In the northern part of the
Klein shivered, snapping back to reality. He smiled bitterly and muttered to himself: "There really are some secrets hidden in this transmigration after all…"
"But it looks like I can come back to life at most two more times… I wonder if I were chopped into meat paste, whether this recovery ability that doesn't usually show itself would still work…"
…
After calming down for a few dozen seconds, Klein buttoned up his clothes. He realized he was wearing his newest shirt and tailcoat, but they were already covered in mud.
…Benson, Melissa really don't know how to be thrifty… This thought unconsciously popped into his mind. He pushed himself up with his hands, flipped over, and stood up, finding that his "Clown" abilities had not disappeared.
"The best older brother… the best younger brother… the best colleague…" Klein looked at the tombstone and silently read the epitaph. Suddenly, a pang of sorrow shot through his heart. He seemed to feel the deep grief Melissa and Benson felt.
This might be even sadder than witnessing the Captain's death… He sighed, looked away, and knelt down to close the coffin lid.
Although his train of thought was still scattered, Klein knew he had to deal with the scene as quickly as possible without being discovered by anyone.
Coming back from the dead is no joke for a normal person!
If the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or Machinery Hivemind found out, Klein was sure he wouldn't have a good ending. Of course, if this was Earth and he had consumed a "Lawyer" or "Swindler" potion, he could have fooled them with a story of being a "Divine Grace" or "Redeemed One." But this world had True
After filling in the dirt again and replacing the tombstone, Klein clapped his hands and stood up once more.
In this scene, there was nothing special anymore. He looked like a gentleman visiting a friend's grave late at night. The only thing wrong was that the person in the photo on the tombstone looked exactly like him.
During the process just now, his spiritual intuition detected the presence of "Azik's copper whistle," so he dug it out and wiped it clean.
However, Klein wasn't planning on immediately summoning the messenger. He decided to first figure out the current situation.
Raising his left hand, Klein saw the citrine pendulum still wrapped around his wrist.
"Does this count as a burial object?" He laughed at himself, undid the pendulum, and looked around, his expression gradually turning solemn. "…The Captain should be buried in this cemetery too…"
He changed directions twice before finally using the pendulum to determine the position of Dunn's grave.
Walking and searching by the moonlight, after over ten minutes, Klein saw the Captain's black and white photo. His expression was gentle, his hairline high, the gray of his eyes barely visible—not much different from usual.
Below the photo was Dunn's name, date of birth, date of death, and epitaph: "A true guardian;" "The most reliable companion;" "An eternal captain."
Klein stared blankly at it. His vision blurred for some reason, and he vaguely returned to that day, seeing the Captain turn his head and wink at him with his left eye, his voice mellow and relaxed as he said: "We saved Tingen."
Captain… Klein called out silently.
He stood there like a statue for a few minutes before suddenly wryly smiling and saying: "Captain, your mental state definitely wasn't too good that day. You even said that if
After rambling on, Klein paused, shook his head and sighed: "I don't know what I am now. Maybe just a vengeful spirit crawling out of hell to seek revenge…"
As he spoke, he suddenly couldn't continue. Tears dripped down his face one by one. Finally, he choked and let out a low cry: "Captain… we couldn't bear to lose you too!"
Feeling the utterly cold and biting wind blow past, Klein raised his hand and wiped his eyes, then sniffled.
Falling silent, he found a nearby concealed spot, took four steps counterclockwise, and ascended into the gray fog.
He wanted to use divination to find out who it was that killed him that day, and who the true culprit was pulling the strings behind this whole series of events!
Since it has already appeared before me, I must be able to divine some information… Klein pursed his lips tightly, seeing that the majestic palace and the ancient, mottled long table hadn't changed a bit.
He sat in the seat belonging to "The Fool," and manifested his yellowish-brown parchment and round-bellied fountain pen.
Since the body outside was in a state of very little protection, Klein didn't delay. After thinking for a moment, he wrote down the divination sentence: "The one who killed me."
He chanted it seven times, leaned back against the chair back, and using meditation, entered a dream.
In a hazy world, countless light points danced and converged, eventually merging into a single image: A pair of shiny leather boots, a slightly pale hand, and the casket of Saint Selina held firmly in that hand.