Besides the fact that the "Magician" potion had already been fully digested, and his belief that Mr. "The Tower" would definitely deal with the "Desire Apostle," Abner had also more or less grasped some of Klein's other thoughts:
For example, he did not want to expose, for the time being, that "The World" was Sherlock Moriarty.
After all, his "fame" preceded him. Once the gentleman thief "Black Emperor" appeared and intercepted the "Desire Apostle," it would be easy for the members of the Tarot Club to make the connection and place Detective Sherlock Moriarty under scrutiny.
Though there was no need for him to guess at all, nor would he ever doubt it... because there was no need!
After inwardly grumbling a few times, Abner raised the exquisite card in one hand and shouted in Ancient Feysac, "Blue-Eyes White Dragon!"
In an instant, a dragon skeleton more than ten meters long appeared in the sewers. It lay prone on the ground, blue flames flickering within its eye sockets.
If not for the Bone Dragon being an undead creature capable of turning its body ethereal, the sewers would not have had enough height or width to contain it.
At the same time, a set of silver armor appeared around Abner's body. Over it was a hooded robe, and draped behind him was the Alchemical Life that resembled a Cloak.
He leaped onto the Bone Dragon's back and controlled it to meet the "Desire Apostle," who was about to flee this way.
Elsewhere, the "Desire Apostle" had no choice but to stop because his injuries could no longer be suppressed. He pressed himself against the damp wall and icy pipes, trying his best to restrain the bloodlust and desire to kill in his heart.
Huff, huff. His shadow-like body, now only