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Whoosh!
The Steam Train Station roared, bringing countless hopeful people to Backlund.
The sky was still bright at this time, and coupled with the strong winds that had previously blown from the Holy Wind Cathedral, the fog in the sky over Backlund was much thinner. The gas lamps hanging on the platform had not yet been lit early.
A bustling crowd surged from the Steam Train. A black-haired, brown-eyed man, somewhat similar to Klein and looking a bit older, skillfully protected the thin and pale young girl beside him.
They followed the crowd out of the station. Suddenly, they both felt a gaze sweep over them.
Following their intuition, Benson and Melissa looked back and saw a young gentleman with neatly combed black hair.
The young gentleman pressed his top hat, his gaze passing over them and looking into the distance.
Klein, with his changed appearance, held a suitcase and walked past them expressionlessly, heading out of the station and into the large crowd pouring into the "City of Hope," Backlund.
"Aren't you going to say hello to them?"
Klein turned his head and saw Leyton standing effortlessly not far to his right, in a spot where the surrounding crowd instinctively avoided, as if he didn't belong to the same world as the noisy, crowded people around him.
Klein's eyes darkened. He lowered the brim of his hat and whispered, "No, I don't want to bring them trouble and danger. Klein Moretti is already dead in the Tingen incident. My appearance now would only add to their sorrow, and it would likely bring them danger."
"I still suggest you give them a potion. Improving their strength is the best way to avoid danger."
Klein was silent for a moment, then changed the subject, saying, "Is there something you need from me?"
Leyton glanced at Klein indifferently. Seeing that he didn't want to discuss the topic of potions, he continued the conversation, "I'd like to ask you to take care of Bugs Bunny for a while."
"Take care of Bugs Bunny?" Klein was stunned. That rabbit is already Sequence 7, does it still need looking after?
Leyton chuckled, "To be precise, it's to keep it by your side as a locator."
"Under the influence of fate, you will encounter many high-level entities, some of which are what I'm looking for. It's more effective to wait for them to stumble upon you than for me to actively search for them."
"So, you're saying I'll be very unlucky and get involved in all sorts of incidents? And also serve as your bait?"
Klein used his Clown ability to control his expression, looking deeply at Leyton, but he didn't refuse.
A Bugs Bunny who doubles as a doctor, warrior, and chef, and can summon its boss when in doubt—who could refuse that?
Klein looked at Leyton's feet but didn't see Bugs Bunny's familiar figure.
"It's at home packing its things, and I also have a Mystical Item I haven't finished making for it. I'll send it to you in a couple of days."
As he spoke, Leyton handed Klein a branch with his messenger's summoning method written on it, then waved goodbye and turned to walk into the crowd, quickly disappearing from Klein's sight.
Hmm... it seems my journey ahead won't be too smooth. Klein sighed inwardly with a slight unease.
The conversation just now, coupled with his experiences during this period, made him even suspect if he had a constitution similar to Conan's, where incidents would occur wherever he went.
West Borough, Backlund Street.
Leyton's figure quietly appeared in an uninhabited corner. The pale blue glow in his eyes suddenly flickered, and the surrounding world changed in his vision.
His gaze deepened as he looked through layers of obstruction into the future of this place, searching for the traces of the demigod parasitic on a rat, wanting to determine approximately when the other party would appear here.
To rashly predict a strange demigod, Leyton felt his spirituality leaking like a deflated balloon, rapidly draining.
Just before his spirituality was about to dry up, he finally found a trace in the chaotic future.
He closed his eyes slightly, composed himself, then reopened them, glanced at a sewer entrance not far away, and couldn't help but curve his lips into a smile, softly murmuring, "Next month."
Having obtained the result he wanted, Leyton turned and took two steps forward, his figure rapidly fading and disappearing.
East Borough, inside a room at a cheap hotel.
Trissy looked solemnly at the figure that had suddenly appeared in front of her. If she hadn't sensed that she was completely locked onto by the other party's aura, she would have long since concealed herself and fled the moment she detected the spiritual fluctuation.
"You've advanced?" Trissy said in a voice that showed no discernible emotional fluctuations.
This feeling, the pressure he gives me is even stronger than that Lady Despair. He should have just advanced, so why does he give me this feeling?
"Is that something worth paying attention to?"
Leyton looked at the Demoness in front of him, having quietly entered a state of absolute rationality, which was the best way to resist a Demoness's charm.
Before Trissy could speak, he continued, "Do you want to avenge your lover, Prince Edessak? Or do you want to change back to a male?"
Trissy wanted to deny it directly, but Leyton's indifferent, extremely calm demeanor made her somewhat worried. If her answer didn't satisfy the other party, she might be killed the next moment.
She pursed her lips and remained silent for a moment, then carefully spoke, "What do you want? Or what do you need me to do for you?"
"It's easy to talk to smart people." Leyton's lips curved into a smile. After a slight pause, he continued, "I'm about to leave Backlund, so I need someone to do some things for me here."
"I'm just a Demoness at the Pleasure stage."
Trissy answered very cautiously.
Leyton raised an eyebrow slightly and chuckled, "It's simple. Find some ordinary people with mechanical talent and cultivate them into Beyonders of the Savant Pathway. Don't aim for digesting potions and improving strength; just let them invent and create with peace of mind."
"I can provide you with the Iron-Blooded Knight's potion formula and the corresponding main ingredients, and give you some help in avenging your Prince. Of course, these will be given based on your task completion."
"He's not my Prince. He's just an unlucky fellow."
Trissy retorted with some annoyance, then said in a hoarse voice, "How do you guarantee what you say? And how will the task completion be judged?"
"We can sign a contract under the witness of a Great Being."
"As for completion, it's simple: the number of people you find, and their quality."
Leyton smiled and took out a notarized document he had prepared beforehand, handing it to Trissy.
It wasn't difficult for him to create a notarized document by simulating a Notary's ability.
Trissy took the notarized document with a hint of unwillingness. She knew she couldn't refuse.
While she was checking if the notarized document had any problems, Leyton spoke to himself, "In a few days, I'll give you a Mystical Item that can change your appearance. I think you should need it very much now, unless you like hiding in places like the sewers all the time."
"Remember to change your name back. It has too deep a connection with the Primordial Demoness."
"My name? ...Cheek?"
Trissy's expression was first confused, then shocked. She subconsciously wanted to pronounce the name but cautiously waited two seconds before saying the word completely.
"Don't say it casually, it's easy to attract attention."
He didn't say whose attention it was easy to attract, but Trissy had already realized, and her face suddenly turned pale.
She somewhat suspected whether she had stepped into the Demoness Sect's conspiracy from the moment she consumed the Assassin potion.
After Trissy and Leyton each wrote their names on the notarized document, Leyton snapped his fingers, and the notarized document disappeared into thin air in a golden flame.
He could clearly feel something like a restraint falling onto his Spirit Body, indicating that the notarization had been established.
Leyton reached forward, opening a "Door" in mid-air that connected to his rented place. Before leaving, he told Trissy the ritual required by the Iron-Blooded Knight, considering it an advance payment: "Form a team of at least thirty people, cultivate deep camaraderie with them, let them successively become strong, cooperate tacitly, understand your intentions through glances and actions, become almost one with each other, and then let them form the ritual."
"The higher the team's strength and tacit understanding, the better the ritual's effect. For you Demonesses, this shouldn't be too difficult, at least you can persuade them."
Before Trissy could get completely angry, Leyton stepped into the Spirit World and left the place.
Back on Minsk Street, Leyton took out the Biologist's characteristic, preparing to create a Mystical Item for Bugs Bunny.
The next moment, he felt a momentary trance, his eyes seeming to be covered by a layer of hazy substance, and his whole person became calm and blank.
A scene unfolded in his vision: two huge sailing ships, one after another, were chasing each other on the sea.
The chased sailing ship was dozens of meters long, clean and tidy overall, reflecting a golden color under the sunlight. The sailing ship behind it was mainly black and red, not clearly visible.
The scene only appeared for a brief two or three seconds before abruptly disappearing, and Leyton's eyes regained their color.
The Golden Dream and the Tree of Flesh and Blood. Is this urging me to go to the Golden Dream?
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