The Fool and Judgment

Ian? It should be one of the vagrant children adopted by Detective Zreal, right? So it was he who entrusted Klein to investigate Zreal's disappearance that led to the assassination of the ambassador for five pounds.

Despite having such thoughts, Ebner didn't take the initiative to ask Ian about the situation.

Firstly, Detective Zreal would most likely be dead by now. It didn't matter if he participated in the investigation or not. Furthermore, his relationship with him wasn't good enough to risk his life for him.

Secondly, if he intervenes in this case, wouldn't it be very likely that Klein wouldn't have Rosago, the "treasure boy," anymore? That way, it would be fine if Mr. Fool was unable to know the subsequent formulas. After all, he still remembers them… But it would be very difficult for The World to "come online" as scheduled, and that would have a huge impact.

If I really delay Klein's growth, I might end up provoking the Goddess's interference… After muttering to himself, he decided to pay attention to this matter, but he also maintained a certain distance from it.

After resting for a while, he first sent his servants to deliver some of the local specialties he had bought at Enmat Harbor to indicate that he had returned. Then, he took a carriage to the Bravehearts Bar on Iron Gate Street in the bridge area.

After handing Kaspars the slip of paper with the "milk cow" written on it, as well as a charm he made that confirmed his "identity," and handing it to Miss Sharron, he left and returned to his villa on Kingst Street to continue his "studies."

Speaking of which, it had been more than a week since he advanced to a Polymath, and he had yet to find the subsequent potion formulas. However, he wasn't in a hurry, because he still had the additional knowledge and information source, Dream maze.

Back when he and Xio had cleared the 9, 8, and 7 levels of the Dream maze with Mr. Gaston, they had obtained a lot of useful information.

However, due to his low strength back then, he didn't dare to rashly attempt to enter level 6 or 5 which were rather dangerous. He could only regretfully leave for the time being.

And now, with the ability to simulate many Sequence 6 abilities, Ebner was already quite confident in passing through the two levels. All he needed to do was fully analyze and learn a Sequence 5 ability as his trump card before he prepared to set off for Damir Island.

As for the rule in the Dream maze tower that only Sequence 7 powers could be used in the six or five levels? This wasn't a problem for Ebner, who had the White Eye.

The days of immersing himself in studying often flew by. In the blink of an eye, it was Saturday, the 22nd of September.

On this day, Xio and Fors, who had come to Viscount Slaint's house to participate in the salon, were once again "guided" by Miss Audrey…

And this time, Audrey's target was clearly Fors, and not Miss Xio, who looked very smart.

When she returned home at night, Fors took out an ancient-looking piece of paper from the gap of a book named "Geography of the Feysac Empire." However, the honorific name written on the paper looked very familiar to her.

She couldn't help but lampoon to Xio. "Why would Viscount Slynt's book have the honorific name of the evil god? Could it be that this evil god had many believers in the past, so he had copied everything? But why haven't I heard of him?"

When Xio heard Fors say the word "evil god," the corners of her eyes couldn't help but twitch. She hurriedly repented to Mr. Fool and prayed that "He" would forgive her friend for being disrespectful.

Through the two Tarot Gatherings, she had already come to believe that the mysterious existence above the gray fog was indeed a god with a good temper. He was also very friendly to his believers, so she decided to confess to Mr. Fool that Miss Justice had recommended her. She also recommended Fors to "Him"…Although she felt that the great King of Yellow and Black knew of this trivial matter.

At the same time, she secretly lampooned what Fors had just said. Mr. Fool doesn't have many believers, but you happen to have three…

Seeing Xio not reply, Fors wasn't surprised. She stuffed the ancient piece of paper back into the book and asked, "You're dressed so neatly. Why are you heading out so late at night?"

"Yes, I just received an 'Interrogation' mission. It's at Cherwood Borough Police Station. It's quite close…" Xio thought for a moment and answered without hiding anything.

"How did MI9 notify you?" Fors widened her eyes and looked around. She asked in puzzlement, "We were together the entire time and didn't notice any outsiders coming?"

Xio pointed in the direction of her room and said with a smile,

"Do you know of something called a telegram?

"This is a tool that every official member of MI9 will issue."

"You're a full-time job? When did you do it? You didn't even treat me!" Fors immediately hugged Xio from behind as she yelled.

…

Cherwood Borough, Rice Police Station.

Klein was huddled on a very short bench with a bunch of thieves and drunkards, looking very disgraceful.

He recalled what had happened today. It was normal for him to go to Inventor Leppard's house in the morning to invest in a bike, but who knew that he would be attacked by the executioner of the Zmanger gang, Meursault, the moment he got home at night. He had no choice but to kill him, only to learn that he was backed by an ambassador during the spirit channeling!

This made him have no intention of destroying the evidence. He could only report the case to the police after placing the relevant evidence in the junk pile above the gray fog. He also made it clear that the incident involved the ambassador of another country, so as to attract the attention of the officials.

However, when asked about his faith, he blurted out "God of Steam and Machinery," making him feel a little guilty towards the Goddess.

Upon recalling this, as a former inspector, Klein looked at the thief on the left who had been cuffed to the pipe. Then, he looked at the drunkard on the right who could vomit at any moment but kept yelling about hitting him. He sighed at his current situation, unsure when he would be able to free himself.

There should be another test. If I pass it, I'll be fine… I hope the police will focus their attention on the ambassador and the Zmanger gang and ignore the problem of my origins as a puny detective. In theory, there's a high chance. As long as Mrs. Sammer, Lawyer Jurgen, and the others don't say anything that would interest the police… Yes, they just got to know me, so it's impossible for them to know too much…

Meursault's Beyonder characteristic was taken away by me and hidden above the gray fog. He didn't leave behind any oddities, so no one would discover that he was once a Beyonder, nor would they doubt my strength…

As Klein consoled himself, he saw the sergeant named Faxine walk over.

"Sherlock Moriarty, come with me to the interrogation room," Sergeant Faxine instructed. Then, as if he recalled something, he softly reminded him, "Although the person who interrogated you had the title of 'the fear that cannot be seen,' she's not a bad person. As long as you don't try to hide the truth, she won't punish you."

"Thank you very much…" Klein whispered. At the same time, he secretly lampooned, "the fear that cannot be seen"? What kind of crappy nickname was that? Could it be that he couldn't see because he was too short and was blocked by the interrogation table?

Of course, despite his lampooning, he still got up and followed the sergeant.

After going around the corner, Sergeant Faxine stopped in front of an iron door and motioned for Klein to enter.

Klein took a breath and slowly exhaled. He twisted the handle and opened the door.

It was a small room with thick walls. In the middle was a short table with chairs on both sides.

Under the elegant gas lamp's illumination, Klein clearly saw the interrogator opposite him. It was a yellow-haired girl in a knight's training uniform.

She stood behind the table, at most a little over 1.5 meters tall. She had some baby fat on her cheeks, and her facial features were delicate and soft. However, her eyes didn't seem to grow, and she looked rather young.

This outfit… This hairstyle… This height… I think I've seen it before in a "late-night livestream"…

This… Could this be Miss Judgment?