Chapter 145: Klein's Mind Went Blank

Hearing these unexpected words, Klein was taken aback. Suddenly, he thought of Lynn, who also seemed capable of precisely guessing his thoughts as if he could read minds. Although Lynn appeared careless, Klein knew his husky-like companion was very observant and seemed to have some canine-like intuition.

Hiss, could it really be... no way, absolutely not. If Lynn were truly an angel from his homeland, wouldn't that mean... Klein suppressed the thoughts in his mind, unsure if he resisted this possibility because of rationality or because accepting it would mean too much.

He took a deep breath, looked at the angel before him, and asked, "If I want to know, would Your Highness, the Angel of Secrets, be willing to answer?" His attitude was polite, and his tone solemn.

"Take a guess!" Lynn smiled as he said a single word.

Klein: ...

Damn riddlers, get out of Backlund!

Klein felt his fists clench. If he wasn't sure he couldn't beat the angel before him, he would have thrown a few punches out of friendship.

"Haha!" Lynn was amused by Klein's indignant but helpless expression. He chuckled lightly, then swept his gaze over the three of them, saying, "This is not the place to talk. Let's move to another place where we can talk properly."

As he spoke, Lynn snapped his fingers, and a door silently opened beside him.

He had stayed with Mr. Door for so long in the Fourth Epoch; how could he not have asked for his blood? Because of this, Lynn had mastered many abilities of the Door pathway.

Although not as good as a real Beyonder of the Door pathway, opening a space door was still within his capabilities.

Libert Abraham is Mr. Door's son... Klein's mind flashed with this information before he suppressed it. He was now really starting to suspect everything, as everything seemed to remind him of that suspicion.

"Where to?" But before stepping into the space door, Klein cautiously chose to ask.

He knew the angel transmigrator bore him no ill will, and he also understood that if the angel had malicious intentions, he wouldn't need any tricks.

However, Klein's caution made it impossible for him to blindly follow someone he wasn't very familiar with to an unknown destination.

Sharron and Maric remained silent. They didn't question since they were even less familiar with the angel before them than Klein was.

"To your neighbor's house." Hearing Klein's question, Lynn looked at him, answering unhurriedly, then added, "Didn't I say I would give you a gift? It's about time. He should have known sooner or later." The last sentence was almost a sigh.

Klein immediately realized the neighbor Lynn referred to was Lynn himself, and the "he" mentioned must be Lynn.

But what did this mean? What should he have known sooner or later?

Nevertheless, it seemed that Lynn and the angel transmigrator were indeed not the same person, but what kind of relationship did they have... Klein, relieved, also grew more curious.

Without further hesitation, Klein stepped into the space door, with Sharron and Maric following behind.

Lynn watched the three obediently enter the space door, smiled, and stepped in himself.

The space door closed, leaving the alley once again empty. No one would know what had happened in this ordinary alley. Perhaps one day, a demigod of the Mystery Pryer pathway might pass by and recreate some interesting magic.

...

"Hey, Sherlock, where did you pop up from?"

At 16 Minx Street, Lynn's main body, lounging at home and reading a novel, was stunned to see Klein suddenly appear, his eyes then falling on Sharron and Maric behind him, puzzled, "Are these your friends?"

Lynn was, of course, acting. Used to multitasking, he had even temporarily put his other personas on idle to play his role well today. Though his expression showed no flaws, he was eagerly waiting to reveal his true identity.

Klein, upon seeing Lynn, sighed in relief.

It seemed Lynn and the angel from his homeland were indeed not the same person.

"It was me who brought them over."

The voice of the divine clone sounded from behind them, making Lynn turn to him, frowning as he spoke irritably, "You again? What now?" His tone was dismissive.

"Every time I see you, it's never good news..." Lynn grumbled in genuine annoyance, mostly because he mentally associated the divine clone's image with Amon.

Hearing this, Klein, Sharron, and Maric couldn't help but feel their eyebrows twitch. Especially the latter two, they couldn't understand how this seemingly ordinary young man dared to speak to an angel like that.

Even Sharron, who had a close relationship with her mentor, wouldn't dare speak to Miss Reinette in such a tone. After all, angels were fundamentally different from mortals.

"Trust me, if you don't see me, your troubles would be even greater." The divine clone ignored the main body's diss, smiling helplessly, and then looked at Sharron and Maric, the smile turning into a polite and distant one:

"I need to discuss some personal matters with Sherlock and Lynn. Could you please go upstairs for a while? We'll discuss the matters regarding the Rose School of Thought later."

Hearing this, Sharron and Maric naturally agreed. They didn't want to be involved in an angel's personal matters anyway. What if they got silenced?

So the two quickly went upstairs, finding a clearly unoccupied room and staying there quietly.

Lynn frowned, watching this scene without intervening. After Sharron and Maric went upstairs, he turned to the divine clone, asking irritably, "So what is it this time? What's this about personal matters?"

"It is indeed personal." The divine clone said, his gaze sweeping over Klein and then back to the main body, smiling, "Haven't you always been curious about my appearance under this illusion? Today, I decided to show you."

An illusion? So the angel from his homeland's current appearance was fake?

Hearing this, Klein immediately caught the crucial point, making him scrutinize the divine clone closely, only to widen his eyes.

Because the divine clone removed the illusion covering his body, revealing a face identical to Lynn's.

Klein's mind went blank.

(End of Chapter)