Chapter 1083 - 31: There’s Nothing Left to Fear

Chapter 1083: Chapter 31: There’s Nothing Left to Fear

Klein did not know that after he turned to leave the shop, until his figure disappeared at the end of the street—

Mr. Shire’s gaze was fixed on him through the glass window, silently locking onto him, even seeming to penetrate the barriers of buildings, watching until he was completely gone.

"Finally, found..."

Muttering softly to himself, Mr. Shire’s eyes flickered with a strange light.

From the moment he received the divine oracle, he set aside the part of the Secret Ceremony Society affairs he was in charge of, personally traveling to this unknown small place called Tingen, keeping watch for several years until today when he finally completed his mission. But what he didn’t expect was that the person he was waiting for was not an outsider, but a local from Tingen, Klein Moretti.

Yes, Shire knows Klein.

Though it’s a one-sided acquaintance.

After all, having stayed in Tingen for years, in such a small place, with its not too high population numbers and density, how many local residents there are, what identities they have, and what kind of interpersonal relationships they maintain... such information, for an Earth Angel, obviously isn’t much of a secret. As long as he wishes to know, he could quickly grasp it.

Shire is indeed willing to know, or perhaps more accurately, being tasked with the divine oracle gives him absolute reason to know this kind of information.

—Thus, Klein does not know Shire.

—But Shire knows Klein, and not just that, he knows about Klein’s brother, sister, and even the circumstances of his neighbors.

Admittedly, in a certain sense, this is quite a shocking affair.

Fortunately, the Transmigrator Xiao Zhou, having arrived just two days ago and still understanding nothing, is completely bewildered, knowing very little about the mysterious world side... for instance, the understanding of Extraordinary is currently limited to knowing about Sequence 7, which is quite a general perception.

Only informed through hearsay by the receptionist girl about some matters concerning Captain Dunn and his team...

So it’s approximately at this level.

Therefore, Klein also had no idea that not only did he have a face-to-face encounter with a true master of the mysterious side... this master was specifically here to observe him, having stayed in Tingen for several years.

"He indeed has something special... is this the reason my lord is seeking him?"

Shire pondered, naturally noticing some peculiarities about Klein, but unable to discern what they meant. Speaking of which, this young man seems somewhat different than before, the slight variations suddenly appearing in one’s person even made him subconsciously think of the "Thief," those troublesome robbers.

From parasitic stealing at the physical level to stealing destiny, even stealing identity, the act of theft is most disgusting, unavoidable.

However, Klein’s situation is clearly not that, general thieves cannot escape Shire’s observation, as for high-ranking thieves, there aren’t many, unless Ah Meng personally came...

Shire shook his head and no longer worried about it. Klein is indeed somewhat special, not just those parts he couldn’t detect. Merely the potential mastery of unknown texts from Roselle’s Diary is enough to be deemed special. But precisely because of this, he should not delve deeper... just as he consistently adhered to in the past—

A Saint is the eye of a Divine Spirit, but only the eye... ℴ

An eye should absolutely not have its own thoughts...

Turning back towards the counter, his gaze fixed on those few pages of yellowed manuscripts, Shire silently collected them, properly placing them in the drawer.

In the opened drawer, it was filled with such yellowed manuscripts, precisely Roselle’s Diary. If Klein could see this scene, his eyes would likely light up... though not absolutely complete, over the years, Shire indeed slowly collected all the pages that could be gathered, possibly appearing on the market.

But just like everyone else, he ultimately cannot decipher the secrets within.

Casually closing the drawer, Shire turned and walked into the depths of the shop, where at the end there was a dark door. Opening the door revealed a staircase leading down, under the light of gas lamps, the outline of the basement was revealed, seemingly a normal warehouse, with shelves and boxes of goods piled around, some gleaming neatly, some slightly dusty.

And just as the young man walked to the center of the basement, he quietly recited a phrase, gently flicking his wrist to reveal a rune stone hanging there.

Thus, in the warehouse’s emptiest small area, the air instantly rippled like waves.

As though behind the multiple layers of reality’s curtain, within layered illusory spaces, a point intersecting reality appeared, an altar emerged there, candles quietly burned, as if releasing spiritual light.

"My Lord..."

"You are the ruler of time and space, the master of all variables, the one and only..."

Skilled in configuring the spiritual materials, Shire devotionally began to softly pray.

A fierce vortex of wind was stirred up, yet confined firmly within the defined area by the Spiritual Wall. Natural power was moved and disrupted. The moment prayerful words were spoken, it was as if they transitioned from reality into a state of illusion, intangible soundwaves disregarding physical laws and the constraints of propagation medium, quickly spread toward the farthest reaches of time and space.