Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Klein looked at Leonard. The detective's originally serious and stern expression suddenly collapsed, and all kinds of indescribable expressions surged into his emerald eyes, even making the pair of gems covered with a shimmering water light. The ecstasy of meeting an old friend, the shock of just recovering his memory, the emotion of his youth, and the sadness that finally permeated time, all melted into the silent moonlight at this moment. Finally, Leonard closed his eyes and squeezed his eyelids hard. When he opened his eyes again, he was the cold and sharp Detective Leonard again.

Seeing the tarot cards flashing by in his field of vision and Leonard's changing expression, Klein understood that Leonard had regained his memory and even extraordinary power under this opportunity, which was exactly the same as the trigger mechanism Melissa mentioned.

But Klein, who had suddenly experienced all this, couldn't help but complain in his heart: Poet, your conditions for triggering awakening are too simple! Can I be awakened just by seeing me? You're almost rushing in and giving it away for free! !

"Do you know these people?"

Detective Leonard showed programmer Klein several wanted criminals on his tablet. After Klein shook his head to indicate that he didn't recognize any of them, Leonard put away the tablet and turned to his subordinates to make the final conclusion: "There is no problem with this person, there is no problem at the scene, and we can end our police operation now."

Before leaving, Detective Leonard did not forget to leave a cold reminder to programmer Klein: "It's been a bit chaotic recently. If you see these people, contact us immediately."

As Klein closed the door, he muttered to himself: If we really meet this kind of person, who knows who to be wary of?

However, the wanted criminals on the run are just criminals far away. For Klein, it is better to prepare to deal with the criminals who are right in front of him.

So Klein tidied up the messy glass table in front of the window, piled the documents and computer neatly aside, and hid the Void Match and Melissa's pocket watch, allowing the smooth and transparent table to fully embrace the bright white moonlight tonight. Finally, Klein simply used his ability to change himself into a set of traditional Loen three-piece suits from the Fifth Epoch, dressed himself up again as he had in his original look a thousand years ago, tidied up his appearance, chose the most domineering and cool boss pose, and sat in front of the glass table facing the window.

After all, life should have more ritual!

However, I sat there waiting for more than an hour, and the scene outside the window was still as peaceful as a still painting.

It looks like that modern outfit is not easy to take off.

Klein thought about it and couldn't help but put the bowl of stew on the table again. Thanks to modern industry, under the protection of the double-layer insulation bowl, this bowl of delicious stew still exudes the warmth that heals the heart. He picked up the chopsticks and poked into the bowl. The tender meat was still delightful. So Klein was content to pick up the meat.

“Klein——!”

At this moment, the window in front of him suddenly opened, and Leonard suddenly appeared on Klein's windowsill. His handsome face had a silly smile that Klein was familiar with, and the cold and sharp detective demeanor he had not long ago disappeared completely.

He nimbly jumped from Klein's windowsill to the glass table and then to the ground. His green eyes rolled, his nose moved, and he quickly and swiftly took away the bowl of fragrant stew before Klein could react. He took two steps, grabbed a chair, sat down with a bang, and stuffed big chunks of stew into his mouth without saying a word.

"Klein is worthy of being my good brother in fortune-telling!"

Leonard yelled at Crane incoherently.

"I didn't expect you to have figured out that I didn't have dinner today and specially prepared a midnight snack for me!"

Klein's veins bulged as he failed to successfully protect his midnight snack. In the end, he suppressed his emotions, put on a professional fake smile to Leonard, and curled up in another chair to pick up his remaining aura and try to put on airs.

"What brings you here so late? I thought you were going to give me a dream interview right after you turned around?"

“You think I didn’t want to?” Leonard mumbled to Klein incoherently, “Of course I tried! But after constructing the dream, I failed to invite you into the dream—I didn’t even send out a request or a prayer. I tried several times but failed, so I just ran over here.”

Leonard didn't seem surprised by the failure of the dream meeting. He chewed the food in his mouth and scraped the bowl with chopsticks skillfully, scraping the last bit of gravy and minced meat together, waiting to launch the final round of attack after swallowing the food in his mouth. But he seemed to be choking a little, and he chewed hard for a few times with a frown on his eyebrows.

You can't pull me into a dream... nor can you pray for the Fool... Klein keenly grasped the information in Leonard's conversation, but he didn't speak. The Leonard in the Sixth Epoch in front of him should be Leonard who has lived for more than a thousand years. No matter how disappointing he is, he should be an angel. Even the power of an angel can't work. It seems that things are really serious.

He didn't say anything and decided not to tell Leonard about his situation for the time being. He just raised his eyebrows and looked at Leonard with interest, wanting to see how much information he could get from Leonard now.

"Of course this is nothing new. After all, you are Mr. Fool, the Lord of Mysteries! With my power as a Sequence Two, I have no way of pulling you into my dream without your permission. And even if I were to forcibly contact you through dreams, as a Sequence Two, it would be tantamount to seeking death for me to single-handedly break into the dream of a half-crazy old man!"

As expected of Leonard, he vomited so much while just sitting here eating a bowl of meat. Klein slowly began to forgive Leonard's robbery of stewing meat.

Leonard himself, however, didn't care about such things at all. He said these words openly and with a clear conscience. When he said these angels and gods to Klein, it seemed like they had really become a side dish to go with his meal.

This passage contained a lot of information. Klein analyzed Leonard's mutterings one by one in his mind.

First of all, he did become a master of the mysteries above the sequence, known as the "Old Ones", at some point in the Fifth or Sixth Epoch. This was consistent with what the phantom Melissa said when he just woke up.

Then, Klein realized that Leonard had seen through his identity as The Fool at some point after the Utopia period, but now Klein didn't know how many layers of his fig leaf he had torn off. However, considering the gap between his own high status in the Sixth Epoch and Leonard's Sequence Two, he must have kept a lot of secrets from Leonard in order to protect him.

But, half crazy... Is this my ending in the Sixth Epoch...

Klein was not surprised by this outcome; he was more worried about the reason for this outcome.

After Leonard tried to swallow the coffee several times but failed, he angrily grabbed the mug from the glass table, gulped down the coffee in the mug, and slammed the mug on the glass table with a bang.

Good fellow, you cheated me of food and drinks! That was the coffee I was going to use to survive tonight! East Balam specialty coffee beans!

“It’s great…”

Leonard sighed comfortably, but when he looked up and saw Klein's fake smile, he lowered his head guiltily and muttered to himself while stirring his chopsticks.

"Besides, I'm a detective here now! It would be very troublesome if you suddenly disappeared from a bunch of subordinates and a bunch of cases! You have to arrange everything properly before you leave. Now is a special period, and several wanted criminals have made us work overtime. What's all this about!"

Leonard was nagging like he had been trapped in a jar with tons of bitter melon for hundreds of years. As soon as he caught up with Klein after a long absence, he started to vomit bitter water. More complicated thoughts became a greasy mess that choked Leonard's throat between the bowl and the chopsticks. He couldn't flow out and couldn't get rid of it. In the end, he could only vomit out some half-true and half-false complaints, just as a warm-up for the reunion of old friends.

"So, how can you blame me for coming so late? As usual, you always like to add some strange restrictions such as blindness and stupidity or extraordinary silence to your home. Although I have the status of Sequence 2, I only have the strength of Sequence 4. You ask me to come whenever you call. Isn't that asking too much?"

In fact, Leonard wanted to say more. He wanted to ask Klein whether he was still living happily and freely in this bizarre Sixth Epoch. He wanted to know what interesting new identity Klein had. He wanted to explore what efficient and secret new plans Klein had for the dangerous and twisted current situation. He wanted to know where he would have to give his all again...

But Klein didn't respond. He just smiled at him and listened to his endless chatter in silence.

The tacit understanding of more than a thousand years made Leonard believe in all of Klein's arrangements and plans, but some strange sense of disharmony still crawled up Leonard's intuition like moss, and the feeling of uneasiness took root in his own nagging.

"And this window, did you pry it off again? Well, you are finally not satisfied with prying open my doors and windows, and you are now doing it in your own house! I say, you are hundreds or thousands of years old, can you be as mature as me? Hey, come to think of it, you are Klein, the stew is really good, is there anything else..."

Leonard suddenly became quiet, put down the bowl, and looked up at Klein with a serious expression.

"Klein, have you lost your memory?"