In a small town on the outskirts of Baekeland.
Klein, who had changed into dry and clean clothes, placed the soaked banknotes on the surface of the table, waiting for them to dry naturally in the warm room.
During this process, his actions were very careful and gentle. He even forcefully suppressed the sneezing and coughing that came with a cold and fever.
To ensure that he didn't make any mistakes, he didn't control the fire to roast the banknotes.
After doing all of this, he walked to the corner of the hotel room, where there was a full-body mirror.
In the mirror, Klein's black hair was neatly combed, and he had a pair of dark brown eyes. His face was rather thin and angular.
He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he didn't have a beard. He looked young and experienced.
This was Zhou Mingrui's appearance that he had modified based on the characteristics of the Northern Continent. Furthermore, it was the youthful look he had when he was in university, and he hadn't been forced to put on weight by society.
He planned on returning to Baekeland after things had calmed down a little. He also planned on getting a legal identity for his current appearance. Compared to when he left Tingen, he didn't lack the corresponding channels. For example, Ian from the Bravehearts Bar, Miss Sharon's circle, or Detective Eichinger Stanton.
How nostalgic … Klein muttered and busied himself with the ritual in the room with the curtains drawn. He was prepared to bring Creeping Hunger above the gray fog to conduct a foolproof study.
In the silent ancient palace, he appeared at the end of the long bronze table. He held a thin glove that looked like it was made of human skin and leaned back in his chair.
Right on the heels of that, he closed his eyes and extended his spirituality into the item that needed to be sealed.
He immediately felt the hunger of the glove, as though it had a stomach that could never be filled. However, it was so docile above the gray fog that it didn't dare to show any malice. It was like a hunting dog that lay there, not daring to move at all.
Then, Klein heard indignant shouts and painful moans.
Distorted, hideous, and wailing transparent faces appeared in his spiritual perception, brimming with unbearable sorrow and madness.
These "faces" were deeply fused with the Beyonder characteristics of different colors, states, and manifestations. Wherever Klein's spirituality spread, it could fuse with the corresponding "face" and use the powers it possessed.
Is this the way to use it? Klein tried again and again, and combined it with divination, he roughly figured out the five souls that Creeping Hunger was currently "Grazing."
One was a Faceless, but he only had the ability to change his appearance and figure.
The second was a Psychiatrist. He could make the target fall into a frenzied state and carry out a certain level of psychological suggestion. He could simulate Dragon's Might to intimidate individuals and groups and create chaos.
The third was Interrogator. He could make the wearer of the glove proficient in the use of various weapons and become an explosives expert. He also had the ability to focus his mind and pierce through the target's Spirit Body.
The fourth was Nightmare. It only had one ability, and that was to silently drag people into a dream. However, it was different from the corresponding Beyonders. This was mainly accomplished through Creeping Hunger. Therefore, the wearer could still move their bodies after entering the Nightmare state.
The fifth was Priest of Light. It could produce a halo-like effect, purifying dead spirits and filthy creatures within a certain range. At the same time, he also had the Bard ability to enhance his and his companions' singing. He could summon the Light of Holiness, which was slightly weaker than Flaring Sun.
The limit is five souls, and the powers that can be used during the first "Grazing" … This isn't something I can decide. It's purely up to luck. Perhaps there are three, or perhaps there's only one … Klein nodded thoughtfully, sighed, and said to the suffering souls,
He sighed and said to the souls in pain, "No matter what kind of people you were in the past, I will gradually free you from your shackles and allow you to be completely liberated.
"And in the future, the souls I Graze will only come from heinous and unforgivable people. Every time I kill such a Beyonder, I will replace one of you and allow you to be liberated, regardless of whether your powers are needed by me."
His solemn but gentle voice echoed in the ancient palace. The wailing souls in pain quietened down, no longer as twisted and hideous as before.
Phew … Klein exhaled and opened his eyes. He tapped the edge of the long ancient table with his fingers and muttered silently to himself, The Faceless's powers overlap with mine.
He's completely worthless. When there's a replacement, I'll release him first. Yes, when the time comes, I can attempt to mediate his spirit and converse with him. Perhaps I can obtain news of the High-Sequence Beyonders of the Seer pathway, as well as clues to where mermaids appear … No, there's no need to wait for a replacement. In a few days, after I've recovered from my cold and recovered, I can attempt it …
The soul corresponding to the Priest of Light should be able to complete the formula I previously obtained. Furthermore, he will leave behind the corresponding Beyonder characteristic. This way, Little Sun won't have to worry about his subsequent advancement. Yes, he will be the second to be liberated …
As for using a human's soul and flesh to feed Creeping Hunger every time I use it, I don't need to worry about it. I definitely won't use it under normal circumstances. When I need it, I'll definitely be facing a terrifying enemy. In such a battle, there's definitely no lack of lives that I can harvest. Even if there aren't any, I can throw Creeping Hunger above the gray fog. I don't have to worry about its backlash, nor will I harm the innocent. The worst outcome is that I can no longer use it …
Putting away his thoughts, Klein attempted to use the mystical item, Creeping Hunger, to divine the Shepherd potion formula, but he ultimately failed.
He didn't divine the source of Creeping Hunger, afraid that he would attract an ominous existence.
Although he wasn't afraid of endangering himself with the gray fog isolating and obstructing him, Creeping Hunger might be damaged if that happened.
I'll consider making the corresponding attempt when I no longer need it … Klein leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table.
He quickly recalled what had happened and keenly noticed a detail.
After the Master Key was destroyed, the Beyonder characteristic didn't disappear. Instead, it turned into particles of light and worked hard to gather …
It can be foreseen that the final Apprentice characteristic will no longer have Mr. Door's shout.
In other words, I can use this method to remove the mental corruption in the Beyonder characteristic!
But the problem is that under normal circumstances, there's no way to destroy a Beyonder characteristic that has been solidified into an item. Back then, I relied on a ritual that could allow a true god to descend. The prerequisite required included a large number of innocent lives …
Furthermore, once the All-Black Eye is shattered, the mental corruption of the True Creator hidden deep inside will definitely erupt. When that happens, who can withstand it? Do it above the gray fog?
Amidst his thoughts, Klein thought of the possible encounter in East Borough. He hurriedly conjured a pen and paper and did the corresponding divination.
After receiving the revelation, he lost his expression and slowly, very slowly, leaned back in his chair.
Below him, the boundless gray fog floated silently as if it had never changed since ancient times.
…
Audrey stood by the window, watching the pale yellow and iron-black fog quickly dissipate. She watched the heavy rain that didn't belong to winter fall, and her mood calmed down.
After an unknown period of time, she and Susie finally waited for Earl Of Hall to return home.
"Dad, how was it?" Audrey asked with concern.
As Earl Of Hall handed his coat and hat to the attendant, he revealed a gentle smile.
"It's resolved, but the exact process is still unclear. My little princess, you've really helped me a lot this time. You're worth a ton of medals!"
That's good, that's good … It's all thanks to Mr. Fool's reminder, and it's all thanks to "His" Blessed taking the risk to investigate … Our Tarot Club has once again prevented an evil god's descent and saved the world once again! Audrey's heart was filled with pride.
Earl Of Hall took the towel from the maid's hand, wiped his face, and sighed.
"But this time, it still caused serious casualties. Baekeland's smog can actually become so deadly … Although the statistics haven't been released, I estimate that more than ten thousand people have died in East Borough, the dock area, and the factory district. Furthermore, the plague is still spreading. Try not to go out for the time being."
More than ten thousand people? This was a number that Audrey could understand but couldn't imagine. She could only see thousands or tens of thousands of people gathered together during the parade on the Nation's Founding Day every year.
However, this didn't stop her heart from feeling heavy, and her mood from turning gloomy.
…
Daisy stood outside the apartment and watched as the doctors and nurses in white coats and masks entered and carried out the corpses.
She already knew the outcome. Her expression was numb and her eyes were empty as she subconsciously approached the door.
At this moment, the police officer in charge of the cordon stopped her.
"Don't go over. Do you want to be infected with the plague?"
Daisy stopped there and watched as the two corpses were carried out. She watched as her mother, Liv, hugged her sister, Freja, tightly. She watched as they were carried to the delivery carriage that was temporarily requisitioned with a black cloth. She watched as they were covered with white cloth and disappeared before her eyes.
The carriage slowly drove towards the other end of the street.
At this moment, Daisy seemed to wake up from a dream. She turned around and ran quickly to chase after the carriage.
The ground was abnormally muddy after the rain. She fell and got up a few times, leaving her body covered in dirt.
However, she still couldn't catch up to the carriage and watched helplessly as it disappeared around the corner.
Daisy slowed down, her body swaying slightly, her expression abnormally lifeless.
She held onto the trees beside the street and stared at the spot where the carriage had left.
Suddenly, her entire body went limp, and she squeezed out a sob from her throat.
"Mom …
"Freja …"
The voice was thin, low, sharp, and weak. It lingered on and on.
At this moment, in East Borough, in the dock area, and in the factory district, tens of thousands of people were also wailing and crying.
…
Empress Borough, Sodela Palace.
George III, wearing a crown, with a determined face and a mustache, sat on the throne. He looked at the Earl of the Summer Palace in front of him and remained silent for a long time.
"Your Majesty, the people of the three Churches are waiting for your explanation outside," the Earl of the Summer Palace asked with sweat on his forehead.
"Explanation? Prince Edessak was tempted by the Demoness and colluded with a cult in an attempt to rebel. That's the explanation! His plot was exposed and he has already committed suicide. What other explanation do they need!? "George III suddenly flew into a rage.
He took a deep breath and regained his usual seriousness.
"Tell them that no matter what method they use to obtain the corresponding title, they will be able to obtain a seat in the House of Lords. The property restrictions regarding elections will be relaxed, and the invalid constituencies will be eliminated. This is to appease those factory owners and bankers.
"Similarly, the National Atmospheric Pollution Council will immediately give a conclusion, and the relevant bill will soon be passed. The minimum wage and working hours regulations will also appear in the form of a law soon!
"The Poor Law will be reformed according to their requests … Allow the three Churches to send personnel into the military!"
"Your Majesty …" The Earl of the Summer Palace jumped in fright.
Such a concession was beyond his imagination, especially the last one.
George III flew into a rage once again.
"Tell them just like that! Since they want a new order, I'll give them a new order! "
"Yes, Your Majesty." The Earl of the Summer Palace didn't dare say another word and left the palace.
George III sat there for a long time, motionless like a stone statue.
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