"I've already gone through a few checks, and I can be considered a relatively safe member …"
"And to be able to enter the club, I've already avoided the outermost security personnel … The prince wants to discuss secrets, so he didn't bring many people."
"The structure of the club, hmm, he wants to go to the Golden Crown Room? I can't sneak in there, but there seems to be a washroom below it … "
"I've recently learned a lot of useful techniques from that organization …"
"I can give it a try."
Kerry pretended to be drunk and went to find the washroom.
He walked into a single room with a toilet, closed the door, and took out a bottle of secret medicine.
"Using any exploration skills to peek into that room is courting death, and it's very likely that I'll be discovered …"
"I can only take a gamble now, betting that in such a safe environment, the prince won't be too cautious and use his spirituality to seal the space …"
"Now, let's see the effect of this bottle of Listener secret medicine."
Kerry uncorked the bottle and applied the liquid in the small metal bottle evenly on his right ear.
He felt a burning sensation, and his right ear quickly turned red and hot as if it had a fever … A breeze blew past, and the sound of air currents became extremely obvious.
His earlobe became fat, and his entire ear was expanding, showing a ratio that was completely out of proportion to his head.
"This bottle of secret medicine can greatly enhance my hearing … It's extremely unsafe to rashly spy on the top, but I'm only targeting myself …"
Kerry's expression became calm as he felt the consumption of his own spirituality.
The next moment, many noises continuously poured into his ears.
A few meters away, the sound of a mosquito flapping its wings was as ear-piercing as the roar of a steam engine.
The sound of rats climbing, the footsteps of pedestrians outside, the sound of running water …
There was also the sound of panting and banging in the women's washroom next door …
All kinds of sounds poured into Kerry's ears, making him feel like his head was about to explode.
He struggled to massage the blood vessels around his ears, and from the many sounds, he found the part that belonged to Prince Kerry.
Moreover, using spirituality and meditation techniques, he eliminated other disturbances and locked onto the source of the sound.
"Agreement … ceding Seric Island …"
"The interests of the Bauhinia …"
"The Xiting Empire …"
Some faint conversations were constantly caught by him, but unfortunately, the voices were too low, and he could only hear a few fragmented words.
'Damn it, who knows how many benefits the upper echelons of the kingdom have given up in order to drag those two kingdoms down with them …'
Kerry had only heard a little, but his mind had already filled in a lot of information.
A few minutes later, he heard some strange words.
'Damp Bone Forest' … 'Cursed Object' … 'Payment' …
"Damp Bone Forest? According to the ancient legends, the lion and the twin butterflies fought over it … It actually still exists. No, it has evolved into a 'cursed item'. How terrifying would that be? '
At this thought, a black fog seemed to appear in front of Chris.
Inside the black fog was a damp and gloomy forest. The forest was made up of white bones, and there were all kinds of skin, flesh, and organs hanging on the bone spikes …
"No way …"
He snapped back to reality and slapped himself hard. 'I've been in the bathroom for too long. Someone will notice something wrong …'
Even though it was a pity, Chris could only remove the effects of the secret medicine. He walked out of the cubicle, washed his hands on the sink, and returned to the private room he was in before.
"Chris, where did you go? We're leaving …"
One of his companions asked with a smile.
"I'm going to the bathroom …"
Chris let out an awkward smile.
"Haha … I understand, I'm a table destroyer after all … stomach discomfort is normal …"
A few of the seniors looked at each other, and suddenly burst out laughing.
But Chris could not laugh.
Ever since he eavesdropped on the conversation, he had some associations. In front of his eyes, the illusion of the white bone forest was faintly discernible. Some low murmurs constantly lingered in his ears, and it seemed to be getting louder and louder.
"Oh no … I seem to have heard something of a higher level that I shouldn't have heard … It's caused a little contamination …"
"Just hearing such a small thing, and it's already like this?"
Chris felt that he was slowly falling into the abyss, but the people around him did not notice at all.
He managed to deal with a few words, walked out of the club, and extravagantly hired a carriage.
When he sat in the carriage and closed the door, he could no longer hold on. On his forehead, beads of sweat rolled down.
"No … I have to … save myself …"
As the carriage moved, the hairs on the surface of Chris's hands became thick and stiff, as if he was about to transform into a savage or a gorilla.
"Contamination from a higher level can only be solved with a higher level …"
With his solid foundation in mysticism, Chris had already thought of a solution.
"Oh no … I can't pray to the master of the door … This existence rarely responds to believers, and according to the relationship between the church and the royal family, what I'm doing is a complete betrayal. Even if he hears it, it's already good enough that he doesn't punish me …"
"I'm too weak, so weak that I'll still get into trouble when I hear this … Prince Emel's status seems to be beyond my imagination … That ambassador … No, maybe they have other powers of protection …"
"Now, I also need to seek protection from other powers."
Chris's expression suddenly became firm, and he began to chant an honorific name in an extremely low voice:
"The great existence of the boundless mystery …"
"The Keeper of Truth!"
"The Master of Shen-soo!"
"I pray for your attention, pray for your blessing, pray for you to remove my abnormal state …"
…
This was the honorific name of a hidden existence obtained from the anti-war organization.
The other party claimed that when in danger, they could try to pray and seek help.
Chris had never taken it seriously.
After all, he knew how terrifying it was to pray to such a hidden existence.
No normal person would do that unless they were in a life and death crisis.
But the situation now was different!
A few minutes later, he felt like he would become a monster.
"The hidden existence might not have a 100% recovery rate, I can only hope that my luck is good enough."
While Chris was thinking, an illusory door of light suddenly appeared in front of him.
The formless light shone down and scattered on his body.
The black hair on the surface of his body quickly turned into wisps of black gas and disappeared, and wisps of light continuously seeped into his body.
When everything disappeared, Chris had already returned to normal.
"Praise the Lord!"
He strictly followed the ritual and ended the prayer, and even considered himself as the other party's believer, because he could no longer escape the clutches of the devil!
At the same time, Chris rubbed his eyebrows. "I've forgotten the last part of what I heard. I clearly remember this part, but the content is blurred. Is it because my Lord's power sealed this part of my memory? Is it because its mere existence could bring me danger?"
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