章 133: Chapter 133: The State of the Spirit Body, Rehearsal of Action
Chapter 133: The State of the Spirit Body, Rehearsal of Action
Just as Hastur was pondering whether to grit his teeth and pay in pounds or find an excuse to refuse, Bernadette directly gifted him the Sequence 6 Corrupted Baron potion formula for free.
"As an apostle of the stars, consider this an investment in you."
To this, Hastur generously remarked that his grandniece Bernadette could be quite adorable at times.
He put away the potion formula, bid farewell to Bernadette, and owed her a favor, neither too big nor too small.
Still, it felt like a bit of a loss.
Hastur slowly savored his meal before settling the bill and leaving.
He didn't immediately take a carriage home but wandered around the area to familiarize himself with the terrain, which would facilitate a retreat when necessary.
After completing a large loop and mentally mapping out a rough action plan, it was already past three in the afternoon.
He found a restaurant to enjoy a cup of afternoon tea, then swung by the law firm for a visit, concluding his day's itinerary.
The gains were significant; he got a Sequence 6 Corrupted Baron formula for free, even though he didn't need it. Still, it was a small token from a junior, and he accepted it.
Sitting at his desk, Hastur took out paper and pen to sketch a simple topographical map, marking the action route.
After ensuring there were no oversights, he burned the paper and began contemplating how to acquire the Black Emperor card.
Firstly, he couldn't go in person; he had to act in the form of a spirit body.
This way, no matter what situation he encountered, he had a trump card to return to the Hall of Stars, ensuring he wouldn't be caught.
Next, he had to deceive the extraordinary individuals guarding the Roselle Memorial Exhibition and secretly infiltrate it.
Klein had used a diversionary tactic, setting fire to a house to attract attention.
Perhaps he could use corresponding rules to make himself undetectable to the extraordinary individuals, with the help of the covert authority, making it highly feasible.
If he could distort the extraordinary individuals' vision, making them unable to see him…
Maybe he could even stroll past them boldly.
Then came the critical moment of stealing the Black Emperor card.
Once he took that bookmark, it would surely trigger the defensive measures there, drawing the extraordinary individuals' attention.
Whether he could establish rules to prevent the defense mechanisms from activating, he wasn't sure.
If he could stop the defense mechanisms from functioning, then he estimated no one would notice him from the moment he took the Black Emperor card until he left the Roselle Memorial Exhibition.
Hastur thought again and took out his two extraordinary items.
One was a bell that could enhance the effects of rules, and the other was the War Medal.
He had asked Sharon to help identify it, and he now knew its uses.
It had three extraordinary effects: First, it could form a set of war armor all over the body, providing decent frontal defense.
Second, it could materialize a two-handed greatsword with immense power.
Third, it could create a blood-red vortex around him, similar to a war domain. Once touched, it could strip living beings of their blood and vitality.
According to Sharon's estimation, this sealed item could exert the power of a Level 1 sealed item if it fell into the hands of someone adept at combat.
Powerful sealed items naturally came with terrifying negative effects.
There were two main points to note:
Once worn for more than ten minutes, it would continuously drain the wearer's blood. If not removed promptly, it would gradually suck the wearer dry.The intense aura of battlefield slaughter could affect a person's sanity. Prolonged use would gradually erode the wearer's sanity, eventually turning them into a monster that only knew slaughter.
Overall, it was a very powerful extraordinary item, well-suited for combat.
It just didn't match him well. As a noble, he rarely ventured into danger, let alone fought and competed with others.
Even Sharon felt that the War Medal was a pearl cast before him.
"Let's practice the spirit body state first."
Hastur put aside his miscellaneous thoughts, closed the study door tightly, and shut the windows.
Then he closed his eyes and concentrated for a while before attempting to detach his spirit body from his flesh.
That light and floaty feeling, as if about to fly away, enveloped him.
Hastur floated to the desk, enveloping the War Medal, and suddenly felt a burning sensation all over, as if flames were spreading.
The original light and floaty feeling turned heavy, as if wearing a suit of armor.
Hastur tried circling the study a few times and even tried to merge into the ceiling, passing directly to the third-floor room.
No one lived there, and there were no piles of clutter, making it very spacious.
Hastur flew out from the door of the third-floor room, speeding back and forth along the corridor, feeling the speed of the spirit body.
Just as he was about to pass the room with the golden box, he hurriedly stopped, feeling it was better not to approach in his spirit state.
Hastur changed direction, returned to the original room inside the house, followed the floor back to the second-floor study, and saw his own body.
The spirit flew over, dropped the War Medal, and then merged back into the flesh.
A faint burning sensation arose, probably because the effects of the War Medal hadn't completely faded.
The consumption of spiritual power wasn't much; after a brief rest, he quickly returned to normal.
Controlling the spirit body wasn't a problem; the issue was how to test whether the rules he had set, combined with the covert authority, could deceive the extraordinary individuals' scrutiny.
Only ordinary people like the butler Neil were at home, and deceiving them was pointless.
"It seems I still need the help of Maric or Sharon."
…
The next day, just as Hastur was about to leave, Count Richard from next door came to visit.
After exchanging pleasantries, Hastur invited him to sit and prepared a cup of Marquis Red Tea for him.
Count Richard spoke with a slightly awkward expression, "My visit today is mainly to learn some mystical knowledge about dreams."
The so-called deities in dreams again.
Count Richard, aren't you the least bit panicked about this situation?
Hastur didn't want to criticize Count Richard's absurdity. If he were disturbed by so-called deities in his dreams every night when he slept,
He would definitely find a way to drive the so-called deity out of his dreams, not allowing it to dictate his actions continuously.
Hastur thought for a moment, feeling the need to exaggerate the danger a bit, so that Count Richard would understand the value of life lies in staying away from deities.
"Count Richard, have you heard the story of the demon in dreams?"
"No."
"I have some time now, so I'll tell you about it."
Hastur smiled. This story was made up on the spot; it would be surprising if Count Richard had heard of it.
"Long, long ago, there was a man who often dreamed at night. In his dreams, there was a kind and benevolent figure who patiently taught him how to handle various matters."
"With the figure's help, the man's life improved significantly. He not only made a fortune but also married and had a beloved son."
"Just when the man was grateful to the figure, fate began to demand its due."
"First, the man's wife died in childbirth while delivering their second child, and both mother and child couldn't be saved. Then his first son, and finally himself, the entire family died tragically, one after another."
"And that figure simply left the man's dreams and moved on to the next unlucky person, followed by a series of tragedies."
Hastur felt he had made his point clear. If Count Richard was still hopelessly oblivious, then all that could be wished for him was boundless fortune.
Count Richard showed great interest in the dream demon, seemingly unaware that his symptoms were very similar to the victims in the story.
At this, Hastur sighed, advising him to eat and drink well in the coming days, and then to go on his way.
After a moment, Count Richard asked, "You just said a long, long time ago, when did this happen?"
"…"
Hastur looked deeply at Count Richard, confirming he wasn't joking before even sparing the sigh.
The two chatted for an hour, and as he was leaving, Count Richard warmly invited Hastur to a gathering at his home in a few days.
To such an invitation, Hastur merely smiled and said, "If I have the time."
"Baron Campbell, I've always felt we have a connection."
"I feel the same."
After seeing off Count Richard, the butler Neil approached, holding an invitation that looked very luxurious.
"Baron, in five days, Duke Nigen will hold a grand ball at his residence in the Queen's District."
Hastur sat on the sofa, casually taking the invitation, and asked curiously, "Are many nobles attending?"
"Many, almost all the notable nobles are on the guest list."
"I see, it's indeed a grand event."
Hastur smiled as he toyed with the invitation in his hand, already guessing.
If nothing unexpected happened, Qilangos would attempt to assassinate Duke Nigen at this ball, which would ultimately fail due to Miss Audrey's early warning.
"It seems I need to meet Miss Audrey before the ball arrives, then discuss Qilangos ' matter together."
Hastur felt it was better to accomplish this with Audrey.
If he informed Greck on his own, it would easily arouse suspicion; it was better to
"If he informed Greck on his own, it would easily arouse suspicion; it was better to let Audrey seize the overt reward, while he acquired Duke Nigen's covert political resources."
"Once Audrey exposes Qilangos , I'll immediately inform Greck, thus achieving the situation I desire."
Hastur pondered for a moment, finding this approach viable.
"In fact, I should thank Qilangos for helping me gain favor."
Qilangos truly is a good person.
(End of Chapter)
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