100 Böklund Street, Portland Moment's house, garden corner.
Many of the ants and bugs that had gathered here began to disperse, and the gloomy and cold feeling grew weaker and weaker.
The person with supernatural powers here likely doesn't have much experience … Seeing that she had achieved her goal, Hazel nodded indiscernibly. She then turned around agilely and strolled along the small path in the garden.
She was not in a hurry to return to the house. Instead, she enjoyed the crimson moonlight, the cool air, and the faint fragrance of flowers.
Some time later, Hazel gave up on her stroll and left the garden to enter the hall on the first floor.
At this moment, apart from the guests who were having fun in Texas, many gentlemen and ladies had already bade farewell. Just as Hazel found her mother, Ma 'am Riana, she saw her father, Member of Parliament Macht, and a few gentlemen. They were chatting as they walked down from the second floor, looking very happy.
"Are you ready to go home? You have to visit a very important guest tomorrow morning. "Riana gestured for her daughter to come closer as she walked toward her husband with a smile.
Macht nodded.
"If it weren't for this, I think I'd try another Portland cigar."
Riana swept her gaze across Willis, Dwayne Dantès, and company as she casually asked,
"What are you guys talking about? This topic seems very interesting? "
Macht turned his body to the side and smiled.
"Dawn said he encountered ghosts when he was in the Southern Continent.
"He and his companion suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. They wanted to open their eyes, but they couldn't. Their bodies felt heavy, as if someone was pressing down on them.
"They used a lot of strength to finally extricate themselves from this state. When they left the bed, they realized that the room was extremely cold. You might not know this, but the weather in East and West Balam is very hot most of the time.
"Then, Dwayne and his companions each held a double-barreled shotgun and stood guard for the entire night. When the Sun rose, they hurriedly left the town."
After hearing that, Ma 'am Riana looked at Dwayne Dantes's face with piqued interest.
"Is this true?
"Do ghosts really exist?"
Klein smiled and shook his head.
"I can't be sure. Maybe my companion and I just went through an adventure. Our mental state isn't stable enough, and our physical condition isn't good either. That's why we have all kinds of problems."
The story he told actually originated from one of Anderson's experiences. When this Fog Sea's strongest hunter was exploring a divine temple in a primitive forest, he successfully encountered a spirit and staged a large-scale night run.
Ghosts … Hazel tilted her head and looked in the direction of the garden. The corners of her lips curled up slightly before she quickly retracted it.
She didn't say anything. She quietly listened as her parents bid farewell to the people around them and returned home with them.
Late at night, Hazel, who had changed into a nightgown, walked to the balcony and stood behind a gap in the curtains. She looked at the sewer entrance on Boklund Street.
As she watched, her face gradually turned pale, as if she was recalling that painful and terrifying experience.
She forced herself to look away, took two deep breaths, then turned around and walked to the bed.
During this process, she gently bit her lower lip and silently muttered to herself,
"That should be a vengeful spirit … It must be …
"I need a charm or item from the 'Sun' domain …"
While Hazel was looking at the sewer entrance, Klein was also sizing it up.
It's been so many days. I wonder how Demoness Trissy has recovered. Has she left … Thankfully, Hazel was frightened by me. She hasn't dared to approach the sewer entrance recently … Klein swept his gaze across the iron-black street lamps as he nodded slightly.
He then opened the iron cigar case and made his Wraith Marionette appear in the full-body mirror.
He had already decided to send Señor to check the sewers to confirm Trissy's condition. This was to prevent the Demoness from causing any trouble.
Furthermore, the sewers were too close to Dawn Dantès's identity. Klein didn't wish for Trissy to stay nearby for long periods of time. He only wished for her to recover quickly so that she could take action and leave Böklund Street.
Hmm, Admiral of Blood Señor will appear once in a while. It matches the character setting I previously made. It's that he doesn't live in the vicinity. As the sewers here hide a secret, he often floats over to search for it … As Klein thought, he made the old triangular hat marionette use the mirror to jump to the surface of the street lamps. Then, he passed through the manhole cover in his Wraith form and quickly approached the hidden fork where Trissy was hiding.
Before he reached the end, Señor, who had night vision, saw that there was no one there.
She has already recovered and left? In thought, Klein made his marionette continue forward and stop at the spot where Trissy had been sitting.
He discovered that the area had been cleaned up. Not only was the ground no longer muddy and wet, even the moss on the walls and corners was gone.
There aren't any scraps of food either … Did that fellow become a germaphobe after becoming a woman? No, he might have been one to begin with … With Wraith Señor's vision, Klein observed his surroundings and determined that Trissy had either not left or had left less than a day ago. Otherwise, it was impossible for the area to be so clean.
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, the sound of light footsteps entered the Wraith's ears.
Under his control, Señor turned around and walked outside. As expected, he saw Trissy in a dark black dress.
This Demoness's black hair cascaded down softly, unlike other girls her age who had all sorts of hairstyles. It was simple and plain.
Together with her face that had recovered its rosy color but remained fair, at that moment, Trissy was like a dreamy flower that silently bloomed in the night.
As expected of a Demoness … Thankfully, I'm separated by a marionette; otherwise, I would've lost my composure looking at her … Heh heh, the dead won't be tempted! No matter how charming a Demoness is, there's no way she can turn the dead into zombies and crawl out of their graves … Klein lampooned as he looked at Trissy, who appeared confused but was actually secretly on guard as she released invisible threads.
"Where did you go?"
Trissy pricked up her eyebrows.
"Don't tell me you like to take care of your personal hygiene in the place where you sleep?"
Uh … I thought Demonesses don't need to go to the bathroom … Klein gave a self-deprecating remark, making Señor chuckle.
"You mean peeing and defecating?"
He had deliberately made his marionette say that so as to match Admiral of Blood's image as a boorish pirate.
Trissy frowned inconspicuously and said, "That's right.
"Is there something else?"
Wraith Senor didn't continue the topic as he changed the topic.
"You seem to be recovering well."
Trissy smiled faintly.
"Not bad. I will leave here tomorrow."
She paused for a moment and narrowed her slightly slender eyes.
"To be frank, there are times when I wonder if you're really Admiral of Blood."
Of course it's true! You should be asking if I'm alive or dead … Klein made Señor speak with piqued interest.
"Why do you say that?"
Trissy's gaze swept across the Wraith's face.
"It's said that Admiral of Blood is a person who indulges in his desires. He has no resistance towards beautiful women or men.
"And when you face me, I don't see any sparks of desire.
"I thought that the real Admiral of Blood would add a clause that would force me when we came to a cooperation agreement."
Klein deliberated for two seconds before making Señor give a self-deprecating laugh.
"I'm afraid of indulging in Pleasure and being controlled by you."
Trissy's expression immediately changed. This was indeed one of the reasons why she had taken the initiative to raise the topic.
To Demonesses who controlled Pleasure, Beyonders who were accustomed to indulging in their desires were natural prey.
Klein took the initiative to skip the topic and made his marionette speak.
"You're going to seek out a target tomorrow?
"Clearly, the captain of the royal guards definitely knows you and knows what you look like."
After all, they arranged for you to be by Prince Edessak's side … Klein silently added.
Trissy lowered her head, looked at her toes, and chuckled.
"Don't worry. I have a perfect plan."
As she spoke, she turned her body and casually pointed deep into the sewers.
"From here, at the end of the sixth left fork, there's a secret passageway. There are also signs of long-term human activity. Heh heh, I discovered it while wandering around for the past few days.
"I believe this has something to do with that girl from last time …
"Is that also the reason you came here?"
Secret passageway? Klein didn't confirm or deny it. He made Señor laugh.
"Did you discover anything?"
Trissy shook her head.
"Nothing at all. Perhaps only someone with a specific pathway or a specific item can find clues."
A Marauder's intuition, or the item on Hazel? Klein didn't let Señor continue the topic. He pressed his hand to his chest and bowed with a smile.
"Since you've recovered, I can be at ease."
Just as he said that, he suddenly vanished.
Trissy focused her eyes, but to no avail. Only when the invisible threads she had sent out were blown by a breeze did she retract her gaze, confirming that Admiral of Blood had truly left.
At that moment, Klein had already controlled the Wraith to return to the sewers' entrance. He didn't attempt to explore the place Trissy had mentioned.
There were three main reasons for his choice. First, it was beyond a hundred meters. Second, he suspected that he wouldn't discover anything. After all, he wasn't from the Marauder pathway, nor did he have the corresponding items. Third, Trissy was still around.
…
On Thursday morning, Fors, who had woken up naturally, washed up. She chewed on a piece of toast and opened the door to take out a pile of items from the mailbox.
As she walked to the coffee table, she casually flipped through the items in her hands and found a reply she had been looking forward to for days.
Throwing down the newspapers, bills, and other letters, Fors tore open the letter in her hand.
"… Teacher has already reached Baekeland?" Fors quickly scanned through it and muttered in surprise.
At the same time, she saw the toast in her mouth fall to the ground.
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