Sun, who had been acknowledged, was taken aback for two seconds. The shame in him faded as he said in embarrassment, "I'll get to the bottom of this matter."
I'll try my best to make two — no, one friend before the next Tarot Gathering …
I'll try my best to make two — no, one friend before the next Tarot Gathering … Derrick quickly set another goal in his heart.
Upon seeing this, Klein made World German Sparrow say in a low and hoarse voice, "If it involves the domain of Death, you can seek my advice."
"If it involves the domain of Death, you can seek my advice."
And I can seek Mr. Aztec's advice … he silently added inwardly.
As for Frank Lee's new mushrooms, he temporarily didn't plan on handing them over to Little Sun. This was because it was only a half-finished product. The final "fruit" would be filled with poison and madness.
"Thank you, Mr. World," Sun replied gratefully.
After discussing other matters, the Tarot entered the "learning" phase until the end.
After returning to the real World, Klein immediately began to resolve the matter regarding the Marauder demigod. However, he realized that his plan had just begun when he encountered a problem.
He had no idea where to find Leonard Mitchell and the grandpa parasitized in his body!
Saint Samuel Cathedral? There's a high chance that Leonard is underground, but I have no way of entering … He only goes to the cathedral to pray once or twice a week, and the time isn't fixed. It's impossible for me to go there three times a day, seven days a week, just to meet him once? What kind of plot is this? Could it be the so-called waiting by the tree stump? Even if I really do that, it might not be effective. As a Red Glove, he might very well have already left Baekeland … As Klein lampooned, he deeply regretted that he had placed too much emphasis on his words. He was too focused on hoodwinking Leonard Mitchell that he had forgotten to ask how to contact him.
Back then, I should've told Leonard, "I'll inform Klein Moretti of my identity being exposed. If he has anything to say, I'll convey it on his behalf." That way, we can set up a private method of contact … Klein slowly exhaled and could only use his last resort.
That was to ask the Magic Mirror!
After drawing the symbol that was a combination of "Prying" and "Concealment" on the paper, Klein turned his gaze to the full-body mirror. He saw that the aqueous light was rippling as white Rouen words appeared one after another.
"Great and Exalted Master, your puny, humble, and terrified servant, Arrodes, has come to answer your summons.
"Before I answer the question, let me say:
"I was wrong! I was wrong! "
Klein raised his eyebrows.
"Why did you suddenly admit your mistake?"
On the surface of the mirror, the pale Rouen text wriggled and changed into a new one.
"In short, I was wrong …"
After a series of ellipses, the pale words trembled as they took shape.
"Recently, recently, many people have been asking about your situation. They know about your current identity …"
So, the image of Dawn Dantès being a flirtatious man who could accept anything as long as he was beautiful has already spread. Even Miss Justice knows about it? Thankfully, the explanation I used is a public avatar. More than one Blessed is playing the role of Dawn Dantès, so having a wide range of hobbies is completely explainable … Heh, look, I made the mirror pale in fright … Klein came to a realization as he chuckled inwardly.
"It's your turn to ask."
On the full-body mirror, the words were still pale, forming a new sentence:
"Do you forgive me?
"No, I mean, are you willing to see my subsequent performance?"
"This attitude …" Klein clicked his tongue in his heart, but on the surface, he said solemnly,
"Then work hard."
"Yes, great master!" On the surface of the mirror, the pale words glowed with silver light. "Did you summon me here because you have a question to test me?"
Klein nodded.
"Yes.
"Where will Leonard Mitchell be staying for the next few days?"
The silver-white traces twisted and formed new words:
"7 Pinster Street."
Under the words, the aqueous light on the mirror rippled, forming an image.
It was a terraced house with unit number 7. It was a black-haired, green-eyed youth who was fishing for his key.
It's still the same place. It hasn't changed at all … If I were to visit Leonard directly, it would ruin his image of Dwayne Dantès in his mind and lower my standards … Let Emlyn White go? Anyway, my dear poet should've already found out that this vampire has ties with Sherlock Moriarty, who is also Klein Moretti … The problem now is that it's hard to determine that grandpa's stance … Without being able to determine "His" true motives, giving "Him" a huge gift in his present state might not be appropriate. It might bring great danger to Leonard … As it doesn't involve me, divining above the gray fog might not be effective … As it doesn't involve me, I might not receive any effective revelations … Klein's mind stirred as he thought of changing his plans.
Compared to directly informing the grandpa in Leonard of the Marauder demigod's existence, using Pallez Zoroast or Amon's name to warn the target and make him stay away from this street is a gentler way of dealing with problems that have lesser latent risks!
Of course, the premise is that I don't expose myself … Klein pondered for a few seconds before asking again,
"Where is the demigod beside Hazel Macht hiding?"
On the surface of the mirror, ripples of light spread out like waves as the scene changed.
On the thick carpet embroidered with gorgeous patterns, there was a small leather sofa. On the surface of the single sofa, there was a cushion covered with pure white fur. In the middle of the cushion, there was a gray mouse. Compared to its peers, its eyes were closer to a dark red.
Rat … That Marauder demigod has parasitized a rat's body? Furthermore, he's openly sleeping in Hazel's room and even got himself an expensive-looking cushion … Is it because I disrupted his plans that he has no choice but to become like this? Klein was first surprised before he felt like laughing.
The scene stabilized as a line of silver words appeared:
"Great Master, do you have any other instructions?"
Very sharp … Klein tersely acknowledged.
"Use the mirror in the room to warn that demigod.
"Tell him that there's a Marauder pathway angel who doesn't have any good intentions lingering around this street. Furthermore, Blasphemer Amon might come at any time."
"Alright, Master. I'll do it immediately!" The words on the mirror glowed.
…
In Hazel's bedroom, the gray rat's spiritual perception was triggered as it abruptly stood up and cast its gaze at the full-body mirror in the room.
On the surface of the full-body mirror, words that seemed to be written in blood that had yet to coagulate appeared:
"Stay away from this street!"
The gray rat's gaze froze for a second.
"Why?"
The words that seemed to be flowing with blood slowly dissolved and formed new words.
"There's a Marauder pathway angel in the surrounding area that's in urgent need of replenishment. The natural enemy of all High-Sequence Beyonders of this pathway, Blasphemer Amon, is on his way.
"I'm reminding you because I don't want them to benefit from it."
The gray rat squeaked twice and asked in a hoarse voice,
"Who are you?"
He was very annoyed at the moment. He was annoyed that the power he had accumulated was always wasted. Otherwise, he could have used astrology to confirm the situation.
At some point in time, the blood-dripping words on the full-body mirror that had darkened suddenly disappeared and reappeared, replaced with new content.
"I've answered one of your questions. According to the principle of reciprocity, it's my turn to ask a question."
Right on the heels of that, a new line of blood-red text appeared below:
"After you hastily parasitized a rat's body, you should've been affected by this body's structure and hormones. Now, the target that will make you feel the desire to mate is:
"Human female, human male, female rat, male rat, or all of them?
"Please answer."
At this moment, Hazel opened the door a crack, and for some reason, the gray rat inside didn't notice it.
The door opened a little more, and Hazel discovered that the demigod who claimed to live in legend was staring blankly at the mirror, as though he was intoxicated by his present appearance: a gray rat.
Uh … Hazel frowned slightly as she subconsciously paused in her actions of opening the door.
Then, she saw the gray rat tremble as its red eyes revealed a clear, ferocious glint.
"Don't joke with me!" the gray rat roared hoarsely.
He turned his head and was about to leave the room when invisible shackles suddenly bound his rat body!
He wasn't afraid of such power when he was in perfect condition, but now, his accumulated power had been expended time and time again. The most recent time was when he appeared in a dream of the Beyonder bodyguard hired by Dawn Dantès.
Pa!
A thick, silvery-white bolt of lightning descended out of nowhere and struck the gray rat's head.
Hazel's eyes first lit up, and she couldn't see anything else. Following that, she regained her vision and saw the gray rat with charred fur lying on the ground. Its four legs were twitching.
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