Walter came to the third floor, bent his finger, and knocked on the master bedroom's door.
"Who is it?" Dawn Dantès's weak and hoarse voice sounded.
Walter twisted the doorknob and pushed a gap in the door.
"Sir, Bishop Elektra is here to visit you.
"Do you want to meet him in the living room or the activity room, or do you want to invite him directly to the bedroom?"
Typically speaking, visitors weren't allowed into the master bedroom. It was rather rude, but visiting patients was an exception.
After a brief silence, Dawn Dantès replied, "Invite him to the bedroom.
"Invite him to the bedroom."
"Alright, Sir." As Walter gestured for Richardson to rush the maidservant to prepare tea, he walked downstairs and led the bishop of the Church of Evernight, Elektra, upstairs.
Soon, Elektra entered the bedroom and saw Dawn Dantès leaning against the bed, looking somewhat haggard.
"Richardson, give the bishop a chair," Dwayne Dantès said with a smile, his face slightly pale.
Richardson was already prepared as he immediately moved a high-back chair to a spot not far from the bed.
Elektra took a few steps forward and observed the tycoon's face.
He asked in concern, "Dawn, how are you feeling? Did you get a physician?"
His spiritual perception hadn't been triggered, so he didn't make any other attempts. This was just a normal visit from a pious believer.
Dawn Dantès coughed lightly and revealed a smile.
"Actually, I'm almost done. I believe I can continue attending the cathedral tomorrow or the day after to listen to your sermons."
"That's good. I was still wondering if I should help you pray to the Goddess for your blessings." Elektra laughed, took a step back, and sat on the chair that Richardson had moved over.
At this moment, Dawn Dantès looked at the bishop and chuckled.
"Actually, I've always had a question. Can clergymen of the Church of the Goddess get married?"
Elektra, who was two years short of forty, sighed with a smile.
"This question has actually been troubling us for a very long time.
"In many ancient theological councils, the archbishops had heated arguments about this.
"On one hand, they believe that servants of the Goddess must maintain their purity, regardless of gender. Otherwise, it would be blasphemy against the Goddess. On the other hand, they find the Goddess's words from the Revelation of Evernight and other ancient texts. They believe that the Goddess is encouraging marriage, encouraging equal and normal interactions between the sexes. The clergy should be role models, not negative examples. This is the greatest respect for the Goddess.
"In modern times, this problem was basically put aside. The Church neither forbade nor encouraged it. The only requirement was that the married clergy could not have their family members live in the church."
Dwayne Dantes nodded slowly as the corners of his mouth curled up.
"Bishop, do you have a wife?"
The thin and average-looking Bishop Elektra sighed and couldn't hide his smile.
"Two years ago, I entered the hall of marriage under the witness of the goddess. This year, I just happened to have a child.
"I originally wanted to remain single to serve the Goddess, but …"
As he spoke, he let out a self-deprecating laugh and shook his head.
Without waiting for Dawn Dantès to delve deeper into the topic, Bishop Elektra returned with a question.
"You seem to be single as well. Are you considering marriage?"
He seemed to tacitly agree with Dwayne Dantès's thoughts. He treated the answer to the question as confirmation and asked, "What's the matter?
He directly treated the above question as confirmation and asked, "What kind of lady do you like? Perhaps I can introduce you to a suitable candidate. "
Dawn Dantès coughed lightly again and said with a smile, "In the past, I always chose to take risks in order to accumulate wealth.
Therefore, I wasn't willing to get married, afraid that I would be a burden to the other party. Heh, I like many types, and I'm not picky.
"I like women who are older than me and can give me warmth and ease of mind …"
Before he finished his sentence, Richardson's expression suddenly froze as he turned his head to the side. Following that, he lowered his head in discomfort as he felt a baffling burning pain on his face.
Dawn Dantès remained oblivious as he continued, "Much younger than me.
Pure and lively. She makes one feel like they're seeing the morning. I like women who are filled with vitality without realizing it … "
Bishop Elektra's smile suddenly froze. He raised his palm, clenched it into a fist, and pressed it against his mouth as he coughed.
Dawn Dantès didn't stop as he shook his head and sighed with a smile.
"I once had a love or marriage, but I like ladies who can only look at them from afar because of their status and identity. They are filled with charm, and every action is intoxicating. It's hard to control myself, and I often dream of them …"
Butler Walter, who was standing nearby, suddenly trembled, as though he had just experienced a dream that he didn't wish to wake up from but was extremely resistant to. It was hard to tell if it was good or bad.
Dawn Dantès still wanted to continue, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't make a sound.
He then chuckled and said, "That's very normal.
"This is very normal. Humans are limited by their bodies. Under the influence of their senses, they will always have some abnormal thoughts. As long as they can control their thoughts and do things according to their own will, and they don't feel tormented, they will still be good husbands, good fathers, and good men."
"Very reasonable. When we're angry, we will always have irrational thoughts, but very few people can turn them into reality." Bishop Elektra cleverly diverted the topic as Butler Walter and Richardson revealed contemplative expressions.
The bishop didn't stay for long. After taking a few sips of the marquis black tea that the maidservant had brought, he got up and bade farewell, leaving Dawn Dantès's residence.
The room quickly turned silent as the window to the balcony opened silently. Klein, who had transformed back into Dawn Dantès, nimbly jumped in.
Thankfully, I came back in time. If I had allowed Arrodes to continue chatting, Bishop Elektra would no longer acknowledge me as a devout believer … Perhaps I might even find Walter and Richardson hanging themselves in their rooms tomorrow morning, and the entire street would be spreading rumors that Dawn Dantès is a sex maniac … Klein glanced at the fake Dawn Dantès True Magic Mirror on the bed and silently sighed. The latter half of what he had said was something he had personally come up with and gotten Arrodes to read it out loud.
Of course, this was his worst guess. He believed that Arrodes wouldn't allow the matter to develop to that stage.
"Welcome back, my great master." On the bed, Dawn Dantès bowed and greeted him. "Did your humble and loyal servant, Arrodes, do … do well?"
Upon hearing the magic mirror's stammering question, Klein sighed again.
"Not bad. You disguised yourself well.
"But try not to agitate others when chatting."
"I-I'll take note!" The fake Dawn Dantès's image rapidly vanished as a small mirror appeared on the pillow.
On the surface of the mirror, a silvery-white light burst forth, squirming and condensing into words:
"Thank you for your affirmation. I will always follow in your footsteps and look forward to the next opportunity to serve you ~"
After a simple goodbye emoticon, the mirror returned to normal.
Klein leaned over and put away the mirror before entering the bathroom attached to the master bedroom. He took four steps counterclockwise and arrived above the gray fog.
He wanted to complete the Grazing before Mr. X's Spirit Body completely dissipated.
…
In the World of the Book, in a cave on a snow-covered mountain peak.
Klein looked at Mr. X's corpse on the ground and carefully identified the head that was pieced together from the fragments. He then compared it to the portrait of the target provided by Miss Magicians in his memories.
It's him … I hope that I can obtain Traveling and Records this time. With one of them, this operation will be profitable. If not, I'll have to consider getting Miss Magicians to add more money. The difficulty of hunting a Sequence 5 and facing a demigod are two completely different matters. As Klein thought about it, he extended his left palm and spread open his fingers, aiming at the corpse that had yet to completely dissipate its spirituality.
Creeping Hunger rapidly returned to its original state, as though it was made of thin human skin. Two eyes cracked open on its palm, its pupils bright red as though they were dyed with blood.
Amidst the bone-chilling cold wind, Mr. X's dissipated Spirit Body and the resplendent Beyonder points of light that resembled the Milky Way drilled into Creeping Hunger, fixing themselves on the empty finger.
Creeping Hunger first turned transparent, like a reflection of the spirit world before returning to normal.
Klein closed his eyes to sense it, and his brows gradually relaxed as a smile suffused his face.
His luck was rather good this time. He had drawn one of the Beyonder powers he wanted the most:
Traveler's Door!
This could be shortened to Teleportation Door, Teleportation, or Traveling. Its use was to allow a person to sense the outside world and allow them to traverse the spirit world. Due to the difference in strength of their Spirit Bodies, Beyonders of different Sequences could withstand teleportation for different times. The effects and distance of traversing the spirit world were also clearly different.
If it's only Sequence 9 or 8, then it wouldn't exceed Baekeland … At my current level, I wonder if I can directly head to the primitive island provided by Mr. The Hanging Man. Yes, if it really doesn't work, I can split it into two or three trips … Klein thought with a smile.
Only at this moment did he realize that a Traveler's head-on combat strength was very powerful. This was because the difficulty of using Traveling over short distances was only about the same as Flaming Jump. This also meant that a Traveler could constantly flash around a target. He could be far or close, catching others off guard and preventing them from attacking him.
Coupled with the various powers he had "Recorded" and his vigilance of immediately distancing himself from anything amiss, Klein suspected that even if he had Lightning Storm and Tornado, he might not be able to keep a Traveler at bay in a head-on battle.
Indeed, a Marionettist should try his best to stay behind the scenes … As Klein reflected, he cast his gaze back at Mr. X's corpse.
Creeping Hunger had just obtained another Beyonder power. It was the Apprentice Sequence's Door Opening. This was almost equivalent to a weakened version of Traveling. It was of little value.
As his gaze moved, Klein's eyes reflected the ruby ring on Mr. X's finger.
PS: It's the last few hours of April. It would be a waste if I didn't cast my monthly ticket ~
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