Above the gray fog, Klein leaned back in his high-back chair and held Creeping Hunger in his hand. He fell silent for a few seconds.
Finally, he followed the predetermined steps and released the Psychiatrist's soul.
A tall figure quickly appeared by the side of the long bronze table. It was a lady, and her face was rather blurry. Her pain and warped expression were obvious.
Klein looked at her and asked in a chatting manner, "Do you still remember who you are?"
"Do you still remember who you are?"
In this mysterious space, he could directly communicate with the spirit.
The Psychiatrist's venomous feelings weakened significantly as she smiled bitterly.
"Of course I remember.
"I'm a member of a secret organization. I planned on meeting a friend in Toscarter Island, but I ended up encountering pirates on the way.
"Although I used my powers to resolve that disaster, the pirates who escaped informed Zillinges of the corresponding situation. In order to obtain my powers, he deliberately changed his voyage plans and blocked our ship. You should be able to imagine what happened after that.
"Thanks to his cautiousness, I was directly killed. I didn't encounter something worse than death like the other female passengers."
Klein fell silent for a few seconds before nodding gently.
"Do you know of the ancient book, Ge Rosell's Travels?"
He believed that since Rosell's Travels came from the dragons, the Psychiatrist might have heard of its name and the specific situation.
The female Psychiatrist seriously recalled and shook her head.
"I'm sorry, I've never heard of this name."
Klein didn't harp on the topic as he asked, "You're about to dissipate and obtain peace.
"You are about to disappear and obtain peace. What last wishes do you have?"
The Psychiatrist lowered her head and chuckled.
"I wish to be resurrected.
"Alright, I know that this wish can't be fulfilled. There's no need for anything else. I've already been dead for many years. My family and friends should've long received the grievous news. Passing the news of my death will only make them recall the pain.
"Alright, thank you. Let's leave it at that …"
Her figure quickly dimmed and disappeared, leaving behind only a huge golden pupil, a golden pupil that could reflect everyone's thoughts.
This was a Beyonder characteristic left behind by a Psychiatrist.
Klein sighed and pondered over the details in the Psychiatrist's words.
"She went to Tuscany to visit a friend, alone, without relatives.
"Toscarter Island is located at the easternmost part of the Sonia Sea, south and north of the Gargas Archipelago.
It's the easternmost colony of the Rouen Kingdom, and the Gargas Archipelago belongs to the Feysac Empire … What friend would be there? What kind of friend was worth taking such a long cruise to visit?
"Although she said that it's a secret organization, it's most likely Psychological Alchemy. Is she on a mission?"
Klein respected the deceased and didn't want to dig up their secrets, so he didn't ask too much. Naturally, he didn't have any clues at the moment. He quickly stopped thinking about this and thought about something else.
After killing Wormtongue Misol King, regardless of the reason, I'll have to leave Bayam for the time being … During this period of time, I've really done quite a lot in this City of Generosity … Yes, I'll participate in two or three Beyonder gatherings and leave after confirming if there are any main ingredients for a Nimblewright Master … Klein quickly made up his mind. Following that, he conjured the scene of The World praying, covered it with gray fog, and threw in the crimson star that represented Miss Justice.
…
Audrey was overlooking the nearby village from the balcony on the third floor. The roofs were mainly red in color, and they depicted realistic or abstract dragon patterns.
Suddenly, a familiar boundless gray fog appeared in front of her.
In the gray fog, a blurry figure was praying to the deity that sat high above.
"Honorable Mr. Fool, please inform Miss Justice that she can prepare for the transaction."
The transaction can be prepared? He obtained the Beyonder characteristic of a Psychiatrist? But he didn't have it yesterday … The efficiency of The World gave Audrey a fright. She nearly forgot to thank Mr. Fool.
Thankfully, she was no longer the young and naive girl of the past. She had already seen many major events, so she quickly calmed down and sincerely thanked him. She then informed Mr. World that she would have to wait two to three days because she planned on paying the money she owed Mr. Fool's Blessed. Although she had enough cash on her, she had to maintain a certain bottom line; otherwise, it would be easy for others to discover that something was amiss.
After the illusory gray fog dissipated, Audrey looked down at Susie, who was quietly admiring the garden on the first floor. She paced back and forth and secretly clicked her tongue.
Mr. World is really terrifying …
…
In the evening, inside the Seaweed Bar.
Blue Eyes Meath, who had just squandered his money at the casino, sat in front of the bar counter and asked for a glass of Lanti Proof.
Just as he was about to raise his glass to drink, he suddenly heard the bartender whisper:
"Wormtongue Misol is dead."
"Oh … Who did it?" Blue Eyes Meath was first alarmed before he asked in excitement, "Someone is challenging Vice Admiral Ailment?"
"An adventurer named German Sparrow. He wasn't famous in the past, but who knew that he could kill Misol!" The bartender didn't hide his shock and astonishment. "He killed Ozil, the true boss of the Amyris Leaf Bar, Strongman Ozil."
Blue Eyes Meath was just about to express his wistfulness when he suddenly frowned.
This morning, Ozil's men had come to ask him about Blazing Dhaniz. He had told them that the boatswain of the Golden Dream was with an unknown adventurer and had used a ritual to provide the corresponding portrait.
Ozil is dead. Misol King is dead. It was done by an unknown adventurer named German Sparrow … Blue Eyes Meath's hand suddenly trembled as a scene that left a deep impression on him surfaced in his mind.
A young man who looked like a gentleman was standing at the entrance of the bar. He had black hair and brown eyes. His face was thin and angular. He was coldly scrutinizing the customers that came and went as though he was searching for prey.
Blue Eyes Meath shuddered. Without bothering to drink, he got up and strode out of the bar.
Too terrifying. That fellow is too terrifying! Even Wormtongue died at his hands. He's definitely a powerhouse at the admiral level! He's definitely looking for me and wants to kill me as well. No, I can't stay in Bayam. I have to immediately return to the ship and leave this place! Blue Eyes Meath went straight for the Red Theater and forcefully pulled his companions away. He headed for the forest outside the city and took a detour to the private harbor controlled by the Resistance.
The herb store in the alley diagonally opposite the Red Theater remained open. The chubby Apothecary Darkwill sat behind the counter. He looked calm on the surface, but he was feeling anxious on the inside.
He had already contacted the members of the Life School of Thought through various means to seek the necessary help, but he had no way of knowing who would come or when. All he could do was endure his fear and anxiety and continue opening the store, pretending that nothing had happened.
"Darkwill, you look very uneasy." The chubby owl flew back out of nowhere and landed on the counter.
"There's no need for you to remind me. I know my condition very well." Darkwill waved his hand impatiently.
He still remembered that back when he was studying under his teacher, he was always warned to be careful of official organizations and true Sanguine. For this, Roy King had given many examples. There was the eternal imprisonment underground, where he didn't see sunlight or women. There was the act of becoming a researcher, using his body to test the dangers of certain Sealed Artifacts. There was also the act of undergoing all kinds of experiments and mutating into a monster that only had instincts left. There was also the act of being fed on by the Sanguine and being turned into a puppet.
These examples were deeply imprinted in Fatty's mind, causing the courage he lacked to vanish. After leaving his teacher, he would only stay in a city for a short period of time. He would immediately leave when there was a risk of being exposed.
Darkwill tried his best to rein in his horror as he turned his attention to the problem of how to save his teacher.
… Old Man has been captured for quite some time. Why is he still imprisoned in the governor-general's office? With the military's capabilities, they should've long figured out what they need to know. Be it directly executing him, harvesting the materials, or placing him as a researcher, they must've already transferred Old Man … Could it be that Old Man has used some means to hide the secret, or do they want Old Man to become a spy? Sigh, I should've directly agreed! Darkwill scratched his head as his thoughts wandered.
Gradually, he recalled the last letter he had with his teacher, Roy King.
"The old man always likes to give hints in seemingly ordinary places. Could there be a similar message hidden in the letter? That letter didn't say anything. It only arranged to meet near the Red Theater and flaunted his gambling skills. Pui! It's clearly based on luck. He even told me to head to Mabel's grocery store on Enmat Street to buy a die and prepare to receive an education … I was thinking of buying it when we met, but I never went. Perhaps there's a secret there? Darkwill was like a drowning man who had grasped at the last straw.
Many of the streets in Bayam were named after cities in the Kingdom of Rouen.
Darkwill used a few minutes to muster his courage. He brought the owl with him, closed the door, and walked out of the alley.
While waiting for a rental carriage, he bought a copy of the News Bulletin from a newsboy and flipped through the international, national, and archipelago news out of boredom.
Suddenly, he saw a familiar face. It was none other than the adventurer who had informed him of Roy King's whereabouts.
"Gehrman Sparrow killed Wormtongue Mithor King who has a bounty of 5,400 pounds this afternoon … I actually entrusted such a powerful adventurer to do it!" Darkwill clicked his tongue in amazement.
He quickly threw the matter to the back of his mind and boarded a rental carriage. He headed straight for Enmat Street and found Mabel's grocery store.
The shop owner was an amiable old lady. She sized up Darkwill a few times and said, "That's right.
She sized up Darkwill and said, "The die you need is worth one pound."
You're robbing me! Darkwill roared inwardly, but this made him even more certain that the die might be hiding clues.
After paying, he received a tiny ring box and opened the lid. There was a milky-white six-sided die inside. The number facing up was a red 4.
Although he was puzzled that the die was very ordinary and that the ring box was filled to the brim with almost no gaps, Darkwill cautiously didn't study it on the spot. He placed it in his pocket and walked to the other side of the street.
When he came to a secluded spot, he couldn't help but take it out to take a look. He didn't find anything wrong with the die.
At this moment, a carriage quickly drove past, giving him a fright. His wrist trembled as he dropped the die to the ground.
The die continued rolling until it finally stopped with a red 1 facing up.
Darkwill cursed the carriage driver and took a step forward, preparing to pick it up.
Just as he took this step, his body suddenly faltered. Without any obstacles, he slammed to the ground with a thud, leaving him dizzy.
He was momentarily at a loss as he lay there. In front of him was the milky-white die.
PS: My family's elder is critically ill. I have to make a trip back. There might be a funeral after that, so I can only do one update for the next few days. It'll be at half-past twelve in the afternoon. I'll only resume after I'm done. Sigh, at my age, my grandparents really leave whenever they want to.
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