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Chapter 185: Spiritual World
Translator: AtlasStudios Editor: AtlasStudios
Waiting for cake? That really wasn't an answer that I was expecting… Of course, if I was able to anticipate the answer of a mental patient, wouldn't that mean that I was almost there myself… The thought flashed through Klein's mind. He maintained his relaxed smile as if he was chatting with a friend.
"Who's going to send you a cake?"
Hood Eugen's expression fell instantly, his face long and depressed.
"No, there's no cake… There's no cake!
"You stole my cake!"
His voice suddenly became shrill as he glared angrily at Klein.
Without waiting for Klein to speak, he let out a shout and opened his mouth, revealing two rows of white teeth.
Following which, he leaped from his mattress while salivating. He closed in on Klein with one step and extended his hands, attempting to grab onto Klein's shoulders. He wanted to drag Klein towards him and bite him.
Despite the sudden attack, Klein reacted quickly despite appearing a little flustered. He instantly bent his knee and squatted. At the same time, he tilted his body to the side and raised his left arm.
Oof!
His shoulder slammed into Hood Eugen's abdomen, causing Hood's eyes to turn white and drool to drip from his mouth.
But Hood Eugen didn't stop moving. He allowed the momentum to carry him down as he opened his arms in an attempt to pull Klein into a bear hug.
Klein tilted his body to the side and rolled over, his movements were smooth as though he had practiced them hundreds of times.
He pushed against the ground with his right hand and stood up with a somersault. He decided to go on the offensive and charged forward to restrain his opponent.
But at that moment, Hood Eugen only stood there blankly, his eyes losing focus, becoming vacant and lost.
Klein froze for a moment. He turned his head towards the corner of the room, only to see Dunn Smith, wearing a black windbreaker and matching hat, with his hands clasped tightly together and looking down.
The Captain has dragged Hood Eugen into a dream… Upon realizing this, he stopped his subsequent attack and took the opportunity to take out the silver ritual dagger that couldn't harm anyone. He used it to create a wall of spirituality which sealed the ward.
Klein then took out three candles infused with mint and placed them on the window in a triangular formation. One candle signified the Evernight Goddess, another the Mother of the Secrets, and the last represented himself.
Soon after, he set up a simple altar and used his spirituality to ignite the candles.
Just as he was about to warn the Captain, Dunn raised his head and smiled.
"Hood Eugen's dreams are a sea of chaos. There's no way to guide it."
Just as he finished his sentence, a luster returned to Hood Eugen's eyes. It was no longer vacant.
Then, the insane Psychiatrist moved his waist, letting out a comfortable yawn.
Klein was momentarily at a loss, so he remained quiet. He picked up a metal bottle containing the Amantha extract.
He dripped the transparent liquid extracted from the night vanilla, Slumber flower, and chamomile into the flames of the candle representing himself, allowing the serene aroma to spread around the room.
Hood Eugen's nervousness, anger, and relief completely vanished. He languidly sat down again on the edge of his bed and looked out at the crimson moon outside the window in a daze. His eyes once again lost their focus as peace was restored.
Klein also felt the peace that came with the night. He set the Amantha extract down and sat beside Hood Eugen. He wanted to find something to break down Hood's last line of defense.
Only with the removal of the last line of defense could he use the Eye of the Spirit medication to make Hood Eugen's soul slip into a turbid state.
After all, I'm not a professional Spirit Medium… He had already thought of an idea before coming. He fished out a set of tarot cards from his pocket.
This set of cards only had the twenty-two Major Arcana, so it was easy to carry around. It was a "weapon" that Klein had successfully applied for.
Each of the cards was lined with metal threads made from pure silver, each of them was able to kill undead beings. Their patterns were complicated and gorgeous, making Klein feel like they were a collector's item and not used against enemies.
Klein cut the deck with one hand and smiled at Hood Eugen.
"Let's play some card games."
"Cards?" Hood Eugen retracted his gaze from outside the window as he repeated the term in a daze.
Klein didn't answer, placing the deck of tarot cards into Hood's palm with a sincerity that could not be rejected.
Hood Eugen mimicked Klein's actions, trying his hardest to cut the deck with one hand to some success.
The attention of the mental patient was slowly drawn to the hard yet flexible, beautifully textured cards in his hand. He flipped over the first card:
It was the picture of a man in tattered clothes with his hands tied. He was hanging by his leg with a faint halo at his head.
The Hanged Man… Klein nodded in thought. He took the opportunity to grab the Eye of the Spirit medicine, dripping the amber liquid onto the candle flame—still the one representing himself.
An alcoholic fragrance spread forth, inducing an intoxicated feeling to anyone who took a whiff of it.
Hood Eugen spaced out bit by bit, his vision losing its focus. The deck of tarot cards in his hand fell onto the bed.
But he remained sitting upright, without slumping over.
Klein used Cogitation to fight back against the medicine's dreamy effects of turning light-headed and ethereal. He took out another metal bottle from his pocket and twisted the cap open before pouring the blue liquid into his mouth.
Sedative Agent!
The ice-cold liquid flowed through his throat, down his gullet, and into his stomach. Klein instantly felt unusually awake, without any sense of drowsiness.
He slowly exhaled, then familiarly took out the other essential oil extracts and herb powders, dripping them onto the two candles signifying the Evernight Goddess.
In the faint fog, he took two steps back and solemnly murmured in Hermes, "I pray for the power of the dark night.
"I pray for the power of the mystery.
"I pray for the Goddess's loving grace.
"I pray that you would allow me to communicate with the spirituality of the Beyonder beside me, Hood Eugen."
…
The incantations reverberated around the room, and Klein saw the flames of the candle, now dyed black, spread outward.
He didn't avoid them, nor did he guard against them. He allowed the dark "night" to envelop him.
In this unusually lucid state, he felt his spirit leave the protection of his body and enter a space akin to deep space. All around him was boundless, silent darkness. The sky above him was filled with countless indescribable, transparent figures. There were also streaks of different colors, lustrous splendors that harbored infinite knowledge.
The spiritual world… Klein was no longer a stranger to this.
Just as he had this thought, a foggy world appeared before him. It was a world enveloped by a faint tornado of light.
Klein knew that it represented Hood Eugen's spirit that represented his Body of Heart and Mind. Thus, he leaned over, digging into the wall that was the tornado.
In an instant, he saw countless specks of light pelting him. He heard the voices of thousands of people discussing something in whispers.
These murmurings were very chaotic and lacked any sense of logic. Some included praises for the elegance of some lady, then it turned into a description of the feeling of relief after using the toilet. Some started as a weep, then turned into frenzied joy…
The insane thoughts latched on and gnawed at Klein's spirit in a bid to assimilate him. But Klein maintained his lucidity and rationality, quickly flying towards Hood Eugen's spiritual world.
This is like a pleasant concert compared to the horrifying murmurings and howls I hear when entering the world above the gray fog… Klein smiled secretly and made his way through the tornado. He saw a groggy, translucent Hood Eugen.
This Sequence 7 Psychiatrist maintained the same state as he was in the outside world. He looked over with a dazed expression.
Klein stopped before him and asked softly, "Do you know Lanevus?"
Hood Eugen replied blankly, "Yes."
The light around them underwent a transformation as if Hood Eugen was revealing his "spiritual sea."
Quickly, the intertwining light revealed a bespectacled average-looking man who wore a sarcastic smile. It was the same Lanevus whom Klein had seen in the arrest warrants.
Klein nodded in satisfaction and collected himself. He asked a guided question, "Why did Lanevus look for you?"
"He said…" Hood Eugen's voice slowly turned soft.
Suddenly, he changed into a more charismatic voice and laughed a little maniacally.
"Hood Eugen, this is the worst era, but also the best era. As long as you seize the opportunity, we can become the rulers of this world, we can become true immortals!
"As long as you're willing to help, I'll not only tell you the way to master your potion and avoid losing control, I'll also promise that you'll receive godhood qualities in the future—immortal godhood qualities!
"You should be able to see the presence behind me. My promise is 'His' promise. In some sense, the Psychology Alchemists are connected to 'Him.'
"Do not doubt. The Psychology Alchemists aren't strong enough at the moment. It is unable to provide you with enough help unless you're willing to stay at this level for the rest of your life."
The method to grasp your potion without losing control… Why does this sound like how I entice others with the "acting method"… Lanevus sure has lofty ambitions. He's only a Sequence 8, yet he's already talking about manipulating godhood qualities… Just what hidden presence is backing him… This guy seems to be plotting something, which isn't solely just to cheat people out of their money… Or could running scams just be his hobby? Klein had many thoughts as he listened on. When Hood Eugen stopped talking, he quickly pressed on, "What kind of assistance did Lanevus want you to provide?"
Hood Eugen didn't answer immediately, his spiritual world turned silent.
He then broke out into laughter. He replied erratically, "Help… Help… Help!
"Hahaha, I provided help! I provided help!
"I made…"
His words came to an abrupt halt as his blurry soul contorted. The light and darkness of the surroundings which represented the spiritual sea quickly turned incorporeal, forming a sinister, scary, dark altar.
On top of the altar was a cross. There seemed to be something hanging on the cross, as well as things that appeared indiscernible piled at the bottom.
The light and darkness alternated, and as the hanging item was about to become clearer, the entire spiritual world shook, as if it was experiencing a magnitude ten earthquake.
Holy shit! Klein had a premonition that something dangerous was about to happen. Without thinking, he turned and flew towards the chaotic tornado of thoughts in an attempt to escape.
Chapter 186: The Handsome Captain
Translator: AtlasStudios Editor: AtlasStudios
Countless rays of brilliance drowned Klein as ravings of a million people filled his ears. However, Klein thought nothing of it. His abilities as a Clown told him that his spirit was being engulfed by a black shadow that was rapidly expanding.
The black shadow was a huge cross, and there seemed to be a person hanging upside down on it!
Kacha!
The chaotic tornado of thoughts unleashed its load outwards and turned uniform. Slowly, Hood Eugen's spiritual world disintegrated.
Klein noticed that he had exceeded his fastest flying speed from his previous trial; his soul had become significantly stronger after he briefly mixed with some of the strength from the mysterious space above the gray fog.
Just as the cross's shadow was about to engulf him entirely, he dashed out of the blurry "world" and felt his body.
He familiarly stimulated a descent, and Hood Eugen's long skinny face and messy blond hair instantly appeared in his vision, along with the three candles that were burning at the window ledge.
He had managed to get out of the mediumship state in time!
In that instant, he saw black scales growing one after another on Hood Eugen's face. His vacant pupils turned into slits, becoming extremely cool and ruthless.
Oh shit! He's going to lose control! Klein's pupils constricted, and before he could react, he saw a figure in a knee-length black windbreaker and silk top hat take two huge strides before Hood Eugen. He then raised the revolver and pushed it against the man's head.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dunn Smith fired five bullets consecutively. Hood Eugen's head suddenly blew up like a watermelon falling down from a high height. The red and white rainstorm splattered across each and every corner of the room.
He had taken care of Hood Eugen before he lost control completely!
Klein, who was fifty centimeters away, was covered in blood and dirt. He looked at Dunn Smith in a daze, only having the feeling that the Captain was very handsome at that moment.
As long as you ignore his memory problems, the Captain is very trustworthy… He complimented sincerely from the bottom of his heart.
"Did an accident happen?" Dunn put away his revolver and watched Hood Eugen's mostly headless body slowly fall to the floor.
Just as Klein was about to organize his words, he saw that the body had become a pile of bloody flesh within a few seconds and the asylum uniform that covered it appeared to have its most basic structure damaged.
Hood Eugen's corpse was left with very few complete items. There were dozens of scales twinkling with a black shimmer, and his heart that had turned crystalline and faint blue.
The heart had a magical luster, like a diamond refracting incoming light.
It could calm someone down or make them restless. It could create tension or develop chaos. But other than that, there was nothing notable.
"This item should be controllable." After Dunn holstered his revolver, he took out a black glove and wore it on his right hand. He then squatted down to pick up the crystalline heart.
A controllable item… According to what the Captain previously mentioned, it could be used as the main ingredient for the formula of a Sequence 7 Psychiatrist… But, would it lead to the advanced Beyonder losing control even more easily? Klein took out his handkerchief to wipe the blood from his face and body. He then picked up his specially made tarot cards and cleaned their surfaces.
He looked at the ground and asked curiously, "What kind of items would these black scales be considered as?"
"These are ingredients that are contaminated with Beyonder power. They could be made into items that have long-lasting effects. For example, our demon hunting bullets' ability to injure dead spirits or monsters would decrease drastically as soon as they pass the three months mark, leaving only a tiny portion of demon-hunting characteristics in the remnant materials. If the materials used were something like the black scales, the effective period would be as long as a year or two, and the effects would be even better. Of course, due to their characteristics, the black scales are obviously not suitable to be made into demon hunting bullets," Dunn explained as he took a piece of paper from Klein to wrap the blue heart and black scales.
"It's just like the materials we use as supplementary ingredients for the potions?" Klein asked.
Dunn stood back up and nodded slightly.
"Yes."
Someone who loses control will really become a monster… Klein sighed. He seized the opportunity while the room was still sealed with a wall of spirituality and quickly described his encounter in Eugen's mind.
"When I was communicating with Hood Eugen's spirit, I saw a figure like the True Creator in his mind. But it was different from the mainstream ones. It wasn't the chain-bound Hanged Giant, nor was it the Eye behind the Shadow Curtains. Instead, it was similar to the one you saw in Hanass Vincent's dream."
Hanass Vincent was a member of the Aurora Order. As Melissa's friend, Selene, had peeked at his incantations and completed the magic mirror divination, it led to the Nighthawks' investigation of him.
Dunn Smith saw something close to the True Creator in his dream, but it was a different image than the mainstream image that was widely circulated. In the end, the result was an injury and a strange death.
When Hood Eugen flipped over the tarot card of The Hanged Man, Klein had actually already expected it. But he never thought it would be presented in such a way. Of course, it was only indirect contact. It wouldn't be comparable to the time he had spied on the Eternal Blazing Sun directly. The worst outcome was just mild injury or mild corruption.
As he listened to Klein's description, Dunn's expression became solemn.
He knitted his eyebrows and said with a deep voice, "A huge cross, black nails, a naked man covered in blood hanging upside down?"
"I didn't see it clearly. That's also the reason why I'm not injured. I only noticed a huge cross and figure similar to a man being hung upside down," Klein replied tactfully.
At that moment, all he cared about was "fleeing"…
Seemingly in thought, Dunn nodded and said, "Lanevus's visit to Hood Eugen was related to the True Creator? So the Aurora Order is involved?"
Klein quickly repeated the conversation he'd had during the communication.
"Lanevus tempted Hood Eugen with the 'acting method,' and a so-called immortal godhood. But I don't understand why he said that it was the worst of times, and also the best of times. Perhaps it was just the way he speaks as a Swindler?
"… The help Hood Eugen provided involved a sinister and dark altar… I suspect that Lanevus is plotting something terrifying…"
Then, his heart stirred as he spoke.
"Captain, do you remember the letter written to Mr. Z? The letter that the member from the Aurora Order whom I killed carried!
"He mentioned in the letter that he was waiting for an appropriate opportunity, something about the arrival of the end of days, he will offer all the lambs in Tingen to his so-called God. Would this be related to Lanevus's plot?
"Could Lanevus be the Mr. Z from the Aurora Order?"
Dunn Smith thought carefully and said, "I don't think so. Lanevus couldn't be Mr. Z. Otherwise, he wouldn't be setting up a fake steelworks company to scam people while the Aurora Order was up to something. It would introduce too many variables in his main mission. If anything went wrong with the scam, he would draw the attention of the police and us. He would have to run away from Tingen and abandon his plan.
"Of course, if he was just insane, it would be perfectly normal for him to act illogically.
"But judging from the scam he set up, the calmness and cunningness with which he swept away the money doesn't make him look like a real lunatic.
"So, I don't think he's Mr. Z from the Aurora Order. Of course, he might really be involved in the matter as mentioned in the letter. The one offering all the lambs in Tingen to the so-called God."
Upon saying that, Dunn paused, then paced back and forth as he said, "This incident might have quite severe repercussions. We have to reinvestigate Lanevus and get some clues. Hmm, let's clean up the scene and cover up any evidence here. Let everyone know that Hood Eugen died but leave no clue as to who killed him. This should lead to action by the Psychology Alchemists or other Beyonders that are paying attention to the asylum. They might know something.
"The Lanevus scam is either still in the hands of the police department or transferred to the Mandated Punishers. We'll join the investigations by saying that we obtained clues while investigating the Aurora Order. Then, we'll work together with the Mandated Punishers and the Machinery Hivemind. We'll concentrate the forces in Tingen and investigate everything and anyone associated with Lanevus. We can request assistance from Backlund diocese and the Holy Cathedral if it's necessary!"
After that, Dunn turned his head sideways to look at Klein. He ruminated and said, "Do you have anything that you'd like to add?"
Captain, you basically said it all… Klein shook his head solemnly. "No!"
He hurriedly used ritualistic magic to remove some of the necessary traces with the aid of the simple altar that he had yet to clear in order to ensure that no one would be able to tell that they were the ones who killed Hood Eugen.
Then, he put away his ingredients, blew out the candles, removed the wall of spirituality, and left the ward in silence with Dunn Smith. They left the asylum by climbing over its walls.
"Go back and rest." Dunn stood at a corner without a street lamp. He pressed his black silk hat and said, "there are many things that can only be done tomorrow."
"Alright." Klein wasn't a Sleepless who only slept two to three hours a day. He immediately bade farewell to the Captain and took the Nighthawks' dedicated carriage that was waiting nearby and returned to Daffodil Street.
Before he entered the carriage, he turned back to take a glance. He saw the Captain still standing in the dark which even the moonlight couldn't touch. He appeared to be thinking in silence.
The streets were quiet and void of people before dawn. The carriage tore through the streets, sometimes going straight, sometimes taking turns.
Klein was pondering about Lanevus when suddenly, he felt as if he was in a trance.
He saw that the color before his eyes become saturated. The reds became redder and the blacks became blacker, just like an impressionist's oil painting.
The surroundings slowed down, and the carriage seemed to enter a strange world.
Klein grabbed his Flaring Sun Charm and drew his revolver.
Just then, a huge, white, bony palm extended through the carriage window and threw in a neatly folded letter.
Then, the palm pulled back and vanished. The oil painting-like scene suddenly returned to normal while the carriage was still driving along the street steadily.
… It's a really well-hidden method… Klein looked at the letter, by the side of his foot, as the corner of his lips twitched.
Chapter 187: Azik's Warning
Translator: AtlasStudios Editor: AtlasStudios
The actions of the messenger shocked Klein for a full five seconds before he recovered. He bent over and picked up the letter.
"Even if Mr. Azik is unable to use a good portion of his abilities as a Beyonder, because of his memory loss, being able to send out such a messenger should make him powerful enough to deal with a Sequence 7 or 6 Beyonder." His heart reflected his shocked and envious expression. He didn't unfold the letter immediately. Instead, he placed the letter into his pocket, together with the Slumber Charms.
The carriage continued forward. When Klein exited the carriage at Daffodil Street, he instinctively looked at the driver, Cesare, only to see his relaxed smile, as if he hadn't noticed anything unusual that had happened.
Klein nodded and returned home after observing Cesare with his Spirit Vision.
He looked at the balcony and pipes on the second floor and pondered for a few seconds. He decided to maintain his gentlemanly behavior and not attempt to scale the pipe back into his room. As for his stained clothes, he would take them to the Blackthorn Security Company tomorrow and get a professional to wash them through the police department. That would prevent his clothes from shocking his maid Bella and his sister Melissa.
Klein had removed the reverse lock on the front door before he leaped out the window from the second floor. Now, he took advantage of the fact that it was late at night and quietly opened the door to his house, deftly making his way in.
After closing and locking the main door, he heaved a sigh of relief. He went up to the second floor with hushed footsteps.
Stopping before his locked bedroom, Klein took out a tarot card calmly. He inserted it into the slit of the door and lightly pulled, easily breaking the specialized lock he designed himself.
He then entered the room, locked the door, and removed his clothes, before he fully relaxed.
It sure feels like being a thief… Klein laughed as he shook his head. He calmly took out his revolver and placed it under the pillow.
After he was finished with all of that, he lit up the gas lamp and sat in front of his desk. He took out the letter and began reading seriously.
"I'm sorry for replying only now. I've been busy searching for traces of my past. I've also been meeting up with former teachers and students and those drag on late into the night.
"I finally understand the encounters that I've had over the past two days after reading your letter. The police searched every room in the hotel that I'm staying at. There was a person who secretly snooped around in the hotel at night. Yes, I'm talking about a person with Beyonder powers.
"… So Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos, who's a frequent character in novels and newspapers, has infiltrated Backlund and has gone on quite a killing spree. I remember that he's not only wanted by the Loen Kingdom, he's also on the bounty list of the Feysac Empire, the Intis Republic, the Feynapotter Kingdom…"
So, how much is the bounty? Klein subconsciously wondered.
He didn't get an answer because Azik had switched to mentioning something else.
"I find the abilities of a Shepherd that you described quite familiar, it's as if I've seen it somewhere, but I cannot remember where. It must be an encounter from one of my past lives. Not being able to recall it makes me very frustrated."
Eh, Mr. Azik is a little interested in the Shepherd. I can use this to get him to help me. Yes, this sure is coincidental… No, this is not a coincidence, but inevitable!
It can be inferred that Mr. Azik has lived for over a thousand years and is most likely a High-Sequence Beyonder. Then, he would most likely have encountered the powers of many different Beyonders in his earlier lives. He would also have deeper impressions of those that were more unique… In other words, it isn't only the Shepherd that would give him feelings of familiarity, but jobs such as the Unshadowed, Demon Hunter, or Guardian that would do so as well…
It's highly likely that Mr. Azik would find any mystical item that corresponds to a particular Sequence's abilities familiar and have his interest piqued. That's something that can be imagined…
Klein was doubtful at first before being enlightened. He was a lot more certain as a result.
He shifted his gaze and continued to read the letter.
"I've long recalled some parts of the sacrificial ritual you asked about, probably because I have a deeper impression of them. Perhaps I was a priest in my one of my more recent lifetimes.
"I have to remind you and warn you, that you have to be very cautious when using sacrificial rituals. You cannot entrust your safety to evil gods or hidden, mysterious existences. They do not have consciences like we do.
"Also, you have to possess a strong sense of right and wrong, for the evil gods and devils often create seemingly harmless identities for themselves. My opinion is that you cannot sacrifice something whose presence you are not fully aware of; otherwise, your soul could end up being the sacrificial item."
In simple terms, evil gods and devils will take on another form, disguising themselves as someone trustworthy… Just like on the Internet, an account that claims to be a seemingly adorable chick might be controlled by a huge bloke… He had to be cautious even if they were to meet offline after confirming the person's looks, as the person might just be cross-dresser… Klein didn't disregard Azik's warning just because he was conducting the sacrificial ritual for himself. He nodded in approval.
After Azik emphasized a few things he had to look out for, he quickly explained the sacrificial ritual he knew of.
"First, set up the ritual. Choose the symbols based on which deity or unorthodox mysterious existence you are going to offer a sacrifice to. Use the corresponding herbs and minerals of 'His' or 'Her' domain. Of course, you can also make them into holy oils, ointments, scents, and other items in advance."
Symbols? Klein froze for a moment. He realized that he—The Fool that didn't belong to this era—didn't know what his corresponding symbol was…
He thought for a moment, quickly recalling the complex symbol on the back of his chair at the ancient bronze table. It was made up of a Pupil-less Eye which represented secrecy, and the partial contorted lines which represented change.
That should be my symbol, or more accurately, that is what symbolizes me in the world above the gray fog. My domain is much simpler then—secrecy, change, good luck… But I cannot be too sure of that, so I'll have to try it out… Even if the symbol is wrong, as long as I get my honorary name right, the target of the sacrifice wouldn't point towards some other entity. The worst thing that could happen is that the ritual would fail. Of that, I'm certain… Klein thought as he rubbed the surface of the paper as he formulated a plan in his heart.
His eyes focused on the letter once again, reading the rest of the letter.
"Second, you need to be clear if the sacrifice needs to happen at a specific time. Then, follow the processes of a normal ritual, until you finish reciting the honorable names and incantations of the ritual.
"You must remember to use either Jotun, Dragonese, Elvish, or ancient Hermes. You must use the natural powers in these languages to establish a direct connection with the corresponding entity. You can design the exact incantations to use, but it must include these critical terms: 'pray,' 'notice,' 'offer,' 'kingdom,' 'gates,' and 'open.'
"Finally, you must use materials that have a certain spirituality quality to create a connection with the natural powers of the incantation. This will allow you to construct a tunnel that connects to the gates of the kingdom where the corresponding entity resides. If the entity is interested, then your sacrifice is complete.
"This step isn't absolutely necessary. If you can make the corresponding entity very interested in your sacrifice, then 'He' will open the gates to 'His' kingdom for you after you finish reciting the incantations, establishing a stable tunnel on 'His' own accord. Of course, this would often imply danger as the orthodox result as relatively friendly hidden gods rarely do this. Only evil gods or devils would reply to you directly in order to achieve their goals."
Materials that have spirituality are not cheap… I wonder if merely reciting the incantations would allow me to open a sacrificial tunnel similar to the Door of Summoning? I wonder if I could make use of the abilities of the world above the gray fog… Yes, I'll try that first and only get the materials with spirituality from the underground market if I fail. Do I need Beyonder ingredients? It should be fine if it possesses a certain amount of spirituality, right? Klein thought about the 300 pounds lying around in his anonymous account. He also thought about the 10 plus pounds of savings that he had saved up.
Beyonder materials were not completely identical to materials that possessed spirituality. For example, the heart that Hood Eugen left behind was a Beyonder ingredient while the black scales were a material possessing certain amounts of spirituality.
After he finished reading Mr. Azik's letter, Klein rubbed his fingers together and ignited a flame of spirituality. He burned the paper to ash and threw it into the rubbish bin.
It was already deep into the night and Klein was in no hurry to try the ritual. He intended to first make a plan and go through everything that he needed to take note of before putting it into practice.
He had a vague understanding of his shortcomings long ago. He was cautious and rational when it came to things he made plans for, but once the events deviated from his original plans, he would easily consider only the good and disregard the bad when he was forced to be on his toes.
A simpler description would be that a rash action of his would easily cause him to court death… Klein extended his palm to cover his face.
The next day, Dunn Smith, who had communicated with the Mandated Punishers and Machinery Hivemind, started to assign missions. Klein also received his assignment. He was tasked to investigate a number of people who had connections to Lanevus. But because of his suggestion and the policy of the Nighthawks, he didn't have to be responsible for the people he had met previously.
Of course, Klein continued with his combat lessons in the afternoon. Nor did Dunn assign him the role of lead investigator.
…
Backlund, Hillston Backlund. In a building with a horse stable and garden.
Qilangos, who had a unique wide chin and dark green eyes, looked at the unconscious man before him. He took off the man's clothes and wore them.
He then leisurely walked in front of the dressing mirror and saw the black glove on his left hand twitch. He saw many contorted lines appearing on its back.
A few seconds later, Qilangos saw a thin veil of light envelop his figure. His muscles, skin, and bones began undergoing a strange transformation.
Sometime later, he transformed into the unconscious man, completely identical in height, appearance, and demeanor!
Chapter 188: Ball
Translator: AtlasStudios Editor: AtlasStudios
Sharp nose, thin eyebrows, slightly droopy cheeks, faint blue eyes… Qilangos examined himself in the mirror. He was certain that he looked no different from the unconscious man.
After he rehearsed a few of the man's gestures, he bent down to drag the man off the ground and shoved him into a wardrobe.
Then, he extended his right hand. With an audible snap, he broke the man's neck.
Qilangos took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands before closing the wardrobe door.
He slowly walked back to the mirror, wore a black double-breasted suit, tied a bowtie, and raised a bottle of amber-colored cologne. He dripped a few drops on his wrist, then dabbed them over himself.
Qilangos tidied his hair in front of the mirror, then walked out of the room. He clasped his hands and told his butler who was waiting outside, "Don't let anyone enter my room; I'm keeping something very important in there."
"Yes, Baron!" The balding butler pressed his hand against his chest and bowed. "Your carriage and personal servant is waiting downstairs. Duke Negan's invitation card is there as well."
Maintaining the baron's mannerisms, Qilangos nodded indiscernibly. He walked towards the stairs in an arrogant manner under the company of his butler.
Heh, a baron who is riddled in debt, to the point of not wanting to hire a normal security guard, has actually maintained his hiring of a butler, personal male servant, two attendants, two first-grade maidservants, four second-grade maidservants, two laundry female workers, one carriage driver, one stablemaster, one gardener, one chef, and one sous chef. To these foolish nobles, dignity really is everything… I even had to waste some of my time to learn the strange pronunciations and so-called "noble slang"… Qilangos thought to himself in disdain.
…
Backlund, Cherwood Backlund. In a particular cramped apartment.
Xio Derecha sat cross-legged on a bed and looked at Fors Wall who was reading a novel with the light from the window.
"This is so disappointing. Qilangos didn't leave any clues behind. We still haven't figured out what he's trying to do in Backlund."
They had acted according to their initial plan and lodged a police report. Then, they secretly sent a letter to the local police station and described the strange situation at the crime scene in detail. They also mentioned that the suspect could be Qilangos.
The police station responded as they had predicted. The policemen were very careful, and they transferred the case directly to the Mandated Punishers.
After a day's time, the news that Rear Admiral Hurricane had sneaked into Backlund was widely spread among all "enforcement teams." Xio and Fors also left the place they originally rented and hid to investigate in secret.
They didn't want to be brought back to the police station to help with the official investigation. The Mandated Punishers, Nighthawks, and Machinery Hivemind were all hostile towards non-official Beyonders. The Churches viewed them as potential criminals.
Hence, not only were Xio and Fors avoiding the possibility of Qilangos's pursuit, but they were also hiding from the "enforcement" authorities.
"If we could discover his purpose so easily, Qilangos would've been buried in a cemetery long ago, and the tombstone would be covered in weeds," Fors replied casually. "We need to wait patiently. As long as the authorities continue to take this much interest in him, Qilangos will definitely make a mistake. I've got to say, I'm quite envious of a mystical item that can allow one to change appearances."
Xio hugged her knees and looked out the window.
"I'm just worried that Qilangos will take action soon and then flee from Backlund before anyone can respond.
"If that happens, I don't know when I'll be able to advance to Sequence 8, let alone Sequence 6 or Sequence 5…"
She paused and muttered as her mind spaced out, "I don't know when I'll be able to take back the things that belonged to our family… It's been almost a year since I last saw my younger brother…"
Fors gave her a comforting smile.
"When you fulfill your wishes, please allow me to write your experiences into a story. It would definitely be an interesting and exciting one."
"Hmm, I actually find Miss Audrey very generous. Even if Qilangos escapes, I think she'll still reward us handsomely. We've been busying ourselves for so long after all, and we've even caused Qilangos to appear."
"I hope so… Sigh, why can't I have any fortuitous encounters?" Xio grabbed her shoulder-length blonde hair.
Fors frowned and said, "In the Beyonder world, fortuitous encounters are usually accompanied with danger. I have yet to figure out what the ravings we hear during the full moon mean, or if they will result in negative changes. Heh heh, fortuitous encounters without dangers may exist, but they are very, very rare. It's difficult for your wish to be fulfilled, unless… unless we receive the favors from an orthodox deity or the attention of some friendly hidden existence. However, it would be hard for us to tell if it was really an evil god or devil in disguise."
Xio sat straight and drew a crimson moon on her chest.
"May the Goddess watch over me!"
…
Duke Negan was in his mansion located in Backlund, Empress Borough, where he was hosting a grand ball.
There were two parts of the mansion. One was the dancing hall located on the ground floor, which was covered with glamorous stone slabs carved with complicated patterns. There was the duke's excellent ensemble playing music in a corner. Up the stairs, there was a winding corridor that circled the hall located on the second floor. The guests were holding their glasses, leaning against the railing, overlooking the people dancing on the ground floor as though they were enjoying a fencing match from the stands. Occasionally, a gentleman would walk before a lady or his wife to invite them to dance. If the invitation was accepted, both of them would walk down the stairs hand in hand and enter the hall.
On the far side of the corridor, there were doors after doors. They were rooms that had been allocated to the guests as their resting quarters.
But behind a French door was a corridor, and on both sides of the corridor were various gypsum statues. They were all the ancestors of the Negan family.
At the end of the corridor was another hall which could see the ball. Long tables were covered with a variety of delicious food and fine wine, and another ensemble belonging to the duke was playing relaxing melodies for the guests.
In the hall, the guests were gathering in groups. Some were seated and some stood around, chatting about all kinds of matters. Those who wished to get away from the frivolities for a while would go to the attached balconies to overlook the garden and enjoy the crimson moon in the sky.
After participating in the opening dance, Audrey Hall stood on the second floor above the dancing hall and stared at the candles on the huge crystal chandeliers hanging from the rooftop in a daze. However, she noticed that many young men were appearing to pump themselves up to come over and invite her for a dance. So, she wisely left the place and went to the corridor that connected to the dining hall.
How boring, but my attendance is necessary… Sigh, can't they just let me observe in silence? I have to say, some people have rich facial expressions when they dance. They remind me of animals seeking mates… Audrey lowered her head, looked at the tips of her feet, and walked in a straight line out of boredom.
Just then, the corner of her eyes caught an approaching figure. She slowed down, stood straight, and instantly became the elegant yet quiet Miss Hall.
"Good day, Baron Gramir," Audrey greeted with a flawless smile and etiquette.
Baron Gramir had thin eyebrows and faint blue eyes. He smiled and bowed.
"Nice to meet you again, Miss Hall. You are the brightest and most dazzling gemstone at this ball."
After exchanging a few words, Baron Gramir headed for the dancing hall while Audrey continued approaching the dining hall.
After a few steps, she suddenly frowned. There was puzzlement in her green eyes.
Baron Gramir isn't the same as before…
In the past, when he sees a pretty lady or madam of a higher rank than he is, and one that's relatively prettier, he would look to the side without looking at them directly. Then, he would steal glances constantly… But today, he appears very confident…
Also, his cologne smells off. In the numerous parties in the past, his body would emit the final note of the Amber cologne fragrance, musky yet faint, not ostentatious yet elegant. In other words, he would spray the cologne a few hours earlier to let the front and middle notes disperse before the gathering. But just now, his cologne was Amber in middle note, rich and refined…
Audrey slowed down her footsteps. As a Spectator who had completely digested her potion, her sensitivity towards details wasn't anything other Beyonders could compare to.
Suddenly, she thought of a possibility. Her green crystal-clear eyes froze.
It couldn't be Qilangos in a disguise, right?
The Creeping Hunger has the power to change a person's appearance!
…
The more Audrey thought about it, the more possible it seemed. She felt uptight as she turned nervous and panicky.
If he really was Rear Admiral Hurricane, what is he trying to do? It's a pity that I can't bring Susie to the ball. Otherwise, I could ask her to observe Baron Gramir… No way, I have to warn Father! Amidst her frantic thoughts, Audrey quickened her pace and entered the dining hall. She found Count Hall who was talking to the Chief Cabinet Secretary and others.
She flashed a flawless smile and walked over. She held Count Hall by his arm and told the others, "Gentlemen, do you mind if I borrow Count Hall for a few minutes?"
"Beautiful lady, it's your right," The few gentlemen said in a friendly response.
Audrey held Count Hall by his arm and moved to the nearest balcony. They found a quiet, uninhabited corner, and she said to her middle-aged father who was getting plump, "Father, I have something to tell you."
Count Hall was smiling fondly at his daughter, but he got serious when he saw her serious facial expression, "What's the matter?"
"I ran into Baron Gramir earlier, but there are things about him that are different from the past. For instance, his cologne was in the middle note of the Amber fragrance. It used to be the end note. And…" Audrey continued with the things that she found different. It could be explained as being sensitive and meticulous.
After she described what she had noticed, she weighed her words and added, "I heard from Viscount Glaint that Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos has the ability to take on other people's appearance. Hasn't he been in Backlund recently?"
Count Hall listened to her carefully, and his face grew abnormally grave.
But he soon flashed a smile and comforted his anxious daughter.
"I'll take care of this. Go look for your mother and stay with her. She's at the lounge in this hall."
"Okay." Audrey nodded obediently.
On the way back to the lounge, she turned around and looked at her father. She saw that Count Hall was talking to another noble softly, and he wore a rather solemn look.
Audrey couldn't help but feel anxious. She felt that she needed to do something to make sure that her father, mother, and brother didn't get hurt.
She surveyed the area and changed the direction in which she was heading in. She left the dining hall and found Duke Negan's small prayer room.
She pushed the door closed and locked it behind her. She looked at the symbol of the Lord of Storms before her and subconsciously found a remote and dark corner.
Audrey sat down with her body leaning forward. She clasped her hands together into a praying position and supported her forehead.
Then, she recited softly in Hermes, "The Fool that doesn't belong to this era, you are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog; you are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."
Chapter 189: Prayers and Replies
Translator: AtlasStudios Editor: AtlasStudios
Tingen City, Daffodil Street.
Klein was discussing the latest play with Benson and Melissa and was inviting them to watch it at the theater next weekend.
"I think the newspapers have said enough about it. 'The Return of the Count' is definitely a play that's worth watching. It's already been performed more than ten times in Backlund, and it sold out each time. I think that we shouldn't miss this opportunity." Klein, who had lacked sources of entertainment, was unwilling to give up. After all, he had been an ardent follower of television shows back on Earth.
Of course, if it wasn't for the maintenance of my image, I'd rather go to a bar and play billiards… Yes, renting a venue for tennis isn't a bad choice. That can be considered as it's a leisure sport for the middle class. With my current fitness, as long as I don't encounter other Beyonders, I should be able to handle most opponents easily… Forget it, it can only be a passing thought for now. I still have to reinvestigate the figures associated with Lanevus in the morning, go for combat training in the afternoon, and search for the house with the red chimney in the evening before returning home…
I sure am a busy man… Klein tried to remain optimistic.
Noticing that Benson was inclined towards his suggestion while Melissa was still a little hesitant, Klein smiled as he added, "I heard that the most popular supporting cast in 'The Return of the Count' is a genius mechanic."
"Alright, we do have to see a play at a large theater once in our lives." Melissa pouted and nodded her head grudgingly, but there was now a sparkle in her eyes.
Klein was about to respond when he heard a buzzing in his ears. He became dizzy for a few seconds.
Someone is praying to me… He supported his back with his right hand and chuckled.
"Then I shall wait patiently for the tickets to go on sale."
"Alright, I'll be returning to my bedroom to write up a report."
"We also have to plunge into the sea of knowledge and hope that we don't drown." Benson let out a self-deprecating laugh as he returned to the dining room with Melissa.
Klein went to the second floor and locked the door to his room. He sealed the room with a wall of spirituality, then he took four steps counterclockwise as he recited the incantations, returning to the world above the gray fog.
His figure suddenly appeared at the seat of honor in the magnificent palace fit for a giant. A pulsing crimson star reflected in his eyes.
Klein lifted his right hand and extended his spirituality, establishing a connection with the star representing Justice.
With a boom, he saw a blurred, distorted image. He saw Miss Justice in a long beige regal dress sitting on a chair in a dark corner. Her head was bowed, her hands clasped.
At the same time, her still nascent and nervous voice stacked in an illusory manner, reverberating around the space, "The Fool that doesn't belong to this era,
"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog;
"You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.
"I pray for your attention.
"I pray for you to listen."
…
"I'm at a ball held by Duke Negan and encountered someone who's suspected to be Qilangos.
"He is disguising himself as Baron Gramir, and his motives are unclear.
"I noticed today that some of the details regarding Baron Gramir were a little different than usual. This made me recall the appearance-altering Beyonder power that Qilangos's mystical item has."
…
Klein listened seriously and carefully interpreted what was happening. Finally, he understood what Miss Justice was describing.
Qilangos has actually used the special powers of Creeping Hunger to infiltrate Duke Negan's ball!
But Qilangos probably didn't expect that one of the ladies at the ball is a Spectator, a Spectator who has committed the mannerisms of Baron Gramir to memory! Hence, he doesn't realize that he's been exposed!
What does Qilangos want? And what should I do? I've tried conducting the sacrificial ritual without spirituality-infused materials over the past two days and realized that I can create something like the Door of Summoning, but I'm unable to open it. I was going to find some time to purchase some materials with spirituality in the underground market to prepare for my second experiment. Miss Justice definitely wouldn't have spirituality-infused materials when she's attending a ball… Klein thought for more than ten seconds before beginning his response to Justice's prayer.
…
In a small prayer room in Duke Negan's mansion.
Audrey repeated her prayers a few times before finally stopping. She tidied her clothes and walked quickly to the door.
She knew that she couldn't be gone for too long because her parents would worry about her and thus misjudge the situation. It would cause them to react in the wrong way.
Standing behind the door, Audrey took a deep breath, extended her right hand which was covered in a white veiled glove, and released the lock with a wary heart.
After leaving the small prayer room, she followed the path back to the dining hall. She saw the figures holding wine glasses and plates get closer when her vision suddenly turned blurry. She realized that an illusory fog was spreading into the surroundings.
In the middle of the thick wide fog was an ancient chair, and atop the chair was a mysterious presence, a mysterious presence that seemed to overlook everything.
Mr. Fool! Audrey almost shouted in pleasant surprise.
She then heard a deep, familiar voice: "I'm aware."
The voice reverberated around the space as the fog vanished. Audrey's vision was still filled with images of the long tables of food and wine, as well as the bustling sights of interacting guests.
The worry and unease in her heart vanished as she subconsciously straightened her back and entered the dining hall with light steps. She walked toward the recreation room in the dining hall.
…
In the magnificent palace in the world of fog.
Klein started to think about how to convey the message to The Hanged Man after finishing his reply to Miss Justice.
I cannot just repeat the description to him since it undermines my authority… After all, what mysterious existence would personally take on the role of a messenger!? He deliberated for nearly a minute before an idea came to him. He conjured the scene of Miss Justice praying and transformed it into something akin to a movie scene with the faces mosaicked and censored.
He then extended his hand and tapped, launching the scene into the crimson star representing The Hanged Man.
…
Backlund, Cherwood Backlund. At the Holy Wind Cathedral.
The Hanged Man, Alger Wilson, was going through the investigation reports in a simple room, trying to find traces of Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos.
Near his right hand was a stack of paper filled with many contorted symbols.
Just as Alger was leaning back in his chair and rubbing his eyes, he saw his field of vision turn blurry. His line of sight was filled with thick, gray fog.
There was an ancient chair which seemed to exist eternally, deep within the endless fog. Atop the chair was a faint human figure.
Mr. Fool… Just as this thought came to Alger, he saw that another hazy figure in a regal dress within the grayish-white fog.
She was in a praying position, repeating, "I'm at a ball held by Duke Negan and encountered someone who's suspected to be Qilangos.
"He is disguising himself as Baron Gramir, and his motives are unclear.
"I noticed today that some of the details regarding Baron Gramir were a little different than usual. This made me recall the appearance-altering Beyonder power that Qilangos's mystical item has."
…
Alger was shocked at first, then let out a look of pleasant surprise. He pressed his palm against his chest and lowered his head, "Praise you, Mr. Fool!"
Everything he saw or heard vanished before he finished his sentence as if nothing had happened.
Staring at the desk strewn with Emperor Roselle's diary pages and his investigation reports, Alger's pupils constricted as he realized how powerful The Fool was once again.
This was the Holy Wind Cathedral—once the headquarters of the Church of the Lord of Storms. Even though that was history from more than a thousand years ago, many believers still viewed this place as sacred. But Mr. Fool could still descend upon this space without warning and give a reply…
After nearly twenty seconds of silence, Alger gathered his stuff and exited the room.
He was going to look for one of the Cardinals of the Church of the Lord of Storms, the Archbishop of the Backlund diocese, Spellsinger of God, Ace Snake!
For Alger Wilson, being able to kill Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos personally was the best course of action, but if he was unable to do that, guaranteeing that he was really dead was also acceptable in his book!
…
After forwarding Miss Justice's description to The Hanged Man, Klein left the mysterious world above the gray fog and returned to his bedroom.
While he was in no hurry to dispel the wall of spirituality, he sat before his desk and took out a piece of paper. He picked up a pen and began his letter.
"According to an urgent indication from a source, Qilangos has used the abilities of a Shepherd to take on the appearance of Baron Gramir and has infiltrated Duke Negan's ball. His motives are unclear as of this moment."
Klein wasn't worried that Mr. Azik would be suspicious of him or doubt why someone in Tingen would be so quick to know something that just happened in Backlund, for the telegraph existed in this world.
"I don't know if you would be interested in this, but I thought that I should let you know." Klein quickly ended the letter and folded the piece of paper.
He then found the ancient copper whistle, brought it to his mouth, and gave it a hard blow.
The gigantic, terrifying, and illusory skeleton messenger appeared once again, still standing at its original spot, not minding that its head was going through the ceiling.
Klein fought back the urge to use the abilities of the Clown to turn the letter into a flying dagger. He tossed the letter towards the messenger without a fuss.
He then blew on the copper whistle once again to end the summoning. Klein collected himself and went through the events in his head once again.
This was all he could do for the time being!
Although Klein could also make use of the summoning ritual and bring the Flaring Sun Charm directly to Backlund, it was too dangerous for him to do so. First, Qilangos was a Sequence 6 Wind-blessed and had with him the Creeping Hunger. Second, it was too troublesome. He had to first bring the Flaring Sun Charm to the world above the gray fog. Third, his image would be affected. Thus, he wisely gave up on this idea.
To be honest, the problem is not too serious. Duke Negan is the most influential noble outside of the royal family, a key member behind the Conservative Party. There will be many high ranking nobles attending the ball today. I have no doubt that there are Beyonders guarding the area. If not for this consideration, there would have been no need for him to infiltrate the place under a disguise… Since Miss Justice noticed him early, the nobles should be prepared. This incident shouldn't blow out of control…
I wonder how fast Mr. Azik's messenger is? If it travels through the spirit world, Mr. Azik could still likely make it in time for the "main course," but if it's as slow as Madam Daly's messenger, then he might only read about the incident in tomorrow's paper…
Klein nodded indiscernibly and tossed this incident to the back of his head. After all, there was nothing more that he could do.
Chapter 190: The Assortment of Abilities
Translator: AtlasStudios Editor: AtlasStudios
In Duke Negan's mansion, in the dancing hall.
Disguised as Baron Gramir, Qilangos held a glass of blood-red Aurmir grape wine and casually stood behind the railing on the winding corridor on the second floor. He overlooked the people on the dance floor and enjoyed the view of the glamorously dressed ladies.
However, there was no lust in his eyes; they were as calm as a frozen lake. From the corner of his eyes, he stole glances at the hanging chandelier and the nearby Duke Negan who was looking at the beautiful figures passing by.
The Duke was wearing a well-ironed navy uniform with red ribbons attached to the medals on his shoulders. He preferred to wear his military uniform on formal occasions, in remembrance of his decades of illustrious service while in the military.
However, he had put on much weight since then. His once-sharp gray eyes had been left turbid and filled with desire. However, he took good care of himself, as the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, lips, and forehead were faint, and his black hair was still thick and luxuriant.
That was Pallas Negan, the current Duke Negan, the main supporter of the Conservative Party, the brother of Prime Minister Aguesid, one of the richest and most powerful men in the Loen Kingdom.
At the same time, he was also the reason why Qilangos had sneaked into Backlund!
The thought of assassinating such an important figure makes me shiver in excitement… Qilangos retracted his gaze and closed his eyes.
He was willing to accept the commission because he had been offered a sufficiently attractive price, and it was also because Qilangos loved adventure and enjoyed taking on difficult challenges.
If this assassination is successful, my fame will spread across the Northern and Southern Continents, placing me above the Four Kings. And I'll receive a card, a card which contains the mystery of God that the Emperor Roselle created! Qilangos suppressed his excitement and lowered his head to examine his left hand.
Creeping Hunger had become transparent. It was impossible to tell that "Baron Gramir" was wearing a glove via the naked eye or through contact.
This is such a magical item… If it wasn't for this, a Sequence 6 like me wouldn't have achieved the rank of Pirate Admiral… Thoughts flashed through his mind as bouts of regret surged within Qilangos.
In his years as a pirate, he had seen and interacted with many Beyonders. Among them were members of the Aurora Order who enjoyed adventuring at the ends of the Sonia Sea.
So, he knew that Creeping Hunger was still rather different from a real Shepherd.
Firstly, the speed of switching states was too slow. It required at least a second, but a real Shepherd could switch instantly. Secondly, the controlled soul could only use one to three abilities before the person died. As for what abilities could be used and how powerful they were, that all depended on luck. On the other hand, a real Shepherd could decide on the three abilities. They didn't have to gamble like they were at a casino. Lastly, Creeping Hunger could only have five souls at the same time, while a real Shepherd could have seven.
Of course, both had the same restriction, which was that they could only control one soul at a time, and they could only use the soul's corresponding Beyonder powers and their own Beyonder powers. If they wanted to replace one of the souls with a new soul, the procedure would be irreversible.
Qilangos went through seven or eight years of adjustment and finally settled with five souls. Their abilities complemented one another and made their owner very terrifying.
Because of the constant adjustments and experimentation that he did over the years, there were rumors among the pirates that claimed that Rear Admiral Hurricane was omnipotent.
During the ardent dance music, Qilangos rehearsed the subsequent actions he would take in his mind. He sighed with regret in his heart.
It's a pity that I didn't find the Traveler over the past few days. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to worry about anything tonight.
If he had captured the woman that was most likely a Traveler, Qilangos wouldn't have hesitated to feed one of the five souls that he was grazing to the Creeping Hunger.
To him, a Traveler's ability would be invaluable!
Qilangos stole a glance at the huge crystal chandelier hanging from the rooftop and decided to wait no longer.
The soul that he controlled currently had only one ability, which was to change his appearance. But it didn't possess any power to fight against other Beyonders. However, the transformation ability was still very useful, and Qilangos hadn't been willing to replace it with something else all this time.
The good thing was that no matter which soul he controlled, Qilangos could use his Wind-blessed Beyonder powers at the same time.
Finally, he acted as though his gaze was locking onto the curvy figure of a noble's wife before he swept it towards Duke Negan and all the gentlemen around him.
Duke Negan is a staunch follower of the Lord of Storms, and he is a key figure in the influence the Church of the Lord of Storms has on politics. There must be a Beyonder from the Church of the Lord of Storms beside him who's protecting him. Although the Negan family isn't an ancient thousand-year-old family, he's one of the wealthiest and powerful men in the kingdom. He's definitely searched for Sequence potion formulas in secret or hired Beyonders… Qilangos's thoughts surged. He mentally eliminated gentlemen who were nobles and officers before locking his eyes on the man who was constantly beside Duke Negan.
The man was brown-haired, blue-eyed, and wearing a black tuxedo. He was almost expressionless while he remained vigilant of his surroundings constantly.
Qilangos nodded indiscernibly and pressed his right hand forward slightly.
Whoosh!
A sudden gust of wind swept in the area above the dance floor, extinguishing the chandelier's candles.
At the moment between light and darkness, while everyone's attention was drawn away, a few wind blades slashed at the same spot on a metal chain supporting the crystal chandelier guised among the gusts of wind.
Creak!
With a harsh, shattering noise, the huge crystal chandelier plummeted straight to the dance floor. It made a loud crash, and people screamed in surprise. Shards of debris flew, cutting guests and leaving them screaming in pain and fear.
The darkened hall was suddenly full of opportunities. Qilangos's glove squirmed and changed, condensing into a golden surface.
His expression was imposing and his eyes saw through the darkness as he fixed his gaze onto the man next to Duke Negan.
Suddenly, Qilangos's eyes shone like lightning.
The Beyonder who was in charge of protecting Duke Negan suddenly let out a tragic scream and fell on the ground holding his head. He rolled around and struggled.
With a swoosh, Qilangos's figure dashed through the darkness and charged at Duke Negan.
However, in the deep recesses of his eyes, it reflected his target who didn't show any signs of panic. It was of utmost confidence.
Duke Negan's plump figure stood erect on the spot and observed the incoming assassin as if he were looking down on him.
He lifted his right hand and pushed forward. He murmured in ancient Hermes, "Imprison!"
In silence, Qilangos suddenly stopped. He was suddenly surrounded by a transparent wall, something that wrapped around him like a sticky liquid.
It made him seem like an insect in amber, or a prisoner in prison.
The leader of the Conservative Party nobles, the hereditary Duke Pallas Negan was a Beyonder himself—a very strong Beyonder!
Duke Negan spoke in a low voice again and waved his right hand.
"Flog!"
Pa! Pa!
Qilangos seemed to be whipped by a shapeless whip. His clothing tore from the whipping as his skin was lacerated, revealing white bone.
Then, Duke Negan leaned forward and held his right first. He declared in an imposing manner, "Death!"
Pa! His arm waved as his entire body slammed into Qilangos's head with numerous afterimages. His fist had struck his target's head in an unavoidable manner.
Kacha! Qilangos's head shattered, but the surroundings shattered as well. Duke Negan remained standing at his original spot. It was just a dream.
It was unknown when the pirate admiral had already switched his ability and entered the Nightmare state.
Unlike an ordinary Nightmare, he could still move his body after he dragged people into a dream!
Qilangos stealthily appeared behind Duke Negan, and his cold gaze locked onto the Duke.
Wrapped with high-speed spiraling winds, his right fist stabbed into the target's vest like a sharp blade.
Whoosh!
Amidst the howling of the wind, Qilangos's right fist punched straight through Duke Negan's body and through his heart. But Duke Negan's figure rapidly turned transparent, just like a soul that was summoned.
After the nearly formless figure dissipated, Duke Negan appeared before the French door on the other side of the winding corridor. He wore a scrutinizing smile.
Another Beyonder… They prepared ahead of time? To lay an ambush for me?
How is that possible?!
Although Qilangos was unwilling to accept this fact, he dealt with it calmly.
The glove on his left hand squirmed and took on the form of dark golden scales. His irises grew pale and became vertical.
Then, a shapeless wave swept from every direction. Ladies and gentlemen were thrown into a state of uncontrollable fear at the same time. They left their hiding places and ran around aimlessly. The scene became chaotic.
The Beyonders didn't dare to act recklessly as they were worried they might hurt their relatives and friends.
Seizing the opportunity, Qilangos ran quickly as hurricanes whirled around him. He smashed through one of the resting room doors before smashing through an oriel window.
Amidst the shattering sound, he leaped outside and flew a distance away from Duke Negan's mansion with the aid of the wind.
The moment he landed, Qilangos immediately ran towards a forest ahead of him. It was a municipal garden—an escape route he had scouted out a while ago.
Once he shook off his pursuers, he could change his appearance and blend into the massive population of Backlund of more than five million people.
That was also the reason why he dared to accept such a difficult mission!
After a while, there was gale blowing towards Duke Negan's mansion. The Cardinal of the Church of the Lord of Storms, the Archbishop of Backlund, Spellsinger of God, Ace Snake brought a few Mandated Punishers and flew towards the mansion.
He couldn't inform the other Beyonders in time.
Alger was one of the members that arrived with Archbishop Ace. However, he was in a bad mood because he saw the broken windows and the other Beyonders running out of the mansion.
It meant that Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos had escaped.
Chapter 191: Unclear Motives
Translator: AtlasStudios Editor: AtlasStudios
Qilangos lost his pursuers with the help of the wind after crossing a man-made lake.
He surveyed his surroundings, intending to create the illusion that he had entered a ditch to escape into the Tussock River before turning to the financial center of Backlund, the Hillston Borough.
At that moment, his field of vision suddenly blurred. He saw the colors around him saturate in the darkness.
The green trees became greener, their red fruits even redder. The dark blackness of the water became darker. Everything appeared to be splashed with pastel paint.
Under the sky where the crimson moon was obscured, there were many indescribable, transparent figures, as well as different lustrous splendors that contained mysterious knowledge.
Qilangos found himself coming to a halt as he floated in midair. Beneath his feet, dark water continually rose towards him. Under the water were pale white palms, reaching out for him.
Not good! Qilangos realized that he had been ambushed.
And the ambusher was definitely not weak!
A giant humanoid skeleton suddenly appeared before him. The monster was four meters tall, and burning in its eye sockets were pitch black flames. The bones on its body were blurry and illusory.
Qilangos gave his enemy an expressionless look as he let out a sneer.
At the same time, the glove on his left hand released a radiant light, appearing as if it was cast out of pure gold.
Qilangos leaned back and spread his arms wide, as though he was trying to hug the sun.
A bolt of pure, burning brilliance descended from the sky, enveloping the giant skeleton. The pastel-like world quaked in response, and the pale hands under the dark water evaporated one by one.
This was the Beyonder powers of the Priest of Light!
It was a Beyonder power from the Sun Sequence pathway!
It was the nemesis of the undead!
The radiant pillar of light dissipated, and the pitch black flames of the giant skeleton instantly extinguished. It then turned transparent as it disintegrated in the air.
Before Qilangos had the time to use the abilities of the Priest of Light to dispel the pastel-like world, his expression abruptly turned rigid.
He saw another giant skeleton appear to his left. It was also four meters tall, its eyes burning with a black flame, identical to the monster from before.
Immediately following that, the same skeletal monster appeared around Qilangos, one after another. One, two, three… there were more than a hundred of them!
More than a hundred pairs of burning black flames cast their gaze onto their target at the same time.
Underneath him, the dark water surface rose higher, almost coming into contact with Qilangos's feet.
Pale white hands extended outward, flailing them around constantly, as though they were grabbing at a life-saving straw.
…
"Spread out and pursue him. Try to corner him," Instructed the Cardinal—Ace Snake. He conjured a typhoon and took to the air, flying toward the direction where Qilangos had fled.
Duke Negan and the rest didn't join the ranks of Mandated Punishers in consideration of their statuses; instead, they stood at the windows or balconies to observe. It was also at this moment when the ordinary nobles who were running around frantically slowly calmed down.
Due to the darkness and the undulating shouts, they were unsure of what exactly happened. All they knew was that Duke Negan might have encountered an assassin.
Alger Wilson clenched his jaw and ran out of Duke Negan's mansion, following the path of the municipal garden into the Hillston Borough.
He wasn't willing to miss this opportunity, no matter how small the hope was!
Suddenly, he heard a voice which was carried to him by the wind, "There's no need to continue the pursuit."
No need to continue the pursuit? The voice of Cardinal Snake… Alger stopped after just running a few steps forward. He turned to look into the sky, puzzled.
He saw Cardinal Snake, who was wearing a black robe adorned with many storm symbols, floating above the forest and the man-made lake and staring down.
Alger creased his brows and sped over to where the Cardinal was without considering the reason.
As he neared his position, he made use of his Seafarer abilities to get a clearer look.
The Spellsinger of God showed no expression, but his posture made it evident that he was serious. His exposed white hair that peeked out from under his black hat swayed with the wind, accentuating his stern silver eyes.
Alger retracted his gaze and ran out of the forest.
The scene of the calm pond reflecting the crimson moonlight suddenly appeared in his eyes. On the pond's surface, a tall figure was floating near the bank.
That figure had a unique wide jaw, his brown hair was tied in a ponytail. His dark green eyes were cold, yet blank.
Qilangos!
Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos!
Alger was taken aback at first, then he felt both surprise and joy. He couldn't believe his eyes. and even suspected that the darkness was causing him to hallucinate.
Before he could react, he suddenly saw Qilangos's face rot rapidly. It oozed a yellow-green liquid, his flesh peeling off piece by piece.
Pat! Pat! Pat!
All that was left of Qilangos's face was a skull, his two vacant eyeballs fell from their sockets and onto the ground beside the lake.
Qilangos fell apart completely. His clothes draped over his rotting flesh and white bones and blocked the sparkling radiance.
In less than twenty seconds, one of the Seven Pirate Admirals, Qilangos, had died mysteriously in front of Alger's eyes.
This shocking scene was etched deeply into Alger's mind. It made him suspect if he was having a terrifying nightmare.
What was happening?
Didn't Qilangos escape successfully?
Why did he die so simply, yet so mysteriously here?
What did he encounter, for him to lose his life in such a short amount of time…
He's a Sequence 6 Wind-blessed, the owner of Creeping Hunger!
Who did it?
What was the motive for killing Qilangos…
Just as countless ideas flooded Alger's mind, he heard Spellsinger of God, Ace Snake's, charismatic voice, "Did you give the information to anyone else?
"Is there anyone else who knows of this information?"
Alger quickly calmed down. He glanced at Qilangos's remains and gave an explanation that he had prepared.
"I reported the information to you the moment I found out about it."
He couldn't help but grumble inwardly. If it wasn't for the fact that Ace Snake had gone for a walk along the Tussock River, forcing me to spend time finding him, Qilangos might not have even escaped Duke Negan's mansion!
Of course, he didn't dare say this in front of a High-Sequence Beyonder. He could only respectfully and humbly continue, "The personnel who received the information directly even sacrificed himself for it, and no one opened the letter during its transfer, I can vouch for this.
"But I cannot confirm if there was a leak at the source of this information. Since we could learn of it, others might have too."
As Alger spoke, he formulated some guesses about who killed Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos.
The person or organization who tasked Qilangos to assassinate Duke Negan? Since Qilangos had already successfully escaped and there was no threat of any information leaks, there's no need to kill him… If it were me, I would get Qilangos to lay low and try another assassination attempt when everyone was certain that he had left Backlund…
Also, Qilangos only trusts himself, so he wouldn't tell his assassination plan to anyone. Duke Negan has been organizing gatherings lately in preparation for his bill proposal in September, so there are abundant opportunities. Other than Qilangos himself, there's no one who can correctly predict when he would strike. U-unless that person was a Prophet… But that is unlikely…
Other factions? Not possible. Miss Justice prayed to Mr. Fool to relay the information the moment she noticed a problem. There was no way another organization could've received the information at the same time…
Mr. Fool… Alger was shocked as he thought of a possibility.
The person who struck was Mr. Fool's adorer!
He happened to be in Backlund and thus lent a hand!
The more he thought about it, the more Alger felt that this guess was close to the truth.
Only the members and subordinates of the Tarot Club could've received the information in time!
Only the help of The Fool's adorer could make it seem so mysterious and without motive!
Just as he was immersed in his thoughts, Cardinal Snake fell silent for a moment. He told the rest of the Mandated Punishers who were making their way over, "Qilangos is dead. A High-Sequence Beyonder, or someone who used a Sealed Artifact of a similar-level killed him. But this is rather dangerous and highly unlikely.
"After a preliminary analysis, I believe that the High-Sequence Beyonder is of the pathway of Death, perhaps a member of the Numinous Episcopate, but not someone I know of. There's also the possibility of it being a member of another secret organization.
"The motive is unclear."
The Numinous Episcopate originated from the Southern Continent. Legend has it that it was first formed by a descendant of Death in an attempt to revive Death. They were nearly eradicated after the Southern Continent was colonized, but they stubbornly survived and spread toward the countries of the Northern Continent.
A High-Sequence Beyonder… Yes, only a High-Sequence Beyonder could kill Qilangos in such a short amount of time! Just a mere adorer of Mr. Fool is already at such a high sequence… That's a Demigod! Alger once again looked at the pile of flesh and bone. He felt dissociated from everything as if he had lost all his emotion. He stood there in a daze, watching everything.
If I happened to betray Mr. Fool one day… He suddenly had such a thought.
Immediately, the terrifying scene of Qilangos rapidly rotting appeared in his mind.
Alger couldn't help but shiver and lower his head.
At the same time, he relaxed.
Since he couldn't escape or fight back, then he could only choose to be loyal.
Phew… With Qilangos dead, no one can threaten me with that secret anymore! He exhaled, his worries completely vanishing.
…
In Duke Negan's mansion, Audrey Hall, who was discussing the assassination with her mother and the other nobles, saw her father appear at the door.
She found an excuse and left the resting room for the balcony at the main hall.
"Father, is something wrong?" Audrey looked at Count Hall with her green eyes.
Her green eyes had come from her mother, not her father.
Count Hall smiled.
"It's been resolved, my child. You need not worry any longer.
"Hmm… Did you tell anyone that Baron Gramir was an imposter?"
"No." Audrey shook her head firmly.
I only told an almost godlike existence… She added in her heart.
She thought for a moment, then explained herself, "After I told you, I went to the bathroom, then to where Mother was. You can ask her."
"I see." Count Hall nodded and didn't say anything else before mentioning, "Qilangos is dead. Someone killed him."
"Who?" Audrey was as shocked as she was excited.
"No idea. We can't even figure out why the murderer killed Qilangos. It's truly incomprehensible." Count Hall paused. "Perhaps, it's a person or an organization, a secret and powerful organization."
Unclear motive… A secret, powerful organization… Could it be Mr. Fool's adorer? It could be our Tarot Club! Audrey suddenly had an epiphany.
Chapter 192: Attention
Translator: AtlasStudios Editor: AtlasStudios
Audrey analyzed many things at once as her mind whirled.
Mr. Hanged Man said that Qilangos was a lone wolf who doesn't trust anyone. Only he would know of his own plan. Other than my early discovery of him, there shouldn't have been anyone else who knew he would attempt the assassination tonight…
I only told Father and Mr. Fool that I suspected that Qilangos was disguised as Baron Gramir…
Although there's a telegram cable in Duke Negan's mansion and he would've been able to send out information in time to ask for help, there's no reason to hide that… Dad's puzzlement implies that the powerful being that killed Qilangos wasn't within their expectations…
Combining all of the above, I can almost be certain that the person who killed Qilangos was Mr. Fool's adorer!
Plus, only the unique model of the Tarot Club can create such a strange situation with unclear motives!
Qilangos was a Sequence 6 Wind-blessed, and he had the magical item — the Creeping Hunger. To be able to quickly kill him without leaving any traces behind, it could only be a High-Sequence Beyonder known also as Demigods, right? Or maybe he used a Sealed Artifact which possesses immense danger?
Regardless of the possibility, it shows that Mr. Fool's adorer is extremely powerful…
Mr. Fool lives up to his reputation!
Regardless, I certainly provided clues, so Mr. Hanged Man has to carry out his promise and pass me the pituitary gland of a Rainbow Salamander!
This should be our Tarot Club's very first mission, right?
One of the Seven Pirate Admirals, Qilangos, died because of us!
Looking at his daughter who seemed excited, Count Hall, who was a handsome man in his youth, coughed lightly and warned his daughter with a mask of solemnity, "Audrey, I know that you're very interested in mysticism, and I normally tolerate it. But you mustn't be involved in this. You can't even ask about it. You will be introduced by the Queen to the Backlund social scene events by the end of this year. As an adult, you should clearly know and remember that a terrifying Beyonder, or a powerful, hidden organization, is equivalent to danger. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, Father," Audrey replied charmingly. "I was just a little curious."
"Curiosity won't do either!" Count Hall emphasized, and he couldn't help but let out a helpless smile.
"Okay!" Audrey nodded obediently.
I understand the whole incident better than you do anyway… She made a silly face in her head.
Count Hall thought and said with a gentle smile, "Regardless, you are the heroine tonight, the savior of Duke Negan. Half of the reason why Qilangos is dead is partially because of you, and it's the same with the bounty. Of course, if there's no one that admits to killing Qilangos and comes to receive the bounty, the remaining half of it will be yours too. Added together, it will be ten thousand pounds in total.
"Hmm, the bounties set up by the Intis Republic, the Feysac Empire, and other countries and organizations could be received as well. After conversion, there should be about twenty thousand pounds in total.
"Duke Negan promised that he would give you his holiday estate at Desi Bay as a gift. It includes a huge rubber tree plantation. I don't know the annual profit exactly, but it definitely won't be low. He spent eight thousand pounds to buy it back then and later, even built a house and purchased good quality seeds for planting."
Audrey, who already had an inheritance of three hundred thousand pounds, was considered rich. However, a reward that was almost forty thousand pounds was still a huge amount of income. Many noble ladies wouldn't even receive such a figure as a dowry.
In an allied marriage of a noble and a businessman in August, Miss Mary Oldbury, the daughter of a millionaire, only had an eighty-thousand-pound dowry.
I never considered the bounty… Audrey muttered inwardly.
Suddenly, she thought of something. If she were to receive the bounty and her name spread, The Hanged Man could easily find out who Justice was.
This can't happen! As a member of the Tarot Club, I have to maintain a sense of mystery! Audrey looked towards her dad and reorganized her words.
"Dad, I'm a little worried…"
"Why? What happened?" Count Hall asked in concern.
"If it were to spread that I found out that Qilangos was disguised as Baron Gramir, I'm afraid that his underlings would take revenge on me. I'm afraid that whoever instructed Qilangos to assassinate Duke Negan would target me…" Audrey tried to make herself seem pitiful, weak, and helpless.
"I'll hire someone to protect you," Count Hall replied. Then, he nodded faintly and said, "there's really no need for you to take such a risk. Plus, the person that killed Qilangos took the Creeping Hunger. Of course, to a High-Sequence Beyonder, that wouldn't be a strong enough motive for interfering… Yes, I'll inform Duke Negan to keep this a secret and tell someone else to receive the bounty on your behalf and compensate you in private."
Then, Count Hall smiled and said, "You really are my daughter. You earned forty thousand pounds so easily. This is more than one-tenth of your current wealth."
The three hundred thousand pounds was what he had set aside for her in advance. He would still add in another part when she got married as his daughter's inheritance.
"Am I as good as you were?" Audrey happily asked in reply.
Count Hall shook his head and laughed.
"Much better than I was. The profit from my very first business venture was only sixty pounds."
Audrey suddenly became extremely thrilled. The satisfaction derived from receiving a forty thousand pound bounty, getting her father's compliment, causing Qilangos's death, completing an extraordinary task, and the reward of a Rainbow Salamander's pituitary gland that she was going to get from The Hanged Man amplified her happiness.
I really want to report this to Mr. Fool to get his reassurance… No, no way. A powerful, mysterious being killed Qilangos with an unknown motive. There might be someone observing me in secret, looking for clues regarding Qilangos's death. I can't show any hint of abnormality… Pui! There's nothing abnormal about me to begin with. As long as I don't attempt to recite Mr. Fool's honorary name…
Hmm, if Mr. Fool's adorer was really the murderer, He must've already known the outcome. He wouldn't need me to report it to him… Well… do I need to share the bounty with the adorer? No, no matter what kind of payment method is used to transfer twenty thousand pounds, it would definitely draw attention. I can't take the risk…
Plus, it has always been The Hanged Man who's been asking for help from Mr. Fool. Technically, he should pay the reward. Yes, yes, after all, he declared that he had many pages of Emperor Roselle's diary!
I'll try to gather more pages of the diary to thank Mr. Fool for answering my prayers. He definitely wouldn't be interested in crass money…
Audrey quickly determined her next course of action
…
In Duke Negan's mansion, in a secret study room.
The fat and tall Duke sat on a high back chair behind a desk. He was smoking a cigar as he looked at the Spellsinger of God—Ace Snake, Prime Minister Aiur Negan, and the others opposite him.
"Based on our current knowledge, we still aren't certain of the identity of the High-Sequence Beyonder that killed Qilangos." Prime Minister Aguesid Negan had just rushed over from the King's side.
Archbishop Snake nodded.
"We've determined that it wasn't any of the High-Sequence Beyonders that we're familiar with or the Numinous Episcopate either.
"We have sufficient reason to believe that it's a powerful, mysterious Beyonder we aren't aware of. Of course, we haven't eliminated the possibility that the person was using a dangerous Sealed Artifact."
Duke Negan held his cigar and said, "Maybe it wasn't just a High-Sequence Beyonder. There might be a hidden organization behind that person, a hidden organization that we don't know enough about. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to lay in ambush for Qilangos so accurately. Yes, perhaps one of the guests at tonight's ball is a member of theirs."
His brother, Prime Minister Aguesid stated solemnly, "Regardless of that possibility, we have to be careful. We have to quickly find out the identity of the High-Sequence Beyonder, the purpose of his presence in Backlund, and why he killed Qilangos."
A High-Sequence Beyonder that they didn't know about, who wandering in Backlund, was sufficient to draw attention from the government and three major Churches!
Although a Sequence 4 or Sequence 3 Beyonder might not be able to withstand the cannon attacks of their warships, there was no need for them to experience a frontal assault. They possessed too much of a mysterious power.
Hence, they were existences even more dangerous than ironclad warships. Hence the reason why they were called "Demigods"!
Spellsinger of God—Ace Snake stood up and said, "Let me make some arrangements and get into contact with the Church of the Evernight Goddess, the Church of the God of Steam, and Machinery Hivemind."
"His Majesty will allow the military and the intelligence agencies to cooperate," Prime Minister Aguesid promised.
…
In a hotel in the North Borough of Backlund.
Azik sat under a gas lamp and looked at the glove before him.
The glove was very thin, as though it was made from human skin. It seemed that as long as it was filled with flesh and blood, it would turn into a hand.
Azik looked at it for a very long time. His face suddenly contorted in agony and pain as he muttered, "I seem to, seem to have cooperated with them before…"
…
Klein didn't sleep well the entire night because he didn't receive any reports from Justice or The Hanged Man, nor did he receive any reply from Mr. Azik. He kept thinking about the outcome of the incident with Qilangos.
It must've been quite a scene if Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man didn't dare to contact me recklessly… But why didn't Mr. Azik reply to my letter? Did he not get involved, or was there an accident? Did Qilangos hurt him? Klein extended his hand and covered his mouth as he yawned. He got onto the trackless carriage that headed for Zouteland Street.
"Extra! Extra! Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos killed in Backlund!
"Extra! Extra! Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos killed in Backlund!"
…
Just as the carriage was about to set off, Klein suddenly heard the paperboy, which was also one of the Emperor Roselle's inventions.
Klein was momentarily stunned as he quickly fished out a penny and bought the Tingen Morning Post. Many passengers made the same choice.
He opened the newspaper and quickly read the headline.
Pirate Qilangos shot dead by Duke's bodyguard in Backlund.
Qilangos died? Mr. Azik did it? Klein fell into deep thought and lampooned himself, As the boss behind the scenes, I actually had to find out the outcome from the newspapers…