In a flash, Klein suddenly switched places with his personal servant Enuni in the next room.
About 150 meters from the main house of the manor, under the grapevines, a centipede that was slowly crawling suddenly stiffened, then relaxed.
Almost simultaneously, its figure vanished from the spot, Dawn Dantès, appeared.
Klein has switched places with the Marionette again!
He decided to use this method to covertly track Qonas Kilgor and find out where he was going and what he was planning to do.
Although this means that a single " Blink " can only reach 150 meters, and each "activation" requires a two- or three-second interval due to the Marionettization process, it is still sufficiently stealthy and makes very little noise compared to " Flame Jump " and " Travel Teleportation," making it difficult for Qonas Kilgor to detect.
You must understand, that's a Demigod. Even if he's not particularly skilled in areas like Spirituality intuition, he's still Demigod, and you absolutely cannot underestimate him!
Similarly, the reason Klein didn't rely on " Creeping Hunger " to Hide in Shadows was because while such tracking might be discreet, it would be too slow to catch up with a Demigod.
Under the deep darkness of night, from the Megro Manor to the Tussock River, the rats, snakes, spiders, and river fish that scurried among the tree roots and roamed among the rocks gradually became stiff and their movements sluggish.
One after another, the Marionette were transformed, and Klein used them to " Blink " without making a sound, quickly arriving at the Tussock River and catching up with Qonas Kilgor, maintaining a distance of nearly 1 kilometer.
For the " Bizarro Sorcerer," even if the Marionette escapes his Manipulation range, it won't immediately break free of the controlled state and die on the spot. Without the " Bizarro Sorcerer's " own consciousness to catalyze the process, it's quite slow, taking nearly ten minutes. Therefore, Klein isn't worried at all about losing " Winner " Enuni, who's lying in his bed, because of the tracking. As long as he can return within ten minutes, he can continue to Manipulation the Marionette.
Silently, Klein followed Qonas Kilgor upstream along the Tussock River, through a dense forest, and climbed the mountain peak beside the river.
Just then, Qonas Kilgor, suddenly stopped, examined his surroundings, and gradually expanded the area around him, as if marking out his territory.
Seeing this, Klein didn't dare to linger. He immediately Marionette Swap and retreated continuously, creating a distance of nearly 3 kilometers between himself and the major general deputy director of Military Intelligence Section 9.
At the same time, he voluntarily relinquished control over the Marionette ahead, so the deaths of a few small insects would not arouse suspicion.
This is all too common in the suburbs and in the mountains!
Nast, the " King of the Five Seas," can create a favorable battle environment for himself. Could Qonas Kilgor, Demigod of the " Black Emperor " pathway, be able to carve out an area, Tampering, add to, or utilize certain rules so that a tracker would be immediately exposed upon entering, making it impossible to hide? It's very possible! Klein cautiously took out a gold coin from his pajama pocket, letting it spin and bounce between his fingers.
This time, he deliberately controlled his strength, and there was no clanging sound. The gold coin flew up silently, then fell back down and landed in his palm.
Klein didn't need to lower his head; the state of the gold coin was already naturally reflected in his mind:
The king's portrait is facing upwards!
This means that something unusual has happened in the area ahead, and there is a high risk!
As expected of a Demigod, such abilities are truly enviable... But do you think you can escape my "tracking" like this? Klein scoffed inwardly, retreated several dozen meters, found an unusually secluded spot, and transformed himself into Gehrman Sparrow.
Then, he clasped his hands together, brought them to his lips, and whispered:
" The Blessed of the sea and the Spirit World, the Protector of the Rorsted Archipelago, the Ruler of Undersea Creatures, the Master of Tsunamis and Storms, the great Kavithua..."
After finishing his prayer, Klein immediately took four steps backward, came to the Gray Fog, sat down in the position of " The Fool," and beckoned to the white bone staff with a circle of blue-green gems inlaid at the top.
Then, using the light of his prayers and the response of the " Sea God Scepter " to the believers, he saw the situation in the area where Gehrman Sparrow was located.
He then raised his perspective to bring the surrounding scenery into view, and from this point, he expanded his view to 5 nautical miles in all directions. This was the limit of the range that the " Sea God Scepter " could observe through the prayers of believers.
In this way, the area that Qonas Kilgor had demarcated, where nothing could escape his senses, came into Klein's line of sight.
Inside the warehouse in the Dock Borough, where a lot of goods were stored.
"Love..." Trissy chuckled softly, then her figure suddenly faded, taking on the luster of a lake at night.
In an instant, she was enveloped and bound tightly by layers of spider silk from the " Demoness of Unaging " Katarina Pelle, turning her into an illusory mirror.
It was a full-length mirror taller than a person, its interior shimmering with water and emitting a dim, eerie light, like a gateway to another world.
At this moment, it doesn't reflect the scene in front of it; instead, it outlines a room.
The room was dimly lit and gloomy, with the bed and furniture cut into countless neat little pieces, scattered everywhere. Only the central area was spotless, without even a speck of dust.
Trissy stood there, dressed in a somber, dark black dress, her hair flowing smoothly down her back and swaying gently in the wind, making her face appear exceptionally pale, like a female ghost from folklore.
She wasn't actually there; instead, she used that illusory mirror to project her image and power from an unknown distance, making it appear as if it were real!
Therefore, she was not at all alarmed by being controlled and hunted.
Upon seeing this, Katarina Pelle, did not hesitate for a moment and immediately let out a Scream.
As the invisible sound waves spread rapidly, her hair also floated up, each strand distinct, thick, and tinged with a dull gray-white color.
The ethereal, deep full-length mirror suddenly shook violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.
In the messy room it illuminated, the pieces of the bed, desk, and chair had all turned grayish-white and lost their luster, like stones one after another.
Before Trissy, the brown floor turned into gray-white stones and rapidly extended toward the only human in the room, like a surging tide.
Trissy did not attempt to resist; instead, she turned around, waving her arms behind her, and lunged towards the open window.
In mid-air, invisible spider silk belonging to her emerged, all of it dimming and evolving towards gray and white.
At the same time, cracks appeared one after another on the dark and deep full-length mirror, and with a phantom cracking sound, it disintegrated and disappeared.
However, before the full-length mirror completely disappeared, a strange reverse flow of grayish-white color appeared in the completely petrified room, condensing into a human figure.
The figure was dressed in a simple, pure white robe, with glossy black hair and a pair of blue eyes that seemed both mature and innocent, deep and childlike. She was none other than the " Demoness of Unaging " Katarina who had just been in the warehouse!
As the eerie light dissipated, Viscount Stratford could no longer see what was happening in the room "opposite".
He withdrew his gaze and turned to Shermane beside him, his expression becoming slightly complicated before returning to normal.
" Trissy is truly patient; she spent months cultivating a new Witch just to deal with me," Viscount Stratford chuckled, shaking his head. "What exactly does she want you to get from me?"
At this moment, with the loss of contact with Trissy, the spider silk surrounding Shermane has loosened, no longer able to bind her or restrict her movements.
The beautiful young woman answered blankly, her eyes vacant:
"She made me figure out who you're truly loyal to."
Before Viscount Stratford could speak, a hint of something unreadable flickered in her eyes, and she hesitated before asking:
"Of all the things you said to me and the promises you made, how many were true?"
Viscount Stratford paused for a moment, then chuckled and said:
"You're probably the silliest, most naive Witch I've ever met..."
Shermane's expression froze on her face, and the light that had finally returned to her eyes gradually dimmed again.
Outside the warehouse, in another direction, Hugh and Fors were hiding in the shadows, observing a quiet target area.
They came here following Viscount Stratford!
Their patient waiting did indeed pay off, as they discovered that the head of the palace guard had left the mansion late at night and headed to the Dock Borough near the Backlund Bridge.
Using Hugh's " Sheriff " abilities, they tracked him down from a distance and confirmed that Viscount Stratford had entered the warehouse to the side.
In addition, they noticed that Viscount Stratford was not in good condition and seemed to be injured.
"Actually, we had a chance to make a move on the way..." Fors murmured, gazing at the warehouse door.
Hugh said without turning his head:
"But you yourself said that you felt things weren't that simple and wanted to wait a little longer."
"This could be an ' Astrologer's' intuition, or it could be a sign of procrastination..." Fors said with a self-deprecating laugh.
They said nothing more, fell silent once more, and continued to wait patiently.
Just then, black flames suddenly burst into flame on the rammed earth in front of them.
The strange flames rapidly multiplied, skimming the ground and tracing a line of Loen language:
"The opportunity you've been longing for has arrived."
Hugh and Fors ' pupils dilated simultaneously, then they looked at each other, unsure how to react or what to say.
"What should we do?" After a few seconds, Fors finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked.