If I delve deeper into it, there's a high chance that I'll attract Rose Redemption, or even a hidden Red Angel … There were a few times just now when I was dancing on the edge of a cliff … Thankfully, I restrained my urge and suppressed my curiosity about the strange situation in the Green Lemon Restaurant and the telegraph office … Klein retracted his gaze and felt that even the Sun Brooch couldn't prevent his back from breaking out in a cold sweat.
Compared to the descent of the True Creator, the unknown and undetonated situation was even more terrifying. At the very least, Klein couldn't help but imagine what he would see and what would happen if he kicked open the door to the telegraph office, circled around to the back, and entered through the window.
He kept imagining all kinds of strange and terrifying scenes, scaring himself quite badly.
At the same time, he decided to make some Sun Holy Water for the passengers who had eaten at Bansy Harbor last night to prevent any latent dangers.
"What's wrong?" Erland sensed German Sparrow's abnormality.
"I recalled something from the past." Klein used his Clown powers to make his facial expression remain normal. He was glad that he hadn't taken the risk last night and had successfully left Bansy Harbor.
He only had one thought when it came to the secrets of Rose Redemption and the King of Angels that were hidden here:
I have to report it!
If I don't report it, am I going to keep them alive until the new year of 1351?
If he chose to hide it and wait until he had a sufficiently high Sequence and sufficient strength to explore and reap the corresponding benefits, then if something were to happen in between, such as the danger being detonated prematurely, or if the cultists were to still exist, causing the deaths of one innocent traveler after another, Klein felt that he would definitely feel very guilty and carry a heavy burden. This way, he would be very close to losing control.
Of course, reporting also required methods and methods. Klein wasn't stupid enough to tell Erland directly or write an anonymous letter to the Church of the Storm, which would lead to a lot of trouble. First of all, the authorities would definitely investigate German Sparrow's background, and many things would definitely be exposed if they delved deeper into it. Secondly, his current identity might be exposed to Rose Redemption, attracting the pursuit of a King of Angels.
Klein's plan was to use The World to mention the abnormalities in Bansy Harbor when the Tarot Summit was held in two days. The Fool would then casually draw out Rose Redemption and the King of Angels. As someone related to the Church of the Storm, the Hanging Man naturally knew what to do next.
This was his chance to make a contribution!
As for the blood of a direct descendant of the Medici family, Klein didn't even consider it. This was because neither he nor Miss Sharon had any thoughts of rescuing the evil spirit in the underground ruins.
Seeing that German Sparrow was clearly unwilling to mention his past, Erland laughed, took out a small black wooden box, and threw it over.
Klein reached out to catch it and expressed his puzzlement with his eyes.
"The bladder of a murloc. It can be used to make items. It's very useful at sea."
A Beyonder ingredient from a murloc … 150 pounds … Captain sure is generous … Klein nearly forgot how German Sparrow would react at that moment.
Fortunately, he was quite experienced in acting. His face immediately darkened and he said,
He immediately said with a sullen expression, "I didn't save you for a reward."
Erland laughed.
"I'm not giving you this to repay you for saving me.
"We're considered friends, right? I saw that my friend didn't have a similar item, so I helped him make up for his shortcomings. Isn't that normal? "
That makes sense, and I can't refute it at all … Klein held the small black wooden box, fell silent for a few seconds, and finally nodded.
Erland covered his mouth and yawned, then took off the boat-shaped hat on his head.
"I have to go back to my room to get some sleep. See you at noon."
Klein waved his hand politely and led Dhaniz all the way to Room 312.
He saw that Donna and Denton had already woken up early and were waiting at the door.
"Uncle Sparrow, what's that in your hand?" Donna asked curiously.
Klein didn't say a word and directly opened the lid of the small black wooden box.
Inside was a layer of black velvet, and in the middle was a circular gem-like transparent object. A blue, water-like brilliance rippled outwards.
"The murloc's from that day …" Denton thought for a moment and said heavily, "Bladder!"
At that moment, under Klein's gaze, Dhaniz opened the door.
Donna entered briskly and stretched out her hand from behind her back.
She held a thick stack of cash, consisting of ten and five pounds.
"My dad, mom, Uncle Cleves, and Uncle Timothy's family asked me to pass this to you. 150 pounds!" Donna smiled sweetly. "They said that this isn't enough to express their gratitude. They just want to replenish the supplies you've consumed. Uh … Those things are very expensive, right?"
"They're not too bad." Klein thought for a moment and accepted the 150 pounds as a token of gratitude, lest Urdi and the other ordinary people feel uneasy.
Seeing Uncle German Sparrow stuff the cash and the small black wooden box into his pocket, Donna heaved a sigh of relief that she had finally completed the task her parents had given her.
She quickly got into the zone and found her true mood for visiting. She asked curiously and a little fearfully,
She asked curiously and a little fearfully, "Uncle Sparrow, what kind of monsters were those last night? Are all ghost stories true? Are you born with the ability to jump out of flames and make light descend? Is this magic or witchcraft? "
Stop, stop, stop, you have too many questions … Klein, who couldn't stand the heat, took off the Sun Brooch and threw it onto the desk in the living room.
He then casually replied, "This is called a Beyonder power, obtained through some rituals and potions.
"Many ghost stories have a prototype. The monster last night was created through an evil ritual.
"Ask him about anything else."
Klein turned his head and glanced at Dhaniz.
"How magical …" Denton and Donna sighed at the same time.
Then, Donna's eyes lit up.
"Uncle Sparrow, you're just like the Superman described by Rosell The Great!
"W-can we also become people like you through rituals and potions?"
Denton nodded heavily, echoing his sister's words. Both of them felt a strong sense of anticipation.
At that moment, Donna noticed that there was a hint of sadness in Uncle German Sparrow's eyes.
Soon after, she saw the corners of this mysterious uncle's mouth curl upwards, revealing a somewhat strange smile.
Klein said in a deep voice, "This isn't something to be envied or looked forward to.
"This is not something to be envied or looked forward to.
"As long as you choose this path, you will always be accompanied by danger and madness.
"You can win against them a hundred times, a thousand times, but as long as you lose once, you will end up like that fallen bishop."
As he spoke, he leaned on his cane, took off his gown, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.
One of his arms had become shriveled and wrinkled, as though he was an old man over a hundred years old. The other arm was transparent and colorless, allowing one to see the blood vessels, muscles, and aponeurosis beneath the skin.
At the same time, dense, light-colored granulation sprouts grew on his face, causing Donna and Denton to retreat in horror and slam into the door.
Klein, whose face was covered in tiny granulation sprouts, maintained the curl of his lips.
"Did you see it clearly?
"This is madness."
No … Donna and Denton almost lost their minds as they stumbled out of the door and ran out.
After taking a few steps forward, they couldn't maintain their balance and fell to the ground.
"How terrifying, how terrifying …" Denton kept sobbing softly.
At that moment, they heard the sound of the door to Room 312 closing.
Donna gradually calmed down. She couldn't help but imagine what Uncle Gehrman Sparrow looked like. Granules of flesh had occupied every inch of skin on his face, and his arms were either wrinkled or transparent. He didn't look much better than the monsters from last night.
For some reason, she recalled his eyes and the words, "This is madness."
Her vision suddenly blurred as tears fell uncontrollably.
"Donna, Donna, what's wrong?" Denton was so frightened by her reaction that he forgot that he was also afraid.
Donna sobbed.
"I don't know …
"I just, I just suddenly feel so, so sad."
Inside Room 312.
When Dhaniz saw that Klein had returned to normal, he couldn't help but click his tongue.
"Actually, there's no need to scare children like this. It'll give them nightmares. Just tell them that taking the potion is dangerous."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a hardwood cane covered in bloodstains and stains fly over, accompanied by an emotionless sentence.
"Wash it clean."
Dhaniz reached out to catch it, and his smile froze on his face.
...
Baekeland, Empress Borough, inside the Earl Of Hall's luxurious villa.
Audrey stood behind the white gold-inlaid railing on the second floor and watched the servants bustle about on the first floor.
According to the customs of the Kingdom of Rouen, the nobles with fiefs would leave Baekeland one week after the New Year's Ball and return to their fiefs to enjoy a pleasant life in the countryside or in the castle. They would only return to the capital in June and begin their daily social life. Of course, a powerful aristocrat and banker like Earl Of Hall would have to travel back and forth frequently to deal with business.
And "moving" wasn't an easy task. Many things had to be organized in advance and brought back to the manor or castle by some servants. Only when everything was ready would the owners embark on their journey.
After this Tarot Gathering ends, I should be on the steam train back to East Chester County … I hope that Mr. Vampire can really obtain the fruit of the Tree of Elders and the blood of the Mirror Dragon so that I can become a Psychiatrist before I leave Baekeland … Audrey thought as her thoughts wandered.
At that moment, Countess Caitlin walked over and asked with a smile,
"What are you thinking about? Hmm … You're already an adult. When you return to Baekeland in June, you can find something to do. Do you have any plans? "
Audrey didn't even think as she answered directly,
"Mom, I want to go to the Church's charity organization."
I want to really get to know this World … she added silently in her heart.
"Not a bad idea," the Countess agreed.
After giving a few instructions, she went down to the second floor to check on the affairs of the house.
Audrey calmed herself down and tilted her head. She smiled faintly at the golden retriever, who was squatting at the side.
"Susie, are you looking forward to it? You can run to your heart's content in the green fields and chase through the lush woods. "
She was making fun of Susie. Susie was not a qualified hound, so she became a gift.
Susie instinctively wanted to stick out her tongue, but she gentlemanly stopped herself.
It replied without concealing its emotions,
"Of course, I like to run, but I hate those barbarians."
Was this referring to the foxhounds raised by Dad and the others? Audrey pursed her lips to prevent her smile from flowing.
She looked up at the wall clock and saw that it was almost time for the tarot party.
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