Lanclus. The name sent a chill down Klein's spine.
Klein was not surprised that divine blood could be squeezed out of Lanclus, because Mr. Devil had previously said that Lanclus carried the divinity of the True Creator and was about to become a vessel for the True Creator's descent.
What truly made his back go cold was that Mr. Devil had traded this vial of divine blood to him!
Since Mr. Devil could obtain this vial of divine blood, it meant he knew where Lanclus was. Yet there was still no news of Lanclus being captured.
What did that mean?
Was he unable to say it, or unwilling to say it?
In Klein's heart, although Mr. Devil possessed many methods and was suspected of possessing a high-ranking Mysterious Item, his actual level was still between Sequence Nine and Sequence Eight. Faced with Lanclus, who had been possessed by the True Creator, he clearly had no ability to contend against him.
Yet he had not tried to report it or notify The Fool. Did that mean Mr. Devil had already been corrupted by the True Creator?
But if he had been corrupted, why would he sell the True Creator's blood to him? For a fanatic believer, such a blasphemous act should have been impossible, right?
The more Klein thought about it, the more confused he became. But at that moment, he suddenly saw that the Crimson Star belonging to Mr. Devil had begun expanding and contracting once more.
"Mr. Devil is having dinner a little early today..."
With a suspicious expression, Klein spread his spirituality out and touched the star. Once again, he saw Sno's somewhat blurry figure. He was seated at a dining table, his hands clasped beneath his chin as he softly recited:
"Thank you, Fool, for granting me