After recognizing each other, Silas and Klein left the bridge arch and came to a nearby café.
The café in Backlund Bridge District had shabby furnishings, and the tea and coffee served inside were of poor quality, hard to swallow.
However, neither of them had their minds on the food. They ordered some things casually and sat in the relatively warm seats to continue their conversation.
"What? Cecilia dug you out?"
Klein almost spit out his coffee when he heard this.
A delicate young girl, after her brother had already been buried, actually dug up the coffin and then opened it to confirm the body... He didn't know whether to call her persistent or, well, a bit obsessive...
"I think it's quite normal. If it were me, I'd definitely want to confirm it with my own eyes."
Silas said matter-of-factly.
His body, due to the blessing, had gained extremely high healing ability.
What if he had just been unconscious and others mistakenly buried him? That was also possible... perhaps.
The Londor siblings are both a bit frightening on a spiritual level.
Klein silently took a sip of the coffee that tasted like dishwater, thinking to himself.
He was wise enough not to say it out loud.
"What about you? How did you get out?"
"Me? I climbed out myself."
Klein answered. "Actually, to be honest, it was quite exhausting..."
"Exhausting?"
"Yeah, you know how Benson is usually so careful with money.
But I never expected that when preparing my coffin, he would suddenly become generous and purchase a coffin made of extremely high-quality wood.
The coffin lid was heavy and large, plus it was covered with soil.
If I hadn't drunk the 'Clown' potion and gained more strength, even if I had resurrected, I might have been unable to push open the coffin lid and suffocated to death inside..."
Klein said with lingering fear.
"Haha..."
Hearing this, Silas couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Fortunately, there were no other customers at the tables near them, or they would definitely think the two were crazy, actually discussing how they rose from the dead in a cemetery.
"Is being a detective interesting? Have you encountered any major cases?"
"It's alright. Mostly commissions to find cats or catch cheating spouses."
Klein recalled his time as a detective and said with a bitter smile.
He decided not to mention offending the Intis ambassador because of a manuscript.
He couldn't explain how he escaped, and he certainly couldn't tell him he hired Mr. A from the Aurora Order to assassinate the ambassador...
He subconsciously thought of Rosago, whom he had killed. His Beyonder characteristic was still sitting above the gray fog.
"What about you? What are you doing now?"
Klein asked Silas in turn.
"Me? I'm in the East Borough, working as an underground unlicensed doctor, mainly treating wounds for gang members and such."
Silas subconsciously thought about the manuscript incident and felt it was better not to tell Klein.
Because the event involved a national ambassador, MI9, and a mysterious big shot.
Better not tell him about investigating the missing persons case either...
He thought to himself.
Although Klein's current profession as a detective was very suitable for investigating missing persons cases, that Queen had said that people investigating that matter would all be dealt with by unknown forces.
Klein was only Sequence 8 now, so it was better not to let him get too deeply involved.
Both harboring their own thoughts, they looked at each other and smiled.
"Being a detective is good. If you have cases involving the East Borough in the future, you can come to me.
I'll try to use my gang connections to help you investigate."
"Uh, thanks... If you need patients, I can help you find them too."
Right, doesn't Miss Xio need treatment from a "Rose Bishop"? I could have Silas treat her, but how should I inform Miss Justice?
"That's not necessary. Healing has nothing to do with my acting, so there's no need to take special care of me."
Silas shook his head.
He pulled out a slip of paper from his pocket, then casually used a table knife to cut his finger, letting the flowing blood rapidly move across the paper, leaving a line of blood-red writing.
Blood flesh magic is much more convenient than carrying a pen.
"This is my current contact address. If you need anything, you can find me or write a letter."
"Alright."
Klein watched as Silas calmly injured himself, couldn't help but twitch his eyebrow, and accepted the crimson paper with a complex expression.
"My contact address is the one you sent the letter to. I'm living there now."
"Got it."
Silas replied.
After that, the two chatted casually for a while, talking about their days at the Blackthorn Security Company and their experiences after coming to Backlund, and complained together about the air quality here and the scarce sunlight.
"So the biggest problem now is still Lanevus. We need to find a way to deal with him."
As the coffee in their cups gradually cooled and their conversation was coming to an end, Klein said proactively, "I'll continue searching for him."
"Mm, I'm in the East Borough, closer to him. Whichever of us discovers any clues, we can communicate with each other."
Silas stood up.
Time had already reached the afternoon, approaching evening. Backlund, obscured by dark clouds, darkened quickly. In a while, the street lamps would be lit.
"It's getting late. Let's chat again when we have the chance."
His lucid moment had lasted quite a while, and his body was starting to struggle.
Hallucinations and auditory hallucinations were already beginning to slightly affect his cognition.
Silas didn't want to delay any longer; it was better to go back.
The two walked out of the café together and said goodbye at the door.
"Take care."
Klein said sincerely. "I hope the Goddess will bless you so your mental problems can improve soon."
"You really do believe in the Goddess."
Regarding deities, he had always been practical. If they were useful to him, then he could maintain professed faith verbally.
After all, he came from the Secrets Suppliant sequence and had a deeper understanding of the nature of gods.
"See you next time."
He said to Klein, turned around, and walked in the other direction.
Perhaps I can pull him above the gray fog. The authority of the gray fog might be able to stabilize his mental state.
Watching Silas's retreating figure, Klein couldn't help but think.
Moreover, Silas was now a Sequence 5 Shepherd, a level higher than every member of his Tarot Club. Bringing him in could greatly enhance the Tarot Club's strength...
Klein thought to himself.
However, Silas was very familiar with him.
If his identity were exposed in the Tarot Club, the embarrassment and social death might very well cause him to lose control on the spot...
Klein pondered and struggled internally, watching Silas's figure disappear into the distance, then he too hunched his neck and hurried toward his residence.
The moon quickly climbed into the sky, shining crimson light through the dark clouds.
Suddenly, that light rapidly became blood red.
The Blood Moon had descended.