63 A Corner of the Curtain

In the first-class cabin of the White Agate, Ebner, who had his head lowered and his eyes closed as though he was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes. He first deactivated his Mechanical Mind before recalling everything that had happened in Sefirah Castle. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"This 'Mechanical Mind' ability can indeed allow me to maintain absolute calmness, but it also affects my character. I originally didn't have such a utilitarian attitude towards Mr. Fool, and I even wanted to find an opportunity to remind him of some things that he needs to take note of… However, under the 'Mechanical Mind', I only considered gains and losses, and paid for some superficial knowledge to successfully accomplish my goal…"

"It seems like this ability should only be used in battles and research in the future. If I use it too often, it will inevitably cause my personality to change… If I only calculate gains and losses in everything and only use the optimal solution for my actions, then can I still be considered a 'human'?"

Shaking his head to clear his mind of the obviously overactive thoughts, Ebner looked again at the broken fountain pen beside his hand and thought teasingly:

"If the item I previously made to contact Sefirah Castle was a monocle, wouldn't Mr. Fool be so scared that his hair would stand on end when he comes into contact with the God of Mischief?"

…

It was still unknown if Klein would lose his hair, but Captain Dunn, whose hairline was already very high, had encountered a very troublesome matter.

He was patrolling Raphael Cemetery when the space around him was suddenly enveloped by a strange power. It felt like he was using his Nightmare powers to pull people into a dream, but it was completely different. After all, although this space that was enveloped by a special power was strange, it did not feel like a dream.

Captain Dunn took out his revolver and looked around warily, hoping to find any flaws.

At that moment, a figure in a red shirt and black coat appeared not far from Dunn.

It was a young man with handsome features and long silver hair. He held an exquisite wine glass filled with red liquid in his right hand. When he saw Dunn looking over, he raised his glass elegantly.

The moment Dunn saw the man, he instinctively felt a suppression from a superior creature. This suppression seemed to come from the Darkness Domain, preventing him from using his Nightmare powers.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Dunn did not attack immediately but asked calmly.

The man shook the wine glass in his hand and chuckled as he watched the scarlet liquid ripple. "Of course I'm here to wait for you, Captain Dunn."

"Waiting for me? What's the matter?" Dunn asked in a deep voice after a momentary daze.

However, he didn't believe that the other party was waiting for him here. He was only a Sequence 7 Nighthawks team leader, but the other party gave him a feeling that he was even stronger than His Excellency Cesimir. Perhaps, he was a demigod.

How could such an important figure specially wait for him? Perhaps his target was the Church of Evernight in Tingen?

With this thought in mind, Dunn's face turned even paler as he stared at the man sharply.

The man shook his head, put down the wine cup, and slowly walked forward. At the same time, two illusory bat wings appeared behind him, completely covering the entire cemetery. The black light rippled like water.

"Vampire?" Dunn narrowed his eyes and raised his revolver. Even if he had no chance of winning, as the leader of the Nighthawks team, he would not surrender without a fight.

"There's no need to be so nervous. I don't have any ill intentions. I just want to sell a favor to a friend I haven't met yet." The man slowly walked in front of Dunn and smiled leisurely. "And I'm really waiting for you! According to the Ancestor's decree, that friend thinks highly of this city. It's as if he wants to change his fate here. And I've been here for a long time to observe. Your fate is most disturbed, so I'm here to protect you."

"What?" Dunn could no longer move his fingers due to the suppression of the other party's aura, but that did not stop him from not understanding what the other party meant.

"Of course, other than befriending that friend, there might be other benefits!" As the young man spoke, he looked in the direction of the Deweyville Library. Then, he walked behind Dunn. His white and neat teeth protruded out four gleaming silver fangs.

It was not scary. Instead, it was strangely beautiful.

"Don't worry. This is just a precautionary measure, not The Embrace. I won't let you lose control and die because of the potion conflict!" With that said, he bit Dunn's neck.

After a long while, Dunn suddenly woke up. He subconsciously touched his neck, his face filled with confusion. He only remembered that he had fallen asleep in the cemetery, but how could a Nightmare fall asleep without realizing it? Even a curly-haired baboon would find it impossible.

"Could my memory be so bad that I can forget what just happened?" Dunn muttered to himself with an ugly expression.

…

In the outskirts of Tingen, there was a house with a green lawn.

It had a spacious garden with fresh flowers and a dark red chimney.

There was a desk behind the bedroom window of this house. On it was an ordinary notebook.

A quill was writing strangely on the notebook:

"Dunn Smith suddenly fell into a deep sleep when he was patrolling the cemetery, but when he woke up, he forgot how he fell asleep. He wanted to report this strange incident to the Church's headquarters, but as there was no obvious evidence and no subsequent impact, it made him hesitate. He even suspected that he was showing signs of losing control."

"However, he later realized that his condition was unexpectedly good. Even the frequent adrift that appeared after coming into contact with the Antigonus family's notebook vanished."

"In the end, he decided not to report it and only sent people to patrol the cemetery to find new clues. This is very reasonable."

…

Ebner had just packed up the shattered fragments of the fountain pen and poured them into the trash can when he felt the wall of spirituality he had set up being touched. He sensed it and realized that it was Beatrice standing outside the room.

After removing the spirituality seal, there was indeed a knock on the door. Ebner walked out unhurriedly and opened the door, allowing Beatrice into the room.

"Ebner, do you still have the item in your hand? I'll buy it for 400 pounds!" Beatrice asked impatiently as soon as she entered.

"You managed to raise the money so quickly? It hasn't even reached the shore yet, right?" Ebner was surprised, but he quickly had a guess. He asked directly, "Did Anderson give it to you?"

"As expected of a detective. You guessed it right away!" Beatrice nodded in admiration. "But he not giving it to me. I'm borrowing it. I'll have to raise money to pay him back when we get to Enmat Harbor."

Ebner had already acknowledged her as a friend, so he said with concern, "Even if it's just a temporary loan, I'm afraid you'll have to pay the price… What did you promise him?" Actually, it was better to borrow from a stranger than him. At least he wouldn't ask for anything.

"I need to join his hunter team… This is actually not a loss for me because he will be in charge of teaching me the knowledge of a hunter, as well as the subsequent potion formulas… This is exactly what I need!" said Beatrice firmly.

She also knew what Ebner was worried about. In fact, she had similar worries. However, since she had decided to become a big shot among the adventurers, she had to bear some risks.

Anderson seemed to have formed a hunter team for the advancement ritual… His life shouldn't be in danger. At most, he would be tortured to the point of death… After all, in order for the team to cooperate well and have a telepathic connection, he had personally taken the initiative to draw the hatred of all the team members.

As Ebner lampooned Anderson's actions in the future, he also took out the tin box with the Hunter Beyonder characteristic sealed in it.

After releasing the spirituality seal, she opened the box and showed the jelly-like dark red item to Beatrice.

"It's indeed the Hunter Beyonder characteristic!" Amidst her excitement, she blurted out.

"You know it? It looks like Anderson has taught you a lot over the past day!" Ebner looked at him meaningfully.

"Not much, either. It's just that Mr. Anderson showed me one that looks exactly like this one before," Beatrice said as she pulled out a bag. She counted forty ten-pound notes and handed them to Ebner.

Ebner took it, opened the Eye of Pure White, and examined it one by one. Fake coins could not fool him.

"Since Anderson has the Hunter characteristic, why did you come to me to buy it?" After confirming that it was real money, Ebner asked casually.

"Because he seems to be nurturing a hunter team of at least 30 people, his attitude towards Beyonder characteristics is to buy as long as there's one," replied Beatrice after she closed the tin box.

When Ebner heard this, he suddenly felt that something was amiss. He felt that it was possible that Anderson had discovered traces of the ritual from the Sequence 4 Iron-blooded Knight's deeds and had deliberately imitated the formation of a team.

However, such an obvious requirement of at least 30 people couldn't be explained through analysis. This meant that Anderson had obtained the Sequence 4 potion formula… At least a portion of it!

But he definitely didn't have it at this time… What's the problem? The biggest difference between him and the original plot should be that he sent me something and a message… Could this be a reward from the Church of Knowledge?

At this point, Ebner was even more puzzled.

If it's really the work of the Church of Knowledge, then "He" probably has a deeper plan for Anderson! After all, it's just a message. Even if I'm highly valued, the value of it can't be equal to a Sequence 4 potion formula!