8mi Chapter 91 An Unexpected Accident
Chapter 91 An Unexpected Accident
Chapter 91 An Unexpected Accident
The next day, Klein followed his employer, Mrs. Mary, to the club from the previous day, while Sirion followed behind in a separate carriage.
Upon arrival, Mrs. Mary introduced Klein to two members of the Cragg Club, who then recommended him for membership.
While the group chatted and got to know each other, Sirion had already quietly entered the club without alerting anyone.
Once inside the club, he calmly made himself a cup of coffee at the self-service bar, then sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and raised his hand to look at Klein, who was still chatting at the door.
When the latter's gaze fell upon him, he paused slightly, then looked away as if nothing had happened.
Is this what he meant by infiltration? That's a bit too blatant, isn't it? Does he think he's an assassin who believes "nothing is true, everything is permissible"?
However, the "Apprentice" ability is really convenient. If there's a chance, I can get myself a "Apprentice" pathway seal. Yesterday, Cyril and he discussed the "astrologer" role rules he summarized, and he learned about the other's pathway and some characteristics.
He speculated that "apprentice" and "diviner" likely followed similar paths; "astrologer" and "diviner" were too similar.
Even the rules for playing the role are almost the same.
...Perhaps we should also add the "thief" route that Emperor Roselle mentioned in his diary. There must be a reason why the emperor put these three routes together.
"Sherlock, it's your turn to fill out the form."
"Huh? Okay." Coming to his senses, Klein nodded repeatedly to Talim and took the paper that the other handed him.
Talim, ignoring his distraction, chuckled and said:
"Alan and I both have work to do, so we'll be leaving now. We hope you have a pleasant experience today."
After saying that, he and Dr. Allen, who had recommended Klein to join, left the club together.
After several visits from waiters, Klein finally completed his membership application and became a member of the Kragg Club. After a waiter showed him around, he went to the lounge area next to the lobby and sat down opposite Sirion.
He glanced around to make sure no one else was nearby, then leaned closer and whispered:
"You're right, Mrs. Mary was really willing to help me join the Cragg Club, covering the £50 membership fee and the initial annual fee, and even giving me an extra commission."
"She has spent an estimated hundreds of pounds investigating her husband's infidelity."
Cyril glanced at Klein with a slightly aloof expression, then said:
"So you've finally realized your teeth aren't very good and decided to live off a woman from now on?"
Klein's expression froze for a moment, then he asked with a hint of doubt:
"My teeth have always been fine, but what you're saying about living off a woman seems to have some hidden meaning?"
"The Joker is really boring; I can't see any interesting expressions when I'm trying to see him."
He silently grumbled to himself, then smiled and shook his head.
"No, it's just a common compliment from my hometown. It roughly means that if you find a good job, you'll be able to eat and drink well from now on."
Klein: (I)
"Godfather! You think you'll be able to eat and drink well from now on? If I weren't a time traveler, I would have really been fooled by you."
If my current identity weren't so easily verified, I wouldn't want to reveal my true identity, and I would definitely have a good talk with you.
After mentally criticizing Cyril, Klein was about to change the subject when his body suddenly stiffened.
It was only a brief moment, but I felt a suffocating, heart-pounding sensation.
He subconsciously reached out and touched his chest, then looked at Sirion with a serious expression and told him how he had felt.
The latter frowned slightly and took out the glass (crossed out) crystal ball he always carried with him.
"A warning from my spiritual intuition: Just now, some being expressed clear murderous intent towards you, and that being possesses the absolute power to kill you."
As he spoke, the crystal ball in his hand began to sparkle with starlight, becoming dazzlingly bright.
Snapped!
After the illusory shattering sound, the scattered starlight merged into the surrounding void, and everything returned to calm.
"I can interfere with occultation and spiritual intuition. The higher the opponent's sequence, the worse the effect. But as long as they are below demigod level, the effect is actually quite ideal."
"Hmm." Klein nodded, suddenly realizing that his earlier whim to hire Sirion as a bodyguard was a wise decision.
He paused, then asked with some curiosity, "What if we encounter an extraordinary being at the demigod level?"
"I don't know, I'm not that unlucky."
Cyril shook his head, put away the crystal ball in his hand, and then stood up:
"Let's leave here first. They might not attack you immediately, but..."
Before he could finish speaking, Sirion suddenly stopped, looked up at the ceiling hesitantly, and wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the light around him had dimmed a little, which made him feel a little uneasy.
Am I being targeted too?
He hesitated, thinking for a moment, and then a somewhat familiar squid tentacle stretched out from the void and reached towards his side.
Without the slightest hesitation, Sirion leaped forward and pounced towards the floor-to-ceiling window next to him.
His palm first touched the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, a flash of ethereal blue light passed by, and then he passed through the window as easily as if he were passing through a thin curtain of water, landing on the grass outside.
Snapped!
Less than half a meter from where Cyril landed, the turf suddenly flew off, and thick, colorful squid tentacles emerged from beneath the grass, swirled in the air for a moment, and then lashed out at Cyril.
His actions of interfering with divination and spiritual intuition had worked; the true form of these squid tentacles failed to predict Cyrien's actual location.
Although his original intention in doing so was not for his own benefit, he inadvertently helped himself in the end.
"That was close!"
As he sighed, he rubbed his fingers together, and the moisture in the surrounding air quickly condensed, creating a thick layer of fog.
Snapped!Snapped!
The sound of something hitting the ground could be heard constantly through the mist, and every now and then a few clumps of dirt mixed with grass would splash onto the glass of the French windows.
Klein stared at the scene in bewilderment... Had they come to the wrong person, or did they want to deal with the bodyguard I hired first?
As he pondered, he was suddenly struck by inspiration and instinctively turned around, just in time to see Sir Ryan walking out of the cafeteria.
Before he could speak, Cyril quickly approached and preemptively said:
"I'm in trouble, and it might not be resolved anytime soon. You'll probably need to find a new bodyguard."
"If I can resolve your crisis before it erupts, I will come to you."
After saying that, without waiting for Klein's response, he quickly turned around, ran back to the front of the cafeteria, and swiftly closed and opened the door before leaving the Cragg Club.
The next second, Klein saw a shadowy figure dart in through the floor-to-ceiling window, disappear into the cafeteria, swim around once, and then quickly disappear again.
Klein was left standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the lounge, blinking blankly a few times.
"I was just congratulating myself on making a wise choice by hiring you as my bodyguard, and less than a minute later you're being chased?"
He sensed a strong malice directed at his savings. He had already made his choice, but now he had to reconsider his friend Marich, who was offering 1000.
In the end, I still have to ask "Miss Justice" for some money!
After sighing, Klein left the club immediately. He needed to hurry up and find Miss "Justice" to raise the money so he could hire Marich's friend as a bodyguard.
On the other side, after leaving the Kragg Club, Sirion kept "opening doors" to change positions, while interfering with Occupation and spiritual intuition.
But whether it was due to his bad luck or the spirit creatures chasing him possessing stronger tracking abilities or magical artifacts, he was unable to shake off the shadows lurking behind him.
After shifting positions once again, less than two seconds later, Cyril saw a wriggling shadow spreading from the corner of the wall and lunging towards him.
"Damn, is this guy some kind of clingy pest?"
He couldn't help but swear, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.
boom! boom! boom!
The bullet, trailing a silver flame, disappeared into the shadows, exploding into sharp silver rays of dawn that evaporated the surrounding shadows.
The writhing shadow paused for a moment, then continued its relentless attack on him.
Sirion's face darkened. Despite being in a shadow state, the holy silver bullets with their demon-repelling and purifying effects failed to produce the expected results. Clearly, the spirit creatures who came to retrieve the "Peacekeeper" from him were well-prepared.
Thinking of this, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, his pupils suddenly contracted, and then burst out with a white light that was more than ten times more dazzling than that of an old-fashioned camera.