Bang!
The silver bullet traversed the distance of a few meters and accurately penetrated the suited clown's neck. Large amounts of blood flowed out, staining his skin and his bow tie red.
The suited clown couldn't scream. His throat made a gurgling sound. He wanted to raise his hand and remove the fatal wound, but his shoulder and elbow joints seemed to be filled with glue. His movements were jerky and slow.
Bang!
Klein, who was in a half-Cogitation state, wasn't frightened by the blood. He pulled the trigger once again, as calm as if he was doing his daily practice.
A hideous hole suddenly appeared in the suited clown's forehead. Blood gushed out and dimmed the light in his eyes. The power of the exquisite revolver was much stronger than Klein had expected.
With his knees bent and his arms hanging down, the suited clown slowly fell to the ground. His eyes were frozen in a daze.
His body twitched a few times before slowly relaxing. There was no other movement.
With the shot dead, Klein coolly turned around and shook the revolver, letting the empty shells fall to the ground one by one.
Then, he walked towards Aiur Harson in a black formal suit and a half top hat. He took out the last silver demon hunting bullet from his pocket and stuffed it into the magazine.
The reason why he didn't turn back to look at the suited clown's tragic state was because he was not comfortable killing for the first time. However, he had no choice but to kill him. He didn't know what would happen if the clown was completely controlled by the puppet.
Besides, he didn't want to take the risk of entering Sealed Artifact 2-049's range of influence again. After all, no one knew if there would be any strange changes this time, causing the luck enhancement ritual to fail.
As for the items on the suited clown's body, Klein was only concerned if there was the so-called Clown potion formula or the corresponding clues. However, this wasn't something that needed to be done in a hurry. He could do it with Dunn, Aiur, and the others later. Obtaining it was equivalent to obtaining it for the Nighthawks. It was impossible for them to be unwilling to part with the Sequence 8 potion formula. At most, they would spend more time accumulating credit. After all, they had only become a Seer not long ago, and there was still a long way to go before they "digested."
As his thoughts churned, Klein quickly walked to Aiur Harson's side. This gentleman in a gray trench coat struggled to sit up several times, but failed every time. He fell down and was covered in mud and dust.
"Mr. Harson, what do you need me to do?" He crouched down and asked. The revolver in his hand was pointed at the ground at an angle to prevent accidental firing.
Al took a deep breath and sighed.
"That monster is too strong. If it wasn't for its weakness …"
At this point, he pointed to a sky-blue metal bottle beside him and laughed at himself.
"I wanted to take the potion, but my hand trembled …"
The sky-blue metal bottle was about as thick as Klein's thumb and no more than five centimeters tall. The lid with the hidden spiral pattern had fallen to one side and was completely soaked in liquid.
Klein reached out to pick up the small bottle, narrowed his eyes and looked at it.
"Mr. Harson, there are only a few drops left on the wall of the bottle."
"Go … look for it on Borgia's body. Inside, inside the pocket." Aiel panted as he spoke.
"Okay." Klein stood up and asked casually, "Is this a healing potion?"
An item from the mystical side?
"No, it only has a certain healing effect. It mainly, mainly stimulates our spirit and squeezes out our body's … potential. It allows us to maintain a good condition for a short period of time. It allows us to hold on until we return, until we receive treatment." Aiel attempted to sit up but failed again. "Its name is Goddess's Gaze … Remember to let Borgia drink half of the potion."
Klein didn't delay any further. He turned around and quickly walked to the groaning Borgia's side. He found the standard sky-blue metal bottle from the semi-conscious Nighthawk's chest.
After unscrewing the lid, he carefully placed the mouth of the bottle to Borgia's mouth.
Borgia sensed it and tried his best to open his lips.
The bottle tilted as the dark red liquid flowed into Borgia's mouth.
After estimating the amount, Klein retracted his hand in time and screwed the cap back on.
The effects of the potion seemed pretty good. A few seconds after Borgia swallowed it, his eyes regained their luster.
He said in a low voice, "Thank you."
With that said, he propped himself up with his hand and slowly sat up. He first treated his injuries before walking towards the unconscious Lorotta and Dunn. He found Goddess's Gaze from the latter's inner pocket.
Klein returned to Aiel's side and fed him the remaining half of the potion.
Aiel panted a few times as his movements suddenly became agile. He stood up as though he had never been injured.
"I'll help Borgia. You take care of your companion." The charming middle-aged man pointed at Leonard Mitchell.
Klein didn't have any objections. He turned around and jogged to Poet Leonard's side.
"There's no need. I can drink it myself." Leonard, whose hair was disheveled, smiled as he raised the sky-blue metal bottle in his hand.
Seeing him stand up agilely with a push of his hand, Klein, who was about to criticize him, was suddenly taken aback.
Leonard's injuries are lighter than I expected …
He has the ability to consume the potion right from the beginning!
That is to say, he might have seen me take four steps counterclockwise during the luck enhancement ritual!
No, this matter is still fine. My chanting was all in my heart, and the luck enhancement ritual didn't show any outward abnormalities. If not, the suited clown wouldn't have fallen for it …
But even so, Leonard, who had long recovered but chose to watch from the sidelines, must have seen quite a number of things. For example, I wasn't affected by 2-049 and had schemed against the suited clown …
Just as Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, Leonard, who was walking towards him, stopped beside him and chuckled while looking straight ahead.
He looked straight ahead and said with a chuckle, "I wanted to save you, but I realized that you didn't need it."
"Don't mind me. There are many special people in this World. They can always do things that others can't, such as you …"
"… Such as me." The corners of Leonard's mouth curled up as he walked past Klein and walked towards the awakened Dunn and Lorotta.
Narcissist … Klein lampooned inwardly as he felt a lot more relaxed.
From the looks of it, Leonard Mitchell is also hiding quite a number of secrets … He thought as he met up with the rest. He watched as Captain Dunn put on his gloves and picked up the Antigonus family's notebook that was stained with yellowish-brown and blood.
The notebook's cover was made of dark black paper. It emitted an ancient and distant aura, showing no signs of softening or rotting. It was nearly identical to what Klein had seen in his dream. It made him begin to suspect that he would see The Fool wearing a gorgeous headdress after opening it.
But he soon realized that he was overthinking things. This was because Dunn had carefully flipped open the notebook to make a final confirmation.
Klein could not see the words clearly due to his poor angle, but he was certain that there was no The Fool wearing gorgeous clothes or a gorgeous headdress.
"Ahem, no problem." Dunn closed the notebook and held it tightly. Then, he looked at Aiur and company and said, "Store it and Sealed Artifact 2-049 behind Tingen City's Chanis Gate for the next few days. Once you recover, or Baekeland sends someone over."
Upon hearing that, Klein was a little disappointed, but he also felt lucky. He really wanted to read the Antigonus family's notebook again to figure out the cause of the deaths of the original owner, Welch, and Naya. However, he felt that this ancient item was filled with misfortune and always brought disaster. Therefore, he did not dare touch it.
Handing it over to the Church's headquarters and sealing it tightly is the best choice … He secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
"Alright." Aiur Harson, Borgia, and Lorotta nodded and turned around at the same time. They came to the side of Sealed Artifact 2-049.
They woke each other up and stuffed the puppet, which had regained its ability to move at some point in time, back into the cracked black metal box and monitored it closely.
"Everything is normal." Aiur's tone sounded a little more relaxed.
Inside the black metal box that only emitted a faint glow, the puppet that was wrapped in grease-stained cloth creaked as it flipped its body, aiming its clown-painted face at the light.
On this strange face, under the pure black pupil-less eyes, there were two tiny dark red cracks that were difficult to see.
At the same time, Dunn, Leonard, and Klein, who had mustered his courage, searched the suited clown's corpse. They found paper flowers, handkerchiefs, poker cards, and glass shards, as well as all sorts of strange items.
However, other than that, the clown did not bring anything of value or that could provide any clues.
Well, apart from a wallet that's worth more than a dozen soli … Klein sighed silently.
At the thought of money, he immediately lowered his head and examined himself. His face nearly collapsed.
His formal suit, which cost several pounds, had five to six spots that needed to be mended due to the tumbling. It was also covered in dirt and dust.
Dunn glanced at him and curled the corners of his mouth.
"The losses incurred during the mission can be reimbursed."
Reimbursed … When he heard the word "invented" by Rosell The Great, Klein's mood instantly brightened.
Yes, this suit can still be worn after some cleaning and mending. It's also decent enough …
When the expenses are reimbursed, I can buy another set and form a rotation!
Yes, I'm not the kind of person who uses the reimbursement for other purposes …
However, I'll have to consider combat attire in the future, such as Captain's black trench coat … If the material is a little inferior, it'll be much cheaper than a tuxedo … Man, Leonard doesn't like wearing formal attire for a long time. Could it be because of this consideration …
"Let Frye deal with the corpse. Let's see if we can recognize his original appearance and find any relevant clues." Dunn used his glove to touch the paint on the suited clown's face.
Then, they searched the innermost warehouse and saw several lumps of flesh and blood that looked like they had been flattened by boulders. They also saw broken bones strewn everywhere.
"Ray Bieber should be using an ancient ritual to absorb the power contained in the notebook, just like how we consume higher-grade Sequence potions. It's filled with danger and requires an undisturbed environment. He also needs to sleep for a certain period of time. This should be the reason why he hasn't left Tingen yet." Dunn examined the area and guessed the possibilities.
Upon hearing such a description, the black-haired lady, Lorotta, laughed with a pale face.
"What a pity that we woke him up early. That anger when he woke up sure left a deep impression on me."
"This is a form of losing control." Dunn looked at Klein, half explaining and half teaching.
"Then why didn't he just leave Tingen and try absorbing it elsewhere?" Klein asked, puzzled.
Aiur Harson laughed and pointed at his head.
"Fellows who are affected by ancient powers or evil powers are usually not of much use here."
At this moment, Dunn took a deep breath and said with a pained tone, "That's right.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
