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A dock appeared on the screen. A ship slowly approached the shore, its whistle blaring. A subtitle read: Damir Port White Agate.
This! Klein's eyes widened slightly, a sudden thought coming to his mind that seemed absurd.
[The scene zooms in. Many people disembark here, including a familiar face wearing a black woolen coat and a half-high silk hat.]
Gehrman Sparrow!
With the exception of the Moretti siblings, who were unfamiliar with the extraordinary world, everyone present recognized this face. Before they could even consider anything, the scene on the screen fast-forwarded.
A young brother and sister took advantage of their parents' inattention to greet Gehrman. The stern-faced adventurer smiled back.
"Shit!" Danitz cursed subconsciously, and when he noticed everyone else looking at him, he shrank back, still muttering in disbelief in his heart. There was no way that madman could have such a gentle expression, absolutely!
And now he also remembered when this happened. It was very likely that he would see himself make an appearance next! And it would be a very embarrassing appearance!
Thinking of that inhumane experience, Danitz shuddered.
Derrick looked at him strangely. In his impression, this messenger of God had always been friendly and dignified. The words that just came out of his mouth did not sound like what a messenger of God should say.
"Now I'm going to explain some rules," the voice said again. "If you're not paying attention to the screen, the image will be paused."
At this moment, Hermann's gentle smile was still on the screen. Klein really couldn't look at it directly. If he wasn't wearing Merlin's vest, he would be even more embarrassed.
"Some of you may have guessed that what I showed you all really happened, and it's a secret or dark history that some people would never let others know."
Having said that, the calm tone could not conceal the sense of gloating.
Klein had reason to suspect that this mysterious being had created such a large-scale event just to expose the secrets and dark histories of everyone present and publicly execute them.
What kind of wicked taste is this? It's even worse than Amon's! Klein thought of the monocle and that face that always wore a cheerful smile, and silently changed his words: No, Amon is still worse.
The most important question now is, will "He" reveal my true identity as a time traveler? This is too cruel! Klein didn't dare to think about it anymore.
Others were also silently thinking about their own shameful secrets.
"Don't be afraid, I am also a kind person and will give you a chance to save yourself."
Regardless of whether everyone believed in this voice in their hearts, they all appeared convinced and respectful on the surface.
"After you have finished reading everything, before you leave here, each of you can make the others forget one thing they learned here."
"That's all I have to say. Please continue."
When everyone came out of their own thoughts and focused their attention on the screen, the picture began to change.
At the entrance of a bar, Hermann glanced at the "Flying Fish and Wine" sign and walked over to the wall covered with wanted posters. The huge screen and high-definition images allowed everyone to clearly see every detail of each piece of paper.
"It's all about money..." Hermann paused, watching for a long moment. The figure on the screen didn't open his mouth, but the words came out clearly. A thoughtful reminder appeared in the subtitles below: This is the inner thought.
He even spilled his guts? Is he really going to kill me like that? He's definitely targeting me. He's going to destroy my image! But compared to exposing my Fool identity, the destruction of Hermann's image doesn't seem like a serious problem…
Thinking of this, Klein became even more desperate.
As for whether these inner thoughts were true, no one doubted them. This space was already magical enough that it wasn't hard to imagine that it could reveal a person's inner thoughts.
"Mr. World is indeed a money-lover, but that's not a flaw. He's a principled, kind gentleman. It's okay if he likes money a little; it makes him much more lovable." Audrey pursed her lips guiltily, afraid that others would notice her evaluation of Hermann.
Leonard almost laughed when he saw the inner voice. This was truly in line with Klein's characteristics.
Danitz's mood wasn't so good, however. He felt that this was the cold-blooded and crazy adventurer he knew. In his eyes, all pirates were walking gold medals, including himself!
Fors was even more afraid of German. This crazy adventurer really didn't care about those living people at all. He just wanted to turn those poor pirates into money. No wonder he often used his extraordinary characteristics.
[The scene changes, and Hermann is already sitting in the bar.
"Want to play cards? A man pointed to the stairs on the side of the bar and said to Hermann.
"No." Hermann refused coldly.
The captain reached out as if to pat his shoulder, but paused, retracted his hand, adjusted his dark red coat, and warned him, "Don't look for women here."
Hermann nodded, picked up his beer and took a sip.
*Also, don't trust anyone here. Only a small part of what they say is true." The captain said as he stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor.
Gehrman glanced sideways at him, his expression unchanged as he asked, "Including you?"
"...Maybe." The captain was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "At least my warning just now was true. Well, it's also true that I'm a man!"
Gehrman looked away and drank in silence.
"That's not necessarily true... There is a kind of magic potion in this world called witch."
Although there were no subtitles this time, everyone understood that this was Hermann's inner thoughts being expressed.
Leonard grinned silently, his smile was very conscienceless. Was Klein traumatized by the witch?
*Potion?" Melissa asked quietly. Benson was the only one present who looked confused.
Audrey knew what Melissa wanted to ask, and she also understood that as the images played out, they would inevitably learn many secrets. So she answered without hiding anything, "It's just as you thought. What you drank was a magic potion."
Melissa had drunk the potion? When did it happen? Did Klein know? Questions popped up in Leonard's mind.
Melissa hadn't expected that her secret had already been known by Miss Audrey, but her astonishment subsided when she heard Audrey's voice.
"After drinking the potion, people who possess special abilities are called Beyonders. You should have guessed that everyone here, except your brother, is a Beyonder."
Klein silently added: And except for a few embarrassing Sequence 5 players, all the Beyonders here are demigods... Thinking about it this way, my social circle is still quite powerful.
After Klein divined that it was harmless, he picked up the cup in front of him and took a sip. His eyes lit up. It was sweet iced tea!
No one interrupted Audrey's explanation. Although what she was talking about now was the basics of the mysterious world, as they watched, they might have some questions of their own. With this explanation in mind, others could discuss it later.
Benson suddenly realized something and looked at Leonard fiercely: "Are you also a Beyonder? Then, what about Klein?"
Leonard knew he couldn't hide it any longer, so he could only nod and admit, "He is, too, and an official Beyonder of the Church of the Evernight Goddess."
Is he really an official of the Church of Evernight? How did Mr. World do it? Isn't he Mr. Fool's favored one? Audrey listened in silence, quietly giving the emotionally charged siblings a few soothing words.
Melissa took a deep breath, her voice hoarse: "How did he die?"
Leonard didn't know if what he was about to watch would reveal Klein's resurrection, but for now he could only pretend it wasn't happening. If it did, he could explain it later. But if this dimension hadn't been exposed, and he'd told Benson and Melissa about it... he might have to attend the next Tarot meeting with Beyonder characteristics.
Leonard's expression turned serious. "I didn't lie to you about this. He is the hero who saved Tingen."
"Klein and our captain stopped the Evil God's offspring from descending! They protected everyone in Tingen!"
Seeing Melissa and Benson fighting back tears, Klein sighed inwardly, but he had already decided to cut off contact with his family.
"If the following content reveals the secret of my resurrection, let them forget about it." Klein pondered while holding a sweet iced tea.
Fors and Xio exchanged a glance, each seeing surprise and admiration in the other's eyes. Although they didn't know who Klein was, the fact that he had sacrificed himself to stop the evil god and succeeded was enough to earn their respect.
Azik glanced at Leonard and then looked away. If Klein hadn't revealed his identity to the siblings, he naturally wouldn't have done anything unnecessary.
Although other people are more sensitive about the offspring of the evil god, after all, it involves no one they know, and it is also someone else's sore spot, so naturally no one will get to the bottom of the matter.
Everyone was waiting for the brother and sister to calm down so they could continue watching.
Although I was a little confused about being brought here, I was a little excited when I thought about seeing some things that I would never have known otherwise.