After watching Walter leave the second floor, Klein entered the dining hall and surveyed the area. He realized that the servants were much more energetic than usual. They even felt a little restless.
Indeed, Life's Cane can also affect humans. It's just that it's relatively less exaggerated. It's in a relatively normal and acceptable range … According to this logic, the servants' reproductive abilities have definitely increased. The only problem is that they don't have a spouse, so there's no way for it to manifest itself …
Hmm … Will Mr. Butler's return today result in him having a child nine to ten months later … His wife is almost forty. It's a little dangerous to give birth in this era. Of course, as the other party of reproduction, the effects of Life's Cane will spread. It shouldn't be a problem …
Man, I wonder if the potential effects will make it easier to conceive a child. If the fertility rate in Böklund Street increases significantly after Dawn Dantès moves in, my reputation will be doomed … Klein's thoughts wandered as he concluded inwardly.
Life's Cane is indeed very sinister!
In the future, I'll only use it in the real World for a period of time every day. I'll try my best not to affect the humans around me!
After breakfast, Klein brought his valet, Enuni, to the first floor and prepared to go out for a stroll.
At that moment, two second-class maids were cleaning the hall.
"Good morning, sir." Upon seeing Dawn Dantès walk over, the two maids immediately stood up and made way for him while greeting him.
Of course, if they were in a corner, they would try their best not to make a sound to prevent disturbing their employer. This was what Butler Walter had taught them.
Klein nodded slightly and gave a simple response before slowly approaching the door.
At that moment, the two maids suddenly saw a wheat ear stuck in Enuni's head. It was plump and golden in color.
Before they could take a closer look, the valet seemed to sense something amiss. He raised his right hand and pulled off the wheat ear with some force.
The two maids looked at each other, a little surprised, but also a little amused.
They believed that Enuni had accidentally stained some wheat ears on his body when he followed Mr. Dantès to Maygur Manor. He had brought them all the way back to 160 Böklund Street and scattered them in places in his room that weren't easy to clean, such as under his pillow. Then, last night, when he was sleeping, he had pushed his pillow away in his dream, causing a wheat ear to roll into his hair. He didn't notice it when he was washing up during breakfast.
Although this process was complicated and not easy to achieve, at least there was a certain probability.
"It can't be that Enuni grew a wheat ear on his own, right …" The two maids mumbled and continued with their work.
After leaving 160 Böklund Street, Klein and Enuni walked slowly under the withered Intis parasol tree, breathing in the relatively refreshing autumn air.
Similar to him, some of the neighbors were also taking a morning stroll.
Of course, this wasn't a habit of Baekeland's upper class. Last year, the smog was still very bad, and the air was rather pungent. No one was willing to waste time on the streets while enduring the cold wind and the humidity.
As neighbors, since they had encountered each other, there was no doubt that they would greet each other. When they passed by each other, a lawyer caught sight of Dawn Dantès's valet raising his hand to cover his mouth and nose as though he was yawning.
When the mixed-blood youth lowered his right hand, the lawyer suddenly noticed something different.
His nose seems to be even straighter …
Haha, I must've been thinking about this too much, causing me to hallucinate …
If only my nose bridge was a little straighter …
As the lawyer thought, he raised his hand to rub his nose. At the same time, he saw two stray dogs chasing in front of him, attempting to breed on the streets.
…
After his stroll, Klein returned to the activity room on the third floor and placed Life's Cane above the gray fog.
It does have a certain effect. The main point of a Bizarro Sorcerer's digestion is to create terrifying scenes to scare people, as well as to use strange methods to make people feel fear … This is really like a director, but it's a horror film director …
Yes, there's no need to really scare people … There are terrifying scenes hidden in a peaceful daily life, and the humans around me don't notice them. They will only occasionally connect the dots and think deeply about it. They will be terrified by a certain possibility, so much so that they don't dare to turn off the lights and have nightmares. This is also a type of horror film … Klein examined his condition and summarized his experiences over the past few months. Finally, he condensed the keyword "horror film director."
And after understanding this point, he had many ideas on how to quickly digest the potion.
This required him to not only finish off his enemies, but also give them the treatment of a horror film's main character or important supporting character!
That's very troublesome. I'll definitely do my best against a demigod target. How can I have the mood to be fancy … Yes, there's no need to find a demigod target. There's no such restriction when acting. I can totally "Teleport" to the sea and find some lucky pirates to "act in" and create some horror stories …
That's right. Since I'm a director, I have to let my "work" be passed down! From the looks of it, I have to let a number of "actors" successfully escape every time and spread the nightmares they experience to create the corresponding sea legend. I can't feed them all to Creeping Hunger … As Klein formulated his plan, he suddenly thought of a problem.
How many of the horror legends in the Northern Continent and the sea that have a certain foundation are deliberately created by Bizarro Sorcerers?
There must be some … Sigh, if Amon were to act as a Bizarro Sorcerer, he would probably be able to digest the potion in less than a month. "His" talent in this aspect is simply astonishing. "He" doesn't consider the consequences … In fact, while finding pirates to "film" a horror film, I can also find an opportunity to scare the other demigods. There's no need to fight them to the death. Once the goal is achieved, I can escape … Klein's thoughts raced as he came up with a supplementary acting plan.
Hence, he seriously considered his target.
I definitely can't find angels and above. Those I'm not familiar with will make me the protagonist of a horror film on the spot, the kind that will kill me. Those I'm familiar with will know that I'm a Bizarro Sorcerer, so they won't be able to scare me …
Among the saints, there are many whose whereabouts I don't know. Scaring the archbishops will easily cause an unnecessary chain reaction, causing the situation in the World to become even more tense, causing the war to break out ahead of time …
Uh, after eliminating them, the most suitable targets are actually the fanatic demigod of the Charismatic Order's Artificial Death faction, Patrick Bryan, as well as Will Auceptin, the Councilors of the Fate Council, and …
After drafting the list, Klein decided to take the time to visit Dr. Allen Ceres in the next two days. He wanted to bring some ice-cream for a particular baby and ask where the Councilors had been recently.
If he wanted to scare the subordinates of others, he needed the approval of the chairman!
After sorting out his thoughts, Klein was in a good mood. He went out again and went to Saint Samuel Cathedral to pray and donate. Then, he went to the Rouen Charity Bursary Foundation and stayed there until noon.
In the afternoon, he met a few businessmen, professional lawyers, and accountants who were seeking investments, behaving like a normal tycoon.
After filling his stomach and returning to the semi-open room with the balcony, Klein was considering if he should directly visit Dr. Allen Ceres's house tomorrow or invite his family to share dinner at the Srenzo Restaurant, which had very good ice-cream. Suddenly, his spiritual perception was triggered.
He turned his head and wasn't surprised to see Miss Messenger walk out of the void with four blonde, red-eyed heads in her hands.
One of the heads was biting on a letter.
"Who sent it?" Klein was already used to it and asked in anticipation.
As he hadn't received the letter, Reinette Tinekerr could only reply with three heads:
"Fool …" "King …" "King …"
Patrick Bryan? This nickname can even evolve? Klein reached out to take the letter and opened it. He realized that it was indeed from the fanatic demigod of the Charismatic Order's Artificial Death faction.
He wrote in the letter:
"… I've already prepared the special ritual that will help my teacher, Haiter, further recover. Your Excellency, if I receive your permission, I'll hold it at midnight tomorrow …"
The ritual that points to the angel, Haiter? There's no way for the Charismatic Order's Artificial Death faction to avoid Patrick's probing … I can use Paper Angels to interfere … Perfect … Klein flicked his wrist and burned the letter.
Then, he took out a piece of paper and wrote his reply: "Sure.
You have to be careful. "
…
On a quiet night, when it was close to midnight, in an uninhabited garment factory in St. George Borough.
An empty space had been cleared, and there were nearly ten mysterious men in black robes and hoods standing there.
In the middle of them was a dark black coffin that looked rather heavy. Around the coffin were many golden ornaments with traces of soil, many candles with pale flames flickering, and skulls.
Some of these hideous white skulls belonged to humans, while others belonged to animals. Some were extremely strange and looked deformed, making it impossible to imagine what they originally looked like.
The skulls were piled up the most in front of them. Patrick Bryan was standing there.
He had also changed into a black robe, but he didn't pull up his hood, revealing his chiseled features, black hair, brown eyes, and a relatively long and thin face.
The demigod had yet to do anything, but the surroundings had already become extremely cold, as if there were countless invisible creatures having a carnival.
As Patrick Bryan raised his right hand, the hooded believers began to twitch a little in a rather deranged and rhythmic dance.
This was a Spirit Dance, a ritual method that Death loved. The stronger the dancer's spirituality, the better the effect.
As the dance became more intense, a cold, invisible wind blew out from the coffin. Patrick Bryan lowered his head and chanted in a language that seemed to come from the Underworld:
"The king in the depths of hell;
"The angel who plays the music of death;
"The ruler above the River Styx."
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