In the dark sewers, Klein wiped his neck and turned his attention back to Lanevus's cracked head and headless corpse, as well as the two tarot cards stuck in his eyes.
He had originally wanted to retrieve all the "flying knives" he had thrown out and erase the corresponding clues, but he discovered a very real and serious problem.
He didn't have night vision.
He was able to rush through the pitch-black sewers and engage in an intense battle with Lanevus because of his Spirit Vision!
He could see the colors of Lanevus's aura and the spiritual radiance of various creatures. He could vaguely grasp the places they "illuminated" and use that to identify his path.
Unfortunately, the tarot card he was using now wasn't the one he had obtained from the Nighthawks. It didn't have any spiritual silver patterns, and it was ordinary and without any special characteristics.
In such an environment, Klein could use the colors of his aura and the spiritual radiance to distinguish the outlines of objects in a very small area around him, but he couldn't see the cards that were stuck in the walls and the ground or scattered everywhere at a distance. His intense battle with Lanevus hadn't been limited to a single spot.
Of course, he believed that as long as he had enough time, it wouldn't be too difficult to find the tarot cards that he had thrown out. But the crux of the problem was that the Nighthawks and the military personnel on the airship who were pursuing Lanevus might arrive at any moment!
I can't be careless in this aspect … I've been wearing gloves … This tarot card was bought before I came to Baekeland, and it's a national model … I don't usually use it … Even if I carry it with me, it's usually placed with Mr. Aztec's copper whistle most of the time … No matter what method they use, it'll be very difficult to locate me through them. At most, they'll be able to recreate a portion of the battle scene. And I have a mask on my face, and my shoes are padded … All sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Klein quickly made a decision.
He turned to Lanevus's headless corpse, squatted down, and reached out his black-gloved right palm to quickly search for the items left behind on his body.
Klein had no intention of performing a spirit channeling ritual. Firstly, the feeling of an evil god descending had left a deep impression on him. He didn't dare to blindly channel Lanevus's spirit unless he brought it above the gray fog. Secondly, the Nighthawks and the military could arrive at any time. He didn't think he had enough time to set up a ritual, summon himself, respond to himself, and then channel the spirit above the gray fog.
I should give up when I have to … Klein silently muttered to himself as he retracted his hand from Lanevus's body.
This crazy swindler seemed to have fled in a hurry. He didn't bring any cash, materials, or charms. He only had an eyeball-sized badge on him. There was a light and thin spiritual radiance on it that was quietly shining.
Klein wasn't afraid that the item could be located because he planned on throwing it above the gray fog to study it slowly. Hence, he stood up straight and put the badge into his pocket.
He stared at Lanevus's corpse, and without waiting for the Beyonder characteristic to appear, he took out the remaining tarot cards with his black-gloved left hand.
Then, he straightened his left arm and placed his palm directly above Lanevus's corpse.
Suddenly, Klein released his palm, allowing the tarot cards to fall and cover the headless corpse like leaves. Some of them faced up, with pictures and numbers drawn on them. Some had dark red backs with faint patterns.
After doing all of this, Klein took out the Aztec copper whistle and threw it a few times before running into the depths of the sewers without looking back.
After almost two minutes, figures finally found the place. Some of them wore thick black windbreakers, while others wore well-tailored military-like uniforms.
The leader was Crestet Cesimir, who carried a pure white bone sword. His red gloves were stained with dust, and his determined face revealed obvious exhaustion and weakness.
They stopped a few meters away from the corpse, and with the help of their night vision, they saw Lanevus's corpse and the head by the wall.
There were two tarot cards stuck in the head. One was The Emperor, and the other was The Wheel of Fortune.
The surface of the headless corpse was covered with even more paper cards, which depicted "The Chariot Driven by the Victor", "The Hermit Wearing a Long Robe and Carrying a Lamp", "The Grim Reaper Riding a White Horse and Wearing Armor", and even more Holy Grail and Scepter numbered cards.
On the surrounding walls and floor, there were also tarot cards such as "Demon", "Sun", and "Judgment".
All of this looked like the scene of some strange ritual, and Lanevus was the sacrificial offering that was destined to be sacrificed.
Crestet Cesimir drew a silent breath and frowned. The Beyonders around him were momentarily stunned by the terrifying and mysterious scene in the dark environment.
…
After leaving the scene of Lanevus's death, Klein quickly found an exit and left. He tore off his clown mask and walked quickly towards East Borough in the shadows of the gas lamps.
Before that, he had already dealt with the stains on the soles of his shoes.
It wasn't until he entered East Borough and arrived at Black Palm Street that he heaved a sigh of relief. Then, in his rented one-bedroom apartment, he quickly held a ritual to summon and respond to himself.
In his Spirit Body state, Klein moved all the clothes he had worn that night, the remaining charms, herbs, essential oils, and the badge he had obtained from Lanevus above the gray fog. He then used spiritual flames to burn the corresponding clues.
Phew … He exhaled and finally had the time to take a look at what the badge he had obtained from Lanevus looked like.
The badge was only the size of an eyeball, and on the front was engraved the symbol of fate and concealment. On the back was a tight circle of tiny ancient Hermes inscriptions:
"You can join with this item."
What does that mean? Is Lanevus a member of some secret organization? Klein rubbed his temples. He was physically and mentally exhausted, and the timing wasn't right. He decisively gave up on his research and decided to think about it after the Tarot Gathering.
He quickly left the mysterious space above the gray fog, changed into another set of clothes, and removed the disguise he had previously made.
However, he wasn't in a hurry to return to Minsk Street. He planned to sleep until the next morning. This was because moving on the streets after midnight was easy to attract attention, and with the incident that had just happened.
Lying in bed, Klein looked out the window at the night sky where the moonlight had receded. His mind gradually calmed down.
After completing the initial stages of his revenge, he felt that he had removed a huge burden from his shoulders and lost a lot of his depression. Compared to before, his mental state was clearly much better.
Ince Zangwill and Sealed Artifact 0-08 aren't something I can deal with at the moment. Furthermore, the difference is huge. Only by becoming a High-Sequence Beyonder, a demigod existence, will I be qualified to participate in this matter … Before advancing to Sequence 4, I'll pretend that they don't exist …
Yes, my goal for a long time to come is to work hard to improve myself. I've already completely digested the Clown potion. Once I gather all the Beyonder ingredients, I'll be able to advance to Magicians.
After that, there's still Faceless, Marionettist, and the corresponding Sequence 4 whose name I still don't know.
Other than that, I'll be a normal detective.
Klein's mind was at peace as he thought about his plans for the future. He was no longer as anxious or depressed.
As he thought about it, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he silently muttered to himself,
Captain, Baansen, Melissa, you probably prefer to see me like this …
…
At dawn, a group of people wearing surgical caps and white masks, dressed like doctors, arrived at the entrance of the Dock Workers Association's dormitory.
The leader, who looked very experienced, said to the confused residents, "A contagious disease has been discovered in this building.
"A contagious disease has been discovered in this house, and a man named Kevin has passed away because of it."
"We'll provide free treatment. There's a special medicine for this contagious disease. As long as you take it in time, you'll be fine. "
"Kevin?" One by one, the residents exclaimed as they looked around for their colleague named Kevin, but they didn't discover anything.
That was Lanevus's alias.
Seeing that this medical charity was accompanied by a policeman they knew, the residents no longer had any doubts. They began to nervously line up to receive the medicine.
The first was a middle-aged man with a big beard. He nervously asked all sorts of questions, afraid that a bottle of medicine wouldn't be able to fight the contagious disease.
It was not until the doctors showed signs of impatience that he drank the bottle of blue medicine.
Following that, he was helped to the side and aimed his mouth at a hole of the same size.
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
The man suddenly felt nauseous and vomited violently, spitting out a blob of sour and bloody stuff.
Just as he was about to move his gaze to see what he had vomited, he was forcefully pulled away by two strong nurses.
The hole the size of a mouth was located in an iron-black metal bucket. The bottom of the bucket was dark and deep, with almost no light coming from it.
And there, there was a pool of yellowish-green liquid. In the middle of the liquid was a small piece of blood-colored flesh. The flesh was covered in fine black hair!
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
One by one, the residents drank the medicine and vomited in pain in front of different metal buckets.
…
Empress Borough, Earl Hall's luxurious villa.
"Why did you suddenly come to visit so early?" Audrey looked at the sky outside and then at Viscount Glaint in front of her.
Glaint looked around and only saw a huge golden retriever squatting beside him. He lowered his voice and said, "I was planning on going to the racecourse, but I met Kang Si on the way.
"I was going to the racetrack, but I met Kang Si on the way. He told me something very interesting. It was really interesting. I thought I would pass by here, so I came to share it with you."
"What is it?" Audrey asked with interest.
Glaint didn't pay attention to his choice of words.
"You should've heard of the Aurora Order, right? It's the Aurora Order that assassinated Ambassador Intis. They were captured, and a few important members died. A very large plot failed as a result. "
I thought it was something related to the True Creator's godhood. Xio and the others got someone to report it yesterday evening, and they took action at night … Wait, the Aurora Order seems to worship the True Creator! Audrey's eyes lit up and she asked in a reserved manner,
She asked in a reserved manner, "What plot?"
"I don't know. Kang Si refused to say. He only told me that the person in charge of this plot was a former wanted swindler named Lanevus." Glaint spread out his right palm.
As expected … Audrey nodded indiscernibly. She did not hide her curiosity and asked,
She didn't hide her curiosity and asked, "Was he caught?"
"He died, but he didn't die at the hands of our people." Glaint paused. "This is what I meant by interesting. When his corpse was discovered, it was covered in many tarot cards. It was the same for the surroundings. Imagine the scene …"
Tarot cards? The corpse was covered in many tarot cards? Audrey was taken aback at first, but then she came to a realization.
This was done by our Tarot!
This was done by Mr. Fool's Blessed!
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