Klein was very nervous at this moment, but his mentality quickly adjusted.
I've seen everything, what else can I do... Klein looked at himself and didn't feel his mind changing silently.
This is a good thing.
I probably changed my mind unknowingly in front of this person, but I didn't notice it at all. Fortunately, the spirituality of the "dream" path was strong enough to be able to feel the changes in my mind.
"You..." Klein just glanced at the priest and looked away, not daring to look further.
This fits the character of Qonas Kilgor very well.
"You can contact the Witch Sect." Adam glanced at Klein and said softly.
"Yes!" Klein responded.
"Okay, get down!" Klein retreated under George III's order, not daring to have any thoughts during the process.
Even after returning to the MI9 office, Klein did not dare to make any changes and just carried out basic work.
It wasn't until a day passed and Klein didn't feel any actual danger that he dared to fiddle with the causal thread secretly. The spirit jumped directly up and landed on the gray mist.
"He didn't sit next to me and listen to my heart..." Klein rejoiced. Sitting next to Adam was definitely one of the scariest things.
"All the children born to the Creator have this style of painting..." Klein thought of Amon.
"Does He already know that I am a fake? He just maintains a certain tacit understanding with the goddess and has not exposed it?"
Such a "King of Angels" is staying in the Loen Palace. It would be strange for the Night Goddess to not know about it, but since there is no divine intervention or even dealing with it, there must be some tacit understanding that Klein doesn't know about.
"But now I may have become a pawn in their temptation and game..." Klein's eyelids twitched, but he could only accept this fate.
"Leave some phosphorus insects on the gray fog, keep an eye on my surroundings, and warn in time if anything goes wrong." Klein made arrangements and placed the phosphorus insects on top of the gray fog.
Afterwards, he returned to the real world and began to contact the Witch Cult through the method left by Qonas Kilgor.
The evil sacrifice performed by the Witch Sect and the Blood Worship Cult was actually planned by the Augustus family in order to kill those nobles.
Qonas Kilgor is the person responsible for contacting those two parties.
The last time two evil sects were able to build an altar in the suburbs of Backlund, it was all because of MI9's cover.
"The Blood Worship Cult has become extinct, and the contact information is of little use..."
"The Witch Cult..." Klein fiddled with it for a while and found a magic mirror from the darkroom in the office.
Klein drew a symbol on it the way he remembered it, and quietly waited for a response.
Buzz!
About ten minutes later, there seemed to be water ripples on the magic mirror, and a person appeared in the magic mirror.
Klein's pupils suddenly shrank, and he almost lost control!
Triss! Damn! Klein almost cursed, why is it her again? !
The water waves on the mirror gradually converged, and a witch with a beautiful face and a charming smile appeared in the mirror.
Isn't that Triss!
"..." After a while, Klein suppressed his inner desire to complain and asked, "How could it be you?!"
Qonas Kilgor was qualified to ask this question. When Hvin Rambis was still alive, Triss was guided by him to join the "Twilight Hermits".
As the deputy director of MI9, Qonas Kilger's attitude towards Triss also went from pursuit to cooperation.
"Why can't it be me?" Triss looked at Qonas Kilgor with a charming and weird smile on her face.
A wanted person from the Witch Sect suddenly became the head of Backlund District. This change of identity was so interesting.
"Have you returned to the Witch Cult?" Qonas Kilger asked.
"Are you interrogating me?" Triss narrowed her eyes, already a little impatient, and there seemed to be some kind of madness brewing in her eyes.
"I have to confirm whether you are qualified to cooperate with me." Klein's face turned cold and he stared at the person in the mirror.
"Do you want to die?" Triss's words made Klein jump slightly.
He dared to directly threaten the director of MI9. It seemed that his wings were really stiff... Klein was speechless, and then decisively gave up the idea of using his current identity to inquire about information, and said directly, "I have a commission here."
"Kill Pallas Negan."
"Okay!" The other party agreed extremely quickly.
"The reward I need is that your MI9 must help me find someone." The expression on Triss's face was much more vivid.
Klein inexplicably felt a dangerous aura.
"...Okay." Klein knew what she wanted to do without even asking.
"Paras Negan... I need you to create a chance for me." The delicate eyebrows in the mirror wrinkled and made another request.
After an assassination, the Duke rarely appeared on such occasions.
Even if he appears, it will be at events attended by high-sequence powerhouses.
In that case, even the Witch Sect would have difficulty succeeding.
"In three days, Duke Negan will attend a noble cocktail party, during which I will be present."
This was an arrangement that Klein had made before. He was here to deal with George III, but now he also wanted to take a look at Triss now.
"Okay." Triss nodded slightly and immediately cut off the contact.
"The person in charge of the Witch Sect turned out to be Triss... It's really a ghost."
Klein looked at the ordinary magic mirror in front of him and secretly complained in his heart.
Triss had completely broken up with the Witch Sect before and was fighting to the death. Now Triss is directly in charge of the Witch Sect in Backlund?
"I guided her to the Southern Continent before. The Southern Continent is the home of the Witch Sect. I thought the higher-ups of the Witch Sect would deal with her and take her back to the headquarters."
"Unexpectedly, this may have given him a chance to re-establish contact with the Witch Sect, and she may be a favored one by God..."
Klein could only say that he was speechless. Now that Triss may have gained the support of the Witch Sect, it would be even more difficult to deal with her.
"Observe and observe first..." Klein muttered. Fortunately, he is not Sherlock now, nor is he Klein.
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On the other side, Triss cut off contact with Qonas Kilgor, "MI9, the Augustus family, hum!"
Her fingers slowly entangled a strand of black hair, biting her lips lightly, and her charm naturally spread out.
"Death!" But the next moment, her eyes turned red, she waved her hand suddenly, and an ice blade shot out, piercing through a photo.
The person in the photo is John Constantine, who left the legend of the saint in Backlund.