Above the Grey Mist, within the ancient and magnificent palace.
After the Hanged Man Alger's figure completely disappeared, the entire space returned to its usual silence.
Klein sat alone on the high-backed chair belonging to the Fool, not leaving immediately. He stretched out his hand and materialized the documents Alger had just presented before him.
His gaze first fell on the research notes about the Antigonus Family.
Klein recognized at a glance that the content on it was the translation of the Antigonus Family's notes from Tingen City.
Why would a translation of the Antigonus Family's notes appear in a sunken leather case in the ocean?
He immediately recalled the notes from his Tingen period, whose whereabouts were ultimately unknown.
Was it the previous owner of the notes, or was it related to "0-08"? Was it the work of the Hermes Society? Or some other secret organization I don't know about?
Countless complicated thoughts, like an entangled spiderweb, instantly filled Klein's mind.
He rubbed his temples and shifted his gaze to the pages of rosell's diary.
"July 23rd.
Although Mrs. Karina comes from Folsac, she is completely different from the barbaric impression of Folsac, even more conservative than Loen's women.
Her shy expression is truly…"
Looking at Rosell's "romantic history" above, full of life and uninhibited, Klein felt another headache.
The information the Hanged Man brought today made it impossible for him to ignore. Whether it was rosell's diary or the Antigonus Family's notes, to some extent, they were closely related to his identity as a Transmigrator.
"And that mysterious lady investigating rosell's diary…"
Klein sighed, "Alas, why have so many things suddenly popped up?"
He felt like a person walking on a tightrope, and now, strong winds were blowing from all directions.
As a Seer, Klein's spiritual intuition told him that this was definitely not a coincidence; there must be some intrinsic connection.
It's just that he currently couldn't connect all the information. After some thought, Klein decided that instead of guessing wildly here, it would be better to start investigating from the source of these materials.
He picked up one of the translated pages of the Antigonus Family's notes and laid it flat on the mottled bronze long table.
Then he silently chanted in his mind:
"The original source of this information."
"The original source of this information."
Meanwhile, in Bayam.
Luo En once again arrived in that void.
During the waiting interval, a point of light suddenly lit up in the void before him.
The light rapidly expanded, eventually coalescing into a humanoid silhouette that shone with pure radiance yet was completely indiscernible in its specific appearance.
Luo En's pupils suddenly contracted, feeling a slight surprise.
"Narcissist?"
"What do you want with me?" Luo En looked at the other party warily.
The Narcissist was not an easy character to get along with.
The radiant figure did not answer immediately, seemingly scrutinizing him. A moment later, an emotionless voice directly echoed in his mind.
"Cooperation."
"Cooperation?" Luo En chuckled,
"Indeed, you're not that Schemer, not as disgusting. But you're not far off."
"Why should I trust you?"
"Future." The voice sounded again, simple and direct.
"Future?" Luo En's face showed undisguised mockery,
"Hmph, how arrogant. Fate cannot be predetermined. You can't, and he—can't either."
"If you could truly decide the future, how would you have fallen to this state?"
"Also, setting aside your collusion with a certain someone."
"What kind of chips can you offer?"
"Contract."
The radiant figure uttered the last word.
The word "Contract" made Luo En fall into deep thought.
In terms of credibility, the Narcissist was indeed better than the Schemer.
Although he wasn't a good person either, in terms of fairness, he was far from comparable to a certain person with negative credibility—
If the Narcissist truly colluded with the old woman, in the face of a common enemy, cooperating with the Schemer might not be a bad last resort.
However, now that there was a new situation, the original arrangements didn't seem unchangeable.
After all, fate is fickle—
The atmosphere fell into a stalemate for a while.
Neither of them spoke, both waiting for the other's reaction. Just as they remained silent, a gray-white mist quietly descended upon the place.
Above the Grey Mist, Klein looked at the chaotic and blurry divination scene before him, feeling a bit lost.
Strange, why is it blurry again?
This was the second time he had encountered such a situation. The last time, when he tried to divine the exact whereabouts of Luo En. De Senck, a similar, seemingly interfered-with static screen appeared.
But this time, it was even more severe than the last. This was no longer simply "interference," but a complete, utterly Invisible chaos, as if an invisible wall blocked all his prying.
Just as Klein felt somewhat at a loss, wondering whether to try again with a different method, the entire Grey Mist suddenly became agitated without warning!
"What?!" Klein's heart gave a sudden jolt.
This eternally unchanging mysterious space he was in, at this moment, was like a pot of boiling water, completely bubbling up! The mottled bronze long table, the high-backed chair, and even the ancient and magnificent palace, all began to crack and slowly collapse amidst violent tremors!
This unprecedented change filled Klein with a deep sense of fear.
Immediately after, the countless boiling, surging Grey Mists, as if pulled by some invisible force, transformed into torrents, madly pouring into the chaotic divination scene before him!
"Not good!"
Seeing the situation was bad, Klein instinctively wanted to sever the connection and immediately withdraw from the Grey Mist!
But he discovered, to his horror, that he couldn't!
He couldn't detach himself from this Grey Mist, only passively experiencing all of this. Any action he made now seemed to be an unnecessary interference.
And at this moment, that chaotic divination scene seemed to have truly become a passage connecting to an unknown world. Several dazzling, scorching rays of light, as fiery as the Sun, actually forcibly tore open the cracks in the Grey Mist, trying to squeeze out from that chaos!
Subsequently, a pure white light, intensely familiar to Klein and too dazzling for him to look directly at, swept in from the depths of the Grey Mist, instantly engulfing everything!
Klein realized that he seemed to have inadvertently stumbled into a terrifying conflict beyond his imagination.