In a room filled with the ethereal fragrance of Amantha extract and Eye of the Spirit potion, Capim's subordinate was controlled by the possessed Klein to constantly chant The Fool's honorific name.
Amidst the monotonous but rhythmic murmurs and the fragrance that made it difficult to focus, the man's Soul Body gradually dispersed. His entire being became muddle-headed, but he maintained a certain degree of strange lucidity, as if he was hypnotizing himself.
With the "help" of Klein in his Spirit Body form and the feedback from chanting The Fool's honorific name, he slowly entered an artificial sleepwalking state. His Astral Projection approached the gray fog at an infinite height, approaching the mysterious place above the gray fog.
Klein seized this opportunity to end the summoning, return to the towering ancient palace, and sit in the seat belonging to The Fool.
He saw a bright and clear light ripple out beside him, outlining the illusory figure of Capim's subordinate. And this mysterious space was affected by the ritual, and there was a slight tremor. Some of the power had been stirred and was slowly flowing.
Klein picked up the Dark Emperor card and made a paper figurine appear in his palm.
With a flick of his wrist, the paper figurine flew out and absorbed the bit of power that had been stirred above the gray fog. It transformed into a man wearing a grayish-black cap and a thick cotton coat. He looked identical to Capim's subordinate, even his aura and feeling were identical.
The paper figurine overlapped with the target's illusory figure, helping him withstand the mysterious and unknown restrictions in his Spirit Body.
At the same time, Klein held the Dark Emperor card in his hand and emanated his spirituality, touching the illusory figure of Capim's subordinate that was outlined by the bright and clear light.
This was an application of the secret deed element. Weak humans and great existences had a bit of synergy, sensing the corresponding knowledge and obtaining a wonderful spiritual experience. What was different from normal was that here, Klein was playing the role of the great existence.
And in this state of close synergy, the interaction was reciprocal. Humans could obtain the knowledge of the great existence, and the great existence could naturally read the desired scene by asking questions.
If it wasn't for the fact that Klein didn't have the Beyonder powers of the mind domain, he could've used this as a cue.
"Who are the powerful figures in Capim's villa?" Klein asked through the spirituality of the interaction.
The shadow transmitted the memory without any resistance, making Klein feel like he was watching a holographic movie.
The man in the cap stood in the room with fear and respect. In front of him was a middle-aged gentleman wearing a black tuxedo and a white wig.
This gentleman had a long, thin, and serious face. His lips were naturally pursed, giving off an unusually cold feeling.
He took out a pocket watch of the same color along the golden chain, opened it and glanced at it.
"Look at me."
The man in the cap didn't dare disobey as he raised his head and looked forward.
"Yes, Mr. Harras."
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw a pair of eyes shining with a strange light and heard a commanding voice.
"Keep the secret!
"I can't reveal anything I see or hear in this villa to anyone outside."
The man in the cap shuddered inexplicably, feeling that he had to do as the other party said.
He lowered his head again and said,
"Yes, Mr. Harras."
…
The man in the cap carried an unconscious girl down the stairs to the entrance of the underground area.
Over there, there was a small room that had been partitioned off. Inside sat a bearded man whose age could not be determined.
The bearded man had a pair of cold and intimidating blue eyes. He held a fine flannelette in his hand and was carefully wiping a grayish-white rifle on the table.
The rifle was thick and long, and it was connected to a large mechanical box of the same color through a pipe.
This was a high-pressure steam rifle!
This was a military-controlled item!
"Mr. Belize …" The man in the cap was already prepared and bowed his head in greeting.
…
The man in the cap entered the neatly arranged underground building that resembled a prison and locked the unconscious girl in one of the small rooms.
He locked the door, returned to the corridor, and picked up the lantern he had been assigned.
At that moment, he saw a figure slowly walking out from the depths of the corridor on the other end.
The figure's eyes seemed to be able to see through the darkness and didn't carry any lighting devices.
With the help of the lantern's light, the man in the cap discovered that it was a woman in her thirties.
The woman wore a brown bonnet that was tilted up in the middle, a thin white shirt and suspender pants, and a pair of leather boots that reached her knees.
There were a few old scars on her face, and the corners of her mouth always held a cruel smile.
The man in the cap lowered his head in shock and fear and stammered, "I'm sorry.
"Madam Katie …"
The woman ignored him. Step by step, she walked past him as if he was nothing but air.
After the lady called Katy left, the man in the cap curled his lips.
"Bitch! You'll definitely be more dissolute than a prostitute in bed! "
He straightened his crotch, picked up the lantern, and left the underground area.
…
The man with the peaked cap met the two men in the magnificent hall that shone with golden light.
One of them was about 1.65 meters tall and a little plump. He didn't have any special features, but his gaze always left one shuddering in fear. The other was about 1.70 meters tall and looked rather old. He had some wrinkles on his forehead, a high nose bridge, and his brown eyes were spirited. He didn't look intimidating.
"Mr. Capim …" The man in the cap first greeted the plump middle-aged man before saying to the other man, "Mr. Parker …"
…
The faint light of dawn shone in as the man in the cap met the cold, middle-aged gentleman known as Mr. Harras at the entrance of the underground area.
Harras, who was wearing a white wig, glanced at him, who was standing respectfully beside him. He nonchalantly stretched out his right palm and aimed it at the entrance of the underground area.
"Confinement!"
Silently, the feeling around him changed subtly.
…
There are a total of four Beyonders, at least four … The strongest should be that Mr. Harras. He's at least a Sequence 6, maybe even a Sequence 5 … I wonder what pathway it is, but it's somewhat similar to the Black Emperor pathway … Relying on order to issue decrees? Based on the scene just now, I can roughly determine that the lockdown is only aimed at the underground area, not the entire villa. That's right. There are people coming and going during the day. Once it's sealed, it'll be too troublesome to get in and out … I wonder if it's the same at night … Klein analyzed the information he had just obtained and asked again:
"What's the overall layout of the villa like?"
He quickly received feedback and saw a resplendent hall, an elegant and spacious dining room, a corridor that ran through the first floor, as well as a washroom and an underground area.
Through them, Klein pieced together the general layout of Capim's villa in his mind.
Sensing the depletion of his spirituality, he asked one last question:
"Which important figures does Capim have close ties with?"
The scene in front of him was the resplendent hall from before. Half-naked girls were either prostrating themselves to serve alcohol to the guests, allowing them to scold and play with them, or being pulled to a secluded spot to be ravaged.
They were all young, and their expressions were pained and numb. If they were slightly slow or not enthusiastic enough, Capim's attendants or maids would whip them.
These servants witnessed the sinful scene, but they didn't have the slightest bit of sympathy. They fought to be the first to express themselves in an attempt to gain praise.
Among the guests, Klein saw Capim, the cold Mr. Harras, a Member of Parliament of the House of Commons who often appeared in the newspapers, and a fat man who was addressed as Deputy Inspector General …
…
That's a Deputy Inspector General of the Baekeland Police Department? That's one of the higher-ups of the police department … None of those servants are good … That's right, the people in the villa must've been screened and trusted … Klein rubbed his forehead and stopped the intimate state. The man in the cap was only a minor leader, so that was all he could know or participate in.
And up to this point, the mysterious and unknown restriction still hadn't been touched.
Klein ended the ritual and made the man's figure disappear above the gray fog. He then returned to the real World.
In the ethereal and illusory room, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the man in the cap who was unconscious on the ground. Based on the information he had just obtained, he analyzed the feasibility of the performance and thought of one plan after another.
Finally, Klein came up with a certain idea and muttered to himself:
Perhaps I don't need any help …
Helpers will only drag me down, making it inconvenient for me to escape when I'm in danger.
I have to choose the timing well. It's very important.
...
Nearly fifty minutes later, the man in the black and gray cap appeared in East Borough and headed straight for the streets controlled by the Zmanger gang.
Just as he saw a few dark-skinned, thin, and fierce-looking highlanders, he immediately approached them and pretended not to look where he was going. He bumped into one of them.
"Damn it! You bunch of trash! "The man in the cap cursed loudly and threw a punch at the other party.
The highlanders, who loved to fight to begin with, didn't back down and engaged him in a brawl.
During this process, the man in the cap pulled out his dagger, and the highlanders also drew their weapons.
Splat!
In the midst of the battle, a dagger stabbed into the man's neck in time, hitting his artery.
The man in the cap collapsed, bright red blood splattering around his head.
He quickly lost his life, and the illusory, transparent figure in his body disappeared.
Klein returned above the gray fog and used it as a springboard to re-enter his body. He opened his eyes in a cheap hotel in Cherwood Borough.
He cleaned up the remaining traces and checked out of the room at the front desk.
On the way back to Minsk Street, Klein once again went above the gray fog.
He wanted to divine a simple but crucial piece of information!
He picked up a pen and wrote a line of words:
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