The dream that Klein had planned for himself was based on 160 Böklund Street. He had pinched many beauties and placed them around Dawn Dantès, perfectly creating the image of a rich tycoon who was experienced but had no choice but to endure in the real World for the sake of his reputation. He could only indulge in his dreams.
Sitting on the sofa, he received a glass of red wine from a young lady. Before Klein could taste it, he discovered that his surroundings had suddenly changed. It went from a brightly lit villa with many elegant beauties to a dark, damp, and dirty sewers.
Right on the heels of that, he saw five familiar explosives in his hand.
Wasn't this planted by me previously? Klein was first taken aback before he pretended to jump in fright. He hurriedly threw the explosives away and warily surveyed his surroundings.
Seeing that there were no abnormalities, he retreated step by step and found a vertical metal staircase. He decisively climbed up, moved the manhole cover, and left the sewers.
As he returned to Böklund Street, the entire dream shattered, waking him up.
Klein opened his eyes and looked at the gold-decorated ceiling in the nearly lightless room. He recalled what he had just encountered.
This was done by that Marauder pathway demigod?
He escaped the pursuit of the Nighthawks and is still hiding nearby. As he's afraid that the Black Emperor who exposed his whereabouts will appear again, he guides the dreams one by one in search of a target?
It's very likely! If it wasn't for me being able to maintain my lucidity and rationality in a dream with an intruder, I would've been subconsciously driven to repeat the process of planting the explosives. After all, this is something I've done before, something that I have a deep memory of …
Thankfully, I concluded that a Marionettist should try his best to hide behind the scenes. Be it exploring the sewers or meeting Trissy, I relied on my marionette. Even if I didn't have enough distance and had no choice but to head over personally, I would've used my Spirit Body to make a trip through the gray fog. I also carried an item that interferes with prying and divination, preventing others from finding out who the true controller is. If not, I would've long been discovered and targeted. Even if I didn't die, I would've fled Baekeland pathetically.
With this in mind, Klein rejoiced. In the beginning, he didn't know what secrets were hidden in the sewers, nor did he expect that there would be a demigod. However, he still abided by the rules of a Marionettist and had strict requirements for himself. Therefore, he successfully avoided the tragedy of having his "performance" exposed.
Baekeland sure is a dangerous place. Problems will happen if I'm careless … As Klein sighed, he felt that his Marionettist potion had unknowingly digested a little.
When he calmed down, he chuckled in his heart.
From the looks of it, that person is still in Böklund Street. There's a high chance that he's hiding in Hazel's house or even beside her.
Heh heh, if this demigod had invaded my dream a minute or two earlier, he would've seen Snake of Fate Will Auceptin. Although this Sequence 1 angel is still in his weak phase, that's only relative to Ouroboros and the other angels. It shouldn't be too difficult to deal with a sneaky person who can't even parasitize Hazel. Ignoring his other powers, just revealing his complete Mythical Creature form is enough to deal severe damage to the similarly weak one.
I dare to bet that Will Auceptin must've had a premonition ahead of time, so he chose such a time period to successfully avoid being seen by other demigods.
What a pity. I can't let that Marauder demigod understand how dangerous it is to randomly invade dreams in Baekeland … Leonard definitely has a deep understanding of this situation …
Klein reined in his thoughts and pretended as though nothing had happened. With the help of Cogitation, he fell into a deep slumber again.
When the sun rose over the horizon, he naturally woke up. He flipped over and sat up, transforming into Gehrman Sparrow's appearance.
He muttered a prayer, "… Please inform Ma 'am Hermit that the angel has already accepted the condition of temporarily recovering a certain amount of strength during his weak phase. He has agreed to make the transaction at the end of June or the beginning of July.
"You can ask Bernadette when I can meet her."
After praying, Klein transformed back into Dawn Dantès. He got out of bed and entered the bathroom to deal with his personal problems.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he felt abnormally energetic. Only then did he take four steps counterclockwise and head above the gray fog. He turned the contents of his prayer into an image and threw it into the crimson star that symbolized The Hermit.
…
On the Future, which was docked at a port, Admiral of Stars Cattleya watched as Frank Lee stepped onto the dock filled with anticipation. He planned on finding a place to sell some items and amass 8,000 pounds to purchase the Druid Beyonder characteristic. She couldn't help but raise her hand to her forehead, feeling a baffling lack of confidence.
Although she believed that her level, mysticism knowledge, and mystical items could firmly suppress Frank Lee who had become a Druid, she felt that the problem wasn't that simple when she recalled his fantastic ideas and terrifying practical abilities. She didn't wish to participate in the Tarot competition above the gray fog with a watermelon growing on her head and wheat ears growing all over her body.
Thankfully, he doesn't have the Druid potion formula. There's temporarily no need to worry about him advancing to Sequence 5 … Cattleya nudged her glasses and consoled herself.
At this moment, the illusory gray fog emanated in front of her as she heard German Sparrow's words.
That angel agreed? Cattleya's expression immediately softened as she couldn't help but smile.
Once she obtained that drop of Mythical Creature blood, it meant that she was very close to the level of a demigod!
She had the Mysticologist potion formula to begin with, and she had previously accumulated contributions to exchange for one of the main ingredients from the Moses Ascetic Order. As for the remaining ingredient, she similarly knew where it could be found and how to obtain it.
Wait until July. July … Cattleya pursed her lips as her eyes peeked out from behind her thick glasses as she slowly surveyed the captain's cabin.
…
On Thursday morning, just as Klein finished a classical literature class, he heard a stacked illusory prayer.
After entering above the gray fog, he discovered that the supplicant was The Hermit Cattleya.
This Admiral of Stars requested Mr. Fool to inform The World that Queen Mystic had agreed to his request. If he was in Baekeland, they would meet at the south bank of the Tussock River at eleven that night, near the bridge entrance.
Bernadette is still in Baekeland … Klein conjured German Sparrow and gave an affirmative response.
At 10: 58 at night, he entered the bathroom and took out a paper figurine from his pocket.
Pa!
Klein trembled and made the paper figurine transform into Dawn Dantès. He sat on the toilet with a book in hand, seemingly in a daze.
Then, he suddenly became three to four centimeters shorter. His face became thinner, and the lines became much more pronounced. He had already turned into German Sparrow.
Right on the heels of that, the glove he wore on his left hand turned transparent as countless illusory shadows appeared within it.
Klein then saw the colors around him thicken before turning distinct, stacking on top of one another. As for himself, he faded and vanished from the real World.
He rapidly traversed the spirit world, constantly adjusting his direction according to his location. In just a few seconds, he appeared at the entrance of the Baekeland Bridge on the south bank of the Tussock River.
At that moment, it was late at night. There was no one walking on the bridge, and the surroundings were extremely quiet. One could only vaguely see a group of soldiers standing nearby.
Klein was just about to search for traces of Queen Mystic Bernadette when he suddenly saw green pea vines dangling down from the sky, interweaving to form a lush forest.
This "forest" had an end that couldn't be seen. The vines formed different paths, intersecting or spiraling as they extended all the way into the sky.
Klein was only taken aback for a second before he randomly found a pea vine that hung in midair and proceeded forward step by step.
After an unknown period of time, he saw the green plants connect to form a hammock seat that was gently swaying from high above.
Queen Mystic was sitting there, wearing a white Intis -style shirt and a dark black jacket. By her waist was a thin rapier. Apart from not wearing a triangular hat, she was dressed in the standard attire of a captain at sea.
She didn't reveal a pair of black leather boots like she did when she interacted with Sherlock Moriarty in Backlund. At that moment, her chestnut hair cascaded down naturally as she looked over with her deep blue eyes. She spoke gently but without any emotion.
She gently but emotionlessly said, "Help me thank the existence behind you."
She's quite respectful towards The Fool. Hmm, the questions I previously answered should've answered many of her questions … Klein, who was wearing the German Sparrow mask, politely replied, "Yes.
"Alright."
Bernadette's gaze didn't move as she continued looking at him.
"What's the matter this time?"
Klein paused for a second and said the words he had long prepared.
"I wish to seek your help to make him appear to be in a state of being corroded by the core seal behind the Church of Evernight's Chanis Gate."
As he spoke, Klein made Wraith Señor appear beside him.
Bernadette took a deep look at Admiral of Blood who was standing upright. She didn't ask Sherlock Moriarty or German Sparrow how they knew that she had a solution.
She calmly said, "The seal cores of different Church of Evernight cathedrals are different. The state after being corroded is also different.
"Is it the Evernight pathway, Death pathway, or something else?
"Is it a parish church or a city center church?"
She directly eliminated the option of the Church of Evernight's headquarters, the Cathedral of Serenity, because even a King of Angels wouldn't dare target that place.
Klein thought for a moment.
"Diocese cathedral, Evernight pathway."
Queen Mystic Bernadette nodded slightly.
"Then, I can let him suffer the corresponding corrosion, but this way, your marionette will basically be destroyed. In the beginning, he can still be used normally, but with the passage of time, the corrosion will deepen, and he will gradually fall asleep, never to wake up again."
"Can you extend the time of complete erosion as much as possible?" Klein asked, holding back his heartache.
Admiral of Blood Señor's marionette was one of the most valuable of all his assets!
Bernadette said with a calm expression,
"Two months at most."
Klein struggled inwardly for two seconds before replying expressionlessly,
"Alright."
He immediately placed his hand on his chest and bowed.
"Thank you for your help."
Queen Mystic Bernadette didn't say another word as she retracted her gaze and extended her right hand. In midair, she outlined words that were different from Jotun, Dragonese, Elvish, and ancient Hermes.
The words had a star-like luster as they interweaved into strange symbols, as though they had opened a secret door that led deep into the spirit world.
The "secret door" opened as a gust of wind blew out. The upper body of a man wrapped in white cloth appeared.
"Requiem Horn," Bernadette said in a soft but dignified voice.
The man with the upper body of a man and the lower body of a wind replied respectfully as he took out a human skull from the white cloth.
The eye sockets of the skull were deep and dark, making it difficult to see the bottom. The rest of the skull had holes of different shapes. The surroundings were covered in cracks, and it was as white as jade.
Bernadette took the Requiem Horn and glanced at German Sparrow.
"Retreat at least fifty meters."
Klein didn't ask why. He left Wraith Señor in his original spot and quickly left along the pea vine path.
After more than fifty meters, he suddenly heard a distant, serene, and sorrowful melody.
Subconsciously, Klein looked up and saw that Bernadette was sitting with her back slightly bent at the spot covered by the pea vines. Her chestnut hair moved slightly as she lowered her head. She brought the "human skull" to her mouth and blew out air from the holes, forming a symphony of the night.
The symphony brought with it a calming power and a faint sense of sorrow. Bit by bit, it spread out, but it didn't alarm the soldiers guarding the bridge outside the pea vine forest.
Klein stood there and listened seriously as he suddenly felt a longing for home.
It was a home that a traveler who had been wandering for a long time yearned for the most, but it was also the most unreachable.
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