Dream's favor?" Leonard was startled.
He is also a nominal dream cultist.
Of course, like most Nighthawks, he is not a pure dream cultist. This name is usually used when receiving salary.
"Haha, there are many dream believers, but few can truly be favored." Pales Zoroaster chuckled.
"Old man, what's going on?" Leonard asked.
"You can tell just by looking at him." Pales was lazy and didn't want to answer.
"..." Leonard was speechless, but decided to raise his attention to Klein to another level.
Well... Palles ended up in this situation after all. He was defeated in the battle with Amon, but he still escaped and saved himself.
If Amon failed to catch Him, He won!
By chance, He parasitized Leonard and infiltrated the Church of the Night.
He originally wanted to hide from Amon here, but what he didn't expect was that he would meet Truman here.
This also made him more determined to parasitize Leonard. After all, Truman is here, and this is definitely the safest place in the world.
…
In a private house with a red chimney in Tingen City, a man with a gloomy face held a quill and hung it on a piece of white paper, seeming to be thinking about how to write.
The man's condition was not very good, and there seemed to be some malice surging in his eyes, which was the backlash from the quill.
And there are already a few lines of words written on the white paper.
"Tris finally made up his mind to be promoted to a 'Witch', and coincidentally bought enough materials at the Beyonder Market in Tingen to complete the promotion as quickly as possible."
"Tris is so pure and outstanding that she is admired by other members of the Witch Cult."
"In order to protect Tris, the Witch Cult has made a decision."
"As we all know, the Witch Cult not only believes in the 'Original Witch', but also believes in 'Dream', so there is no reason for them not to go to St. Selina Church to take a look."
The man holding the quill could no longer put pen to paper because he had discovered that there were some deviations in his script.
In the next moment, the quill was even out of the man's control, writing quickly on the paper.
"Oh, poor Ince Zangwill, the script he wrote is really bad. The Notes of Antigonus that were supposed to contaminate the Nighthawks team were lost, and even Klein Moretti was not killed. Death leaves a hidden danger."
"The Nighthawks have locked the notebook through Mr. Klein Moretti, and because of Ms. Daly's participation, they will most likely be able to solve this incident easily."
"With Ms. Daly who is powerful enough, the Nighthawks team will not be contaminated by the notes, which also means that they will follow the path of destiny."
"Ince Zangwill's script is going to be torn..."
Just when the quill was about to conclude the story, a pale hand held it and forcibly stopped its writing.
Ince Zangwill then began to refine his idea.
"After becoming a witch, Tris was too arrogant and was discovered by the Nighthawks, putting her in crisis."
"The Witch Sect is also unable to find her for the time being. Of course, the friendly Ince Zangwill is happy to cooperate with them."
The quill paused for a few seconds, then started another line.
"Everyone will die, including Mr. Klein Moretti."
The fate written with a quill begins to take shape in reality.
Just as it happened, a certain Klein Moretti, who was lying down after returning home from work for a day, suddenly felt some kind of terrifying malice coming!
"What's going on?!" Klein jumped up from the bed and pulled out the revolver as quickly as possible.
But when Klein sensed it carefully, the sense of crisis faded away like a tide, leaving no trace.
"The crisis sensor was triggered!" Klein tensed up and looked around, cautiously checking under the bed, in the cabinets, and even in the bathroom.
But after battling with the air for about ten minutes, Klein didn't notice anything unusual.
"What's going on? Is this crisis sensor fake?" Klein couldn't help but complain.
Klein was confused. He had only become a "divineer" a few days ago and a "wisher" today. His understanding of the occult was not deep enough.
After confirming that there was no crisis for the time being, Klein began to summarize all his abilities, mainly focusing on "Prayers".
"The essence of the power of the 'Prayer' should be the high spiritual perception of the outside world."
"But this perception is based on my cognitive construction. If I subconsciously think that drinking cold water may cause the Black Death, will the cold water become the source of my sense of crisis? Every time I come into contact with cold water, I will jump. ?"
Klein thinks this is very scientific, but it is not mystical!
"There should be more magical powers, instructions from fate? How is it different from 'divination'..."
"The 'diviner' needs to be played, but where is the 'prayer'..."
…
The light of the morning sun passes through the glass window and disperses into softer and more detailed brilliance. These brilliance fall on the flawless body of a girl, which is very stunning.
"Master... she's so beautiful!" For a moment, Triss felt that drinking that bottle of "witch" potion was not an unacceptable thing.
This body is so perfect that the first person who sees it is mesmerized by it.
"Witch Sect? Humph, I'd better not go back to this weird sect. No matter how good I am at Sequence Seven, I'll be good at it." Triss still had some of the ruffianism she had before her transformation.
She didn't know what the Witch Sect wanted to do, but for the sake of safety, she had better stay away from the limelight.
Triss spent a lot of time putting on the woman's dress she bought, letting her hair down, and putting on a hat with a black gauze.
At this moment, Tris and Tris became two completely different people.
"Good, no one will be able to recognize me anymore."
Triss took her assets and prepared to run away.
Everything was going smoothly originally. He had already arrived at Tingen Railway Station. He only needed to buy a ticket to Backlund to leave Tingen and start a new life of his own.
"Hello, we are the police..." Tris subconsciously looked up to where the sound came from.
There were two policemen wearing black and white-checked uniforms and soft hats with badges. They were questioning the station staff with a portrait.
Triss lowered her head subconsciously, not wanting to look at these people. This was a habit she had formed over a long time.
"Huh?" Klein suddenly felt something, and looked at a girl wearing a gray dress and a black gauze hat.
Very beautiful... This was Klein's first feeling when he saw this girl's profile.