After a moment of thought, Klein decided to go home first to confirm something.
And he believed that if the actions of the bad luck puppet last night weren't deliberately done to make him see the patterns on the paper, then when the team checked later, they would definitely find some clues. Whether he reported it or not wouldn't affect the overall situation.
On the contrary, it would be worth considering.
This was what Klein wanted to confirm next.
He took the non-powered public carriage back to Narcissus Street and when he got home, his brother Benson and sister Melissa, who were still in Sunday mode, hadn't gotten up yet. The living room was quiet and dim, completely silent.
Klein boiled some water, added some tea leaves, ate a slice of oatmeal bread, and then took his coat, hat, and cane towards the stairs.
He subconsciously slowed his steps to avoid making obvious noise.
Just as he reached the second floor, he saw the bathroom door suddenly open and Melissa, wearing an old cloth dress, came out with sleepy eyes.
"You're back..." Melissa rubbed her eyes a little dazedly.
Klein covered his mouth and yawned, saying:
"Yes, I need a good dream. Don't wake me up until lunchtime."
Melissa grunted, suddenly remembering something and said:
"I and Benson are going to St. Serena Church for prayer and Mass this morning. The lunch might be a little late."
As a not very devout believer of the Night Goddess, she and Benson maintained a two-week visit frequency to the church, while as a night watchman, Klein, except for being followed by the secret order members once, had never entered the church again.
No, I'm in the church every day, it's just that it's underground... Klein said to himself in his mind subconsciously.
He was very worried that the Goddess would abandon him as a pseudo-believer. If in a critical situation, the ritual magic failed to respond, then the joke would be too big...
But thinking of Old Neil, the Goddess was quite lenient towards night watchmen. Um, yes, that's right! Klein encouraged himself.
These scattered thoughts flashed by, he looked at Melissa, smiled and nodded:
"No problem, I can sleep longer."
Passing by Melissa, he entered his bedroom and locked the door behind him.
Immediately, he forced himself to be energetic, took out the ritual silver dagger, created a sealed spiritual wall.
Then, Klein walked backward four steps, recited the incantation, resisted the wild shouting, and entered the mist above.
In this illusory and boundless world, he was the only living creature, sitting at the head of the ancient and mottled bronze long table.
After a few seconds of calm, Klein revealed the parchment, writing down the divination incantation:
"The pattern shown by the bad luck puppet."
That moment last night, although Klein saw clearly the mysterious pattern on the paper, due to nervousness and haste, he only remembered vaguely and couldn't recall the specific details, but that wasn't a problem. For a diviner, as long as they have seen and remember that something happened, they can reproduce it!
-- According to the theory of mysticism, the spirit remembers every thing it sees. As long as the method is appropriate, it can make the scene of a specific moment reappear.
In this regard, Klein even thought that the psychological alchemy theory described by Daria, the psychic, was somewhat reasonable. Human memory is just an island on the surface, unable to carry too much, so most of the information remembered by the spirit becomes the subconscious, becoming the main body of the island underwater.
And the spirit itself, even if not the entire ocean, also includes all the sea areas around the islands.
After reciting the divination incantation, Klein leaned back and entered sleep in a meditative way.
In the blurry, distorted, and fragmented world, he saw again the Chaenis door opened by Zaza, and heard the heavy friction sound.
That puppet wearing a black classical court dress was tightly against the open half door, unfolding the paper in its hand. On the paper, numerous mysterious symbols were depicted, which together formed a vertical eye.
Klein stared deeply at the pattern, voluntarily withdrew from the dream, and then, with the help of the special effect above the mist, expressed the still-unfaded memories:
On the brown parchment, the vertical eye "looked up" towards the top, eerie and mysterious.
Klein thought for a moment, and wrote below the eye:
"This is the key to the treasure left by the Antigonus family."
After putting away the pen, he unfastened the silver chain wrapped around the cuff of his sleeve, held it with his left hand, until the yellow crystal pendant was stably suspended above the divination sentence and the mysterious vertical eye, with no obvious shaking.
Klein closed his eyes and silently recited the sentence in a ethereal and peaceful manner.
After seven rounds, he opened his eyes and saw that the yellow crystal pendant was slightly rotating clockwise along the silver chain.
This in the spirit divination method indicates affirmation.
"The vertical eye pattern is really the key to the treasure left by the Antigonus family..." Klein seemed to be thinking slightly.
He gently tapped the edge of the bronze long table with his fingers, and silently muttered to himself:
"Because Riel. Bibber died, the descendants of the Antigonus family were cut off, so that notebook regarded me, the 'diviner' who had come into contact with it and was still alive, as the successor?"
"It affects 3-0625, leaving the key to the treasure, and making the other party show it to me when I was on duty at Charnis Gate?"
"This logic is not wrong, but it still cannot convince me."
"How can I confirm that the bloodline descendants of the Antigonus family have died out?"
"And I'm a completely irrelevant person... If I also had the bloodline of the Antigonus family, the original owner would not have committed suicide in the first place."
"Well, this matter seems to be irrelevant to the captain and his team. I'll study it further."
Next, Klein divined the location of the Antigonus family's treasure, but undoubtedly did not obtain detailed information. The only thing that could be confirmed was that, just like what Sirius wrote to Mr. Z in that letter, the treasure was related to the main peak of the Hornciss Mountains and the ancient Land of Night.
After divining these matters, Klein discovered that the deep red star with the pleading sound had produced a weak fluctuation again.
He touched that illusory star in the way of responding to the plea, and once again saw the brown-haired boy in unique black tight clothing.
This boy was still on his knees, still facing the pure crystal ball, still whispering something.
At this time, Klein, who had learned a little of the Giant language, finally managed to understand one sentence:
"Pray... Save... Father and Mother."
What a Giant language... Where else is it used? These are all old relics calculated in thousands of years... Unfortunately, as the mysterious master above the mist, I am just an empty shell, and I have no ability to save... Klein shook his head and sighed, deciding to observe for a while longer.
When I have enough Giant language words to understand what exactly happened to his father and mother, then let's talk about it... Klein withdrew his spirituality, wrapped himself, and fell rapidly down.
Back to the bedroom, he removed the spiritual barrier, changed into old but comfortable clothes, lay on the bed, and began to take a nap.
Klein slept until half past twelve, until Melissa, who had prepared lunch, knocked on the door.
After having a relatively abundant lunch, he saw Melissa taking the matching veil for the new dress, looking as if she was going out.
"What do you have for the afternoon?" Klein asked in confusion.
Sitting on the sofa, with a frown studying the grammar book, Benson did not raise his head to help answer:
"The next-door Mrs. Shad told Melissa that there is a lecture on family affairs in the municipal small auditorium this afternoon, and Melissa plans to go and listen, to learn how to handle daily family problems."
Melissa nodded in agreement:
"I found Selina and Elizabeth to accompany me." "Right, I hope that lecturer told you that families like ours need to hire at least one domestic helper for household chores." Klein said with a smile.
Seeing that Melissa was about to protest, he immediately added:
"We should invest our limited time in more valuable things."
Melissa froze for a moment, then pursed her lips and put on her veil, opening the door and going out. ......
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Klein reappeared at Blackthorn Security Company.
"Didn't you go back to rest?" Rosan and Dunn Smith, who was in the reception hall at that moment, asked simultaneously.
Klein smiled and said:
"I was originally planning to go to the Divination Club, but I kept thinking about what happened last night, so I came here first. Has the Sanctuary replied?"
Dunn glanced at Rosan, remained silent, turned around, and walked towards the partition, entering his own office.
Rosan made a face at his back and gruffly whispered:
"The captain is so stupid..."
Well done! Klein thought to himself, suppressing a smile and following Dunn into his office.
Seeing the door close, Dunn sniffed at his pipe and said:
"The Sanctuary has confirmed that it's the problem with that Antigonus family notebook, and has reclassified it as a '1' level sealed object. Unfortunately, this means you won't have the confidentiality level to read it."
'1' level, highly dangerous level. Only the Bishop and the Night Watch Team Leader above this level can know the specific situation. That is to say, the captain can't figure out what's going on either... Highly dangerous, no wonder... Klein thought with a slight regret and a great deal of relief.
Dunn glanced at him and continued:
"The Sanctuary also asked us to check if there are any items in the Charnis Door that have been infected by this notebook. After confirmation, only '3-0625' showed abnormality. We have already changed its sealing measures."
"Are there any other findings?" Klein asked, pretending to be curious.
Dunn shook his head:
"No."
Klein thought thoughtfully and nodded, not discussing this topic any further. After a few pleasantries, he said goodbye and left, heading to the Divination Club to continue his "digestion journey". ......
Inside the municipal small auditorium.
Melissa, Selina and Elizabeth, three good friends, were sitting near the entrance, waiting for the lecture to begin.
"If she doesn't speak well, we'll slip out," Selina enthusiastically proposed.
Elizabeth immediately agreed:
"Let's go to Harrods department store."