After leaving Sweet Lemon Bar, Klein directly returned to the hotel.
Just as he was packing his luggage, the gigantic skeleton messenger suddenly appeared.
It had originally wanted to pat Klein on the shoulder, but due to its height of nearly four meters, its head had passed through the ceiling, so it failed. All it could do was throw the letter forward as it disintegrated and vanished.
Mr. Aztec has finally replied. It's been almost a week … Did the messenger change? It's very similar to the original one. It would give a corresponding reminder … Klein caught the letter and unfolded it.
"I'm sorry that I didn't reply until today.
"Perhaps it's because the memories I recovered exceeded the limits of what my body could withstand. I had to sleep for several days before I could adapt.
"The matter you described is indeed in line with the characteristics of the Marauder pathway. Their corresponding Sequence 4 is Parasite. From this point onwards, they possess the Beyonder powers of parasitizing others.
"According to what I know, there are two forms of Parasites.
"The first is the basic form. The Parasite uses the Host to hide itself, extend its lifespan, and recover from its injuries. It can see everything the Host sees and hear everything the Host hears, but it is unable to interfere with the Host's thoughts or steal their thoughts. Therefore, if the Host wishes to communicate with the Parasite, it has to take the initiative to speak.
"The other form is full control. The Parasite and the Host's Spirit Body are nearly fused. It knows the Host's thoughts and intentions, and it can take the initiative to take over the Host's body.
"Against the first form of Parasite, it can warn the Host through dreams or subconscious conversations. There's no need to worry about being discovered, because the Parasite needs to use the Host's senses to sense what's happening around it.
"In the second form, there's no way to bypass the Parasite to communicate with the Host, but there's also a chance to eliminate it. That is to rely on the Host's faith. It's very difficult for me to accurately describe such matters to you. All I can tell you is that when you open your heart and pray, the faith's target will discover the Parasite's existence. Through certain rituals, it will give feedback and complete the separation or elimination.
"Of course, the prerequisite is that the Host doesn't know what will happen. Otherwise, the Parasite will definitely be alarmed and stop it …"
Wasn't the situation after what happened to Little Sun back then? He prayed to me in a daze, allowing me to see the existence of Amon's avatar. Then, I hid my intentions and taught him the secret deed ritual, using it to purify the Parasite … Klein had a deeper understanding of the matter from before.
"But I have no way of ascertaining what state the poet is in. When he was in Tingen, he would occasionally mutter to himself. This might be a manifestation of the first type of Parasite, but the problem was that it had already been months. The Parasite might have already taken complete control of him.
"I need to confirm this matter before I know what to do. Otherwise, entering the dream blindly will only lead to the Parasite discovering my goal ahead of time, making the problem more serious and harder to solve …
"If it's the second parasite, Bard believes in the Goddess, but the Goddess has tens of millions of believers. It's unlikely that she would pay attention to a Red Glove who isn't a Blessed or a Saint …
"For example, I, The Fool, am different. I always check on any prayers and often provide one-on-one services.
"This is the state of 'entrepreneurship' …"
As Klein thought about it, he suddenly felt a little wistful and wistful.
He had originally planned on entrusting Emlyn to secretly monitor Leonard Mitchell to figure out if he would often mutter to himself. But considering that the matter of Tinder had already made Emlyn appear in front of Leonard and the Parasite, there was a high chance that he would become a target of vigilance and investigation, so he could only rationally give up on this idea.
"Miss Magicians is only a Sequence 8, a Trickmaster. She doesn't have the ability to monitor a Parasite at the angel level and a Red Glove …"
"Miss Justice's identity is a very good disguise. Furthermore, she's also a believer of the Goddess, but the problem is that she's now back at her family's fief. She'll only return to Baekeland in June …
"Mr. The Hanging Man and Ma 'am Hermit are at sea, and Little Sun isn't even able to communicate with the outside world …"
"There aren't enough members in Tarot, and there aren't enough factions to develop themselves. I can't even find a suitable candidate to help me complete this matter.
"Among the people I know, Miss Sharon should be the best at concealing herself when it comes to such matters, but I can't contact her, even if I use Miss Magicians and Emlyn … Sigh, I was in too much of a rush when I fled Baekeland, so I didn't consider the consequences …"
Klein rubbed his temples. Thinking that Leonard was an elite Red Glove of the Nighthawks, with high-ranking deacons and the Church watching over him, the Parasite wouldn't dare to do anything for the time being. Therefore, he decided to temporarily suppress the problem and wait until he found a suitable helper.
Perhaps after I finish digesting the potion, I'll head east of the Sonia Sea to find mermaids and complete my advancement. Then, I'll return to Baekeland and do it myself … The experienced Klein no longer hesitated as he quickly made up his mind.
…
Inside Sweet Lemon Bar.
After the uneasy Bilt dealt with two of his trusted subordinates from the Naturism Sect, he finally received good news.
"You said that Admiral Amyrius has set off for Bayam today?" he asked as he stood up with a cigar in hand.
His deputy, Sothoth, nodded gently.
"Half an hour ago, his fleet left the harbor and headed for the Rorsted Archipelago."
"Phew …" Bilt heaved a sigh of relief without hiding it, confirming that the admiral wasn't blaming him.
Thinking back to how German Sparrow, a stand-in, had caused the admiral's guards to suffer heavy losses in less than four days, "causing" the admiral's younger brother to be relieved of his governor-general position, his secretary to be injured, and his mistress to die tragically in the villa, he couldn't help but doubt his abilities.
Although the responsibility for these matters wasn't necessarily on German Sparrow, with all of them erupting at the same time, it still made people feel that this was the problem of a crazy adventurer. At the very least, he was sufficiently unlucky. And as the person who recommended and hired him, Bilt believed that there was no way he could shirk the responsibility. He would definitely suffer Admiral Amyrius's punishment.
"As expected of a demigod. You didn't let your anger blind you. Praise the Lord. May the Storm be with us." Bilt clenched his right fist and punched his left chest.
At this moment, one of the subordinates he sent rushed back.
"Boss, German Sparrow has disappeared!" the subordinate reported anxiously.
Bilt frowned slightly.
"Disappeared?"
"Yes! After he checked out, he carried his suitcase and circled the streets a few times before disappearing! "the subordinate said truthfully.
It's indeed very difficult to monitor an adventurer who can transform into anyone … Bilt sighed.
"That's all.
"There's no need to search for him anymore."
…
Having been targeted by the Mother Tree of Desire once, Klein carefully changed his looks, identity, and residence to prevent himself from being targeted again.
And with the gains he gained from acting as Admiral Amyrius, he decided to quickly digest the potion through practice.
Riding a carriage to the Oravi Hospital Foundation, Klein entered it once again.
The person in charge of registration was still Ma 'am Juana. She looked up and said, "You want to volunteer?"
"Yes." Klein nodded seriously.
Juana took out a form and skillfully asked, "You want to volunteer?"
"Yes." Klein nodded seriously.
Juana took out a form and skillfully asked, "Name."
Klein replied with a smile.
"Sinbad Warrent."
…
The weather in East Chester County in April was comfortable with lush vegetation and beautiful scenery. It was the perfect season for hunting.
Audrey was wearing a black riding suit that hugged her waist and a helmet that protected her head. Together with her maroon mare, she chased after a brightly-colored pheasant.
With a whoosh, she shot an arrow and accurately hit her prey.
As a Psychiatrist, her physique had clearly been enhanced. Together with the shooting education she had received from a young age, be it guns or bow and arrow, she was considered pretty good.
A golden figure pounced forward and quickly bit down on the prey that had lost its life. It was none other than Susie.
"It was a pleasure working with you." The corners of Audrey's mouth curled up as she gave Susie a high-five with a bright smile.
At this moment, the aristocratic scions that surrounded her surrounded her, either praising her hunting skills or her training of the hunting hounds.
Audrey felt a little ashamed when she heard the latter half of what she said.
She had never trained Susie before!
The aristocratic scions quickly dispersed and continued their pursuit of their prey. As for the low-ranking priest of the Evernight Goddess, Ma 'am Smine, she came over and suppressed her voice to Audrey.
"This is the last mission. Once you complete it, you will receive the Hypnotist formula."
Finally … Audrey's eyes lit up as she silently nodded.
Frankly speaking, if she was still the delicate and inexperienced aristocratic lady from before, she would have long given up on accumulating contributions over the past two months and requested to purchase the Hypnotist potion formula from the Tarot.
But now, she knew very well that accumulating contributions was also a way to fuse with Psychological Alchemy and gain more trust. This was a process that would lay a good foundation for obtaining Higher-Sequence potion formulas in the future. Therefore, she patiently did those things that were either interesting or boring.
Of course, Audrey didn't waste the past two months. She had been listening to the aristocratic scions and their personal maids, guiding them to talk about their troubles and helping them overcome their negative mental states. She was a qualified Psychiatrist.
During this process, she realized that she had unknowingly grasped the personality flaws and habitual thoughts of the people around her through listening, observation, and guidance. She believed that if she were to deal with any one of them, she could make them suffer or even break down without them noticing. She could even make them take the initiative to help her achieve her goals without them realizing it.
It has to be said that this is actually a little terrifying. It's like the monsters in myths and legends that control the mind … As she recalled, Audrey couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Smine wasn't used to riding a horse as she carefully surveyed the area and said, "Stoen University's Associate Professor Michel is a collector.
"Stoen University's Associate Professor Michele is a collector. We wish that you can buy a notebook from him during the Twenty Year War."
The Twenty Year War referred to the war that happened between the Rouen Kingdom and the Feysac Empire in the year 621 to 642 of the Fifth Epoch. The former lost and lost the Ancient Elf Island, which was also known as Sonia Island.
PS: I recommend a book. Student Seal's Tales of the Cabinet. Yes, it's a very strange name.
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