Previously, when Roger contacted Mr.
The Fool through the prayer ritual, both parties noticed some strange occurrences.
However, at first, Klein only thought it was a flaw in the ritual design.
It wasn’t until Audrey and Alger performed the ritual separately—a perfectly normal ritual—that he realized Roger’s situation was not common.
After he confirmed there was no danger through divination, he arrived at the Above the Gray Fog through the “Luck Transfer Ritual,” only to unexpectedly find that the deep red star representing Roger had turned into a strange, rusty color, looking particularly odd.
This made Klein feel very peculiar.
It was also from that moment that he truly confirmed Roger was not simply knowledgeable, but had some special quality, just like himself.
During this period, under the suggestion of Captain Dunn Smith, Klein specifically studied knowledge about secret organizations with Old Neil and learned that Assassin and Instigator were the names of Sequence 9 and Sequence 8 potions controlled by the Demoness Sect, respectively.
And this was completely consistent with what Roger had said earlier at the Tarot Club.
Coupled with Klein and Captain Dunn’s collaboration in eliminating the Clown of the Hermetic Order and sending the Antigonus family’s notebook to the cathedral, he finally became an official member of the Nighthawks.
With the change in his identity and the Triss incident coming to the attention of the Nighthawks team, Klein couldn’t help but ponder what was truly behind the Demoness Sect’s human trafficking activities in Backlund, which Roger had mentioned.
Facing Klein’s question, Roger put down his wine glass and revealed a complex smile.
“You’re interested in this matter after all…” He sighed inwardly.
The Demoness Sect’s activities in Backlund were not merely simple human trafficking; they were also related to the apotheosis rituals of the current Loen King George III and the King of Angels Adam.
Not only that, the Twilight Hermit Order, Psychology Alchemists, Hermetic Order, and Aurora Order were all involved, and even the True God Churches had different degrees of tacit approval for this matter.
It could be said that for a Sequence 8 “Clamorist” and a Sequence 9 “Seer,” getting involved in this matter was akin to poking a hole in the sky, and most likely would not end well.
Due to Adam’s own characteristics, even not discussing him, just knowing of his existence, was extremely dangerous; one might be woven into his own story by this King of Angels-level “Author.”
Roger himself had the contamination of Yog-Sothoth, Yog-Sothoth, the One of All Things, and was not afraid of Adam’s prying, but others were different.
Therefore, even with the protection of Sefirah Castle, when Roger brought up this matter with the Tarot Club, he always discussed it as a normal large-scale criminal event, and dared not let them know more.
Even if they were insignificant low-Sequence Beyonders, considering the two cheats of Ghroth and Sefirah Castle, it was best to be careful.
Roger pondered for a moment and came up with a plan.
“Klein.”
He smiled, “Let’s do a thought experiment.” Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
“What thought experiment?” Hearing this, Klein immediately showed a curious expression.
“Let’s assume there’s a kind of…
mechanism, a system, that allows people to communicate at any time without meeting, similar to a telegraph, but faster, more convenient, with more functions, and over a hundred times more powerful than a telegraph.
“But on the other hand, if a person doesn’t want to, he can also remain undetected by others.”
Roger carefully chose his words.
This description immediately captivated Melissa, making the girl’s eyes light up.
Klein, however, felt his heart skip a beat:
“Is Meters talking about the internet with me?”
But on the surface, he nodded calmly: “And then?”
“Under the protection of such a system, some people remain as they are, but others will express the evil thoughts they usually dare not show….
“Ultimately, driven by profit, underground human trafficking will begin…
and the fate of these poor people will no longer be decided by themselves, or even by those who sell them.”
“Who then?” Benson was confused, and Melissa was also somewhat lost by Roger’s jumping logic.
“Sorry, that story is over.” Roger took a sip of wine and showed a somewhat helpless smile.
After hearing the story, Klein thought for a moment and reacted.
He had seen this story before he transmigrated.
Some perverted people would set up secret live streams on the internet, specifically abducting people and committing violence, while viewers would give rewards, deciding the fate of others based on their own selfish desires.
“Audience…”
Klein seemed to grasp something, but Roger shook his head slightly at him.
Such a fragmented story, if one had not personally experienced the 21st century, one would not be able to understand its essence at all.
Its tricky part lies in the fact that it completely bypasses the cognitive system of most people in this world; even if they hear it, they cannot establish effective contextual connections, and even logical reasoning is difficult to perform, so there will be no further understanding, let alone a significant projection in the collective subconscious world.
Only transmigrators from the same era who frequently surf the internet can understand the deeper meaning within.
But even so, they cannot directly realize Adam’s existence, only develop a sense of precaution against Beyonders of the “Audience” pathway. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
“I don’t understand.”
Klein’s heart was stirred, his imagination running wild, but on the surface, he let out a long sigh.
Then he smiled and said, “However, the new telegraph you just mentioned is indeed an interesting concept.
I very much look forward to the royal scientists in Backlund being able to build it.”
“To this era!” Klein raised his glass.
Roger, Benson, and Melissa also raised their glasses, and the three of them drained the contents.
“Thanks for the hospitality, I have to go back now.”
Roger supported himself and stood up, picking up Bandit, who had fallen asleep.
The other three also stood up to see him off, and Roger waved his hand, departing on his own.
The next day at noon.
Roger, who had been awake all night, watched Bandit stretch, stand up from inside his hat, and then walk steadily towards the cabinet with the cat food, passing through the door and feasting inside as if nothing had happened.
Roger opened the cabinet door and observed the tabby cat for a while.
After confirming that it had recovered, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He wondered if it was his imagination, but Bandit’s eyes were clearer than a few days ago, even showing a reminiscent expression.
“Did the potion digest a bit?”
Roger’s heart stirred.
He took out two cards and wrote the names “Roger” and “Klein” on them respectively.
Seeing that Bandit had eaten his fill, he called the tabby cat over and pointed to the two cards.
“What’s my name?” he tentatively asked.
The tabby cat thought for a moment and then pounced on the card with “Roger” written on it.