blogombal Chapter 60 Klein: Was it all my own doing?
Chapter 60 Klein: Was it all my own doing?
"No, the captain will be back soon, I can't just sit here and wait to die."
Klein, behind the Charness Gate, also fell into anxiety. As the date of Dunn Smith's return approached, his emotions gradually changed from initial panic to extreme panic.
Over the past few days, he had considered various reasons and methods, but ultimately rejected them all.
The main reason is that he himself cannot withstand investigation; he does have problems.
If he is really just an ordinary night watchman, then this is nothing. As long as the investigation is thorough, the worst-case scenario is that it will just be a stain on his future resume.
But given his identity as a time traveler, an evil god, and the leader of a secret organization, if he were to be discovered, he would probably have to spend the rest of his life with Chanismon.
He is now suffering the same torment that a death row inmate endures while awaiting execution.
"Lorne Disenk..."
Klein chewed on the name.
Although there is no concrete evidence, based on the current clues, Klein believes that the whistleblower letter was most likely written by Lorne Disenke.
But there was one thing he couldn't understand.
Why would he report me...? Klein was puzzled.
I shouldn't have offended him in any way, so why did he report me?
It can't really be because of Melissa, right?
Klein's lips twitched; he didn't think the plot would be that melodramatic.
Did they accidentally discover my unusual behavior and then report me out of a simple sense of justice?
That would make me look like the bad guy.
"Don't let your mind wander." Klein shook his head to bring his thoughts back to normal.
"Regardless, it's a fact that he reported me, and that needs to be clarified."
……
Above the gray fog.
Klein breathed a sigh of relief as he returned to the bronze table; only this strange space could give him a sense of security now.
"In this situation, only bringing him, the person involved, here will be of any use..."
Thinking of this, Klein suddenly felt a little troubled. He remembered his previous experience of trying to pull Lorne onto the gray fog, only to be blinded by the light.
Neither Miss Justice, nor the Hanged Man, nor even the little "Sun" of the Forsaken Land had reacted that way before.
"That Lorne does have some secrets, but... he shouldn't be able to directly harm me."
He recalled the previous times he had been flashed in the face. Although he was caught off guard, he had not been hurt.
Moreover, if Lorne Disenk could really harm him through the gray fog, then he wouldn't have needed to write a report.
With this in mind, Kron gradually came up with an idea.
"What if we drag him into the gray fog and trick him by pretending to be the Fool? Would that work?"
Even if he could discover my peculiarity in reality, he probably wouldn't be able to realize that I am a fool.
"And even an extraordinary being as experienced as the 'Hanged Man' was fooled by me..."
Klein pressed his forehead, pondering the feasibility of this approach.
"That's right, even if you have to use an accusatory tone, you have to ask him clearly and let him know that reporting an evil... secretive existence is not a good habit."
"I don't believe he's not afraid of being approached by a mysterious entity."
"If he wasn't afraid, he wouldn't have needed to write the whistleblower letter."
Scared?
Wait a minute... Klein, who was thinking about how to scare Lorne, suddenly thought of a possibility.
A possibility that is utterly absurd yet logically plausible.
Could it be that my earlier attempt to pull him up into the gray fog startled Lorne Disenke?
That's why he reported it.
This……
The atmosphere became awkward.
If I were in that situation, I would… Klein tried to put himself in the other person's shoes and see what choice he would make in that situation.
He is a wild extraordinary individual with a secret, who is unwittingly targeted by a malicious and hidden being.
Because he was carrying a secret and dared not seek help directly from the authorities, he wrote a letter of complaint, hoping that the authorities could help him get rid of the trouble without him showing his face.
This creates a closed logical loop!
If it were me, I would most likely make a similar choice... Thinking of this, Klein's expression suddenly became interesting.
Moreover, as a night watchman, Klein knew that reporting such situations to the authorities was indeed a valid action, and to some extent, such behavior was encouraged, as it could help the authorities eliminate potential risks.
"But why would he directly name me and report me?" Klein couldn't understand it.
"Even if he found out my name, it shouldn't be like this. He's afraid of the Fool, not Klein!"
"Could it be that time at the fortune-telling club?"
Klein thought back to the day he embarrassed himself at the fortune-telling club.
Lorne Disenke was also there that day; he harbors a secret, and perhaps he really can see something...
After some time, Klein sorted out his thoughts.
"Although it's unclear how he found out, he did discover my connection to the Fool."
Klein recalled the whistleblower's report that he believed in an evil god, and a suspicion formed in his mind.
Lorne Disenke probably thinks I'm a follower or a follower of the Fool.
"He couldn't directly pinpoint the Fool's identity and location, so he hoped to use me as a starting point, and then, with the help of the Church, eliminate the Fool."
If that's really the case...
"If Frye hadn't trusted me and kept this matter quiet for the time being, it might really have..."
Thinking about this, Klein suddenly realized an awkward reality.
It turns out I did all of this myself!
If I hadn't been so foolish as to bother Lorne's Disenke, none of this would have happened.
"But it's too late to regret it now."
"To resolve this matter, it will require Lorne Disenke, the person directly involved, to step in."
Klein hardened his heart and materialized a pair of sunglasses to put on his face.
……
Inside the small hotel,
Lorne, who had been lying peacefully asleep in bed, suddenly looked strange.
His hand suddenly gripped the bed sheet tightly, his knuckles turning white.
Cold sweat trickled down his temples and into the pillow, leaving dark stains on the fabric.
"Meow?" Rachel woke up when she noticed her owner's unusual behavior.
He pricked up his ears and came to Lorne's side, patting his face with his paw. Seeing that his master was still twitching unconsciously, he rubbed his wet nose against Lorne's trembling fingertips.
An invisible force was pressing down on Lorne. He was fully aware that he was awake, but he just couldn't open his eyes.
Not a single sound could be squeezed out of his throat.
"That gaze is back, and that oppressive feeling is there too."
Rachel suddenly jumped onto his heaving chest and meowed sharply into his ear, hoping to wake her owner.
But Lorne still didn't react at all.
Not good!
Lorne felt as if he were being pulled by two invisible forces.
This feeling reminded him of scenes from the old Spider-Man comics he had watched.
In Peter Parker's dream, Venom and the Spider-Man suit repeatedly pull and struggle for Peter Parker, and finally, after a struggle, Peter Parker is enveloped by Venom...
He felt that he had also become a target of contention between two invisible forces.
……
The mysterious space above the gray fog began to shake violently, the majestic palace collapsed inch by inch, and all sorts of incomprehensible sounds echoed all around.
"Why did this happen?!"
Klein hadn't expected this outcome.
Just now, he was wearing sunglasses and braving the bright light, trying to force Lorne Disenla into the gray fog.
Because he had been prepared beforehand, Klein barely ignored the flash of light emanating from Lorne Disenk.
However, just as Klein was about to succeed, the entire gray fog suddenly boiled up.
What was originally a flash of light suddenly turned into huge spots of light that illuminated the entire gray fog.
A tremendous impact then swept through his entire body.
When he came to his senses, he was surprised to find that the majestic palace and the ancient long table, which had remained unchanged since time immemorial, had been damaged.
"Boom... Boom... Boom..."
A series of impact sounds echoed in the gray mist, as if something was trying to break free of its restraints.
Faced with the incomprehensible changes before him, Klein was at a loss for what to do.