After a round of comforting, Allen Ceres and Wilma Gladys finally calmed the baby down.
Phew … The lanky Allen heaved a sigh of relief. He straightened his body, nudged his gold-rimmed glasses, and nodded apologetically at his guest.
After a few seconds, he organized his words and said, "Sorry, all children are like that."
"Yes," Klein replied with a smile, indicating that he didn't mind at all.
Following that, he changed the topic and continued sharing what he had seen and heard in East and West Balam.
During this process, he once again used his Beyonder powers, causing all the ordinary people in the activity room to fall into an illusion. As for himself, he picked up the ice-cream he hadn't finished and exchanged it for a silver spoon. He got up with a smile and walked to the pram.
He gently asked, "Will, do you want some?"
Without waiting for the chubby fellow wrapped in silver silk to respond, he said with an increasingly gentle voice, "Now that you're born, you should be able to fold paper cranes.
This way, I don't have to pay you frequent visits. As you know, it's easy to arouse suspicion. "
Will Auceptin Ceres glared at him without giving an answer.
Klein didn't back down. He took a piece of rather good paper from the side and placed it in the pram.
Then, he leaned down and scooped up some ice-cream with a silver spoon.
"All the gifts of fate have a price secretly marked, right?" Klein said with a chuckle as he moved the silver spoon in his hand.
Will, who was lying in the pram, raised his left hand and wiped his tear-stained face.
He mumbled, "To Beyonders of the Fate pathway, they first pay for the items on the price list before waiting for a gift."
With that said, the chubby baby grabbed the piece of paper, and with some difficulty, he folded the paper crane while sobbing.
Klein stood in front of the pram, maintaining the stability of the silver spoon as he watched this scene with a smile.
…
A carriage set off from Pinster Street and headed for Saint Samuel Cathedral.
When passing by the house at 160 Böklund Street, Leonard Mitchell glanced through the window and muttered to himself, "Dawn Dantès is back as well.
He muttered to himself, "Dawn Dantès is back as well."
The slightly-aged voice sounded in his mind.
"Our fates will eventually converge."
"Old man, after you woke up, you're becoming more and more like a fraud." Leonard couldn't help but mock him.
Pallez Zoroast chuckled and did not reply.
After arriving at Saint Samuel Cathedral, Leonard was led by a priest into the study of the archbishop of Baekeland, Saint Anthony.
Anthony Stevenson wore a black robe with a hint of red. His eyes were deep and his face was beardless. Standing in the shadow created by the cabinet, he looked like an unknown existence watching everything from the depths of the darkness, making people feel fear for no reason.
"Your Excellency, why did you summon me?" Although Leonard had expected it, he still did not bow properly.
Anthony nodded slightly.
"You have already made sufficient contributions. You can apply to become a Sequence 5 Spirit Warlock. However, your Soul Assurer potion has yet to be completely digested. Therefore, I've pulled you out of Sostel's team and assigned you some missions."
Leonard responded according to procedure.
"Just tell me what you want."
Anthony picked up a stack of paper from the desk and said, "These are all suspected haunted incidents.
Investigate them one by one. Focus on pacifying them and not purifying them. If you need any assistance, you can choose someone from the Nighthawks teams in the areas involved. "
"Yes, Your Excellency." Even if Saint Anthony didn't instruct him, Leonard would have taken the initiative to do such things. Therefore, he had no objections to such an assignment.
After receiving the stack of paper, he casually flipped through it.
"Your Excellency, what's Captain Sostel's team currently busy with?"
Although he had been focused on revenge for the past half a year, making him appear undisciplined and introverted on the inside, preventing him from establishing a deep friendship with the members of the Red Gloves team, they were ultimately teammates who had fought side by side with him. It was inevitable that he would be concerned about them.
"They're currently working with Crestet to complete a mission." Anthony Stevenson didn't answer in detail.
So His Excellency Cesimir is also here in Baekeland … Leonard didn't ask further as he tapped his chest four times in a clockwise fashion.
"May the Goddess bless everyone."
"Praise the Goddess." Anthony returned the gesture.
After exiting the Archbishop's study, Leonard went all the way down. He wanted to find a quiet room and list out the missions he needed to do in order.
On the way, as he walked up the stairs, he subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the stained-glass window high above.
Sunlight shone in from there, making the colorful pattern even more solemn, making the flying dust and tiny flying insects appear clearly.
Upon seeing this scene, Leonard suddenly recalled Old Man's description of Amon. For some reason, he had the illusion that the blasphemer was everywhere in the air.
His heart trembled, and then a doubt arose in his mind. He quickly lowered his voice and said,
"Old man, I have a question."
"What?" Pallez Zoroast asked slowly.
Leonard suppressed his voice and said,
"Why didn't you live in the flying insect's body? They are smaller and more stealthy. They can easily hide in the church without worrying about being found by Amon. "
"How long can a flying insect live? Constantly switching hosts is extremely draining on them. This way, not only is there no way to recover bit by bit through parasitism, it will also worsen their condition and shorten their lifespan, "Pallez Zoroast said with a scoff.
Leonard was enlightened as he pressed, "That's right.
"Then what about other creatures? Those that can live longer and can sneak into the cathedral without being noticed. "
Pallez Zoroast immediately sneered.
"From the looks of it, you haven't taken what I said to heart. You will suffer greatly in the future!
"On the path of the Beyonder, the higher the Sequence, the more madness and inclination to lose control accumulated. This is the essence of a characteristic. It can only be suppressed and resisted, but not eliminated.
"Therefore, for a Parasite, choosing a host has to consider this factor. If they parasitize ordinary animals, it's fine if it's short-term behavior, but if it's prolonged, it will definitely be affected by the body's structure and hormones. Heh heh, everything is mutual, isn't it? A Parasite can affect its host, and in turn, the host will affect them.
"When you are parasitized in an ordinary animal's body, you usually have to find people to talk to. You don't forget your former identity. This way, the risk of exposure is extremely high. And if you don't do so, you will definitely be affected by the host and gradually lose your ability to speak. Your identity will be confused, and you won't know who you are. You will be overwhelmed by madness and inclination to lose control."
Leonard was alarmed when he heard that as he nodded slightly.
"I understand … It's no wonder you are so strict in choosing a host."
"Are you praising yourself?" Pallez Zoroast tsked. "To us, the most suitable parasitic targets are undoubtedly Beyonders of the same pathway. They will be very synchronized in all aspects. Furthermore, after nurturing them Sequence by Sequence, we can also make them a supplement to our own Beyonder powers, a special medicine for our own state. We can also make that body our own."
Upon hearing Old Man calmly describe such evil and terrifying matters, Leonard frowned slightly as he secretly heaved a sigh of relief. This meant that Old Man wouldn't do such a thing to him.
Pallez Zoroast continued.
"The next best choices are Beyonders of the Seer and Apprentice pathways. Absorbing their powers wouldn't place too much of a burden on a Parasite's state, allowing for a relatively rapid recovery.
"The next best choices are Beyonders of other pathways with brains. At the very least, they have good communication skills and know how to cooperate.
"As for you, hehe …"
Leonard was just about to reply to Old Man when he suddenly saw a bishop walking down the stairs. He hurriedly shut his mouth, pressed down on the handrail, and quickened his pace.
…
7: 30 p.m., 39 Böklund Street, Member of Parliament Macht's residence.
Dressed in a tailcoat, Klein alighted from the carriage and buttoned his clothes. Under the illumination of the fountain, he entered the foyer and saw Maury Macht in his olive-green military uniform with an orange-red ribbon and combat medals.
His wife, Riana, was wearing an off-the-shoulder dress. She smiled at Dawn Dantès and said, "Welcome, our Traveler.
"Welcome, our Traveler. Everyone is waiting for you to share your experiences in East and West Balam."
"Then, should I find a newspaper and start a travel column?" Klein replied in a joking manner.
Macht knew very well what business Dwayne Dantès was doing in the Southern Continent. Furthermore, it was all thanks to his recommendation. Therefore, after exchanging looks with a smile, he took the initiative to go forward and give him a hug.
He suppressed his voice and said, "Well done!"
Klein nodded with a smile and asked, "Did you like the present?
Did you like the present? "
He was referring to the bottle of River Valley wine that could be used to make sour cocktails.
"It's great. It's a nostalgic taste," Macht said sincerely.
Klein was just about to enter the hall when he noticed something amiss. He casually swept his gaze and asked in puzzlement,
With a casual glance, he asked in puzzlement, "Miss Hazel isn't around?
"Has she already gone to a women's public school?"
Ma 'am Riana sighed and shook her head.
"No, she's just sick. She doesn't go to public school until September."
"Caught a cold?" Klein expressed the concern a guest should have.
Macht smiled in exasperation.
"No, she was bitten by a crazy rat when she went to a manor in the suburbs a few days ago. The wound hasn't fully healed yet."
Hazel was bitten … By a crazy rat … Klein nodded in thought.
"Did she see a doctor?
"Yes, was that rat caught?"
"The doctor injected her with medicine to prevent infection," Macht said simply. "That rat hasn't been found. Perhaps we need to rear a few cats in the manor."
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