The atmosphere in the activity room, illuminated by only a single candle, was as silent as if it had frozen.
A few seconds later, the man who was suspected to be the Apothecary mumbled,
"Why didn't you leave your address? That way, I can still get something from your corpse. "
It looks like a curse, but it's actually an exhortation … Klein pretended not to understand and looked at Black Snake.
"If I don't gamble, I won't have a chance of living. If I gamble, there's at least a sliver of hope."
"I won't sit here and wait for death to descend upon me."
Upon hearing this, Eye of Wisdom, who was about to speak, shut his mouth because he couldn't provide any other hope.
"I really admire your character!" Black Snake laughed.
"I also admire it very much. I used to have a few friends with such personalities. Now, I go to their tombstones every year to place a bouquet of flowers." The man suspected to be Apothecary echoed, but he was actually exhorting in a low voice.
He didn't care that Black Snake was better at fighting than him and said whatever he wanted.
Mr. Apothecary must've suffered because of his temper … Klein secretly thanked him.
He handed the iron cigar case containing the Hunter Beyonder characteristic to the attendant who had led him in and watched him walk to Eye of Wisdom.
The old gentleman counted out 400 pounds in cash from the suitcase beside him and got the attendant to give it to Black Snake.
Black Snake casually glanced at it and said,
"I believe in Mr. Eye of Wisdom."
He took out a small wooden box from his chest, bent down, and placed it on the ground. With a forceful push, the item slid in front of Klein without passing through the attendant.
As soon as Klein's fingers touched the surface of the box, he immediately felt a slight auditory hallucination, causing him to feel dizzy due to the violent jolt.
To him, this wasn't something unacceptable. It wasn't even comparable to the illusory voices brought about by the prayers of Justice and the others.
After sitting up straight again, Klein carefully opened the wooden box and saw an ear inside!
The ear looked real, but the skin was black, and there were a few spots where it was rotting and green.
"How should I use it?" Klein asked.
Black Snake replied casually, "Holding it without gloves is equivalent to using it.
"Holding it without gloves is the same as using it. Heh, you'd better go home and try it when you're alone."
Klein didn't ask any more questions. He closed the box and put it in his pocket.
"It makes me feel dizzy."
After a brief silence, the man suspected to be Apothecary suddenly shouted,
"I want to buy marrow crystals from the Spring of the Elves, who has them?"
His voice reverberated, but no one answered.
Apothecary smacked his lips and mumbled,
"Really, every time I ask, there's no answer."
"Maybe you can book a ticket to Sonia Island," Eye of Wisdom quipped with a smile.
The Spring of the Elves was also known as the Sonia Golden Spring. From its name, one could tell where it came from. The water of the Spring of the Elves was common and was an item rich in spirituality. As for the marrow crystals, they were considered Beyonder ingredients and weren't easily bought.
After that, a few more transactions failed at the gathering. Eye of Wisdom clapped his hands and said,
"Let's call it a day. As usual, we'll leave one by one, three minutes apart from each other."
One by one … Three minutes apart from each other … Are they afraid that someone will follow or even rob the other members of the gathering? Klein received a notification from Eye of Wisdom and stood up. Under the guidance of an attendant, he left the activity room and came to the door.
He took off his hooded robe and returned it to the other party. Then, he followed the path he remembered and returned to The Brave's back door. Then, he took off his iron mask and walked through the kitchen. Amidst the barking of dogs and howling of humans, he saw Kaspars standing outside the card room.
"I'm very relieved that you're back." The red-nosed elder clearly heaved a sigh of relief. The hideous wound on his face seemed to tremble.
Klein leaned over and lowered his voice.
"Will there be another gathering like this in the future?"
"It looks like you didn't get what you wanted. Holy Lord of Storms, I don't think you need to waste any more time." Kaspars glanced at the troublesome customer and said, "Maybe in a few days. I'm not sure about the details. Let's see if you can make it in time."
Klein nodded and asked, "What's the matter?
"Is Marić around?"
"Are you trying to convince him? No, that will only anger him! "Kaspars warned in a deep voice." He's in the card room behind you. "
No, I don't plan on convincing him. I want to stay as far away from him as possible to prevent his zombies from rebelling … Klein touched the Aztec copper whistle in his pocket and said,
"I understand."
He immediately left The Brave and went to the one-bedroom apartment in East Borough before returning to Minsk Street.
In the card room, Marić used up all his chips and confidently flipped his hand over.
He had three Kings and a pair of Nines. The zombie opposite him had a pair of Sixes and an Eight.
Suddenly, the zombie took the initiative to reveal his trump card — a pair of Sixes!
This round, four Sixes to win!
The pale Marić was stunned. He immediately felt the gazes of all the zombies around him coldly staring at him.
A few minutes later, he left the card room with weak footsteps, almost falling at the door. The subordinates who usually surrounded him collapsed on the ground inside the room.
"Don't let anyone in before midnight," Marić instructed hoarsely as he looked at the stunned Kaspars.
He took out a white handkerchief and wiped the corner of his mouth. It was quickly stained with a dark blue color with a tinge of red.
After receiving an affirmative answer from Kaspars, Marić found a random chair and sat down. He asked for a bucket of Southville beer and drank it in a daze for a long time.
...
15 Minsk Street. Klein washed up and returned to his room, drawing the curtains.
After waiting for more than ten minutes and confirming that there were no spiritual points of light around him, he began to summon himself and respond to himself. He brought the black ear and the wooden box into the mysterious space above the gray fog.
The illusory crimson stars dotted the bottom without any twinkle. Klein sat at the end of the long ancient table and opened the wooden box.
This time, he didn't have auditory hallucinations, nor did he feel dizzy. The boundless gray fog seemed to isolate all sounds from the outside world.
Klein immediately heaved a sigh of relief. He had more confidence in his subsequent attempts — in terms of safety.
With a thought, he shielded his hearing and did a few experiments to confirm the effects.
Not bad … Klein nodded in satisfaction. He reached out and grabbed the rotting black ear.
A cold and slippery sensation entered his brain. He didn't hear the voice of the great existence described by the Black Snake.
"It's completely isolated? This won't do … Just using it won't do … "Klein muttered to himself in puzzlement as he thought of a way to stimulate the effects.
Ten seconds later, he conjured a pen and paper, planning to imitate the process of spying on the Eternal Blazing Sun.
Back then, I used divine blood to look directly at the Eternal Blazing Sun. This time, I'm only using an item left behind by a Listener. It definitely won't be that dangerous … Klein confidently wrote a divination statement:
"The source of this item."
He took a deep breath, held the black ear, leaned back, and silently recited the divination statement.
After seven times, his eyes darkened as he fell into a deep slumber.
In the blurry, shattered, and gray World, Klein saw a man struggling on the ground. He was rolling and screaming, his eyes protruding out as his body swelled up like a balloon. Countless strands of hair had turned black and long.
Right on the heels of that, an extremely evil and filthy voice entered Klein's ears, instantly waking him up.
It was different from the ravings and roars he had before entering the mysterious space above the gray fog. This voice was more penetrative, purposeful, and proactive!
Klein covered his ears to isolate the follow-up, but the voice still echoed in his mind.
He saw his blood vessels and veins protruding out, as though they had turned into thick, squirming venomous snakes.
Bang!
His blood vessels burst open as veins detached from his body, spreading outwards to form slippery tentacles filled with evil patterns. The gray fog shook slightly, causing the palace that looked like a giant's residence to show signs of corrosion.
Unlike the Eternal Blazing Sun, Klein still had some rationality left and didn't roll on the ground. He gripped the handrail tightly and endured it bitterly.
After a few seconds, the shaking gray fog calmed down, and the evil voice echoing in Klein's mind completely calmed down.
The "tentacles" fell to the ground, and his wounds began to heal rapidly.
Dealing with a deity is really a dangerous thing, no matter what method is used … Thankfully, I didn't face the True Creator this time. Otherwise, some of the madness and loss of control would likely remain and affect my body in the real World … Klein weakly leaned back in his chair as he silently mocked himself.
Such a process was basically within his expectations, and it didn't go beyond his control.
The only thing that surprised him was that the True Creator seemed to be slightly stronger than the Eternal Blazing Sun …
Just as Klein's thoughts were about to wander, he saw the black ear in his palm suddenly collapse, turning into tiny, light black dots of light.
Returning to a pure Beyonder characteristic? Amidst his puzzlement, Klein saw the twitching tentacles with evil patterns on them from the corner of his eye. It was the madness and loss of control that had been stripped from his body.
These tentacles gradually turned transparent and were about to disappear.
Klein suddenly had a flash of inspiration as he scattered the tiny, light black dots of light in his palm onto the slippery tentacles.
An illusory black gas rose up, turning into a sky with lightning constantly streaking across it. The background was extremely dense and gloomy.
All of this quickly disappeared from Klein's eyes as an iron-black charm with many symbols, magic labels, sinister patterns, and distorted Spirit Numbers appeared on the ground.
Klein bent down to pick it up and felt as though a crazed person was sealed within it.
With the help of divination, he barely managed to decipher the use of the charm from the revelation. It was to let the opponent hear a terrifying roar and infect them with madness. As for the final outcome, it depended on the target's resistance in this aspect. If they were strong, they might obtain benefits, but the price was to become a devout believer of the True Creator. If they were weak, they would collapse on the spot and die screaming.
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