After watching the butler Walter leave the second floor, Klein entered the dining room and looked around. He noticed that the male and female servants were much more energetic than usual, and even seemed a little restless.
"Indeed, the ' Staff of Life ' does affect humans, though not as dramatically, remaining within a relatively normal and acceptable range... Following this logic, the servants' reproductive abilities must be enhanced; the only problem is that they have no mates, so this effect cannot be observed..."
"Hmm... Will Mr. Butler's return home today result in multiple children in nine to ten months...? His wife is almost forty, and giving birth in this day and age is a bit dangerous. Of course, as the other party in reproduction, the effects of the ' Staff of Life ' will spread, so there shouldn't be any problems..."
"Hiss, I wonder if the potential impact will make it easier to conceive Dawn Dantès. If the birth rate on Böklund Street increases significantly after Dawn Dantes moves in, then my reputation is doomed..." Klein's thoughts wandered aimlessly, finally settling on two points in his mind:
The " Staff of Life " is indeed very eerie!
From now on, I'll only be allowed to spend a limited time in the real world each day, and I'll try my best not to disturb the people around me!
After breakfast, Klein, accompanied by his personal servant Enuni, went downstairs to the first floor, preparing to go for a walk.
At this moment, two second-class maids were cleaning the hall.
"Good morning, sir." Upon seeing Dawn Dantès approach, the two maids immediately stood up, made way for him, and greeted him.
Of course, if they are in a more secluded corner, they will try not to make any noise so as not to disturb their employer, a lesson learned from the butler, Walter.
Klein nodded slightly in response and slowly approached the door.
At that moment, the two maids suddenly noticed an ear of wheat stuck in Enuni's head, its grains plump, golden, and tempting.
Before they could examine it closely, the personal servant seemed to sense something was amiss. He raised his right hand and ripped off the ear of wheat with considerable force.
The two maids exchanged a glance, somewhat surprised and amused.
They assumed that when Enuni accompanied Mr. Dantès to the Megro Manor, she had accidentally gotten a few ears of wheat on herself and carried them all the way back to 160 Böklund Street, letting them scatter in hard-to-clean places in her room, such as under her pillow. Then, last night, while sleeping, she dreamt that she pushed her pillow away, and a single ear of wheat rolled into her hair, which she didn't find during her morning routine.
Although this process is complex and not easy to achieve, it at least has a certain probability.
"It couldn't have been Enuni who sprouted a wheat stalk on its own..." the two maids muttered to themselves, and continued with their work.
After leaving 160 Böklund Street, Klein and Enuni walked slowly, one after the other, under the Intis plane trees whose leaves were beginning to turn yellow, breathing in the relatively crisp autumn air.
Like him, some of his neighbors also take morning walks.
Of course, this is not the custom of Backlund's high society. Last year, the smog was still severe, and the air was quite pungent. No one wanted to waste time on the streets in the cold wind and dampness.
As neighbors, they would naturally greet each other upon meeting. As they passed each other, a Lawyer caught a glimpse of Dawn Dantès's personal valet raising his hand to cover his mouth and nose, as if he were yawning.
After the mixed-race young man lowered his right hand, the Lawyer suddenly noticed something different:
His nose seems more prominent...
"Haha, I must be thinking about this kind of thing too much, to the point that I'm hallucinating..."
"I wish my nose bridge were a little more prominent..."
As the Lawyer pondered this, he raised his hand to rub his nose. At the same time, he saw two Wild Dog chasing each other ahead, attempting to breed in the street.
After his walk, Klein returned to the living room on the third floor and placed the " Staff of Life " on the Gray Fog.
"It does have some effect. The ' Bizarro Sorcerer ' focuses on creating terrifying scenes to scare people and using bizarre methods to instill fear... This really is a bit like a 'director,' only a horror movie director..."
"Well, it doesn't necessarily have to be truly frightening... There are terrifying scenes hidden in the peaceful daily life, and the people around them are completely unaware. It's only when they occasionally make connections and think deeply that they are afraid of certain possibilities, to the point that they dare not turn off the lights and have nightmares. That's also a kind of horror movie..." Klein examined his own state, summarized and summarized his experience from the past few months, and finally condensed it into the keyword "horror movie director".
Having understood this, he had many ideas on how to quickly digest the Potion.
This requires him not only to eliminate the enemy, but also to give the enemy the treatment of a protagonist or important supporting character in a horror movie!
"This is troublesome. For Demigod- level target, I definitely have to go all out; I don't have time for fancy tricks... Hmm, there's no need to specifically target Demigod. There's no such restriction in Acting; I can simply ' Teleportation ' to the sea, find some lucky pirates to 'participate,' and create some horror stories..."
"Yes, since I'm the director, I need to ensure my 'work' is passed down! It seems I still need to let some of the 'actors' escape each time, spreading their nightmares and creating corresponding sea legends. I can't let them all be fed to the ' Creeping Hunger '..." Klein was formulating his plan when a question suddenly occurred to him:
Of the terrifying legends that have gained some popularity in the Northern Continent and the oceans, how many were deliberately created by " Bizarro Sorcerer "?
"There must be some... sigh, if Amon were to Acting the ' Bizarro Sorcerer,' he'd probably digest the Potion in less than a month. His talent in this area is simply amazing, and he doesn't really consider the consequences... Actually, while finding pirates to 'shoot horror movies,' he could also find opportunities to scare other Demigod. He doesn't necessarily have to fight them to the death; once the goal is achieved, he can leave..." Klein's thoughts shifted, and he came up with a supplementary Acting plan.
So, he began to seriously consider his goal:
"I definitely can't hire anyone who's Angel or higher. If I'm not familiar with them, they'll turn me into a horror movie character on the spot, the kind where I'll die. If they are familiar with me, they know I'm a ' Bizarro Sorcerer,' so they won't be able to scare me..."
"Among the Saint, there are many whose whereabouts I do not know. Frightening the archbishops could easily trigger unnecessary follow-up reactions, leading to greater tensions in the world and an earlier outbreak of war..."
"Well, after eliminating them all, the most suitable targets are actually that fanatical Demigod Patrick Bryan, the Artificial Death Faction the Spirituality Religion, the council members of Will Auceptin's Life Council, and..."
Having finalized the list, Klein decided to take some time in the next couple of days to visit Allen Kreis Doctor, bring some ice cream for the baby, and ask where those "senators" were all these days.
To intimidate someone's subordinates, you always need the speaker's approval!
Having sorted out his thoughts, Klein felt much better. He went out again, prayed and made a donation at Saint Samuel Cathedral, and then stayed at the " Loen Charity Bursary Foundation " until noon.
In the afternoon, he met with several businessmen seeking investment, as well as professional Lawyer and accountants, behaving like a normal wealthy man.
After filling his stomach and returning to his semi-open room with its large balcony, Klein was considering whether to visit Allen Kreis 'Doctor house directly the next day or invite them to dinner at Serenzo Restaurant, which had excellent ice cream, when suddenly an Spirit Intuition struck him.
He turned his head and, unsurprised, saw the messenger girl emerge from the void carrying four blonde, red-eyed heads.
One of the heads was biting a letter.
"Who sent it?" Klein asked, already somewhat used to it and expectant.
Since he hadn't received the message yet, Reinette Tinekerr could only reply with three heads:
"The... King of Fools..."
Patrick Bryan? This nickname even has an evolution part? Klein reached out and took the letter, opened it, and found that it was indeed from that fanatical Demigod of the Artificial Death Faction the Spirituality Religion.
He wrote in the letter:
"... I have prepared the special ceremony to help my teacher, Heitel, recover further. Your Blessed, if I have your permission, I will hold it at dawn tomorrow..."
The ritual pointing to the Angel Heitel? The Spirituality Religion's Artificial Death Faction can no longer avoid Patrick's provocation... This can be interfered with using the " Paper Angel "... Perfect... Klein flicked his wrist and burned the letter.
Then, he took out a piece of paper and wrote down his reply:
"Yes, but please be careful."
In the quiet of the night, nearing midnight, inside an empty factory at a garment factory in the St. George Borough.
A clearing had been cleared out, where nearly ten mysterious figures dressed in long black robes and wearing hoods stood.
In the center of them was a dark, heavy-looking coffin, surrounded by gold ornaments bearing traces of dirt, several candles flickering with pale flames, and skulls.
These grotesque white skulls include some from humans, some from animals, and some are extremely strange, with a deformed appearance that makes it impossible to imagine what they originally looked like.
The skulls were stacked the most at the front, and that's where Patrick Bryan was standing.
He had also changed into a black robe, but he didn't pull up the hood, revealing a face with sharp features, black hair, brown eyes, and a rather thin and long face.
Before the Demigod had done anything, the surroundings had become extremely cold and gloomy, as if countless unseen creatures were reveling in the festivities.
As Patrick Bryan raised his right hand, the hooded followers began a slightly twitching, rather frenzied, and highly rhythmic dance.
This is " Spirit Dance," a ritual method favored by Death. The stronger the dancer's Spirituality, the better the effect.
As the dance intensified and a cold, invisible wind blew from the coffin, Patrick Bryan lowered his head and chanted in a language that seemed to originate from the Underworld:
"The King of the Deepest Hell "
" The Angel who plays the symphony of death;"
"The ruler of the River of Eternal Darkness."
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