of different dramas. There won't be too many such people, but there certainly can't be only one or two."

"I don't think that extraordinary individuals who hide secrets are necessarily bad guys or villains, nor do I think it's necessary to figure out the origins or manifestations of their specialness... As long as your actions don't harm me, the Night Watch, or the entire city of Tingen, then you're still my teammate. Similarly, I hope you'll treat me with the same attitude. Of course, it's best not to tell the higher-ups about this. Those guys are all old-fashioned and conservative, always believing that special people like us will inevitably lose control and be tempted by evil gods and demons to fall."

However, I probably have more secrets than you can imagine… Klein muttered to himself silently, then said frankly:

"That is indeed my attitude. I only look at your behavior and purpose, I don't care about your specialness, and I don't try to pry into your secrets."

After saying that, he silently added in his mind: No, actually I do care quite a bit, I'm really curious, but I can only force myself to endure it. Hmm, does Leonard think he's the protagonist of a drama? What kind of adventure did he have, what kind of magical items does he possess?

Leonard unbuttoned his shirt collar, chuckled, and nodded:

"I'm glad we reached an agreement."

"In those adventure novels, this is called the meeting of the two protagonists, and the wheels of history begin to roll forward."

Shameless! Klein gave a perfunctory smile.

Leonard paced around twice, his bright green eyes gleaming, a smile playing on his lips:

"Okay, to be honest, I'm quite confident about your special qualities."

Klein's expression turned serious. Had he been wrong? Was Leonard actually a keen detective who had seen through his situation?

Leonard patted Klein on the shoulder: "I suspect your special status is related to the Antigonus family's legacy. Although the notes have been retrieved, the Secret Order is still watching. If anything happens, you can discuss it with me."

The Antigonus family?

Ah, the Antigonus family controls the Diviner's Path, my doll is Sequence Five of the Diviner's Path, and I have a deep connection with the Antigonus Notebook...

As his thoughts raced, Klein breathed a sigh of relief and, feigning a flustered reaction to his secret being discovered, said, "There is indeed a connection. I'll tell you if anything happens."

Leonard nodded in satisfaction, then he listened intently to a sentence, and his expression changed drastically.

He suddenly grabbed Klein's shoulders and asked, "Klein, you have a daughter?"

"What happened to your daughter?"

Who is her mother?

Klein: "?"

-

Astral Plane.

The white tower floats in the celestial realm, with boundless symbolic images unfolding around it.

He is weaving concepts and symbols little by little, and the threads woven from these concepts intertwine and extend in the void, like a spider web covering the shadow of Leviathan.

The threads connecting Leviathan are the concept of the boundless sea that the White Tower remembers and recreates, and the concept of a mysterious world that the White Tower constantly weaves.

The white pagoda has now been standing in front of the barrier for four hours.

To be precise, it was "White Tower Twenty-Four" that stood here for four hours. The previous ones collapsed one after another while trying to decipher Leviathan's outer information structure, like fragile glassware shattering under excessive heat, leaving behind a pile of eerie green dust. Twenty-Four persisted longer than expected, thanks to his timely integration of the data from the previous twenty-three failed attempts.

Leviathan's size presents an absurdity in the astral view. It is stuck in the barrier between Earth and the Moon, and its outline presents an ever-undulating edge in the symbolic web of the astral plane. Those edges sometimes resemble tentacles, sometimes mountains, and sometimes some kind of geometry that cannot be captured by the eye, jumping back and forth between reality and the undefined.

The White Tower is gradually defining the coordinates of those edges, completing this work before the world's natural reaction, and reducing the world's rejection response.

The shape of Leviathan gradually became fixed.

"Experimental report: The new method has been effective. The Leviathan's form is inherently variable in the boundless sea. Directly assigning form information is too complex. Defining the boundaries bit by bit is feasible."

White Tower breathed a sigh of relief, continuing to fix Leviathan's form while sending signals.

This time, he used green flames, like sending a Morse code message, to transmit a message to Leviathan through the appearance and disappearance of the green flames.

The message was simple, coded in the universal language of the boundless sea: "Who are you? Why have you come?"

Right after this message was sent, the shadow finally reacted in some way. Although the White Tower still couldn't understand, it was indeed trying to communicate!

Just as the connection was established, his essence, that "empty" Lynn Aberrent, suddenly felt a completely new "connection" emerge.

That feeling was like the feeling when the power of the Deep Lord was leaked.

Lynn Aberrant's consciousness extended along the connection.

A slightly salty sea breeze brushed against his face, and he opened his eyes:

"Holy crap, Captain Duncan!"