Chapter 55: You can wear whatever you want
Klein threw the old clothes stained with blood and dirt into the laundry basket and felt a little worried. What should he do with the clothes? Take them home? That would definitely not work... Melissa and Benson would definitely be terrified...

How about washing it here, hanging it to dry, and taking it back when you walk the dog in a couple of days? Good idea!

Klein picked up the wooden basin next to him and tried to rub the dirty clothes while the bath water was running. When he unfolded the old shirt, his face froze. This old shirt that had been discarded and used as home clothes had cracked on the arms at some point, and several buttons had fallen off. There were also two worn holes on the back...

Oh, I can only throw it away, damn it, clown covering his face...

No longer thinking about his clothes, he turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature to a suitable level, then stood under the shower, letting the steaming warm current wash over his body.

"In this world, because of the Church of Steam and Machinery, even though other technologies are not well developed, steam, heat, and machinery have already reached another level. Just like the gas pipelines now, even the residences on Iron Cross Street can be installed... After that, as long as you pay, you can enjoy the brightness of gas lamps, the pollution-free cooking with gas, and the convenience of boiling water with gas... You know, in the past, in some remote areas of the Earth, universal energy had just been fully covered..."

"Huh, my thinking ability hasn't deteriorated, and my memory isn't damaged... It seems that killing the face-covering clown has caused no sequelae other than making me calmer and clearer..."

“In the battle between the Joker and the Raging People, I was suppressed and subdued so quickly… We are both Sequence 8, but the gap is too big…”

"This shows that my fighting ability still needs training. Teacher Gao Wen is right. I still need to master more weapons, such as a cane..."

Klein felt some pain in the sole of his right foot. He squatted down and took a closer look. It was indeed healed...

"Phantom pain... How much force is needed to be pierced by a blunt object like a cane... Phew, it hurts like hell when I think about it again..."

"No, I need to rest... As soon as I close my eyes, all I can see is the battle scenes..."

"And... that ferocious giant mouth..."

Klein suddenly closed his eyes, then opened them again and scrubbed his body with the soap next to him. Fortunately, the blood had not dried yet, so it was relatively easy to clean.

"On the other hand, Old Blue has too much combat experience. He's not as flexible as me, but he immediately destroyed my mobility... The clown's legs were broken... How can he jump around? How can he escape?"

"Actual combat... is the best teacher... At that time, the clown's premonition had already played a full role... Otherwise, I might even be killed instantly by the first blow..."

"Using paper as a throwing knife is the Joker's signature ability... but, he actually used a 10-pound note as a throwing knife... Damn! Cover your face, Joker, you deserve to die!"

Klein's expression was somewhat broken. He pulled back his short black hair and thought of the inhuman giant mouth, sharp teeth... the broken 10-pound note...

"Huh..." He let out a long sigh, wanting to let out all the negative emotions. He was probably going to have a nightmare tonight...

Klein stepped on the bathroom floor with his bare feet. He took the towel beside him and wiped himself. He buttoned up the shirt he had found one by one. The color of this shirt was similar to his old clothes. Klein deliberately picked it out from his closet - it would be best not to let Benson and Melissa find out that he had changed his clothes after going out.

He picked up another dry towel and wrapped it around his head to absorb the moisture from his short hair. Touching his still damp hair, he suddenly had an idea:

"I wonder if anyone has invented a hair dryer? Hmm... I don't think I've seen it... No, electricity, electricity is not popular, how can a small appliance like a hair dryer be invented? Damn... I'm really a little tired... Go back and rest quickly."

Klein turned the towel over and wiped his hair again. He put on gray-black trousers, opened the door and walked out of the bathroom. The layout of the second floor was similar to that of his home, except that it was larger and had more complete facilities... He shook his head. He had just found a balcony to dry old clothes, but now there was no need... He walked down the stairs on the right and returned to the first floor. He touched his hair. Fortunately, it was just a little damp, but at least it wasn't dripping anymore.

He walked out of the partition and towards the dining table. He saw Ah Fu lying on Old Blue's lap, curled up like a baby... no, like a cat...

Klein found it a little funny. How could there be a dog pretending to be a cat? With such a large body, it's not cute at all!

"Klein, you're here." Old Blue's voice came, still so old and powerful, so steady and heavy.

"Yes, I have finished cleaning," he scratched his head and said, "My old clothes have some holes... I wanted to wash them before wearing them..."

Old Blue smiled and said, "Klein, although old clothes are more comfortable to wear... you are still young now, so you still need to pay attention to your appearance... Well, you can wear whatever you want."

"..." This familiar sermon made Klein feel a little dazed. On Earth, when he went home for the holidays and wore pajamas, his parents would say something to him, but in the end, as if they were afraid that he would be bored, they would add: "You can wear whatever you want."

"Klein, sit down. Be careful not to step on the blood. When you go back later, pick a pair of shoes at the door. Your pair is no longer wearable."

The old man's voice brought Klein back to his fantasy. He took a step and sat on the chair opposite Old Blue's dining table. The carpet here was not covered with blood and was relatively clean.

Klein was shocked to find that on the dining table he had just cleaned, there was a kitchen knife with a blood-red handle and a golden blade lying quietly.

"This knife..."

"Klein, I still have to go to Backlund tomorrow," Old Blue spoke first. He stroked Alfu's head and continued:

"This is the order of the Holy Temple. I cannot disobey it... Don't worry, it's not a bad thing. A few days ago, I submitted an application for promotion to Navigator. I didn't expect that they would not send a senior executive to review it, but instead asked me to go to Backlund..."

Phew... Klein breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Old Blue didn't reveal his true identity and get strangled... What? Promotion? Klein became nervous again and said:
“Promotion? You want to be promoted to Sequence 7? You are already very strong, right? Why do you want to continue drinking potions and risk losing control? Whatever you want to do, I will help you…”

Old Blue was looking for the mastermind behind the scenes... But the extraordinary ability of the Sun Path he used was really strong, enough to be a demigod! Even so, was that not enough? Why did he want to be promoted?

Old Blue looked at the doubtful and earnest Klein, feeling somewhat relieved. He said:

"No, this is different. Klein, you know about Sealed Objects, right? Yes, you definitely know. Most of these items with magical powers have side effects..."

“And I, um, I won’t explain it so clearly. You just need to know that the extraordinary ability like the sun does not belong to me… and it does not belong to you. There are risks.”

"So, external objects can improve your strength, but in the end, you still have to return to the sequence itself..."

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