LOM: Lord of Mysticism

Klein asked with interest. "What abilities do Seers have?"

"The question you should ask yourself is, 'What abilities does consuming the Seer potion give?'" Dunn Smith said.

Dunn continued. "There are many kinds of things involved—astromancy, cartomancy, spiritual pendulums, and scrying. Of course, it does not mean that consuming the potion will immediately allow you to grasp all of them—it only equips you with the qualifications and ability to learn it.

As they lack direct means of fighting enemies, heh, you can probably imagine that setting up a magical ritual requires a lot of preparation. And in terms of knowledge of mysticism, a Seer will be more knowledgeable and professional than a Mystery Pryer."

It sounds like it matches my requirements as well; however, the lack of means to directly deal with enemies is quite a dilemma, and the Church of Evernight likely doesn't have the subsequent Sequences—with the Holy Cathedral likely referring to the headquarters, the Cathedral of Serenity. Klein fell into deep thought as he racked his brains, going back and forth between Mystery Pryer and Seer but no longer considered Corpse Collector.

Dunn Smith interrupted Klein's thoughts. "You don't have to rush into a decision. Tell me your answer on Monday morning. Regardless of your choice of Sequence or giving up this opportunity, none of us from the Nighthawks would interfere on the matter." With that said, he slowly walked past Klein and headed for the stairs.

Klein did not say a word as Dunn left. He hoped to become a Beyonder, but several thoughts had thrown him into a dilemma when the opportunity arose: the subsequent missing Sequences, the Beyonders having the risk of losing control, the believability of Emperor Roselle's diaries, and the illusory murmurs that could corrupt people into madness, all mixed together and formed a barrier that obstructed his future advancements.

Klein slowly breathed out and gathered his scattered thoughts, opening the door softly and lying back on bed.

The noises of carriages did not break the serenity of the night but instead made it darker and more distant. When the crimson receded and the sky turned golden-yellow from the sun's illumination, Klein had made his choice.

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In the morning, Klein got out of bed.

It was Sunday, and Klein, who was already in proper attire, was flipping through the newspapers from yesterday.

"There's a house for rent here: North Borough's 3 Wendel Street, a detached house with two floors."

"That's our goal for the future. The rent for houses in newspapers is usually a little too expensive. The Tingen City Housing Improvement Company has options that do not pale in comparison to that for cheaper." Benson said.

"Why are we not searching in the Tingen Housing Improvement Association for the Working Class?" Melissa walked out of her room holding an old, veiled hat and wore a grayish-white long dress that had been mended several times.

Benson shook his head. "They are a housing association for the lower strata of society. They mostly build and renovate houses that have communal bathrooms and only provide three choices—a single, double, or triple bedroom. Do you wish to continue living in such an environment?

The Tingen City Housing Improvement Company is in the same business as them, but they also provide choices for the lower-middle class. To be honest, we are a little better than the lower-middle class, but we are worse off than true middle-class families. It's not a matter of salary; it's just that we did not have the time to save up."

Klein put away the newspaper. "Then, let's set off."

The siblings went down the stairs and slowly walked toward Daffodil Street.

The person who served them was a middle-aged man. "You can call me Scarter. May I know what kind of house you have in mind?"

Klein looked at Benson, who was better with words.

Benson directly answered, "A terrace house."

Scarter flipped through the files and documents in his hand. "There are currently five that haven't been rented out. To be honest, we are geared more toward serving customers—laborers and their children who have housing difficulties. The weekly rent ranges from 12 to 16 soli. You can take a look at the detailed introductions here." He handed over a document to Benson.

"Let's take a look at 2 Daffodil Street first," Benson said. Klein and Melissa nodded in response.

This place was in a district they were familiar with.