Outside the Bravehearts Bar, a rental carriage drove by briskly.
Inside the carriage, Klein, who was wearing a half top hat, and Sharon, who was still wearing a black Gothic regal dress, sat opposite each other.
Looking at the expressionless, pale face of the former Miss Bodyguard, Klein really had no way to exchange pleasantries, so he could only go straight to the point.
"I'm ready."
Although Sequence 6 Faceless only brought him one Beyonder power, the ones he had before had a clear improvement. As a result, his strength had been greatly enhanced. This was the best preparation.
And the abilities of a Faceless could be said to be a godly skill in certain situations!
For example, when he was being chased, or when he wanted to sneak in … Klein couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.
Sharon listened quietly and said succinctly,
"Tonight?"
She raised her voice slightly to indicate that she was asking a question.
"If you have no problem with it, then I have no problem with it either." Klein had already prepared his response.
"Okay." Sharon nodded.
After a few seconds of silence, Klein deliberated before asking again, "What's the matter?
"Have you heard about mermaids? Do you know where I can find this legendary creature? "
Sharon's blue eyes stared at Klein without blinking, as if she had turned into a real puppet.
After a while, she said emotionlessly,
"There are no longer any mermaids in the places that humans can reach.
"Only the fishermen of the Gargas Archipelago would occasionally hear the singing of mermaids in the storm during the long voyage to hunt for white-tailed whales."
The Gargas Archipelago was located in the depths of the Sonia Sea. It was the furthest human colony on this sea, and it featured whale oil, whale meat, and other products.
I wonder if this rumor is true or false … Klein nodded slightly.
"I understand."
…
The bell in the night echoed quietly, as if it came from an extremely distant place.
There was an abandoned chapel in the middle of Williams Street. Withered vines crawled over the walls and gray stones fell everywhere.
Inside the chapel, feces and debris were mixed together, and piles of stones and withered grass were intertwined.
In a half-collapsed corner, a middle-aged man in black tight-fitting clothes moved away the rocks that hid the entrance of the cave. He carried digging tools, lighting equipment, and a soil basket as he carefully and excitedly crawled into the tunnel.
He had white sideburns and puffy eyes. He was none other than Baronet Rafter Pound, who was believed to be mentally ill. He was a hidden descendant of the Tudor family from the Fourth Epoch.
This hedonistic son of a rich family, who was always entangled with high-class call girls, had a solemn expression on his face. His eyes were bright, and there were no signs of him being addicted to wine and women.
Using his elbows as support, he quickly crawled downward, as if the end of the tunnel hid his life's greatest and only hope.
Not long after, he touched the damp soil and cold stones in front of him.
This did not extinguish Rafter Pound's enthusiasm, and he repeated an action that he had become extremely familiar with for some time.
As he dug, moved, and transported, a dark underground palace suddenly appeared in front of him.
Rafter Pound's expression immediately turned crazy with excitement. He suddenly reached forward and grabbed a black iron coat of arms.
On the coat of arms was a hand holding a scepter. Rafter Pound's eyes lit up as if they were burning.
Just as he wore the black iron coat of arms on his chest, everything in front of him suddenly shattered. He was still in the narrow and irregular tunnel, and in front of him was still damp soil and cold stones.
No, apart from that, there was another person quietly "watching" him.
It was a person without eyes, a nose, a mouth, eyebrows, or ears!
Rafter Pound's pupils constricted as he felt a numbness rise from his waist down, along his spine, and straight to the back of his head.
Without even thinking about it, he immediately dropped all his items and frantically retreated.
His elbows slammed into the ground, leaving his flesh a bloody mess, but he didn't feel any pain.
Finally, Rafter Pound left the tunnel and returned to the abandoned chapel.
Due to the loss of the lantern, he could only see the deep darkness and the dim "crimson" that enveloped the edges.
Suddenly, the withered vines that climbed up the walls swayed like snakes, and a figure walked out of the darkness.
She wore a gothic regal dress and a small black bonnet. She had a pale, almost transparent face, pale blonde hair, and blue eyes that didn't look human.
Rafter Pound nearly shouted. For such a woman to appear in such an environment was no different from a ghost story in folklore!
Tap, tap, tap!
He took a few steps back and nearly tripped over a stone.
At that moment, he seemed to recall something and suppressed his fear. He revealed an expression of nervousness and hope, as well as excitement and anticipation.
"Y-you're the evil spirit in the underground palace?
"Yes, it must be you!"
Your Excellency, you seem to have misunderstood something … Faceless Klein crawled out of the tunnel and silently stood in the shadows.
His and Sharon's plan was to scare Rafter Pound away, scaring him so much that he wouldn't dare to pry into the underground ruins again. However, his reaction was somewhat unexpected.
Sharon paused for a second and tacitly asked,
"What are you trying to say?"
Rafter Pound quietly exhaled and curled the corners of his lips.
"After so many years of attempts, I believe you should already understand that killing a descendant of the Tudor family will not help you remove the seal.
"Only by cooperating with me, who has the great Tudor bloodline, will you have a chance of escaping the predicament that has lasted for more than two thousand years."
The Tudor family knew of the existence of the evil spirit, but they still died in that room … Klein frowned in puzzlement. Before Sharon could speak, he raised his voice and mimicked the other party's ethereal voice.
"Why did you only come today?"
This was a branch of a Faceless Beyonder power — to simulate the target's voice. As long as he heard it, he could reproduce it!
Of course, Klein believed that he couldn't repeat the True Creator's ravings or Mr. Door's cries for help. This Beyonder power was still limited to the domain of ordinary people.
Sharon secretly turned her head and glanced at him without exposing him.
Rafter Pound didn't notice it as he chuckled.
"Because the Black Emperor has appeared.
"Fate tells me that the glory of the Blood Emperor is about to appear once again!"
Is there any logic to this? For some reason, Klein felt that Rafter Pound looked more like a lunatic than before.
He once again used Sharon's voice to ask:
"Black Emperor?"
"Haha." Rafter Pound laughed. "Yes, Hero Bandit Black Emperor. He must have a close relationship with the real Black Emperor!"
Why didn't I know? Klein found it amusing.
He thought for a moment and didn't speak again, giving up the right to ask questions.
For some reason, Sharon also remained silent.
Seeing this, Rafter Pound was delighted and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?
He hurriedly asked, "So, what's your answer?"
"I refuse," Sharon replied without a trace of emotion.
Rafter suppressed his anxiety and tried to persuade her again.
At that moment, his eyes suddenly widened as he suddenly took a few steps to the side and came in front of a stone wall that was still relatively intact.
This … Klein and Sharon noticed something amiss at the same time and responded. One of them pulled out his revolver and aimed it at Rafter Pound, while the other filled the ruined chapel with crimson moonlight.
Rafter Pound didn't even look at them. He faced the stone wall, exerted strength from his back, and slammed his head into it.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
He hit it three times in a row and fainted with blood flowing from his forehead.
Then, he got up again, his eyes bloodshot for some reason.
Rafter Pound raised his right hand and wiped his forehead, causing his palm to be covered in blood.
He stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked the scarlet liquid.
He said in an intoxicated manner, "The Tudor bloodline is truly delicious.
"This will allow my hatred to exceed its limits and help me temporarily expand the boundaries of the seal."
Klein aimed his gun at the man and asked in surprise, "What happened?
"An evil spirit from the ruins?"
A trickle of blood slid down Rafter Pound's face as he smiled in a rather terrifying manner.
"You guessed right.
"I previously judged you to be weak and wanted to corrupt your mind, enter your dreams, and bewitch you to save me. Who knew that, heh heh, you're also a person with secrets."
Don't be so direct … Klein subconsciously glanced at Sharon and found nothing abnormal about her.
"What do you want to do?" Klein asked directly.
The evil spirit sighed.
"I'm just an innocent person who was harmed by Alista Tudor's ambition. Due to the restraints of my corpse, I've been trapped in that underground ruin for nearly or more than two thousand years.
"I hope that you can help me escape my predicament and let me become a free spirit. I swear that I won't deal with innocent people."
Having said that, he looked at Sharon with bloodshot eyes.
"You should be a Wraith of the Mutant pathway. The next step is a key node to becoming a demigod. I don't know if you have the potion formula for Puppet, but I can help you obtain it. I can even become a part of your ritual. This is the reward I promised."
Puppet. Sequence 4 of the Mutant pathway is called Puppet? What a strange name … Klein mumbled inwardly.
The evil spirit turned to look at him.
"You will also be rewarded.
"It's an item that can be considered magical and precious. Due to a certain degree of attraction, its wielder came to the underground palace and died beside the Tudor descendants.
"This is what it looks like."
As he spoke, the evil spirit spread out his palm, allowing the crimson moonlight to condense into an image.
In the image, there was a normal-sized tarot card. The image on it was completely different from the other cards. Sitting in the chariot wasn't a king, but a male priest in a dark red robe.
The priest looked like Rosell Gustav!
This is … a Card of Blasphemy! Klein's gaze moved instantly and saw the starlight condense into a line of text in the upper left corner:
"Sequence 0: Red Priest!"
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