454 Who Am I? (1/2)
After looking around, Klein, who had found nothing else, returned to the stone pillar-propped ancient palace.
He sat at the head of the long bronze table with his eyes half-closed. He examined his spirituality growth with the number of members he could draw in.
Including the empty positions that I could handle from before, I can still recruit four new members. However, there are no suitable targets at the moment… Klein shook his head and muttered before returning to the real world to busy himself for a good dinner.
After slicing potatoes, boiling beef, adding onions, and stir-frying them for a while, as well as sprinkling seasonings like sugar and pepper, Klein poured the prepared hot water into the saucepan, covered it with a lid, and turned the fire down.
I have to admit that a Magician's Flame Controlling is a good helper in the kitchen… Ever since I got it, my culinary skills have clearly improved… If it wasn't for the loss of control, the monsters, the searches, and the evil gods, the world would be at peace and perfect if everyone was dedicated to using their abilities without causing public damage… Klein sighed and left the kitchen to enter the living room.
As the light from the wall lamps spilled out, Klein, who had been planning on flipping through magazines and wait for the appropriate time to throw in the potatoes, carrots, and the proper amount of salt, he couldn't help thinking about how to act as a Faceless.
Just after waking up this morning, my spirituality had completely stabilized. I discovered that although there aren't any signs of digesting the Faceless potion in me, I do have a certain level of harmony. This is a phenomenon that never happened after consuming the Seer, Clown, and Magician potions…
With this in mind, Klein looked up at the oriel window. As it was already dark outside, it had become like a mirror, faithfully reflecting Sherlock Moriarty with his black hair, brown eyes, beard, and gold-rimmed glasses.
Klein nodded thoughtfully.
Perhaps it's because I've always been acting as Klein Moretti. Yes… In a way, Sherlock Moriarty is just Klein's disguise—not someone else.
Although I've received many memory fragments and gained some of the original's feelings that previously existed, in essence, I'm still a guest from an alternate world. I am Earth's keyboard warrior, Zhou Mingrui.
I've been through so much in the last five months that sometimes I even think I'm Klein Moretti.
Amidst the silence, many thoughts flashed through Klein's mind, giving him a lot of insight.
However, I'm still Zhou Mingrui who's donning the skin of Klein Moretti… Someone who has never given up the idea of returning… He slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the figure reflected on the oriel window had already changed.
It was a young man with dark brown eyes and short black hair. His facial features were unremarkable, and he appeared refined, but he had obvious eye bags with an inkling of a double chin.
This was Zhou Mingrui from Earth.
Long time no see… Klein sighed, raised his hands and rubbed his face.
By the time he lowered his arms, he was back as Sherlock Moriarty.
After this period of contemplation and adjustment, he inexplicably felt that the gap between his spirituality and the potion had reduced significantly, and there were signs of them slowly blending together.
No wonder Nimblewright Master Rosago's teacher, yes—perhaps his teacher would say that you can disguise yourself as anyone, but you are ultimately yourself… This is likely a core rule of a Faceless's acting method. Once one forgets this point, it would be easy to forget yourself amidst the constant changes, eventually turning into a monster. Klein felt enlightened when he recalled what he had previously obtained via spirit channeling.
He crossed his right leg and leaned back, quickly coming up with a plan for the future.
Search for and conclude the actual acting rules for a Faceless…
In the Beyonder circles of Backlund, through the Tarot Club, gather information about mermaids, in preparation to complete the ritual at sea…
Directly or indirectly get the Solar High Priest potion formula to help Little Sun advance to Sequence 7, so that he has the clearance to obtain the method for removing a Rampager's mental corruption on a Beyonder characteristic.
But I can't fully place my hopes on Little Sun. I should still attempt to look.
Klein, whose mood was slowly turning staid, snapped his fingers, reducing the stove's fire in the kitchen as the fragrance of beef emanated.
At that moment, he heard the doorbell ring.
The visitor was none other than Lawyer Jurgen.
Even though it was drizzling and the ground was wet, Jurgen was still dressed meticulously. He even wore a vertical collar.
”What's the matter?” Klein, who was very familiar with Jurgen, didn't make any small talk and directly asked.
Jurgen put away his black umbrella, patted a few drops of water off of his double-breasted frock coat and said, ”Sherlock, I'm leaving Backlund on Monday next week to go south on a holiday with my grandmother. The warm environment and the clean air suits her very well.”
”That's excellent news.” Klein took the initiative to deduce, smiling as he asked, ”You want me to temporarily adopt Brody?”
Jurgen shook his head gravely.
”My grandma can't bear to part with Brody and insisted on taking him with her. I've already asked; as long as we put him in a cage and buy a full-price ticket, he can board the steam locomotive, but we have to keep the cage clean at all times to not pollute the air above.”
Honestly, the smell in the third-class carriage is enough to overwhelm the stench of cat poop… Klein chuckled.
”Brody shouldn't be too happy to leave, right?”
”But he's even more reluctant to part with my grandmother,” Jurgen replied.
He pressed his hat and changed the subject.
”I'm here to inform you that if you need to be released on bail or settle any legal disputes during this period of time, you can go to my colleague. Here is his business card; I've already informed him, and he wouldn't be leaving Backlund this year.”