"If Libert's goal is to become friends with me and then leverage my unique abilities to achieve their purpose in the future, they might have already succeeded halfway..." Klein sighed, his smile tinged with helplessness.
Upon reflection, although he hadn't known Lynn for a very long time, if Lynn ever needed his help in the future and it didn't go against his principles or require him to risk his life, Klein knew he wouldn't be able to refuse.
Similarly, he was aware that if he ever needed Lynn's help, Lynn might complain a bit, but would definitely be willing to assist.
"Perhaps this was also within their expectations?" Klein sighed again, then raised his hand to rub his temples as he thought of another matter: "But no matter what, with Lynn suffering from amnesia, the only one who might know the truth now is the angel from my hometown."
The situation had come full circle. Regardless of who had written the script regarding Klein's fate, he would need to find the angel from his hometown to get answers.
"Damn it! What's with these big shots and their love for writing scripts? The angel from my hometown is like this, and the former Lynn seemed to have this habit too. But it felt more like arrangements made based on prophecy..." Klein muttered inwardly, a vague idea suddenly flashing in his mind.
Could it be that the angel from his hometown was also making arrangements based on prophecy?
Their seemingly casual, yet carefully thought-out scripts might not be the result of meticulous planning but rather foreknowledge. Even random jottings appeared to be precisely arranged.
After all, there's a saying that the most terrifying conspiracy is foreseeing the future.
The angel from his hometown and Lynn... Klein almost subconsciously thought of a possibility but then immediately dismissed it.
"Impossible. They can't be the same person. The angel from my hometown would have no reason to stay by my side as Lynn. If they wanted to be friends, they could have done so directly, using their identity as my fellow townsman and their life-saving grace in Tingen. They could have become my friend much faster than Lynn." Klein thought rationally:
"In fact, so far, though I'm unhappy with their arrangements, I can't really dislike them..."
This was true. The angel from his hometown had never crossed the line. They had saved Klein and Dunn Smith's lives initially, prevented the calamity of an evil god's offspring, helped Klein kill Lanevus to avenge Tingen, and recently reported the Desire Apostle behind the Devil Dog, thus avoiding retribution from the Desire Apostle.
Even regarding the Quelaag Club, while Klein wasn't sure what was hidden there, the angel from his hometown had shown goodwill by warning him. They could have easily chosen not to.
Therefore, although the angel from his hometown was quite enigmatic and made Klein want to drag them out for a beating, he didn't actually dislike them.
In fact, Klein was grateful to them.
Regardless of their motives, without them, Klein and the entire Tingen team might have fallen to 0-08 and Ince Zangwill's schemes, and there would be no present.
"Despite wanting to advance and free myself from this predetermined fate, which nobody likes, even if it's well-intentioned..." Klein's thoughts drifted slightly before he pulled himself back.
"Lynn and the angel from my hometown, they aren't the same person, but..."
"Their relationship... might be closer than I initially thought."
Klein originally believed the angel from his hometown and the former Lynn were old friends with some sort of deal, which was why they were particularly caring towards the amnesiac Lynn.
But now Klein felt their relationship might not be that simple.
Too many doubts and similarities made Klein's head hurt more. He rubbed his temples, deciding to stop thinking about the mysterious hometown angel and his silly little partner.
Klein's gaze swept through the bar, looking for the local leader described by the informant from the Evernight Church, Kaspars Kalinin.
Before Klein could find the target matching the description, he paused at the sight of a man sitting quietly by the bar, drinking.
The man in a white shirt and black vest had deep black eyes filled with restrained, suppressed malice, making his pale, almost lifeless face look even more eerie and frightening.
A Beyonder... Klein immediately judged, but he quickly averted his gaze without doing anything noticeable.
He could tell that despite the man by the bar seeming dangerous, he was controlling himself. The malice leaking out unintentionally seemed more like it stemmed from the pathway itself rather than indicating the man was inherently bad.
To be honest, such behavior made Klein almost subconsciously think of the keyword—"Temperance Faction."
Since arriving in Backlund, Klein had read some materials about the Rose School of Thought due to his higher clearance, including descriptions of the Temperance Faction.
Although it might be a coincidence, the man indeed fit the Temperance Faction's description... Klein muttered inwardly, noting the man's appearance while planning to first find Kaspars Kalinin.
Since the man in the white shirt and black vest was also in the Brave Bar at this time, he was likely another attendee of the gathering. At the very least, as the local leader, Kaspars Kalinin might know something about him.
As a Nighthawk, Klein couldn't just ignore a potential member of a hidden organization. At the very least, he had to gather some information to confirm the man's harmlessness.
But if the man was indeed a member of the Temperance Faction, why would he be here?
TN: This Bravehearts Bar is dangerous, it just tripled Klein IQ.
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(End of Chapter)