Chapter 15 Hey, Miss Susie is taking your assistant for a walk
In the magnificent palace above the gray fog, Klein's eyes twitched. He realized that he had forgotten something important... He forgot to remind Old Blue not to dance anymore!

——Before the door closed, he caught a glimpse of the devilish tap dance... He couldn't bear to watch it.

Klein took the small suitcase and discovered a spiritual glow inside through his spiritual vision, and said with emotion:
"Old Blue is really particular. He even gave it a suitcase. You don't need to return it, right?"

Klein first took out a palm-sized gray goat horn from the box. It seemed to have shrunk from its normal size. It was crystal clear and glowing, with faint layers of strange patterns inside.

He took out another blue rose. There were red lines on its petals, which were connected to each other, and seemed to have turned into a grinning human face.

Very good! The crystal of the horn of an adult Hornachis gray goat, and the complete human-faced rose! The main materials are complete!

Klein couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. After digesting the potion, it was a torture to not be able to start the next round of digestion... Haha, there are actually people who complain that the potion is digested too quickly?

He put the materials away and placed them along with the small box behind the Fool's high-back chair. No one is allowed to touch my materials!
Klein thought to himself, then wrapped himself in spirituality, simulated the feeling of falling rapidly, and returned to reality.

——He also has to meet with his own informant, Doctor Dust of the insane asylum. After the meeting, he will go home and get promoted!
……

"..."Old Blue slumped on the sofa, not wanting to move at all. The wound on his arm had healed long ago. This small wound was nothing to the "Angry People" with amazing physique.

In contrast, their learning ability, language skills, and knowledge of mysticism have not been enhanced at all...

“I’m really tired, performing… Hey, maybe I’m a performative personality.” Old Blue was very satisfied with his image in front of the Fool. Such a believer, wouldn’t the Fool spoil him to the sky? He would also give him the title of a Favored One…

Old Blue was fantasizing about something that would never happen. He turned his head and saw the prepared dark blue "Fortune Teller" potion in the iron pot. His good mood disappeared instantly and his face twisted as he said:
“Damn it, I forgot about this thing… I was going to drink it myself, but I got trapped by the Chaos Puddle and turned back to my original form. What should I do with this potion? Give it to Mr. Fool? He won’t drink another portion of the Fortune Teller’s Potion, will he?”

Snap, the pocket watch was turned on, and the time was twelve fifty.

"It's still early... There's a Tarot Club at 3 o'clock. By the way, will it be sold at the Tarot Club?"

Old Bruce raised his lips and said:
"Very good. I advise Little Sun not to be a singer anymore. It has no future. Drink this bottle of fortune-teller potion and you will be closer to Mr. Fool..."

Old Blue was very dramatic, with his hands raised high and a pious expression, imitating a witch's words "get close to the original witch":
"We are all Mr. Fool's children. We all need to stay close to the Fool!"

From now on, it will be the fortune teller Mr. Sun!
Bah! What a hell of a joke...

Sigh, Old Blue covered his face with his hands and sighed. The Tarot Club only had a few people, and the path had been determined. Even Miss Justice's assistant Susie...

Hmm? Susie? Old Blue's eyes lit up. "I want an extraordinary pet too? The Tarot Club has officially changed its name to 'Pet Breeding Experience Sharing Club'? I remember Miss Susie can speak now, right? Very good, the great detective Miss Susie and her assistant Miss Justice."

"Then what kind of pet should I get? A magic wolf suitable for the fortune teller's potion?"

Old Blue thought of the most appropriate option, but rejected it immediately. "Damn, if a magic wolf fortune teller really comes, won't the goddess of night throw me into the "Misty Town" on the spot? Then she stretched out her finger, tapped Klein's forehead, and asked, "Are you openly rebelling against me?"

Taking a step back, it's a dog? It's also a dog? When walking the dog in the future, if you run into Miss Susie, "Hey, Miss Susie, are you taking your assistant for a walk again?"

"That's right, Mr. Fortune Teller. Your old man is in good spirits, very well. He needs to take a walk regularly."

Miss Justice and Mr. Priestess looked at each other, and each was dragged away by his own dog...

Old Blue shook his head and threw away the unrealistic fantasies in his mind. How could the dogs in the Queen District of Backlund be walked in the same place as those in the West District of Tingen? How could Miss Justice walk the dog herself? She would have to be accompanied by two maids, three bodyguards, four attendants, and five veterinarians?

Why does my brain feel like it's getting less and less useful? I still want to drink a potion that can enhance my memory and imagination... Why is it just a melee potion... I hope the Navigator potion can make up for the shortcomings...

Having made up his mind, Old Blue put the terrible fortune teller's potion into a bottle, sealed it with his own spiritual power, carried it with him, dressed neatly, went out, got on a public carriage, and headed for Beswick Street in the North District.

There were not many passengers in the double-decker carriage. Most of them were sitting upright in formal attire. There were also some in work clothes and reading newspapers. But almost no one talked, and it was quite quiet.

Swaying from one stop to another, old Blue seemed to be back on the subway in his previous life, with the sound of ding-dong and ding-dong from time to time. He would doze off every time he took the subway, but there was often no seat available... Unlike now, not many people can afford to ride in a public horse-drawn carriage that charges 4 pence for more than 4 kilometers. They would rather walk to save what might be the last money to buy bread.

Alas, Old Blue has worked hard all his life and has saved a lot. Don't touch Little Blue's compensation. According to Old Blue's wishes, donate it to a charity organization. I still feel sorry for them if I spend that money...

By the way, the student aid fund for the poor that I established after I transformed into Dwayne Dantes... At least he is really trustworthy and really took out his favorite gold pounds for the poor students... And Miss Justice is also in charge of it...

When they arrived at Champagne Street, old Blue lighted his cane and slowly walked out of the car.

There was no need to ask, as Old Blue was very familiar with the area. Zouteland Street was nearby, and the Nighthawks and the Shooting Club were all on Zouteland Street. Also nearby was the Church of the Goddess of Night and Red Moon Street where the Church of St. Selina was located.

He strode towards the Hound Tavern in Beswick Street, the pub with the brown and yellow hound painted on it.

That’s right, it’s the Hound Tavern where I, Klein, went after choosing to become a clerical employee of the Nighthawks.

It was not yet two o'clock, and there were not too many people in the bar, but not too few either. Some were temporary workers waiting to be hired, while others had nothing to do and numbed themselves with alcohol.

Bang! The heavy door was pushed open by an old man who looked quite old. The sound was not too loud, but it attracted the attention of many drinkers.

The rather dim interior of the pub was illuminated by the sunlight from the open door. Some people who were already drunk were cursing, but most of the drinkers were quiet. Are you kidding? Every time I come, I push that door once. I don’t know how heavy it is? Why are you cursing? The cursing drinkers were covered with their mouths and then they quieted down.

"What a pity," Old Blue held up his cane, closed the door with one hand, walked slowly into the tavern, and walked towards the two large iron cages standing in the middle. The drinkers around him unconsciously made way for him, "Hey, why are the people here so timid? Come and confront me... Forget it, after all, this is the territory of the Nighthawks..."

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