Chapter 24: chapter 20
Chapter 11 Conspiracy
Chapter 95 Conspiracy
Jerry Zaratul's enthusiastic greeting was unexpectedly unexpected.
Klein looked coldly, trying to ignore the inconspicuous "Faceless Man" senior, and walked up to Mr. A.
"After killing the 'Devil' and the 'Wraith', I only want the characteristics of the former."
Mr. A maintained his usual indifferent attitude and nodded slightly.
"no problem."
In fact, with Klein's identity, Mr. A would not have any objections even if he took away all the loot. However, Jerry Zaratul's persuasion still had a certain effect.
Mr. A's blood-filled eyes looked around habitually. Under the cold and silent background, a trace of evil and evil appeared, and his dark purple pupils expanded and narrowed.
"I can block the 'devil's' perception to a certain extent. If you are ready, we can start taking action tomorrow night."
Perception... Klein caught the emphasis in Mr. A's words. Just as he was about to speak, Jerry Zaratul had already given him the answer he wanted.
"Although your 'Nighthawk's' manual contains some useful information, it's not much." He still had that smiling expression on his face and sat on the armrest of the sofa with a thick layer of dust. "For example, there are only a few in the manual. It was mentioned that most of the 'demons' are good at blasphemy and abyss magic that favors fire, but it ignored that every 'demon' has varying degrees of refinement in this general direction, as well as their most important perception of malice."
Jerry Zaratul nodded reservedly.
"Yes, they just caught your dark little thoughts and saw through your intentions."
It seems that I wanted to keep the "demon" characteristic by mistake, but I was wrong?
After hearing the faceless man's sarcastic ridicule, Klein felt not angry or guilty, but actually felt pleasantly surprised.
He is also aware of his current shortcomings. If the "nightmare" grazing in "Creeping Hunger" can be replaced by a "demon", it will be equivalent to an extra insurance when encountering danger in the future, not to mention that the "demon" is far more capable. Not only in perception, their frontal confrontation ability is also ranked first in all channels.
But before his emotions could be fully revealed, Jerry stabbed him mercilessly.
"Don't even think about substituting into 'Creeping Hungry.'"
"Don't even think about it, how can you be better than Qilingos?"
"Do you have more practical experience than him, or do you have better luck?"
"The five grazing objects selected by Zillinges, regardless of the uneven sequence, can be regarded as carefully selected, trying to maintain comprehensiveness and balance."
Mr. A interrupted his partner at the right time and said coldly:
"Unlike a real 'shepherd', your sealed object can only gain one or two abilities of the grazing object, and the 'devil's' perception is passive. Unless you keep the 'Creep Hunger' turned on for a long time, it will not work." It will be of great use."
The two of them sang together, blocking Klein's thoughts.
That's right... Klein gradually cleared his mind and accepted the two people's suggestions.
He let out a long sigh of relief, and the alienation emanating from him was much diluted by the conversation just now.
"I may need to ask you for help when making the sealed artifact."
"No problem." Mr. A and Jerry Zaratul looked at each other and said.
Time waits for no one. After the little episode just now, the three of them took the time to discuss a detailed plan to encircle and suppress the "Rose School of Thought".
"Since you want to hunt, you must understand the habits and abilities of your prey."
"For example, we can start with 'Devil'..."
For a moment, Klein suddenly felt an illusion that he was back in the Soothsayer Club, chatting with Brenton when he was still ignorant of the true character of the "Faceless Man".
If they have the same position and the same philosophy, maybe Klein will enjoy the process.
Jerry Zaratul used illusions to show several vague pictures, and combined them with explanations:
"As for the other one, 'Resentful Soul' belongs to a branch of the alien species, and is actually the sequence five of the alien path. The other two frequent visitors in folklore stories - 'Living Corpse' and 'Werewolf' are both its pre-sequences. ."
"As told in the story, they will release their power at the full moon, and they can also destroy their own spirits to obtain a similar state, so that they can obtain skin that can defend against bullets under normal conditions and claws that can easily cut through steel plates. With further strengthening, the damage caused by the possessed scream of the 'Wraith Soul' to the enemy will be increased by an order of magnitude. Of course, in contrast, their sanity will also be affected, and they will become violent and indulgent, unable to suppress their own emotions. desire."
"This is what you can take advantage of." Jerry Zaratul pointed at Klein with his finger seriously.
"No matter how much extra power the aliens can gain under the full moon or in a state of indulgence, under the demigods, they have lost the ability to think rationally, which is equivalent to giving up half of their advantages."
"The reason why there are rumors of low-sequence kills and mid-sequence kills circulating in underground gatherings is because there are always idiots who blindly believe in power and forget the importance of reason and thinking."
"Imagine, if you only have instincts left, and as a 'magician' whose physical fitness has not been strengthened much, then if a trained Sequence Eight targets you after making targeted preparations, What do you think your chances are of surviving and fighting back?"
If it's a Sequence 8 like "Midnight Poet" who has certain frontal combat capabilities, if he understands my abilities, he can completely give up getting close before my spirituality is exhausted, and only use the most basic bullets and singing to interfere... ....Klein brought himself into Jerry's hypothesis and quickly frowned.
The probability of escaping and surviving is not small, but the probability of counterattack... is slim.
"If the 'Rose School' really only sent out a standard combination, this is the tone of our plan." Jerry Zaratul spread his palms, and the seriousness on his face quickly disappeared, and he shook wildly. Shoulder.
Only one standard combination was sent... Jerry Zaratul meant that what I met was not the real person in charge of the "Rose School" in Backlund?
Klein pondered for a while and said:
"You mean, there will be others...even demigods?"
Jerry Zaratul's emphasis on demigods and below just now seems to be hinting at the occurrence of this situation.
"We don't rule out encountering the worst possibility," Jerry nodded casually, "Anyway, both the 'Puppet' and the 'Devil' have a very high level of anti-divination. Even the same 'Cunning Mage' is very capable. It's hard to predict their actions."
Klein chewed on three unfamiliar terms and thought for a few seconds.
"'Cunning Mage' is the fourth sequence of 'Soothsayer'?"
Jerry Zaratul's smile suddenly became elusive, and he softly admitted:
"Yes."
But he quickly brought the topic back on track.
"Ignoring accidents that we cannot intervene for now, as far as the classic combination you mentioned is concerned, both you and A have mastered the ability of sequence five of the 'Sun' pathway, which gives them a natural advantage."
"Of course, after the first confrontation, they will definitely be wary of your abilities, so what I need to do is to interrupt their attack on you. The most deadly possession of the 'Wraith Spirit' can only be effective on one target at a time. As long as it is solved Once you know this, everything else is easy to talk about."
Klein nodded in agreement.
Not only did Jerry share it, but his unlucky experiences also accumulated some experience for him. For example, the possession of the "Wraith Soul" is similar to the manipulation of the spirit strings by the "Puppet Master", and both can be interrupted by the impact of external forces.
Three against two, the advantage is indeed on their side.
Seeing that the two people were almost communicating, Mr. A, who had been watching, also loosened his hand holding the inverted cross on his chest.
"Because of the accident caused by the 'Red Gloves', it won't be an ambush. We need you to be the bait." He looked at Klein and said without emotion.
"good."
This was Klein's original plan, and he agreed without thinking.
But he had one last question, so before Mr. A got up, he hurriedly asked.
"Do you know about Backlund's underground party?"
The two people sitting on the sofa looked at me and I looked at you. In the end, it was Jerry Zaratul who couldn't hold back and laughed before Mr. A spoke.
"Know."
He is the convener of a larger gathering.
Under Klein's awkward gaze, Mr. A rarely used normal paper and pen to write down several party addresses and passwords, and even thoughtfully added every corresponding note.
"Is there anything else?" he asked warily.
"No." Klein suddenly felt a little embarrassed and increased the intensity of the "Joker" on his face.
Mr. A nodded calmly and said nothing more. The figure shrouded in the robe was like a fountain that had lost its support, silently sinking into the shadows and disappearing into the room.
What is strange is that Jerry Zaratul did not leave with him this time, but stayed on purpose.
He looked at Klein's fake face with interest and quickly sketched a bookish face in his mind.
He is very well-behaved and fits Luen's subtle aesthetic. Although he is not stunning with a little dressing up, it can just hit the taste of some ascetic parties. Even if he has an imperfect height, once he has the ability of "Faceless Man", he will be can be easily solved.
Tsk, tsk, tsk... Klein looked at Jerry, who was sighing inexplicably. Suddenly, a chill ran down his back, and the alarm bell blared.
This guy is definitely up to no good!
"Aren't you going to leave?" On Klein's left hand, the "squirming hunger" felt the negative emotions revealed by its master. It grinned irritably, and its destructive malice escaped.
Unexpectedly, Jerry didn't even look at the poor sealed object. Instead, he casually opened the conversation as if chatting with a friend.
"Actually, when A was here just now, I stopped talking about a safer plan."
He paused deliberately for two seconds, and when he saw that Klein didn't pay attention to him, he curled his lips indifferently.
"You don't want to meet a demigod at Sequence Seven, right?"
"I know a person. She only has Sequence Five, and she is also a 'Wraith Soul'. However, her identity is quite special and can attract the attention of some big shots. If she is here, even if the 'Rose School' really has a sect in Backlund, Demigods, they will not dare to take action because of their spiritual intuition, and they will suffer the consequences of being dumb."
You said it so simply, why don't you dare to mention it in front of Mr. A... Klein replied angrily.
"Wouldn't the big shot behind her mind if she does this?"
"Of course it will, but it depends on who it is," Jerry Zaratul showed a smile, "If it's you, I believe it can."
"And whether it's a 'puppet' or a 'devil', their prediction of danger is actually not that accurate. They will only get a vague revelation, so the true identity of the big shot will not be exposed."
As he talked, Jerry suddenly understood the joy of adventurism that the playboys in Trier often talked about.
He did not give up the possibility of seeing the true appearance of "Miss Viscount", and wanted to see what kind of foreign bastard it was that could attract the attention of the family owner.
Klein stared at Jerry Zaratul for a while and decisively refused.
"I have nothing more to pay the favor with."
"In the coming time, I will keep in close contact with Mr. A, and..."
"Thank you for your help."
Klein snapped his fingers familiarly, and an orange-red spark bloomed from the pocket of his coat, quickly engulfing his figure.
Jerry Zaratul did not stop him, and there was no unnecessary emotion on his calm face.
He just watched quietly as the firework burned out slowly, and finally completely disappeared in the air, stagnant like a sculpture, motionless.
Ho... The hour hand was ticking. After sitting for a while, he suddenly sneered. He didn't know what he was laughing at. He also snapped his fingers and disappeared with a bang.
...
Backlund Bridge, under the Bell of Order.
After Klein left the junction, he did not go home immediately.
He walked into a slope leading underground, and the steam gradually thickened before his eyes. UU Reading www. uukanshu.netAfter a while of shuttling in the humidity and pungency, I suddenly felt enlightened.
This is Backlund's unique underground transportation network, a subway built on strong industrial capabilities.
Before one column of giant steel monsters roared into the station, another column had already left.
Klein looked at the endless crowd, recalled the address in his mind, and bought a second-class ticket from the listless conductor.
There are four parties given by Mr. A. They are a party in the West District hosted by himself, a party in the Backlund Bridge area, a party that is not often held, and one convened by the Psychological Alchemy Society. The location is not necessarily certain. Exact party.
After careful consideration, Klein decided to start with a gathering that seemed to have the lowest threshold and the closest time.
The convener of this gathering is called "Eye of Wisdom", and he is an Extraordinary of the "Reader" path. Mr. A judged that he has not yet reached the level of Sequence Five, and most of the participants convened are at this level, which is considered to be the highest level at present. A gathering suitable for Klein's strength.
The start time and password were in the "Backlund Morning News", it was really dark under the lamp... Klein took out the newspaper in his arms and glanced at it again.
At six o'clock tonight, there are still two hours left, and he can still find time to have dinner.
Jerry Zaratul is a genius, and he is a very hard-working genius, so he hates people who are ignorant and unskilled and who inexplicably get lucky and get results or positions that do not match their abilities. This is also what he hates. Xiao Ke was dissatisfied and had malicious reasons towards Miss Viscount.
This kid is relatively young, cynical...
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Chapter 12 Disease Lieutenant General
Chapter 96 Disease Lieutenant General
It was drizzling in the leaden sky. On the flagship of the former pirate general Qilingos, the fine raindrops, accompanied by the waves, silently washed away the bright red that could be seen everywhere on the deck.
"Disease Girl" Tracey withdrew her gaze from a corpse that was completely corroded by the plague. The hem of her off-white windbreaker was like a war skirt, making a sound in the rain.
"Captain, what should we do with the 'Blark Talker' and the other prisoners who gave up their resistance?" A maid in a black and white uniform stood on the deck, looking out of place compared to the surrounding pirates.
With a look of disgust, she glanced past the crew members tied together by the "Sick Girl" and looked at Tracey in a daze. Most of the captives were completely addicted to desire, and she suppressed the irritability in her heart.
"Close it for now..." Halfway through, Tracy breathed a calm sigh of relief and glanced to the side with her blue eyes.
She looked at her maid for a while, then suddenly smiled brightly, as if she had another idea.
The "disease girl" walked neatly, her boots lightly colliding with the deck, and she arrived in front of the "Smooth Talker" Misor King in a few steps.
From a bird's eye view, she carefully looked at this guy who was clenching his teeth and bribing himself with pain to prevent his rationality from being quickly captured by the witch's charm, and her smile became more playful.
"I heard that Qilingos always wanted to get your abilities during his lifetime?"
Misol Jin did not dare to remain silent, and temporarily let go of his teeth biting the tip of his tongue.
"yes."
"He has been eager to find fault with me, to feed me to his 'squirming hunger', to give me as a snack to the beasts in his hands."
Tracy nodded, her heroic brows showing a bit of contempt.
"That's what he pursued."
"Your ability is indeed good. My second officer died just now, and now there is a position missing." Tracy Ruo hooked her fingers as if unintentionally, and the rope binding Misol King broke inch by inch. "Do you think you can do the job?" This location?"
Misor King, who thought he was about to be separated from his family, suddenly regained his freedom and was stunned for several seconds before he realized what he was doing.
He moved his wrists, nodded slightly in the envious eyes of Tracy's old subordinates, imitated the appearance of the navy he had killed before, and said unskillfully:
"It's a pleasure, my captain."
As he spoke, he seemed to have just remembered something, pretending to be thinking, and lowered his voice.
"Captain, Qilingos didn't take away all his belongings. He left in a hurry. Except for the 'Creeping Hunger', there were several low-level items and wealth that he didn't take away. I know he hid it." The place."
"You actually know?" Tracey raised her slender eyebrows, obviously not believing it.
Missol King bent down so that his head was no higher than Tracy's eyebrows.
"You should know what I'm capable of."
He pointed to his left hand, which was missing the ring finger, and meant something.
"He was in a hurry after receiving the news and had no time to hide all the wealth. I paid a certain price and signed the contract to gain his trust."
"But the contract will be invalidated after his death."
The ability to bribe, he proposed the wealth left by Zillinges, was he trying to bribe me?
He was not very confident that I could keep him alive and felt insecure... Tracey nodded slightly, indicating that she understood the situation.
She stretched out her hand to stop Misor Jin from continuing to speak, to prevent herself from falling into the "bribery" trap.
"I understand, we will talk about these things later."
Colorless threads rose from under Tracey's hair, cutting all the ropes binding Qilingos' crew.
She looked at the bewildered prisoners and the crew members who also didn't understand the situation, and said loudly:
"I'm not like Qilinges. I rely solely on sealed artifacts to ensure my survival at sea."
"You can kill me at any time, but the result..." Tracey held up the body that was tortured to death by the virus at her feet, "It will be like him!"
"Choose now, try to leave, or stay?"
After a few seconds, all the prisoners knelt on the deck, expressing their submission. No one was willing to challenge Tracy's authority.
Witnessed by the remnants of Qilinges, the dark flames burned away the dark blue sails symbolizing the "hurricane". The undertones of disease and death climbed along the invisible silk threads to wrap the frame of the mast, and slowly unfolded a new black .
On the sea that was pregnant with the next wave, the "vultures" lingering in the distance and eyeing the loser, trying to take advantage of the opportunity to get some advantages, quickly gave way to the road and dispersed.
Perhaps without waiting for today to pass, all the respectable pirates on the five seas will receive the news from the Sonia Sea.
A new pirate general is born.
Chillinges was replaced by Tracey Pellet, who will be named "Lieutenant General of Disease" by various official agencies with a reward of fifteen thousand pounds.
...
In the alley behind the Brave Bar, Klein followed the lame Caspars and stopped in front of a dark house.
Before he could speak, Kaspars took out a featureless iron mask from his arms and thrust it into Klein's hand forcefully.
He glanced at the doubt in Klein's eyes and snorted:
"This is the rule inside. I warn you in advance not to anger them, otherwise you may not see the sun tomorrow."
"Two pounds, that's a fair payment."
This is considered an introduction fee... Although Klein was a little heartbroken, he counted out two one-pound notes and handed them to Caspars without much hesitation.
After receiving the reward, Kaspars knocked on the door rhythmically.
Seven or eight seconds later, a small wooden board on the door was suddenly pulled open, and the person inside had a bad tone.
The environment is in line with the level. After all, it is a gathering among wild extraordinary people. It is more than a little smaller than the "market" guarded by Swain under the Dragon Bar in Tingen... Klein looked at the first floor of the house. The room is dark.
He passed by a coffee table with candles lit. There were more than a dozen figures sitting on the chairs and sofas around it. Klein could distinguish these shadowy figures in the dark. Members who also wore hoods and iron masks all looked at each other at once. looked at him.
I seemed, perhaps, to have interrupted a transaction?
He glanced at the woman displaying weapons and another short, fat man, and suddenly realized something.
Klein didn't dare to speak, so he whispered his apology in a low voice and hurriedly sat on the chair nearest to him.
"Hoho, it's a new member."
On a single sofa behind the coffee table, an old man with deep nasolabial folds and slightly shriveled skin watched this episode and smoothed things over.
He clapped his hands and brought everyone's attention back to the transaction.
"continue."
The lady holding the weapon was stunned for two seconds, looking around cautiously, and then completed the words interrupted by Klein word by word.
"...This weapon was engraved with the pattern of the sun field when it was forged, and combined with some uncommon spiritual materials, it allows the user to relatively easily master the production of holy water, establish rituals for purification, and can also cooperate with The user's own spirituality uses the magic of the solar field."
"Of course, the premise of all this is that the user himself is biased towards positive and positive power. The remaining validity period is only two months, so it is not a very good work and only costs 300 pounds."
She raised the ceremonial dagger in her hand higher so that the pudgy man opposite could see it clearly.
Validity date... The raw material of this dagger is a spiritual item similar to the auxiliary material of potion?
Klein quietly turned on his spiritual vision, his eyes stopped on the dagger emitting pure light, and he looked at it curiously.
The ability to make holy water and use the solar domain indicates that the material used at least corresponds to the level of sequence seven of the "solar" path... The maker of this dagger is undoubtedly a "craftsman".
Klein looked at the lady holding the dagger again and made a quick judgment.
The "craftsman" is not this lady, she is probably just an agent who was pushed to the stage... Her spirituality is still very restless and does not meet the status of the "craftsman" sequence six.
"Three hundred pounds, why don't you go and grab it!"
Suddenly, an unfriendly voice broke into Klein's ears. The short man leaned forward excitedly, revealing a chubby face covered by a mask under the hood.
"I just need an item from the sun realm to drive away more and more rats in my medicine field, and I'm not looking for someone to fight for it."
"What's more, the dagger in your hand is only valid for two months and contains no properties. There are more and more rats in the sewers. It is conservatively estimated that there are more than a hundred. It is impossible for me to stab them one by one with the dagger."
"If you can guarantee to create holy water twenty times, and your dagger can still be valid for at least one month without replenishing its power, I can consider buying it for one hundred and fifty pounds."
Medicine field? mouse? Where is this going?
Klein listened to the conversation between the two and was a little confused for a moment.
Fortunately, soon, someone else asked his doubts for him.
"As you just said, the deformed rats that are suspected of being contaminated by evil spirits have any other weaknesses besides being afraid of sunlight?"
A man sitting on the edge of the sofa said in a hoarse voice under the dissatisfied gaze of the "agent" lady.
"Of course, I tried it with the potion I made. As long as it has purification ability, it can dispel them," the chubby man suddenly chuckled, "And the most important thing is, they are interested in the energy potion I prepared. I used these potions to make a lot of traps."
"If those potions weren't too expensive, I could kill all the rats by myself."
After hearing this, Klein finally gained some clues as to the identity of the short, fat man.
Mixing potions containing various powers, growing herbs, and having a certain understanding of the existence of spiritual materials and extraordinary properties... Is this guy a member of the School of Life?
He should not be a priest of the Church of the Mother Earth, otherwise there would be no need to plant medicinal fields in the sewers.
Although the Church of the Mother Goddess of the Earth was suppressed by the three major churches in Loen, its power was pitifully small, but it still retained a few churches of its own, so that it would not be so shabby.
The "pharmacist" who was trying to buy weapons saw that the deal fell through, so he simply stopped insisting and simply changed direction.
"Well, if anyone has the ability to purify, or thinks he can help me expel the rats underground, I am willing to provide two bottles of the energy potion I just mentioned, and an additional bottle of potion that can stop bleeding and promote wound recovery. Two bottles of potion that can stop bleeding and promote wound recovery. All are valid for six months."
After finishing speaking, the man who was suspected of being a "pharmacist" gritted his teeth when he saw the silence in the living room, indicating that he was skipping his request and starting the next transaction.
"In addition to the above-mentioned medicines, I can also introduce you to doctors with extraordinary powers, the kind who can save lives at critical moments!"
"And no money!"
No money! Klein suddenly became energetic.
Based on my previous experience, broken bones, skin and flesh injuries are common. Although Mr. A can control flesh and blood, it is difficult for him to directly affect my body. If I can know a doctor with extraordinary abilities, it will undoubtedly be much better. A piece of insurance... Klein looked down and landed on his forearm that was bruised by the "Wraith Spirit".
The wounds he transferred into the flesh and blood had just scabbed over and had not yet completely healed.
Also attracted were all the wild Beyonders present, and even the "Eye of Wisdom" also showed a certain interest.
However, when it comes to the three words "no money", many people are still wary.
The woman suspected of being the agent of "Artisan" said in a cold voice:
"What are they really asking for in compensation?"
In extraordinary transactions, gold pounds are often the cheapest currency.
When the "pharmacist" saw so many people attracted, he got into a fight.
"Actually, it's nothing. They just don't like to collect money. It's not that they don't want to collect money. If you don't want to pay anything else, you can just pay gold pounds."
As Klein glanced around, he calmly said:
"The doctors you're talking about, what do they like?"
"You can write it on paper. If it suits you, I will be willing to take over your commission after a week."
"A week? UU read www.uukanshu.net" The voice of the "pharmacist" was deformed under the influence of the mask, rumbling, "My medicine field is all gone in a week!"
Before Klein's reply could reach his lips, he paused, noticed the surrounding environment, and suddenly imitated Jerry Charato's appearance. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, his left leg was raised to his right leg, and he shrugged. Shrug your shoulders.
"I only have time in a week, why don't you go see someone else?"
According to his and Mr. A's plan, it would only take him a week to deal with the escaped members of the "Rose School". After all this was done, he would be able to make it in time to visit the "pharmacist"'s medicinal fields.
There are souls grazing the path of the "sun" in "Creeping Hunger", and it is not a problem for Him to drive away rats contaminated by evil spirits.
The "Medicine Master" looked around for a long time. After waiting for a long time, no other members responded. He clenched his fists in frustration and sighed heavily:
"I hope you won't break your promise. I will bring four bottles of potion to the next party as early payment. You can take it even if you don't get rid of all the rats."
He seemed to hope to use this method to lure out potential traders who were still wavering, but unfortunately, even if the conditions were so generous, no one responded to the "pharmacist"'s request.
The party automatically jumps to the next deal.
"Everyone, are any of you interested in exploring a relic from the Quaternary Period?"
In an inconspicuous corner, someone stood up.
...
I'm so exhausted that I can still make it to the weekend.
Hehe, I wrote Tracy, sick sauce, my sick sauce (go crazy, leave me alone)
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Chapter 13 The mysterious man
Chapter 97 The mysterious man
"Everyone, are you interested in exploring a Quaternary Age ruins?"
The words of the inconspicuous man in the corner suddenly attracted everyone's attention in the living room.
Klein cast his gaze and saw that the man who spoke was covering himself tightly with a hood and mask. His long robe was bulging and seemed to be filled with a lot of clothes. Even his original figure could not be seen from the outside. face inference.
Unlike other members who tried to ask for more detailed information, Klein didn't have much interest in the so-called Fourth Age ruins. Instead, he was more curious about the man's true identity hidden under the mask.
His gaze started from the top of the man's head and scanned downwards. While he burned the image of the man in reality into his mind, he also traced out the man's true appearance bit by bit.
The proportions of this gentleman's body are not coordinated, and the length of his arms beyond the hip bone is obviously not in line with the basic proportions of the human body... Are he wearing height-increasing insoles?
And not only was he physically disguised, I couldn't see his spiritual features clearly either...
Throughout the process, Klein had been relying on the spiritual vision of a beetle marionette controlled by the "Yellow-Black Eye" and did not rashly activate his own spiritual vision.
It is an unwritten rule tacitly accepted by all extraordinary people not to explore the true appearance behind other people's masks at a party. Once those who violate the rule are discovered, they will often be surrounded and killed by the entire party, and they may not be able to leave the party alive. .
Although the "Spirit Thread" vision can circumvent this problem to a certain extent, when Klein deliberately tried it, his spiritual intuition reported an error first. The scream of the alarm, which would only occur when facing danger, was pointed straight at, A man who chatted in front of everyone at the party and tried to recruit more companions to explore the ruins.
Will there be bad changes in the threads of his spiritual body that are watching him?
Klein tapped the armrest of the seat with doubtful fingers, and cautiously gave up on the marionette he was controlling.
Under his cuffs, the eyes curled up in the gray mist lost their outline, and the citrine used as a container suddenly darkened and lost its specialness.
A certain amount of anti-divination, possibly holding an item that resists prying eyes, and a disguise that doesn't involve extraordinary things...
With such a complete disguise, is there something wrong with him, or is there something wrong with the relics of the Fourth Age he mentioned?
After struggling for a moment, Klein let out an inconspicuous sigh of relief, leaned against the backrest comfortably, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, as if he had no interest in the ruins of the Fourth Age.
It's not like he has never been to similar ruins.
If you really want to calculate it, Mr. Azik's castle in Ramd Town is a relic left from the Fourth Age. However, when the owner left, most of the Extraordinary was lost. The only thing that can barely be linked to the Extraordinary is Only Mr. Azik's eldest son who was poisoned was left.
I have seen real angels who have survived from the Fourth Age, and I can make "phone calls" at any time. Do I still care about this?
He kept hypnotizing himself so as not to listen to the man's inflammatory words.
In the next few days, he had already agreed on a detailed plan with Mr. A, and there was no extra time to think about unnecessary arrangements.
Well, if I have to say what I have learned since leaving Tingen, maybe it is "Don't look at things you shouldn't see, don't listen to things you shouldn't hear, and don't think about things you shouldn't know"...
At least when there is no complete certainty to ensure the most basic safety and there is no necessary reason, these three can almost be regarded as life-saving truths in the extraordinary world...
Maintaining this mentality, Klein completely broke away from communication. He remained silent until the end of the party, and then left from different exits in order under the arrangement of the old man "Eye of Wisdom".
Pressing his palm on the secret door, Klein's eyes lit up with a spiritual colorless light and he stopped moving.
Someone is approaching in your direction. Is it the member who left earlier?
Pushing the secret door open a gap, the orange-red flames expanded and flickered. Klein quickly left the exit he took. His figure flashed under the crimson moonlight and appeared on the roof of a low house near the Brave Bar.
He skillfully pulled out the paper figure and ignited it with flames, released the illusion to cover his whole body, activated the "Yellow and Black Eyes" to sweep the ditch, randomly selected a lucky mouse to act as a marionette, and then tiptoed to a blind corner, waiting silently to remember People gathering in your direction leave.
The mouse in black fur squatted in the gap of the brick wall, extinguishing its physical characteristics bit by bit, leaving only two eyeballs to faithfully convey the scene it saw.
After about ten seconds, the man who was fully armed at the party and trying to recruit teammates came out of the house.
There were several figures dressed in similar hoods and masks gathered in front of him, seeming to be finalizing the next contact information.
But soon, differences arose among the few people. Only the man's voice was the most obvious, like a voice stained with rust, covering up other voices of dispute.
"...Actually, I can tell you the approximate address directly right now, because that ruins is very dangerous, and one or two people will not be able to come out alive from it."
"Of course, if you don't believe me, you can try..."
The people who had their own secrets just now became much more honest after the man actually revealed the approximate location. They were wary of each other and were in a stalemate. It took a long time before they reluctantly decided on the next date for joint action.
During the whole process, no one noticed the corpse of a mouse lying in the wall not far away, and no one noticed the existence of the "magician". Everything seemed to be going smoothly.
The operation took place the day after tomorrow, in the outer suburbs of Backlund, near the Stepford River in White Cliff Town... Klein gave up on the marionette, and his vision turned gray.
He looked around the surroundings over and over again until he confirmed that no one was staying in the alley anymore, then slowly walked out in the other direction.
Backlund was the capital of the Trunsoest Empire during the Fourth Age... Thinking of this, Klein's expression suddenly became much strange.
Trunsoest...the surname of the Night Emperor, also the predecessor of the Second Empire of Trunsoest, the four northern continents of Augustus, Castile, Sauron, and Einhorn It seems that the royal families of various countries were all ministers of the Night Emperor...
The channel that MI9 has access to is the "Arbiter". If it is the legacy of the first three, the royal family must have taken away all the valuable things in the ruins long ago, and it is very likely that they will also destroy all traces of the ruins.
If it was the latter two, or even related to the Second Empire... Klein's expression suddenly became even weirder.
Wouldn't that be a slap in the face of the Aurora Society and the Secret Order?
Most of the ruins that can be discovered by wild Beyonders are either of little value, or like Mr. Azik's castle, they have lost most of their specialness, leaving only an empty shell.
Maybe I was overthinking it... Klein snapped his fingers, jumped into the flames and disappeared into the night.
...
"A fool who does not belong to this era."
"The great master of the spiritual world..."
The heavy rain brought thunder and lightning and tsunamis, and the uncertain sea showed its majesty wantonly. Mountain-like waves came and went. In just a few seconds, at the bright edge of the lighthouse, a fishing boat about to dock was dragged into the death trap. The abyss can no longer rise.
The "Blue Avenger" was hiding in the stone-stacked harbor. Facing the storm, the invisible crew members on the ghost ship spontaneously tied the hull with iron chains so that the small three-masted sailing ship could maintain a certain stability.
Alger knelt devoutly in the captain's cabin, reciting the honorable name of "The Fool" unwaveringly. The candle in front of him was suddenly tainted with a layer of darkness, and seven rays of spiritual light extended straight to the heights.
He watched this miraculous scene and presented a fiery red brooch with both hands.
The cold air flowed through his fingers, and he held up the brooch and sent it into the illusory door. Yuan Tingyue, the "Fool" in the majestic palace, nodded gently to him and stretched out his arm to light another star.
The scene from the Kingdom of God ended here. Alger worshiped devoutly again. He first extinguished the candle that symbolized himself, then took away the dark candle that symbolized the gods, and finally took back the reward sent by "The Fool".
Just as "Justice" had agreed with him, the extraordinary items made by "Provocateur" were sold for a good price of 800 pounds, minus the 100 pounds commission required to hire the "craftsman", and remained in Alger's hands. There are still seven hundred pounds.
The hair of the Deep Sea Naga and the marrow crystal of the Fairy Spring that the "world" needs can be bought on Blue Mountain Island. The two together can exceed the purchase price by a hundred...only "Thousand Faces" are left. Hunter's blood...
Alger packed up the temporary altar arranged on the floor, waved his hand to find a stream of water, and washed away the remaining traces on the ground.
He walked back to the desk and opened and read the letters and newspapers he had just returned from the Storm Church on Blue Mountain Island one by one in order.
If you want to receive the latest news from land during a long-term voyage at sea, you must rely on a similar method.
Without Qilingers to cover me, landing alone on the primitive island would not only pose safety issues after landing on the island, but also how UU Reading www.uukansｈhu.net could deceive the crew.
Unless I can put a boatload of people into deep sleep for three hours at the same time, there is no way I can avoid being discovered... Alger couldn't help but look at the building with a sad look.
The Thousand-Faced Hunter is a type of giant dragon. Extraordinary creatures like this existed almost exclusively in myths and legends in the Fifth Age. Apart from the primitive islands he knew, he really didn't know where he would have the chance to encounter such a rare ancient creature.
Unless... Alger's hand while flipping through the newspaper stopped.
He stared at the content published in the "Backlund Post" this morning and waited for a long time before making his next move.
However, he did not continue reading. Instead, he turned his head and rummaged down to find the letters conveying information within the church and the letters from other pirates that he had hidden.
After comparison, he finally confirmed the authenticity of the picture in the newspaper.
"Disease Girl" Tracey Pellet has become "Disease Lieutenant General"!
She will replace Chilinges at this year's pirate conference hosted by Nast, the "King of the Five Seas", and confirm her identity as the new pirate general in front of all pirates.
Alger's tense body relaxed little by little.
Mr. "Fool" doesn't seem to have a good relationship with the Witch Sect. There is also a lot of hostility to witches in the Holy Scriptures between him and the True Creator...
There have been rumors before that the "King of the Five Seas" maintains an ambiguous relationship with the Second Empire of Trunsoest, which to a certain extent makes up for the latter's lack of maritime power...
Will this pirate conference be the first time the four kings and pirate generals directly conflict?
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