allendalepharm Chapter 70 The Fool Searches for His Father
Chapter 70 The Fool Searches for His Father
After a series of minor incidents, Rosen and Klein, under Leonard's guidance, gradually got to know the other members of the Tingen Night Watch team, including the on-duty clerical staff and the official Night Watchers.
"Now that we've met everyone we needed to know, it's time to begin our investigation," Rosen suggested with a smile.
"Let's go to Hoy University first. The students who got involved in the black divination incident are all from Hoy University. Although the Antigonus family notebook is just a tool used by Ince, it definitely has something special about it. I think we can find it first."
Klein glanced at Rosen. Although he had a feeling that there must be another reason why Rosen proposed this trip, Rosen's words did make a lot of sense, so he nodded.
Leonard was even less likely to have any objections.
The three quickly arrived at Hoy University and visited several people who might have had access to the Antigonus family notes. After dismissing Leonard with a minor task, Rosen looked at Klein and smiled, saying, "Is there anything you'd like to ask?"
"My instincts are telling me that there is someone here who is very important to me. Who is he?" Klein asked quite bluntly. After arriving at Hoy University, he didn't need divination. The part of the power of fate held by the mysterious servants was reminding Klein of something.
"Azik Eggers, I actually mentioned his existence to you before," Rosen said with a smile, not keeping her in suspense any longer.
"That Death Archon you parasitized?" Klein paused for a moment, then seemed to recall something and asked.
"Yes." Rosen nodded, looking at Klein and chuckling as he revealed the spoiler: "In your original destiny, he was probably like a father to you, and also your teacher in mysticism."
Klein's eyes widened immediately. He almost instinctively felt a surge of tension and asked, "What kind of person is he?"
"Shh, this is a question I shouldn't tell you; you should experience it for yourself." Rosen, unusually, didn't give an answer but instead made a gesture of secrecy.
Klein was speechless, but did not ask any further questions.
The two then arrived at the door of the history professor's office, which was open at the moment. Inside, Moretti could be seen talking to his advisor, Quentin Cohen, while Azik listened with a smile.
"Knock knock knock—"
Rosen raised his hand and knocked on the door a few times. When the three people in the office looked over, he smiled and said, "I hope I didn't disturb you."
"You are... Mr. Rosen?" Moretti paused for a moment, looking at Rosen in his adult form, and asked uncertainly.
"It's me!" Rosen nodded with a smile.
Moretti then realized something and looked at Klein next to Rosen. Although Klein's features had changed somewhat, they still bore a five or six-point resemblance to his original appearance. This immediately confirmed Moretti's identity, and she said with delight, "Mr. Gehrman, you...you wanted to see me?"
"I'm fine." Klein shook his head, then looked at Moretti and asked curiously, "What are you doing here? I thought you'd be busy renting a new place?"
Since Moretti and his family were to join the Church of the Fools, they naturally couldn't continue living in their original apartment, as that wouldn't be suitable for keeping secret. So Klein had already paid Moretti his salary in advance so he could rent a new place.
Incidentally, this salary was borrowed by Klein from Rosen. Poor Mr. Fool hadn't even made a lot of money since arriving in this other world, and he was already in debt.
"Benson, my brother, won't be back until tonight. I plan to discuss moving with him after he gets back," Moretti explained, then, remembering something, added:
"I came to the school today mainly to resolve some work-related issues. My advisor previously recommended me for a position at the University of Tingen, and I've already agreed to join the Church of the Fools, so..."
Klein nodded knowingly.
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Moretti suddenly said somewhat shyly, "Mr. Gehrman, after we move in a few days, could we invite you to a dinner party at our new house? Melissa is very grateful to you, and so am I..."
"Sure!" Looking at Moretti, whose expression was somewhat hesitant yet very sincere, Klein smiled and nodded, saying, "I hope my visit won't bother you."
"No, no! How could I be bothering you?" Moretti shook his head, then, as if remembering something, gave a somewhat embarrassed smile and said:
"Actually, when I first met you, Mr. Gehrman, I felt a sense of familiarity and closeness. I wish we could become friends..."
Then, as if remembering something, he quickly added, "Sorry, I know this is offensive..."
Saying this to a newly acquainted friend is certainly a friendly thing to do, but it's clearly inappropriate to say it to a deity, at least in Moretti's mind.
"No, I don't find it offensive at all." Klein interrupted him, unable to suppress a laugh as he looked at the somewhat awkward, bookish young man before him and said:
"I also feel like we hit it off immediately, Moretti. I forgot before, but I really want to say that I'm so glad to be your friend."
I'm glad that our fates didn't turn out the worst possible way.
I am so glad that we can stand here at this moment and become each other's friends.
Klein genuinely believed this.
Moretti was stunned, his breathing quickened, and he was somewhat incredulous: "Really? We're friends? I... I didn't mean anything bad, I'm just so surprised..."
For someone who received education about deities from a young age, the idea of being friends with a god would have been unthinkable for Moretti before. It was only because Mr. Fool saved his life, acted so kindly, and had a real sense of familiarity that Moretti began to think, "It would be nice to be friends with Mr. Fool."
But Moretti never expected that his idea, which would certainly be called delusional by other believers, would actually be approved by Mr. Fool.
"I thought we were already friends," Klein said with a slight chuckle.
He had no intention of putting on airs like a fool in the real world. For Klein, rather than being revered as a statue, he preferred to be an ordinary person and make friends with others normally.
Moretti's spirits visibly lifted. He scratched his head, chuckled, then, as if remembering something, looked at Klein and asked, "Mr. Gehrman, if you're not here for me, then who are you here for?"