Previously, when Roger contacted Mr. "The Fool" through the prayer ritual, both parties noticed something strange.
But at first, Klein only thought it was a flaw in the ritual design, until Audrey and Alger both performed the ritual—a perfectly normal ritual—that he realized Roger's situation was not universal.
After he determined there was no danger through divination, he came above the Gray Fog through the "Transportation Ritual," but unexpectedly found that the deep red star representing Roger had turned into a strange rust color, looking particularly odd.
This made Klein feel very curious. It was also from that time that he truly confirmed that Roger was not simply knowledgeable, but had something special like himself.
During this time, at the suggestion of Captain Dunn Smith, he specifically went to learn about the knowledge of secret organizations from Old Neil, and learned that Assassin and Instigator were the Sequence 9 and Sequence 8 potion names mastered by the "Witch Sect," respectively.
And this was completely consistent with what Roger had said at the "Tarot Club" before.
In addition, Klein and Captain Dunn and others cooperated to solve the Secret Order's "Clown" and sent the Antigonus Family's notes to the Cathedral, and he finally became a formal member of the Nighthawks.
The change of identity, coupled with the Triss incident entering the Nighthawks team's line of sight, Klein couldn't help but think about what the "Witch Sect" mentioned by Roger was doing in Backlund with human trafficking.
Facing Klein's question, Roger put down the wine glass in his hand, revealing a smile mixed with various emotions.
"You are indeed interested in this matter..." He sighed in his heart.
The Witch Sect in Backlund was not simply selling people, but was also related to the Godhood Rituals of King George III of Loen and Angel King Adam.
Not only that, the Twilight Hermit Society, the Psychological Alchemists, the Secret Order, and the Aurora Society all participated in it, and even the Orthodox Churches had different degrees of tacit approval of this matter.
It can be said that for a Sequence 8 "Chatterer" and a Sequence 9 "Diviner," getting involved in this matter is like poking a hole in the sky, and there will likely be no good results.
Because of Adam's own characteristics, even if you don't talk about him, just knowing his existence is extremely dangerous, and you may be woven into your own story by this Angel King-level "Author."
Roger himself had the corruption of "The One Who Unifies All Things" Yog-Sothoth, and was not afraid of Adam's peeking, but others were different.
So even with the protection of the "Source Fortress," Roger always talked about it as a common large-scale crime when mentioning this matter to the Tarot Club, and he didn't dare to let them know more.
Even if they were insignificant low-Sequence Beyonders, considering the two external aids of Gheros and the "Source Fortress," it was best to be careful.
Roger pondered for a while and came up with a solution.
"Klein."
He smiled and said, "Let's do a thought experiment."
"What thought experiment?" Hearing this, Klein immediately showed a curious expression.
"We assume there is a... 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 more than a hundred times more powerful than a telegraph.
“But on the other hand, if a person doesn't want to, they can also not be noticed by others.”
Roger carefully considered his words, and this description immediately attracted Melissa, making the young girl's eyes shine.
And Klein's heart skipped a beat:
"Is Mettis talking to me about the Internet?"
But on the surface, he nodded without changing his expression: "And then?"
“Under the protection of this system, some people are still the same, but some people will show their evil thoughts that they usually dare not express...
“In the end, under the trend of interests, underground human trafficking will begin... In the end, it is not themselves who decide the fate of these poor people, not even those who sell them.”
"Who is that?" Benson was confused, and Melissa was also a little confused by Roger's jumping logic.
“Sorry, this story is over.” Roger took a sip of wine, revealing a somewhat helpless smile.
After hearing this story, Klein thought for a moment and reacted.
Before the transmigration, he had seen this story.
Some perverted people would establish secret live broadcast rooms on the Internet, specializing in human trafficking and violence, while the audience would give rewards and decide the fate of others based on their own selfish desires.
"Audience..."
Klein seemed to taste something, but Roger shook his head at him.
Such a fragmented story, if it weren't for people who had personally experienced the 21st century, they wouldn't understand the essence of it at all.
And its cunning 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 carry out, so they will not generate further understanding, and will not even have obvious projections in the collective subconscious world.
Only transmigrators from the same era, who often surf the Internet, can understand the deep meaning.
But even so, they cannot directly realize the existence of Adam, and can only raise a defensive mentality towards the Beyonders of the "Audience" pathway.
“I don't understand.”
Klein's heart was rippling, full of thoughts, but on the surface, he sighed.
Immediately, he smiled and said, "But the new telegraph you just mentioned is indeed an interesting idea. I am very much looking forward to the royal scientists of Backlund being able to create it."
“Cheers to this era!” Klein raised his glass.
Roger, Benson, and Melissa also raised their glasses, and the three of them drank the contents of their glasses.
“Thank you for the treat, I have to go back first.”
Roger supported his body and stood up, picking up the sleeping Bandit.
The other three also got up to see them off, and Roger waved his hand and left on his own.
The next day at noon.
Roger, who hadn't slept all night, watched the Bandit in the hat stretch lazily and stand up, and then walked towards the cabinet with cat food with steady steps, entered through the door, and ate heartily inside, as if nothing had happened.
Roger opened the cabinet door, observed the Tabby Cat for a while, and after confirming that it had recovered, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't know if it was his illusion, but Bandit's eyes were clearer than a few days ago, and even showed an expression of reminiscence.
“Could it be that the potion has digested some?”
Roger's heart moved, and he took out two cards, on which he wrote the names "Roger" and "Klein" respectively.
Seeing that Bandit was full, he called the Tabby Cat over and pointed to the two cards.
“What's my name?” he asked tentatively.
The Tabby Cat thought for a moment and pounced on the card with "Roger" written on it.