After a brief moment of shock, Emlyn couldn't help but look around. He suspected that The World was lurking around him, one of the few believers.
After all, he had never mentioned the Mental Terror Candle in the Tarot. Bishop Utravsky seldom had conflicts with others, and he had almost never used any mystical items. If it wasn't for the fact that Emlyn had been planted with a psychological cue to come to the Harvest Church frequently, and that he had received Sherlock Moriarty's reminder and subsequently asked the bishop, he wouldn't have known of the existence of the Mental Terror Candle.
At that instant, Emlyn saw everyone as The World. Be it the fat middle-aged man, the granny with a gray headscarf, or the beautiful and fashionable lady, they all had something in common with The World.
No, I have to get to the bottom of this. He actually knows so much about my surroundings … Even in front of Mr. Fool, there are some things I haven't mentioned … Emlyn was truly frightened. He stood up and walked into the clergyman's break room at the back and replied in a quiet and empty environment, "That's right.
In the quiet environment, he replied, "Honorable Mr. Fool, I wish to speak directly to The World."
In less than ten seconds, a dark red light surged towards Emlyn like a tidal wave, drowning him.
Then, he realized that he had returned above the gray fog, back to the majestic palace, back to the spot that belonged to him.
And at the end of the long, mottled table, the blurry figure of The World was already waiting.
Compared to the past, Emlyn had improved greatly. He wasn't in a rush to speak to The World. He first bowed at Mr. Fool, who was watching leisurely from his seat of honor, before looking at his target and saying, "That's right.
"How did you know that I could obtain the Mental Terror Candle?"
Under Klein's control, The World chuckled hoarsely.
"We might have met before."
He didn't say much and only pointed out the crux of the matter. As for whether the other party could guess the actual situation, that was his own problem.
Of course, Klein believed that Emlyn was temporarily unable to connect it to Sherlock Moriarty. After all, he lacked the necessary clues.
Emlyn frowned bit by bit. He had one suspect after another, but he was unable to determine who The World was.
"Believe me, I have no ill intentions towards the Tarot members." Seeing Emlyn remain silent for a long time, The World added.
Heh, one day, I will find you! Emlyn silently muttered to himself before asking, "What's wrong?
"What are you doing with the Mental Terror Candle? I have to have a good reason to lend this mystical item. "
Klein stopped himself from raising his right hand to rub his Sun acupoint and made The World fall silent.
"To treat my mental problems."
Treatment … Mental problems … Emlyn couldn't help but shrink back before straightening his back.
Looking at The World again, the look in his eyes clearly said that he was indeed a dangerous lunatic.
"… The Mental Terror Candle does have such an effect." Emlyn thought for a moment. "I can only lend it to you for half a day. It shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"Sure." Klein endured the threats and pleas of the voice in his mind and controlled The World to reply, "Sure."
If the Mental Terror Candle was effective, Klein would be able to solve the problem in a quarter of an hour. If it was ineffective, he could hold it in his hand for a few days or months. Therefore, the rental period wasn't crucial. He didn't care about such requirements at all.
Emlyn did a mental calculation for two seconds.
"The rent is 300 pounds, as well as five pages of Beyonder powers recorded in Leymano's Travels."
He gave away half of his burdens.
Five pages … How many pages did this fellow use … As Klein lampooned, he made The World say, "That's right.
"No problem."
After completing the transaction, Emlyn immediately returned to the real World and walked out of the Harvest Church's clergyman lounge.
Looking at the half-giant Bishop Utravsky, who was standing beside the altar and waiting to communicate with the believers, Emlyn suddenly felt a little uneasy.
Although he sounded very confident in front of "The World", in reality, he had never borrowed such an item from the priest before. He had no idea what kind of attitude the priest would have.
Emlyn's gaze subconsciously wandered as he subconsciously surveyed the prayer hall.
I've helped the priest and the Church save many civilians who were infected by the plague. I've also been teaching those who are willing to learn about herbs, allowing the faith of Mother Earth to spread relatively well in this area. What's wrong with borrowing the Mental Terror Candle for half a day? Emlyn raised his chin and walked towards Bishop Utravsky, who he had to look up to.
"I have a friend who has a mental problem. I would like to borrow the Mental Terror Candle."
He did not directly mention his contribution, because his pride did not allow him to do so.
Father Utravsky looked down at Emlyn, who was dressed in a priest robe, and smiled warmly.
"Alright."
… That's it? Emlyn was taken aback, unable to believe that the priest had agreed just like that.
He didn't accept it. He couldn't help but ask,
"Aren't you afraid that I'll drop that candle?"
Bishop Utravsky replied with a smile, "Every person and every item has their own end.
"Every person and every item has their own end. They will return to the earth and be buried deep in the soil. They will germinate, grow, and bloom again, generation after generation.
"This is the fate of all things. If the Mental Terror Candle is lost, it means that my connection with it has come to an end. I have to listen to fate and Mother's arrangements."
Whether the Mental Terror Candle is lost is its fate, but will I be beaten to death by you because of this is also my fate? Emlyn lampooned silently and didn't ask any further. He took the strange candle from the half-giant priest.
Following that, he used the excuse of treating a friend and left the Harvest Church. He found a random inn and set up the sacrificial ritual.
…
Above the gray fog, Klein once again received the Mental Terror Candle.
This mystical item seemed to have burned more than half of it. It was wrapped in a layer of something that resembled human skin, with several lumps protruding.
Its wick was very short and pitch-black in color. There were dense scale-like patterns on it.
Klein didn't delay. He didn't give his alternate personality a chance to mature. He wanted to completely resolve the problem while he was still weak. Otherwise, what awaited him was an unchangeable fate of losing control. And the environment of the mysterious space above the gray fog could completely block out the negative effects of the battle between the two personalities.
Phew … Klein slowly exhaled and extended his hand to summon the Sea God Scepter.
At that moment, he didn't do any divination, because he wasn't sure who "I" was referring to. The outcome was naturally meaningless.
Pa!
Klein snapped his fingers and lit the Mental Terror Candle.
Above the pitch-black wick, the pale blue spirituality flames emitted light silently, illuminating the palace that resembled a giant's residence.
Unknowingly, the environment changed. The cupboard, desk, coal stove, bunk bed, and gas meter were reflected in Klein's eyes. The crimson moonlight silently shone in from the window, draping everything in a veil.
This was the apartment that the Moretti family used to live in!
This was where Klein Moretti had shot himself!
At that moment, a figure was sitting under the bunk bed, looking at the Sea God Scepter wielding Klein with a warped expression.
He had black hair, brown eyes, a thin build, and ordinary facial features. His facial features were rather deep, and he had an obvious scholarly aura. He was just like another "Klein."
This "Klein" revealed an angry expression.
"You have occupied my body, but do you want to completely obliterate my soul?
"I'm the one who's Klein Moretti! You despicable, shameless transmigrator, Parasite! "
He seemed to have just matured and was unable to make use of the outside world.
Klein didn't respond as he walked over with a heavy expression.
"Klein's" expression slowly changed as fear gradually filled his eyes.
His body curled up as he pleaded with a trembling voice, "Let me go.
"Let me go, let me go.
"You stole my brother, stole my sister, and stole my life. Isn't that enough?
"I'll stay quietly in your body and help you analyze problems and give you suggestions. I definitely won't vie with you for control.
"Let me go. Let me go …"
Klein remained silent as he raised the Sea God Scepter in his right hand.
"Klein"'s face was already covered in tears as he shouted angrily and fearfully, "I only wanted to remind you!
"If it wasn't to remind you, why would I expose myself!?
"Let me go. Let me go … I don't have any ill intentions!"
"Let me go. Let me go … I don't have any ill intentions!"
Klein looked at him in silence as he made the blue gems on the Sea God Scepter light up one after another.
Bolts of lightning instantly appeared, twisting and entangling as they enveloped "Klein" like a storm.
Amidst the shrill cries, the figure rapidly dissipated as all traces of it were wiped away by the bolts of lightning.
As expected of myself … I know where the soft spots in my heart are. I know how to plead the most effectively … However, I've already recognized myself. I'm Zhou Mingrui who has fused with Klein's memory fragments and a portion of his emotions. If I let you go, it's equivalent to separating the two and admitting that I'm opposing them. Then, the moment I return to the real World, I'll immediately lose control … Klein lowered the scepter and closed his eyes as he sighed softly.
Then, he, who had maintained his lucidity the entire time, left the World of his mind.
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