Chapter 1081 - 30: "Luck" (Part 2)

Chapter 1081: Chapter 30: "Luck" (Part 2)

After all, judging from the information he’d pried out of Mr. Neil, it seemed Roselle’s Diary wasn’t that easy to collect. Mr. Neil had been so invested, wanting to make a real contribution in this regard, yet in the end had only managed to gather a few pages.

And according to him, the other great cathedrals or parishes should still have some as well. Didn’t this mean that most of the Roselle’s Diary pages that could be found were very likely already in the hands of some systematic organizational powers?

It kind of made sense if you thought about it. Even if they couldn’t decipher it for the time being, a lot of people had probably realized what this thing might be. They might not be sure about anything else, but they could at least be sure that there might be immeasurable value hidden behind this diary. Naturally, they wouldn’t let it out easily, but would rack their brains trying to crack it... So what should he do?

Maybe that organization he had stumbled into setting up above the grey fog yesterday afternoon could come in handy?

Although for now, even counting himself... that "organization" only had three people at best.

At this moment, Klein’s thoughts drifted all over the place, and he quickly linked them to the channel he was currently most likely to make use of.

Yesterday afternoon, he had tried holding a ritual, wanting to see if that ritual that had seemingly helped him transmigrate could send him back. The result was that he instead entered a boundless, mysterious grey fog, and accidentally triggered some mechanism he himself didn’t really understand, dragging the consciousnesses of two other people into that wondrous space.

Luckily, those two people didn’t seem to be any big shots. On top of that, he’d reacted fast enough, and his nerves had been steady enough, so he hadn’t exposed himself or chickened out. Thanks to the Inspiration from his Divination that morning, he’d had a flash of insight and called himself "The Fool"——

While managing to establish the proper level of mystique at just the right moment, he’d also muddle-headedly become the controller of a Secret Organization.

Since he was already publicly a member of the Night Church, this kind of double-dealing made Klein feel a bit guilty. But in the blink of an eye, he now had to consider how to make good use of this advantage... You could only say that humans were highly adaptable. If you didn’t push yourself, you’d never know how far you could go.

"Whew, I’ll just take it one step at a time... At least I’m not alone."

Klein let out a long breath, feeling a bit more reassured.

Right, he’d almost forgotten—he was still carrying that ’huge sum’ of 12 pounds on him... Suddenly recalling this, he hurriedly patted his pockets.

Since he didn’t have any small change on him and didn’t want to risk walking a long distance home while carrying a ’fortune’, the cautious Klein decided to first purchase some essential gear and break his Gold Pounds. He lifted his head and looked around this relatively unfamiliar street. When his gaze swept to the end of the street corner, his eyes suddenly brightened a little.

There just happened to be a clothing and hat shop there, right next to a phone booth by the street. It didn’t look big, but it seemed very clean and tidy, and also quite exquisite. It faintly carried a style reminiscent of those clothing boutiques from his pre-transmigration world, at least visually very pleasing... Yet for all its professionalism, it didn’t give off a "very expensive, totally out of your league" vibe.

Ahem, the latter might also be a psychological illusion brought on by his current feeling of sudden wealth and slight inflation. In any case, Klein now felt that he could go in and have a look.

As he stepped into the clothing and hat shop, the lighting changed abruptly, though the transition felt very natural.

Compared to the brightness outside, the lighting inside the shop was rather dim and mysterious, but not actually dark. Deeper inside, elegant gas lamps hung and cast their glow. Overall, it gave a soft, comfortable visual impression, adding a faint sense of elusive mystery to the shop’s interior, as if everything were veiled by a thin piece of gauze.

"..."

"..."

Klein couldn’t help narrowing his eyes. Once his pupils had adapted to the change in light, he saw that there didn’t seem to be any customers or attendants in the shop at the moment. The owner himself appeared to be behind the counter. He was a young man, about twenty-five or twenty-six, with a fair, handsome face. Under the glow of the gas lamp, he was calmly reading a book.

"...Do you need to buy something, sir?"

Hearing the sound, the young man casually put down his reading material and looked up toward the customer at the door.

When he saw Klein, the deep blue of his eyes rippled slightly, and a peculiar light flashed through them.

"Ah... Mm, yes, I need a cane."

Klein didn’t notice anything unusual. After thinking it over seriously, he stated his request, adding a bit of price-testing tone as he gestured: "Preferably a harder, sturdier kind."

As he spoke, he quickly scanned the shop’s décor and environment, estimating whether his budget matched this sort of consumption level.

Actually, it wasn’t just the cane—formal wear, shirts, vests, trousers, and so on were all in his budget and things he’d have to buy sooner or later. But... better to play it safe first and see how the prices looked.

The cane was naturally the first thing he needed to purchase. It was the best self-defense weapon for a gentleman, a variant form of the physical Holy Sword.