"Indeed, what you said seems to make some sense."
Caesar pretended it was the first time he had heard such a theory, and after a few seconds of thought, he said, "Then I'll research it and try it when I get back."
"Alright, if it works, remember to tell me."
Klein nodded and continued walking forward. In his heart, Klein was also calculating.
This can be considered as a preliminary groundwork. When I share the acting method with everyone later, it won't seem so abrupt. Hmm, I feel like my potion is almost completely digested. I can submit a special application then.
Caesar, of course, didn't know what his colleague was thinking. He just followed behind him, heading towards the Evil Dragon Bar across the street.
It was afternoon, but the bar was already subtly noisy. Even through the heavy door, one could hear fervent shouts from inside. A burly man stood guard at the door, arms crossed, with a blue anchor tattooed on his bare, muscular arm.
"Good afternoon, sir."
Klein greeted him politely.
The brawny man nodded at him, and the two pushed open the door and entered the bar.
The moment the door was pushed open, a wave of heat mixed with body odor and alcohol fumes rushed out, almost making Caesar gasp for breath.
After scanning the bar, he roughly understood why the shouts were so loud. In the center of the bar stood a boxing ring, where two shirtless men were fiercely brawling. The surrounding patrons were gathered in a circle, cheering for their chosen bets or cursing their opponents with vulgar language.
Klein led Caesar around the boxing ring to a billiard room in the back. The people inside were playing, and upon seeing them enter, they all turned their gaze towards them.
"Mr. Swain."
Klein doffed his hat to one of the burly old men.
"Hmm, you're here."
This old man had a military demeanor, with brown hair and blue eyes, wearing a worn-out naval officer's uniform. He first greeted Klein, then scrutinized Caesar from head to toe, before waving away the other people in the billiard room.
Once everyone else had left, Swain turned to Klein and asked, "I heard Old Neil was taken away because he almost lost control?"
"That's right. In fact, if it weren't for this new colleague next to me, Old Neil would have become an irredeemable Monster."
Klein replied truthfully.
"Him?"
Swain was surprised by the news and once again turned his gaze to Caesar.
"My name is Caesar Cardini, Mr. Swain."
Caesar introduced himself.
"I am Swain, the owner of this bar, and formerly the captain of the Tingen City mandated punisher's team." Swain said, "From your appearance, you should also be an auxiliary personnel. How did you save Old Neil? Could it be that you are also a Mystery Pryer of the same Pathway as him?"
"Something like that, I am a Secrets Suppliant."
The moment Caesar's words left his mouth, he saw Swain instinctively lean back a few degrees.
"Aurora Order?"
He said with a frown.
Such a strong reaction.
"I have no connection with the Aurora Order. Becoming a Secrets Suppliant was just an accident."
Caesar quickly explained.
Perhaps Caesar's explanation had an effect, as Swain seemed less wary. After a few more casual remarks, he actively stepped aside, revealing a hidden Door behind him, "Go in, but don't cause trouble in there. Also, if you see something you like but don't have enough money, you can borrow from me. I'll charge a reasonable interest."
Behind the Door was a series of rooms. After passing through several rooms, the world suddenly opened up to reveal a small tiered plaza. On each level, people were setting up stalls, displaying either herbs, jars and pots, ancient books and manuscripts, or strange antiques. More people were moving among them, selecting desired goods or bargaining with stall owners.
"Let's just browse for now. Is there anything you want to buy?"
Klein asked.
"I need a ritual dagger, an engraving knife, and some candles."
Caesar replied.
As a Secrets Suppliant, he didn't need so many ritual materials; flesh and blood were enough.
"Right, you should buy a dagger and an engraving knife. They're useful for carving patterns on charms or creating a Wall of Spirituality."
Klein nodded, "Then let's go look over there."
He led Caesar towards the central stairs. This level primarily consisted of stalls selling metal materials and amulets. These amulets were mostly made of gold, silver, copper, and other materials, combined with artistic shapes and mystical carvings. They were quite aesthetically pleasing. However, from Caesar's Secrets Suppliant's eyes, they were all mundane items, basically lacking any spirituality.
Ah, right, when I learn how to make amulets in a while, I must make one for Cecilia first.
Caesar thought to himself.
"Do you have any silver daggers and engraving knives?"
Klein browsed for a while at a stall selling gold, silver materials, and tools, then asked.
"Yes."
The stall owner was a balding middle-aged man. He took out a cloth bag from behind him, and when he untied it, it was full of rows of silver daggers, varying in length and style.
"How much is this one?"
Caesar looked for a while and picked a simple dagger of moderate length with no extra decorations.
"13 Soli."
The stall owner replied.
"Alright."
Caesar picked up the dagger and made a few simple gestures, checking that there were no problems with it. He then nodded and pulled out paper money from his wallet to hand it over. The stall owner stared at the money for a moment, seemingly not expecting Caesar to pay so readily.
"You just… gave it?"
Klein asked in surprise from the side.
"Yeah."
Caesar was always too lazy to bargain. As long as he felt the price was reasonable, he would pay. If the other party was the type to take advantage and ask for more, he wouldn't bargain either; he would just turn and leave.
"Oh right, I forgot you're not short on money now."
Klein smiled, then began to buy some silver sheets from the stall owner, bargaining quite naturally. Caesar didn't have any opinion on his bargaining; everyone has their own way of life. He put away the silver dagger, stood up, and wanted to browse other stalls, but he accidentally bumped into someone behind him.
"Ah!"
The person let out a soft cry, her voice delicate, making one's heart stir upon hearing it.
"I'm sorry, are you alright?"
Caesar apologized.
He looked closely; the person opposite him was a sweet-looking lady, with a round face and features that weren't particularly striking, but the more he looked, the more appealing she became. No, to be precise, she could even be called a beauty. After Caesar's transmigration, she was probably the second most beautiful woman he had seen.
Who was the most beautiful? That would naturally be his sister, Cecilia.
This wasn't just a brother's biased view; his sister's appearance was truly outstanding.
"I'm fine."
The lady said softly, her slender eyes sweeping across Caesar's face.
Hmm?
Caesar suddenly felt something was off.
There seemed to be a faint aura of corruption emanating from this woman. It wasn't the eerie and insane feeling like that of the True Creator, but it wasn't a good inclination either; it was a suffocating sensation that slowly draws one into a quagmire to die in despair.
Seeing his expression change, the woman immediately lowered her head as if startled, and that faint aura also disappeared. She hurriedly skirted around Caesar and walked to the other side.
That aura was gone again.
Caesar blinked, staring at the lady's graceful back, but still saw nothing strange. He couldn't help but wonder if he had seen wrongly.
"Ah, Mr. Azik."
Just as Caesar was doubting his own eyes, he suddenly heard Klein next to him greeting someone. He turned his head at the sound.
A pale color, seemingly symbolizing death, obscure and terrifying, suddenly filled Caesar's vision without warning.
Boom!
He only felt a loud bang in his head, followed by him losing consciousness.