On a moonlit night, in the garden of 160 Böklund Street.
A gray rat crawled out of a cave and ran to the bottom of the master bedroom's balcony.
A tiny black blob that resembled a paste floated down and was placed on the rat's head in an acrobatic manner.
It quickly turned around and ran out of 160 Böklund Street, arriving at the entrance to the nearby sewers.
At this moment, the gray rat raised its front half and extended its two claws.
Its claws suddenly extended in a strange manner as clumps of clearly visible muscles appeared on its front legs!
Then, it used its mutated front claws to forcefully move the manhole cover without making a sound!
Without stopping, the gray rat burrowed into the sewers and went all the way to the spot where Demoness Trissy was hiding.
It dug around in the corner and found a piece of mirror shard in the dirt.
After doing all of this, the gray rat threw the black blob on its head to a relatively clean spot and retreated to a corner. It allowed its body to be pulled by an invisible person as it slowly lengthened and widened, turning into a middle-aged man wearing a dark red coat and an old triangular hat. It was none other than Admiral of Blood who had been active at sea in the past.
However, this Señor's body and clothes were only a thin layer, as though he was a dummy cut out of paper.
This rat is still considered fat … Admiral of Blood, who resembled a paper figurine, raised his hand to stroke his chin as the cold wind in the sewers blew at him, nearly making him float up.
The person who spoke was none other than Klein. In his master bedroom, he controlled his Spirit Body Threads and transformed a rat into a marionette. He sent it to the sewers with the ritualistic ingredients in an attempt to contact Demoness Trissy.
Señor, whose arms were constantly twisting with the wind, bent down and picked up the black blob. This was an item left behind after Trissy burned a strand of her hair with black flames. It could be used as a communication ritual.
Right on the heels of that, he wiped the mirror fragment clean and smeared the ingredients in his hand over it.
After completing this step, Klein made his marionette take two steps back with the mirror in hand. He then slammed it against the mossy wall like a realistic oil painting.
…
East Borough, in a room with heavy curtains and almost no light.
The black and slippery 'tentacles' overlapped and intertwined into an enormous ball.
At the tip of these 'tentacles', there was a black and white eyeball embedded in them. Some of them looked like the heads of venomous snakes. Their mouths were slightly opened and their tongues flicked out. All of them were strangely shaped and horrifying.
Suddenly, they either rose up or retracted, and the spheres disintegrated layer by layer.
In the center of the ball was a girl who was curled up into a ball. She had an unusually sweet appearance, and her brows were tightly furrowed. Her expression was slightly distorted due to the pain, and it was exceptionally pitiful.
The slippery and disgusting "tentacles" had all retracted and quickly shrunk before finally returning to their original form.
Strands of shiny black hair!
The expression of the girl with long, silky hair softened. She slowly got up and walked to the side of the bed that had been divided into small pieces. She picked up the nightdress that had fallen to the ground and put it on.
Then, she combed her black hair and walked to the full-length mirror. She stretched out her right palm and wiped the surface of the glass.
A layer of black flames ignited, silently burning the air before quickly extinguishing without a trace, leaving behind a dark and deep mirror.
In the mirror, light and shadows flickered, quickly revealing a dirty and muddy sewer environment. A middle-aged man wearing an old triangular hat and a dark red coat was leaning against the wall, looking down at the girl who was a great distance away. It was like a famous painting that had come to life.
The girl with a round face and slender eyes silently looked at him for two seconds before suddenly laughing.
As her smile bloomed, the nearly lightless room instantly seemed to brighten up.
She then gently moved her lips and said in a teasing tone,
"Mr. German Sparrow, is this the craziness and coldness of the strongest adventurer?
"Or perhaps I actually know a clown?"
Klein wasn't surprised that Demoness Trissy could recognize his identity as German Sparrow. After all, he had met her in the form of Admiral of Blood Señor, and this pirate admiral had long become German Sparrow's prey.
Back then, Trissy had been hiding in the sewers due to her injuries. Previously, she had been focused on the investigations regarding revenge, so she wasn't aware of the various news at sea. It was rather normal for her not to know what had happened to Admiral of Blood. However, after recovering her health and leaving, if she didn't figure out the latest news regarding her collaborator, it could only be said that she had failed both the Assassin and Instigator stages.
Clearly, Trissy's past actions proved that even though she was bad, there was nothing wrong with her brain.
Klein didn't argue. Señor, who was controlling the paper figurine, smiled and simply replied, "That's right.
"Why can't clowns be crazy and cruel?"
Without waiting for Trissy to answer, he asked,
"How far have you investigated the captain of the royal guards?"
Trissy's expression turned gloomy.
"It will take at least another month, maybe even two months."
"If you need any help, you can look for me," Klein emphasized again.
Trissy scoffed and said, "That's right.
"In Baekeland, in this game, strength cannot solve all problems.
"Of course, I never waste an opportunity to make use of others.
"Mr. German Sparrow, since there's no need to hide my identity, can you give me a more convenient way to contact you?"
Why do I feel like I'm being asked for my phone number … Klein thought for a moment and calmly described the steps to summon Miss Messenger. He didn't forget to emphasize that gold coins were an important ritual ingredient.
Trissy didn't say anything else as she reached out her right hand again and touched the mirror.
The black flames rose and disappeared, and the full-body mirror returned to normal.
In the sewers, Admiral of Blood Señor, who was in paper figurine form, buried the mirror fragment back into the ground. Then, he rapidly shrunk his body and transformed back into a gray rat. He rushed deep into the underground World and fed himself to the carnivorous creatures.
160 Böklund Street. Klein drew the curtains and returned to his reclining chair.
To be frank, he regretted cooperating with Trissy.
He felt that this fellow was burdened with the will of the Primordial Demoness, and she was willing to disregard everything for the sake of revenge. She was like a mobile bomb, and it was unknown when she would lose control.
If Trissy were to mutate, it's very likely that she would create a terrifying disaster … I shouldn't have let her go back then … Klein sighed and began setting up a ritual. He brought the black paste above the gray fog in an attempt to divine Trissy's current whereabouts and her recent condition.
Twenty to thirty seconds later, he received the result of failure.
This made him even more worried. This meant that Trissy had, to a certain extent, become a Blessed of the Primordial Demoness.
…
The next morning, after having breakfast, Klein began instructing Butler Walter and his new assistant butler, Richardson, in distributing the gifts he had brought back from the Southern Continent.
They filled an entire suitcase, including Fermo coffee beans, East Balam tobacco, River Valley wine, human bone sculptures, and other specialties.
They were to be sent to different neighbors on the street, representing Dawn Dantès's sincerity. It also announced his return to social occasions.
"Yes, when you hand this bottle of River Valley wine to Member of Parliament Macht or his wife, remember to mention that it's suitable for making sour cocktails. It's a perfect partner with lemon juice," Klein exhorted Walter.
Every gift had to be given to a particular person. It had to be based on the person's preferences. Of course, the most popular product in the Southern Continent, Donningsman Hair Tonic, wasn't suitable as a gift, as it was more like a form of mockery.
Walter nodded solemnly.
"Yes, sir."
When his employer didn't have any other instructions, Richardson swept the remaining gifts and took the initiative to ask, "Where are they being sent?
Where are they being sent? "
"These are for the bursary foundation's staff. I'll send them myself," Klein said with a smile.
He then pointed at the golden amulet in his hand and said, "I missed the birth of Dr. Allen's child.
I need to personally pay a visit to express my apologies. Heh heh, I'll head over in the afternoon and give this amulet unique to the Southern Continent to that child. "
Of course, Will Auceptin Ceres likely won't like it … Compared to this, "He" would rather have ice-cream … After saying that, Klein mumbled inwardly.
After the butler and Richardson left one after another, bringing the gifts and the valet to the different neighbors, Klein boarded his carriage and went all the way to the Rouen Charity Bursary Foundation at 22 Phelps Street.
After getting off the carriage, he walked ahead. Behind him was his valet, Enuni, who was carrying a huge pile of gifts. Along the way, he would greet any staff member he encountered and give them a gift.
Just like that, Klein went up to the second floor and arrived at one of the directors' offices. He bent his finger and gently knocked on the ajar door.
"Please come in." Audrey Hall's gentle voice sounded.
As a rather senior Spectator, she had previously discovered that Mr. Dawn Dantès had come to the Rouen Charity Bursary Foundation and had been waiting patiently.
Klein pushed open the door and entered. He took out a small gift box from his inner pocket and smiled warmly.
"I've returned from the Southern Continent. Yes, the business this time was very successful. I've brought a small gift for everyone, hoping to share my joy."
He deliberately mentioned it to indicate that he remembered Miss Justice's request.
"Then I can't find a reason to reject it," Audrey said with a faint smile in anticipation.
This wasn't to say that she cared what gift Mr. World would give, but that she was curious about what gift Mr. World would give.
After receiving the gift box, she tore open the packaging in front of Dawn Dantès and discovered an accessory with a white feather as its main body and pale yellow patterns.
"This is a hat accessory." Klein explained, "People of a certain social status in East Balam like to wear all kinds of white feathers on different parts of their bodies as accessories. Among them, the ones on hats are the most valuable and meaningful. It's said that this comes from the custom of worshiping feathered serpents. Heh heh, feathered serpents are the symbol of Death there."
As for the feather that he had gotten a Southern Continent craftsman to make into a hat accessory, it was a by-product of the Artificial Death Project. It could be used as a sacrifice.
Klein had once obtained three of them. One had been used in Bayam and combined with the corresponding copper whistle messenger, he had summoned a monster that had been corrupted and mutated by Artificial Death. Another feather had been sacrificed to Artificial Death in the Southern Continent, allowing him to receive the revelation that Ince Zangwill's evil spirit had possessed him. This was the last feather.
As the present Artificial Death was actually equivalent to the Evernight Goddess to a certain extent, Klein, who had been clearly designated as a Blessed, no longer needed to perform the ritual like before. He could use other materials to replace the feather. Therefore, he decided to make the remaining feather into a gift and give it to Miss Justice. After all, she was a believer of Evernight. Perhaps she could use this feather to contact Artificial Death at critical moments.
Audrey held the gift and smiled as she quietly listened to Dawn Dantès's recount. A thought flashed through her mind for no reason.
Don't tell me Mr. World really plucked out the feathers of a feathered serpent to make this hat accessory …
PS: I recommend a fantasy book, Demon-Hunter Culinary Manual. Introduction: When night falls, there are murmurs in his ears. When the monsters in the shadows begin to stir, Jason's hungry stomach begins to rumble. He can't help but swallow his saliva …
Hunger is the best spur.
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