In the single suite temporarily assigned to him, Klein cautiously inspected every corner, put away his rather meager luggage, and only then sat down on the edge of the bed.
When "Admiral of Stars" Cattleya had just told him that she would arrange separate rooms for him and Angel, he had briefly considered refusing. After all, the two of them had shared a bed almost every night over the past few months and had long grown accustomed to each other's presence.
However, although the Future belonged to "the Hermit" of the Tarot Club, that did not mean it was absolutely safe. Klein therefore agreed to stay separately and cautiously spend the first night, avoiding being wiped out by some "accident."
We did the same thing aboard the Blue Avenger. Fortunately, Angel understood what I meant and didn't refuse... He thought this with relief as he undid his neatly pressed double-breasted formal suit, took out his various Mystical Items, Charms, and spare ammunition one by one, and placed them on the table.
Among them were Mr. Azik's copper whistle and the paper crane that came from Will Auceptin. Originating from the power of an Angel, they could resist most forms of mystical probing.
Then there was the Biological Toxin Bottle, the Fire Seed Glove, and other Mystical Items that did not need to be carried around.
Klein kept only Creeping Hunger to deal with possible attacks. As long as this Mystical Item was not activated, it had no side effects. Compared with the others, it was already much better.
At this thought, his throat began to itch, and he could not help coughing once.
Oh no. I've carried the Biological Toxin Bottle for more than two hours. I'm starting to get sick... He touched his forehead and found that he did