Chapter 466: Mr. Klein, How Have You Been Lately?

Chapter 466: Mr. Klein, How Have You Been Lately?

"Is it him?"

"It's him."

"The ancient aura around him, could he be someone you know?"

"Possibly."

"Old man, you better hide well, don't let yourself be exposed."

In this brief conversation, Leonard looked at the middle-aged gentleman walking ahead of him. 

With graying hair at his temples, a vigorous spirit, and an elegant demeanor, he appeared to be a successful tycoon. Aside from a slight nouveau riche vibe, there wasn't much else wrong with him.

This was the Goddess's cathedral, and as a member of the Red Gloves, Leonard naturally had no fear.

Leonard naturally followed behind the wealthy man, walking with him through the corridor to the prayer hall. He sat in the third row behind him, praying while secretly observing his movements.

As Leonard was covertly watching Klein, Klein also keenly sensed the gaze from behind.

At first, he thought it was just a coincidence, but when Leonard followed him into the prayer hall, it became clear that something was up.

Given his understanding of Leonard, he knew that Leonard did not have such devout faith in the Goddess. The reason Leonard followed him must be to observe him more closely. With Leonard's abilities, he wouldn't be able to see through Klein's anomalies, but if he added the old man inside him, that would be a different story.

From what Klein knew, the old man inside Leonard was an angel of the Zoroaster family, an angel on the same extraordinary path as the Blasphemer Amon. He must have detected the power or traces of the gray fog on Klein.

Indeed, at close range, he still couldn't hide from these ancient beings.

After finishing his prayers, Klein naturally stood up and, under the bishop's smiling gaze, put 50 gold pounds into the donation box. The black-haired bishop's gaze became even more satisfied.

After donating, Klein left the prayer hall with the crowd. Leonard didn't follow further to avoid being discovered. Instead, he went to talk to the black-haired bishop for a while before seeking advice from Archbishop Anthony.

Facing his visit, Archbishop Anthony smiled gently and said, "In the eyes of the divine, there is no special distinction. Do what you must without fear or hesitation. The Goddess always protects each of Her followers."

"Do you know the true origin of the King in Yellow?"

"The Lord of the Star Sea from the distant cosmos, the indescribable chaos."

"The Lord of the Star Sea? Then He and the stars..."

Before Leonard could finish his question, he saw the smile in Archbishop Anthony's eyes and understood the answer. The King in Yellow was another identity of the stars. The Yellow-robed Monks were followers of the King in Yellow and also followers of the stars.

To put it another way, the followers of the stars were like the chosen ones in the church, while the Yellow-robed Monks were generally divine followers. No wonder the church entrusted this matter to him, as he had once impersonated a follower of the stars without facing divine punishment. This meant that, in some sense, the stars had a favorable impression of him.

At least, it wouldn't be like Steven Pat last night, who was obliterated without a trace.

When he left St. Samuel's Cathedral, the middle-aged gentleman was already gone. Leonard searched the square but found nothing, so he temporarily left.

For the next two days, Leonard made a point to visit St. Samuel's Cathedral during prayer times. Once again, he saw the suspicious middle-aged gentleman in the square in front of the cathedral, making him suspect that this ancient being disguised as a middle-aged gentleman had some plans for St. Samuel's Cathedral.

Just like in Tingen City, where Ince Zangwill meticulously plotted accidents and conspiracies to ascend to a higher sequence, Leonard couldn't let this happen again. Archbishop Anthony had been good to him, after all.

At that moment, a white dove flew over with a note in its beak. Leonard frowned and reached out, watching as the dove accurately dropped the note into his palm before flying away.

He cautiously scanned his surroundings before opening the note, which only had two words written on it:

"Zoroaster."

"Parasite."

Leonard's pupils constricted, and his hair stood on end as if he had suddenly been plunged into a frozen winter from a scorching summer.

Did that gentleman see through the secret inside him?

As expected of an ancient being, he might indeed be one of the immortal monsters from the Fourth Epoch. He was warning Leonard not to interfere in his affairs and also reminding him that if he reported this, the old man inside him would also be exposed.

"Old man, I'm backing off this time for your sake," Leonard sighed, crumpling the note.

This time, the old man didn't mock him but whispered, "A familiar person? Who could it be?"

"No matter who He is, at least He has no malice towards you or me right now."

Leonard felt somewhat relieved, glanced at the doves flying in the sky, and left the square.

Meanwhile, a hundred meters away, at the intersection of Pearsfield Street and another street, Klein leaned back against the wall of a luxurious four-wheeled carriage, slowly closing his eyes.

The note just now was naturally a warning he sent to Leonard to prevent him from investigating further and causing unnecessary trouble. It was also a reminder about the old man inside Leonard.

Seeing Leonard leave the square, Klein was about to lower the carriage curtain when a white dove flew back with a note in its beak. It was the same dove he had sent to deliver the message to Leonard.

This discovery made Klein's heart race, and he gripped his cane tightly, full of vigilance. Despite his caution, how could someone else find him and even use the same dove to send a note back?

After a moment of silence, Klein took the note from the dove's beak, lowered the carriage curtain, and opened the note. It also had two words written on it:

"Klein Moretti."

"Masterful Performer."

Being directly identified by his original name almost made Klein stand up in shock. This meant that the other party knew everything about him and might be watching his every move!

A sense of unprecedented panic and unease enveloped him. Fortunately, his psychological resilience had improved significantly after his adventures at sea, and he didn't panic to the point of being unable to think.

Where did he go wrong? Who was the person secretly sending him notes, and what was their purpose?

Klein pondered these questions until he saw the back of the note, which had two sentences written on it:

"Mr. Klein, how have you been lately?"

"You are invited to a charity gala for the protection of magical creatures at 12 King Avenue, Queen's District, this Saturday at 7 PM."

After reading these sentences, Klein felt as if his body was splitting apart. After a long time, he sighed heavily and said, "Mr. Hastur, you really know how to play."

Just from these two sentences, he knew that the orchestrator of this "surprise" was Mr. Hastur. Among the people he knew, only Mr. Hastur and Miss Audrey lived in the Queen's District and had recently encountered him. Miss Audrey, representing justice, would never use such a method to invite him to a charity gala. Only the mysterious and inscrutable Mr. Hastur would do something like this.

Moreover, only he could see through Klein's disguise as a Faceless Man so clearly. Such a "surprise" would have given anyone without a strong heart a heart attack. Especially the way he pointed out Klein's true identity in a profound manner, it really gave Klein a fright.

But then again, where did he slip up this time? Could Hastur really see through the Faceless Man's disguise with just a glance? What kind of eyes were those?

Klein couldn't help but grumble inwardly to express his feelings. As for the charity gala for the protection of magical creatures, he would naturally attend. It would help him integrate further into the upper echelons of Ruen society, significantly shortening the time he needed to play the role of a wealthy man.

"It seems that Mr. Hastur has already seen through my purpose for lingering at St. Samuel's Cathedral."

"What a mysterious and fascinating person. I hope he won't be my enemy."

Klein muttered silently, recovering his spirits a bit before instructing the coachman to take him home. He had almost broken into a cold sweat and needed a good bath to relax.