Moon Puppet … Fors's heart stirred as she reined in her diverted attention. She turned her head to look at the gathering member who had just spoken.
The man in the iron-black mask had already taken out a small puppet and showed it to everyone.
"A friend of mine discovered a miniature tomb deep in the Southern Continent's Paz Valley. This puppet was inserted into the right eye socket of one of the deceased."
Like the other gathering members, Fors carefully examined the puppet and discovered that it was slender and long. Its entire body resembled a tiny wooden stake. It had been carved with crescent moon-like eyes and a mouth, and it was embedded with dried grass and flowers.
It doesn't look special … Fors mumbled inwardly, but her spiritual perception didn't trigger at all. The fountain pen in her hand remained hovering over a bronze-green notebook.
The man in the iron-black mask continued his introduction.
"My friend and I have yet to confirm the use of this puppet. We only suspect that it's not that simple. Perhaps, it hides quite a secret.
"Sixty pounds. You can buy it for just sixty pounds. This price is very fair. Even if it has nothing to do with mysticism, it's still a pretty good antique. It's worth forty to fifty pounds.
"That is to say, spending ten pounds to buy a chance at a pleasant surprise is a very small sum of money to you."
It's a very tempting excuse. This man is likely a successful salesman. However, I don't even have ten pounds … As Fors gave a self-deprecating laugh, she believed that no one present would buy a so-called Moon Puppet of unknown origins and uses.
Just as this thought appeared in her mind, she suddenly heard a deliberately suppressed female voice.
"Fifty pounds."
Is she willing to gamble on her luck because she's too rich? Fors subconsciously turned her head to look at the gathering member who had spoken. She saw that the lady was wearing a hooded robe, her face hidden in the shadows.
At this moment, the owner of the Moon Puppet laughed out loud.
"Then I'm more inclined to keep it for myself. Perhaps, I'll discover its uniqueness in the future."
As he spoke, he realized that no one else was bidding, so he changed the topic.
Hence, he changed the topic and said, "Of course, as a gentleman, since you have expressed your desire and the price is reasonable, I'm willing to fulfill your wish."
"Deal," the hooded lady replied in a deep voice.
Soon, the host's attendant completed the transaction. Fors noticed that the lady's hand was trembling slightly when she received the Moon Puppet.
She places great importance on this item … She might really know the uniqueness of that puppet … Moon puppet … Moon … It comes from the Southern Continent … Fors suddenly made connections as she recalled the few Primordial Moon believers that Mr. Moon wished to find. She suspected that the hooded lady was one of them, or that they were related.
Of course, she didn't have any evidence. Even her guesses didn't seem strong enough.
'Phew …' Fors silently exhaled and decided to think of a way to verify it.
She casually flipped through the hard-shelled notebook in her hand and revealed a yellowish-brown parchment.
The paper was printed with various lines, deep and shallow, which formed a strange picture of unknown, simple, and mysterious imagery.
This was one of the pages of Leymano's Travels. It recorded a Beyonder power.
It wasn't one of the pages that Fors had later found an opportunity to record, but one of the five pages that originally existed.
Fors looked up and pretended to observe the transactions of others, taking in the situation beside the hooded lady.
She discovered a dark-brown spotted mosquito on the nearby wall. There were unknown bugs slowly crawling across the ground.
Fors's fingers naturally and deftly slid across the dark patterns on the yellowish-brown parchment as a complicated symbol quickly formed in her mind.
Silently and without the slightest abnormality, she felt that she had "read" the mosquito, and her thoughts were connected with the mosquito's.
The spotted brown mosquito flew up, flying very low.
It circled to the hooded lady's lower body and carefully stuck in front of her.
The spotted brown mosquito's vision was different from a human's. It formed an incomprehensible scene in Fors's mind, but it quickly disintegrated and reassembled to form a corresponding normal scene.
The hooded lady had rather soft contours. Her skin was dark, and her eyebrows were thin and long. The corners of her mouth drooped down quite a bit.
Fors immediately recognized her. She was none other than the Primordial Moon believer that Mr. Moon was looking for, Windsor Behring!
An effective clue was worth 100 pounds, and a direct lock was worth 500 pounds! Fors recalled the contents of the bounty as her heart burned.
Her first reaction was to control the spotted brown mosquito to bite Windsor Behring normally and suck her blood. This way, she could use astrology to directly lock onto her whereabouts.
However, after a moment of struggle, she gave up on the idea. This was because it was taboo at a Beyonder gathering. If she was discovered, she would definitely be attacked to death by all the gathering members.
And the convener of the gathering always had considerable strength. If she went overboard, it would be easy for the other party to notice her!
Yes, I'll just earn 100 pounds. I'll consider the issue of directly locking onto her if I have additional opportunities in the future … I have to leave this gathering early and smear my blood on the surface of Leymano's Travels to prevent myself from getting lost. That's very dangerous … Fors suppressed her disappointment and made her final decision.
In fact, her actions had already crossed the line a little. This made her not wish to stay any longer.
…
Hillston Borough. Inside a high-end hotel.
Klein stood behind the oriel window, silently admiring the crimson moon and the thin clouds.
After an unknown period of time, he combed the white hair at his temples and reached out to draw the curtains.
Then, he busied himself moving the radio transceiver back to the real World and dispersed most of its smell.
This time, he only waited about ten seconds before he felt the room turn dark and gloomy. He heard the radio transceiver emit clicking sounds.
Klein leaned over and saw an illusory piece of paper being spat out. On it was written in Rouen:
"Great Master, please look to the right!"
To the right … Klein turned his head in amusement and puzzlement as he looked to the side.
In his line of sight was a full-body mirror. It had turned dark, as though someone had smeared a layer of ink over it.
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, the full-body mirror lit up. Illusory fireworks shot up into the sky one after another, blooming and falling in a dazzling and gorgeous manner.
At the same time, a line of golden Rouen text appeared in the middle of the full-body mirror:
"Welcome back, Great Master!"
At that moment, although Arrodes didn't make a sound, Klein had a baffling feeling that it was shouting at the top of its lungs.
The fireworks calmed down as the golden words distorted and reformed, forming new text:
"Great Master, your humble and loyal servant, Arrodes, wishes to ask if there's anything I can do for you?"
Klein was already very accustomed to this as he skillfully said, "Answer my question."
"Answer my question."
The golden words reformed again:
"Thank you for your answer. You may ask your question."
Klein, who was already prepared, said,
"Where did the evil spirit in the underground ruins of Williams Street go?"
On the full-body mirror, the golden words froze for a few seconds before slowly disappearing. As for the background of the blooming fireworks, it first turned blurry before it became clear and switched to another scene.
It was an abandoned chapel with withered vines crawling all over it. There were gray stones and feces left behind by birds and beasts.
Klein was rather familiar with this. This was the place where he and Miss Sharon had conversed with the evil spirit.
As the scene zoomed in, Klein saw that in the corner of the half-collapsed chapel, there was a pothole that wasn't too deep. There were clear marks of fingers digging inside.
Miss Magicians mentioned this before … As Klein's thoughts surged, a cold and laughing voice sounded from the scene:
"Happy working with you!"
As this sentence seeped out of the soil, the scene immediately turned blurry and distorted, turning into a disturbed water surface before it completely shattered.
Happy working with you … Who is the evil spirit talking to about happy working with you?
To make an angel of the Hunter pathway speak in such a tone, the person opposite it likely isn't of a low level. It might even reach the level of an angel. However, why would "He" use "His" hand to dig a hole? "He" should have a more relaxed method that doesn't waste time …
Is this angel also under a restriction? Hmm, just like the grandpa in Leonard's body? Right, Leonard was in Baekeland back then! This is a clue, but there are other possibilities. Being at the level of an angel doesn't equal to being an angel …
Who did the evil spirit control Baronet Pound to contact? From the looks of it, the Intis and Feysac spies were deliberately set up by the evil spirit as a smokescreen. As expected of a Conspirer … Thoughts flashed through Klein's mind as he said to Arrodes, "Second question.
I now have three butlers to choose from. Who do you think is the most suitable? "
Golden Rouen words appeared one after another.
"If you choose Rebach and Walter, there will be additional developments. Asnia is the most professional, but also the most 'ordinary.'"
Hmm … The two from the Duke Of Negan family and Viscount Conrad's family indeed have additional developments … Klein nodded in thought.
"It's your turn to ask a question."
At this moment, a bunch of golden words suddenly surged out:
"Great Master, what do you think of me as a butler? As long as you can bring me out of the Church of Steam, I can become the best butler in the World! "
"…" Klein hesitated for a second and replied tactfully, "I'm not suitable at the moment."
"Not at the moment."
The golden words on the full-body mirror dimmed before they lit up again, squirming and reforming.
"Alright.
"Your loyal and humble servant, Arrodes, will wait patiently."
Right on the heels of that, a complicated pattern appeared on the full-body mirror, accompanied by an explanation:
"This is a rune formed from a corresponding symbol and magic label. Great Master, as long as you are still in Baekeland, writing it on a piece of paper is equivalent to notifying me to come over."
A combination of symbols representing concealment and prying … Klein did a little identification.
"Alright."
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