The gas lamps on both ends of the stone bridge silently illuminated the road, but they were unable to disperse the darkness beneath. Only the dark crimson light that fell from the sky could barely light up the brown soil.
Fate Councilor Ricciardo, who was hiding under the bridge, didn't make a sound for a long time. It made Klein wonder if he had already passed away due to his severe injuries. He guessed that the failure of the augmented luck was likely due to such factors.
Just as Klein was about to probe and confirm the situation, Ricciardo coughed twice and said in a deep voice, "As expected of a powerful adventurer who can temporarily seal the die.
"As expected of a powerful adventurer who can temporarily seal the die …
"The present situation has exceeded my expectations. Ahem, I'm very curious. What exactly happened that caused my augmented luck to be completely ineffective?
"Unfortunately, I'm unable to come out and face you directly. Otherwise, I should be able to see things that Beyonders of other pathways find difficult to see, even if they have relatively high Spirit Vision.
"This is something unique that only the Fate pathway has."
So, the problem lies with me? That's not the point. The point is that you have to give me that 700 pounds. No, 730 pounds … As Klein lampooned inwardly, he couldn't help but recall the orphan, Ade Misol, who was nicknamed Monster in Tingen City.
That young man, who was equivalent to half a Sequence 9, fell to the ground with a tragic cry after seeing Klein. His eyes bled, and he was so afraid that it was as though he had encountered a devil.
This is because he has the uniqueness of the Wheel of Destiny pathway, allowing him to see through my problem and something related to the gray fog? Unfortunately, this Fate Councilor's injuries are rather serious. He has a domain of misfortune, so there's no way for him to help me examine him … I'll ask Snake of Mercury Will Auceptin when I return. He might know something. However, this pathway also has the bearing of a charlatan. He might not answer me directly. There's a high chance that he'll give me a few vague and ambiguous words … Klein maintained his expressionless state.
"Then what do you plan on doing?"
Ricciardo sighed and said, "Get Darkwill over.
I'll augment him with luck and get him to win money at the casino on your behalf. "
According to the name of the hotel given by Ricciardo, Klein quickly found the chubby Apothecary Darkwill. Then, carrying his suitcase and cane, he watched in a daze as he constantly won money at the major casinos. In the wee hours of the morning, he had earned 750 pounds.
After receiving the final payment of 730 yen, Klein clearly realized a problem.
The reason why his luck had failed was because of him!
"Why?" Klein put away his bulging wallet and frowned as he muttered to himself.
He quickly thought of the thin grayish-white mist around him and vaguely understood the reason.
After advancing to Faceless, the gray fog has a certain level of intertwining with reality. Not only can it help me block out the ravings that aren't that strong, but it can also destroy the influence of fate that others exert on me within a certain range? Therefore, the luck bestowed by the councilor was ineffective.
"According to this logic, a certain degree of misfortune shouldn't be able to affect me.
"Heh, what's this? Even if it prevents me from becoming an unlucky person, it also destroys my hopes of becoming a lucky person and a winner … Klein shook his head inwardly as he returned to the stone bridge with Darkwill and the owl. He informed Fate Councilor Ricciardo of the method to summon his messenger and got him to immediately inform him of the news of an offensive mystical item.
After doing all this, Klein found a hotel in Oravi Island's port city and checked into an ordinary room.
…
Morning in Baekeland.
Emlyn White walked under the gloomy sky he liked, passing through the thick fog that wasn't as thick as last November or December. Once again, he arrived outside 7 Pinster Street in North Borough.
After pulling the doorbell, he straightened his back and raised his chin as he patiently waited.
Leonard opened the door and looked at the handsome but rather irritating face. He made way and allowed him to enter.
He was still wearing a white shirt and black trousers, but he had an additional dark-colored vest that wasn't buttoned up.
"Have you thought it through?" Leonard asked with a smile.
"No problem." As he wasn't spending his own money, Emlyn had no intention of haggling over the price.
He even believed that with the attitude the other party had previously shown, haggling over the price would only cause the price to rise.
Leonard nodded gently and chuckled.
"You're very rich."
I can tell that you're trying to get information out of me … Emlyn snorted inwardly.
"That's not something you need to be concerned about."
With that said, he raised the tiny suitcase in his hand and opened it to show the 7,000 pounds in cash inside.
Leonard took out the stacks of cash and checked them carefully for a moment.
Then, he took off the red glove he wore on his left hand and handed it to Emlyn.
"This is the mystical item you need. It can use different colors to disguise itself.
"It's called Tinder. It can increase the user's charm, making his words extremely persuasive. It can steal one of the target's Beyonder powers within a 50-meter range. The more one understands the target, the easier it is to steal the one they want. The more ignorant they are, the closer it is to random and depends on luck.
"When the target's Sequence is higher than 6, there's a chance of failure. The higher it is, the higher the chance of failure.
"After the theft is successful, the original target will lose that Beyonder power. It will take at least 12 hours to recover. As for Tinder's owner, they can use it skillfully for about 10 minutes.
"And the reason why it's expensive is because it has very few negative effects."
After quietly listening to the other party's introduction, Emlyn was very interested in the mystical item, Tinder.
He asked, "What negative effects?"
Leonard combed his hair and smiled.
"First, when wearing it, there's a small chance of losing an item on you. Second, after using it, one of your Beyonder powers will be lost for at least 12 hours. However, there will only be one Beyonder power within this period of time. In other words, even if you use it multiple times, only one Beyonder power will be lost."
"Compared to many Sealed Artifacts I know, its negative effects are indeed very small." Emlyn cleared his throat and nodded slightly.
He took the Tinder glove and checked it carefully. Then, he took out the stacks of cash from the suitcase and placed them on the coffee table.
Following that, he placed the glove into the suitcase and didn't carry it with him.
Carrying the suitcase, Emlyn returned to the Harvest Church just like before. He entered the priest's break room and set up the sacrificial ritual.
The illusory and mysterious door opened as the red glove passed through the dark and deep void, about to enter the world above the gray fog.
At this moment, the surface of the glove that came into contact with the gray fog suddenly produced a distorted and terrifying tiny human face.
It constantly evaporated as it tried its best to maintain itself.
Upon seeing this scene, Klein wasn't too surprised. After all, the grandpa in Leonard's body was an angel of the Marauder pathway. Whatever Amon's avatar could do, it wasn't impossible for "Him."
With regards to this, he was already fully prepared. He believed that even if the other party really reached Amon's level, he could eliminate the corresponding aura and prevent "Him" from detecting the gray fog's existence, allowing "Him" to attack Emlyn.
Picking up the Sea God Scepter that had long been placed in front of him, Klein made the blue "gems" light up at the same time in a condescending manner.
Suddenly, the world above the gray fog lit up with a silvery-white light. Bolts of lightning struck the tiny illusory face like a torrential rain, bringing with them a tiny bit of the gray fog's powers.
The face completely dissipated before it could even let out a tragic cry, leaving behind a dead, translucent worm with twelve transparent rings.
"Worm of Time … But weaker than Amon …" Klein muttered as he beckoned for the red glove and the familiar worm to fly over.
After careful identification, he confirmed that the worm was basically the same as the one left behind by Amon's avatar.
My dear poet's grandpa is in the same Sequence as Amon. Sequence 1? No, that might not be the case. This might just be a characteristic of a particular Sequence before it …
I-if it's really a Sequence 1, considering that Amon is the son of the Creator, a King of Angels, perhaps "He" has fused with the Uniqueness or another Sequence 1 characteristic … Klein made a guess, but he had no way of confirming it.
As for what the dead Worm of Time could be used for, or when its spirituality would completely dissipate, he could only throw it into the junk pile due to his lack of knowledge.
…
Baekeland, 7 Pinster Street.
Leonard Mitchell sat on the sofa with his eyes closed. His feet were placed on the coffee table, as though he was using a short nap to make up for the night's lucidity.
After an unknown period of time, he suddenly opened his eyes and suppressed his voice.
"What happened? Have you confirmed the true buyer of the tinder? "
A slightly aged voice sounded in his mind.
"The aura I left behind has been removed, completely removed."
"Did you discover anything?" Leonard retracted his legs and asked in a deep voice.
The old voice sighed and said, "That's right.
"No.
"Everything was over before I could react.
"If I was in my best condition, I might've been able to grasp the corresponding clues. Unfortunately, I've been weak for many years."
Leonard fell silent for about ten seconds before shaking his head.
"Then let's pretend that this matter didn't happen for now."
…
Above the gray fog, Klein listened to Emlyn's prayer and memorized the information about the mystical item as he examined the glove named Tinder.
"Heh heh, this way, I'll also have a glove on my right hand," he chuckled and muttered to himself.
After careful consideration, Klein gave up on the attempt to immediately steal the True Creator's mental corruption from the All-Black Eye. He did this to ensure success, hoping to leave the opportunity for when he could concoct the Nimblewright Master potion. According to the records of the City of Silver, even without the gray fog's shielding, such an operation wouldn't be a problem. And with the gray fog, there wouldn't be any accidents, even if it was the mental corruption left behind by the True Creator.
I can also use Tinder during normal times. Yes, when I need to use it, I have to place money, pocket watch, and other mystical items above the gray fog. I have to make sure that nothing is lost … Actually, even if I don't do this, it wouldn't be a problem. As a Seer, would I be afraid of not being able to find something I drop? Heh heh, in normal combat, I'll have Creeping Hunger in my left hand and Tinder in my right hand. Just the thought of it makes me think it's quite impressive … Klein reined in his thoughts and discovered that the Sequence 5 Nimblewright Master potion was basically ready, apart from two rather common supplementary ingredients.
He nodded indiscernibly as he silently muttered to himself.
I just need to wait for the Faceless potion to be completely digested!
Then, I'll take Admiral of Stars or Mr. The Hanging Man's ship to the easternmost side of the Sonia Sea in search of mermaids.
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