887 Familiar Figure (1/2)

Upon hearing Klein's question, the infant wrapped in silver silk raised his fleshy arms and threw them up.

”I can't do anything about it either. I'm still in my mother's womb!

”Although you can no longer write on that paper crane, it can still help me locate you. If there's anything, I will inform you!”

Klein had already expected such an answer from Will Auceptin. He maintained his smile and explained, ”That paper crane is already damaged. I think it will have problems locating my position.”

Following that, he gave his suggestion:

”Perhaps we can do this, you can summon my messenger when you're born to write to me.”

He wasn't too worried that Will Auceptin's birth would result in anything abnormal, causing the Snake of Fate to have to change locations while in a baby's body. That would prevent him from contacting him again.

Inside the black pram, Will Auceptin gaped his mouth before closing it again, momentarily not giving an answer.

After a few seconds, the infant's mouth curled and said, ”Do you think that's realistic?

”Not only are you getting a newborn to write a letter to you, he still needs to hold a ritual and summon a messenger?”

Klein chuckled and said, ”But you're a Snake of Fate.”

”The laws of nature still need to be respected!” Will Auceptin threw down ”His” arms and smacked the cushion beside him.

This infant thought for a moment and said, ”Let's do this. Get someone to watch this area. Once they realize an infant is born, they can immediately inform you.”

Klein's eyes darted about for a while before saying, ”That works.”

On this matter, he had many people he could get help from. He could hire a gangster through Sharron and inform him via his messenger, or he could get the usually free Emlyn White to do it. He could also hire bounty hunter, Miss Xio, letting Miss Magician be responsible for informing The World Gehrman Sparrow of the developments. He could also get Arrodes to take note of the surroundings and report to him through a one-way communication method.

However, that fellow, Emlyn's nose is very sharp. I wonder if he will smell the placenta blood and be able to identify what it truly is… If that's the case, it might result in him suffering the impact of seeing a Mythical Creature. His intelligence will drop and he will turn mentally unsound to the point of his body mutating… Klein hurriedly asked before Will Auceptin's pram retreated into the shadows, ”I have a, hmm—teacher who I haven't been in contact for a while. Can you help me read his current fate?

”His name is Azik Eggers.”

As Mr. Azik hadn't replied yet, Klein couldn't help but feel worried. Back when he used the copper whistle to do a divination above the gray fog, all he saw was a silent and deep darkness. He heard a dragged out and distant breathing, making it impossible for him to interpret what the dream meant.

Will Auceptin sucked at his thumb and said, ”He's in a state of metamorphosis. It might be good, but it might also be bad. That's all that can be seen because that teacher of yours has something special on him.”

Something special? Something directly derived from Death's godhood? Metamorphosis? This is referring to Mr. Azik's recovery of more memories, so he's in a slumber to recover his corresponding strength? Klein thought as he bowed.

”Thank you for your answer.”

Will Auceptin turned his head and looked to the side.

Klein thought and gave a warning.

”Based on what I know, Blasphemer Amon is here in Backlund. Of course, it's most likely an avatar.”

Will Auceptin was taken aback for a moment before chuckling.

”It's a bane for you, but a boon for me. Amon and Ouroboros are absolute enemies—No, a more accurate description is that 'He' hates the True Creator. Amon is often thinking of means to pull 'Him' down from 'His' throne as a god, while Ouroboros is loyal to that evil god.”

After saying that, the black pram retreated into the shadows as everything was restored to normal.

Amon hates the True Creator? I'm increasingly convinced that the True Creator was one of the participants in the sharing of the ancient sun god. 'He' is the black infant in the middle of the Storm Angel, White Angel, and Wisdom Angel… Klein breathed a sigh of relief. He took two steps forward, turned on the tap, and washed his hands.

…

In the evening at the East Balam Military Veterans Mess.

Klein didn't immediately meet the long-faced Colonel Calvin. After he placed the briefcase with ten thousand pounds into a heavy safe-deposit box, he followed Macht to have a buffet meal at this high-end club.

The dishes here mainly served Southern Continent cuisine. There was cream bread made from tapioca flour; ice-cream dripped in the berry juice of a lilac tree; assorted seafood broth with coconut milk and palm butter; cow innards that was cooked with pepper, tomatoes, and onions; Haagenti seared roasted meat; broth made from Paz Valley's delights; as well as steak and roasted squid.

Compared to other places, the ingredients used here were rather high-end. The flavors were also in authentic Southern Continent styles, leaving Klein rather satisfied. If not for his need to maintain his image, he felt that eating a mouthful of seared roasted meat and having a mouthful of ice-cream would be an excellent feeling.