“Woo--!”

Klein, who was sleeping, was awakened by the sound that suddenly appeared in his mind. The interlaced illusory shouts, accompanied by the echo of invisible whispers, even his spirit began to become irritable and messy.

It seemed as if he was about to fall asleep, but he heard a fight upstairs blowing the table and smashing the floor...

Well, okay, he heard a fight while he was sleeping soundly.

With a loud bang, Klein's irritation popped up from the bed, and squeezed his temples that were throbbing hard, with an inexplicable look on his face. This was not the first time this happened. After he regained his emotions slightly through half-meditation, he turned his eyes to his right hand. Sure enough, on the back of his hand, four black dots appeared again at some point.

"It's only six o'clock! Who is praying to me at this time?"

Klein glanced at the mechanical clock on the wall. Although there were still some traces of getting up on his face, he still quickly walked four steps and came to the gray fog. His figure suddenly appeared in the towering palace like a giant's residence, and the deep red stars that were constantly shrinking and expanding were reflected in his eyes.

Klein raised his right hand, spreading his spirituality, and touched the star that symbolized the "demon" who joined the Tarot Club yesterday. With a bang, his eyes immediately became blurred and twisted. A man in a white shirt and a black vest was sitting in front of the window, facing the morning light, pressing against his buried forehead with his hands in a posture of holding hands.

"The fools who do not belong to this era;"

"You are the mysterious master above the grey fog;"

"You are the king of yellow and black who controls good luck."

"Thank you for your grace that allows me to have a wonderful morning."

...

“Let me have a wonderful morning.”

...

“Have a wonderful morning.”

...

Klein listened to Mr. Demon's prayer in a manic and chaotic state of mind, and his expression became weird:

"You have a wonderful morning and are coming to disturb my sleep?"

But what can he do?

As an ancient and great being, should we tell this believer - "Mr. Fool is going to sleep, please delay prayer for two hours?"

What's more, Mr. Demon needs to rely on prayer to digest the potion.

"It's really not easy to be a secret existence, but I'm just a believer so miserable. Do those true gods don't have to sleep when facing millions of believers?"

Klein arranged a little in his heart to comfort himself, then sighed softly, passing his response to the crimson stars along the subtle connection:

"I see."

...

"I see."

"I see."

"I see."

...

As layers of fog appeared in front of his eyes, a twisted and blurred figure appeared in the deepest part of his vision. His eyes were flowing with crimson red, and the sound kept echoing in Snow's ears.

Feeling the potion's solid shell cracks again, Snow's face showed a satisfied smile. He took a deep breath and then stood up and began to welcome the day's life.

Although he said that, he actually had nothing to do, so he could only stay in the room and write books with the typewriter improved by Emperor Rossell.

Yes, writing books. Although his former job was a veterinarian, he had been staying in the room after arriving in Tingen, and even killing people was for Tris to do it.

In this case, Snow, who had a lot of spare time, naturally had to start his old career in his previous life and pass the time by writing books.

But to be honest, for Tris, who has the abilities of invisibility and curse, and as the noble Sequence 7, it is really a good deal to kill two unprepared secret prayers to get those very high-end and useful occult knowledge.

As for why it was clearly the one Tris killed, Snow wanted to carry forward the tradition of the Jiguo Club and declared that he was responsible for this incident...

Of course it is to leave a good impression on Mr. A!

Well, you read it right, it's a good impression!

The Aurora will only have madmen and hidden madmen. The more you act like a lunatic, the more relieved the Aurora will be.

Especially if you can show a relatively rational appearance while being crazy and serve the real Creator wholeheartedly, then you are your own person among your own people - even if you kill your own people.

...

While complaining about Jiguohui's corporate culture, he typing on the keyboard.

Characters appeared on the manuscript paper, and Snow quickly entered the state.

“Jojo, human abilities have their limits.”

"I learned something from my short life..."

"The more you play with your plans, the more you will make mistakes in unexpected places..."

...

As he tapped the words that had almost been engraved in DNA, the picture that almost appeared in front of him was transcribed into words and burned on the page, Snow's hand speed was getting faster and faster.

After he confirmed that Huang Witch's taste was really good, Mr. Tao left behind the manga's private area and decided to start writing something to pass the time, he had the idea of ​​moving jojo.

He was not worried about being noticed by Klein, or if it could be noticed, it would be in line with his hopes - because he needed a source of intelligence.

According to the memory of the predecessor, Panredax was indeed an ancient aristocratic family, but not the kind of large family that mastered the sequence pathways.

In order to make him feel more smooth with all kinds of secrets, Snow is planning a more adventurous plan-

He intends to make Klein feel that a certain ancestor of the Panredax family is probably a time traveler like the Great Emperor!

Although he has not yet decided whether this time traveler ancestor is grandfather or great-grandfather, this itself is something that can be left blank.

He would not clearly tell Klein how prominent his family was, nor would he deliberately say that his ancestors were time travelers, but he would leave various traces in his life and let Klein make relevant judgments on his own.

This is just a chess move, but it is very important.

After all, in his opinion, the traces of time travelers on a person are very difficult to eliminate. Not to mention Mr. Huang's slut, nor to mention the Maoist priest and goddess sister who copied the scriptures, even Klein exudes a temperament that does not belong to this era.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, this temperament is just a personal style, but in the eyes of people who are time travelers, such temperament is easy to attract attention.

It's okay if the sequence is low now, but when Klein's sequence improves, his experience increases, and his eyesight becomes stronger, these traits will become more obvious.
Chapter completed!