Leaving the gray fog, Klein vigilantly looked around in a circle.
The first time performing the ritual to enter the gray fog space at the Blackthorn Security Company, he was also somewhat nervous, afraid that teammates would open the locked door, break through the spiritual wall, and see him standing rigidly in place like possessed, unresponsive to calls.
Fortunately, the rest room had no changes compared to before he "left."
Using the ritual dagger to cut through the spiritual wall, Klein opened the door and returned to the pitch-black hall.
The two Nighthawks and the "Red Gloves" captain were still conversing in low voices. He could hear meaningless dialogues like "write this matter into the report" and "don't worry, many parish teams possess privately kept mystical items."
"Ahem—" Klein pretended to clear his throat, then groped in the dark to walk to the sofa and coffee table in the center of the reception hall.
Whoosh—
Someone by the window pulled open the curtains, letting a ray of moonlight cast into the room, coating the furniture and several people present with a layer of crimson color.
Klein looked over in surprise and discovered a pair of purple eyes gazing steadily at him.
He nodded to express thanks, found a single sofa to sit down by the moonlight. Dunn and Soest nearby also looked over, waiting for this "Seer's" conclusion.
"Good news, that 'Lady D' is currently no longer in Tingen City. She should be as Captain Soest said, quickly left Tingen and went to some hidden stronghold to recover from injuries."
"Mm, this is indeed good news."
After hearing Klein's words, Soest clenched his left hand, like some kind of habitual gesture expressing joy, but his swollen fingers made him grip weakly once then relax, no longer moving.
"At least we don't need to worry about her sneaking in here tonight to cause a big disturbance, or going to some member's home for revenge."
Dunn also smiled meaningfully, joking.
"But there's also bad news. She contacted quite a few people in Tingen. In the dream divination, most of their faces were unclear, representing lack of relevant information or insufficient connection, but there's one face I recognize—he is Lanrvus."
Earlier in the locked rest room, Klein had pondered whether to tell this information to the captain, tell the "Red Gloves." This might make the other party question the effectiveness of divination, even suspect he had additional information channels.
But concealing information could equally cause serious consequences. After weighing repeatedly, he still decided to tell everyone the divination results.
Hearing this name, Angel, Dunn, and Soest all turned their gazes toward Klein.
Unfortunately, two of them had confusion in their eyes.
"Lanrvus, who is that?"
Dunn murmured questioningly.
If Soest didn't know, that was understandable, but the captain... well, I shouldn't test his memory.
Klein smiled bitterly.
"The owner of 'Lanrvus Steel Company' in the South District. He recently launched an investment project, raised funds from many wealthy people in Tingen City, then absconded with the money, running away with over ten thousand pounds."
Angel by the window answered for him. She still stood with arms crossed leaning against the wall by the window, perhaps to avoid the dim light outside the window.
Only then did Dunn remember that wanted criminal worth over a hundred pounds. It was said this person's bounty was still increasing, and victims who had large amounts of funds stolen even claimed they would reward based on a percentage of recovered stolen money, making all private detectives in Tingen, even many police officers, join this "search game."
After hearing the accounts from several Tingen Nighthawks, Soest also fell into contemplation. After a moment, he raised his head to look at Klein and said:
"Are you certain this person has close connections with the 'Aurora Order' and Lady D, rather than just a chance encounter?"
"What can be divined must have considerable connections, otherwise dream divination wouldn't reveal his identity."
Klein was very confident in his divination in the gray fog.
"This means Lanrvus very likely has close associations with the 'Aurora Order,' even the money he absconded with might be to provide for them..." Angel also speculated in a low voice, "Could he also be an 'Aurora Order' member, even an Extraordinary?"
"Regardless of whether he's an Extraordinary, since he has contact with the Aurora Order, even suspected of providing funds, it's necessary to capture him."
Soest said, his right hand massaging his left palm, trying to make it reduce swelling quickly, but with little effect.
"Dunn, you provide a wanted poster of Lanrvus later. I'll take it back to Backlund tomorrow, have other Red Gloves teams pay attention to this fugitive. Tingen side must also urgently search for clues—he might be the key to us catching Lady D."
Dunn nodded, suddenly asking: "You're going back tomorrow?"
"Yes, leaving early tomorrow morning. Although this mission didn't kill or control Lady D, we successfully wounded her and forced her to flee Tingen City. She has no ability to continue causing trouble in the short term."
"Red Gloves" Captain Soest answered. He squinted his eyes, his gentle features appearing somewhat serious under the crimson moonlight.
"This has partially achieved the operation's objective. When we return to Backlund, we'll apply to use higher-level sealed artifacts to search for her traces and resolve this hidden danger as soon as possible."
"Then after Henry and Lares recover, you can stay in the guest rooms on the third floor and rest well tonight."
Dunn didn't pursue why Soest was eager to return, but quickly arranged everything.
Then he led the other party past the partition to the basement to check on the two wounded's conditions, leaving Klein and Angel in the reception hall.
After the two captains' footsteps disappeared, Klein moved his gaze to Angel by the wall and asked: "I heard your conversation earlier. Is Soest planning to write your mystical item into his mission report?"
The latter didn't answer immediately, but walked from the window to the center of the reception hall, sat on the sofa, picked up her cup of coffee, sipped it, then slowly said: "He promised to only write battle-related content, and also said many city Nighthawk teams have similar situations. As long as the mystical item's side effects aren't severe, the Church usually doesn't interfere."
Side effects not severe...
Klein suppressed the urge to turn on the gas lamp to frighten the lady in front of him, instead changing the topic:
"I saw the battle process in divination. Very dangerous, fortunately you weren't injured... mm, I mean you and the captain."
He remembered the two "Red Gloves" still receiving treatment in the basement and added a sentence.
What was I trying to say earlier? Why am I talking about these useless things...
Watching Angel curiously looking at him under the moonlight, Klein was somewhat tongue-tied, his mind in chaos, not knowing what to discuss next.
"Thank..."
"I..."
Both spoke simultaneously, then politely closed their mouths, letting the reception room fall into awkward silence.
Footsteps approached from far to near. Dunn Smith walked out from behind the partition again.
Seeing the two sitting quietly on the sofa, both turning their gazes toward him, Dunn's mouth curved into a slight smile as he asked:
"Shall I drive the carriage to send you back?"
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Wearing a hood, stepping down from the carriage, Angel had no time to thank Dunn before half-closing her eyes and rushing toward the door of No. 6 Daffodil Street.
"Need to find a way to break this street lamp at the door... but would it cause gas leakage and blow up the entire street?"
Thinking wildly, she opened the door lock. Before entering, she looked toward No. 2 Daffodil Street to the side, seeing Klein moving stealthily like a thief to avoid waking his sleeping family. She smiled secretly before pushing the door and entering.
As soon as she entered the house, she felt the entire living room abnormally cold, as if inside and outside the door were two seasons—summer outside, deep autumn inside.
Instinctively, she bit her back molars and opened spirit vision.
A semi-transparent, bizarre face without eyes and nose, only an alarmingly large mouth, floated in front of her.