"Okay." Klein nodded solemnly.
Inspector Faxin touched his short hair and said:
"There are some other arrangements, which I will explain in detail, and you can make your own decision."
His gaze drifted towards the living room area.
Klein politely gestured for him to enter, watched as Sheriff Faxin closed the door and went inside, then walked to the sofa and sat down.
"What's the plan?" Klein didn't take off his coat; his hands were still in his pockets.
Faxin leaned forward slightly, clasped his hands together, and said:
"You should know very well that you've offended that ambassador, and tonight or tomorrow will be your most dangerous period."
"The people above have given you three options. One is to stay at the Holy Wind Cathedral for two days. I know you are a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, but the Saint Hilan Cathedral is too far away, and there's a high chance of encountering problems on the way."
Klein nodded almost imperceptibly, waiting for the other party to give a second option.
Suddenly, his vision blurred, his mind went blank, and he felt as if a thick layer of glass had been placed around him.
He noticed that Faxin's mouth was opening and closing slowly, and realized that his own thoughts were gradually becoming sluggish.
The feeling was so familiar that Klein immediately thought of the Antigonus Family Puppet, the Sealed Artifact "2-049"!
At the time, he was repeatedly affected by similar phenomena, but was awakened by Captain Dunn Smith. In order to make others notice the abnormality in time, they kept making flexing and extending their arms!
The Antigonus Family possesses the " Seer " pathway... This person's abilities are similar to the Antigonus Family's Puppet... He is Mid-Sequence user of that " Seer " pathway... It really is him... Klein instantly realized, but by then Dunn Smith was no longer there to wake him up.
The muscles in Inspector Faxin's face began to twitch strangely, and he quickly transformed into a handsome man with black hair and blue eyes, featuring a striking face and faint stubble.
He said with a smile:
"Give me time, and this is one of the most difficult abilities to deal with below the High-Sequence."
As he spoke, Klein saw the image of the woman in the black court dress appear on the glass of the bay window.
She walked out of the glass stiffly and slowly, her pale golden hair, delicate features, and pale complexion making her look less like a living person and more like Puppet.
"I didn't expect you to be able to hire such a capable bodyguard. If I hadn't foreseen the problem Divination, I might be dead here. What exactly did you pay me? By the way, my name is Rosago." Rosago didn't turn around, smiling at Klein, but he didn't expect the other person, whom he was controlling, to answer smoothly.
Suddenly, he felt a cold wind blowing on his neck, making his hair stand on end and goosebumps appear.
It felt as if an invisible person was breathing on his neck from behind!
Rosago chuckled, raised his left hand, and snapped his fingers.
Snap!
Flames suddenly erupted behind him, and a transparent Specter burned fiercely before turning to ashes.
In Klein's view, these actions were broken down into individual frames.
It wasn't that the other person had become slower, but rather that his thoughts were becoming increasingly sluggish.
He's got me under control... Why not just... kill me... Do villains all love to chat...? No, he's not stupid... What is he hiding behind this chatter...? Klein struggled to think, searching for the problem, but the ebb and flow of his thoughts slowed uncontrollably.
He stared intently at Rosago, observing every subtle detail.
Finally, he saw a figure appear in each of Rosago's eyes: a figure composed of pale blond hair, Blue Eyes, a pale face, and a deep black Gothic court dress!
At this moment, the woman was still behind Rosago, near the bay window, walking towards them haltingly, like Puppet being Manipulation.
He hadn't truly gotten her under control yet... She was still struggling and resisting... They were locked in a tug-of-war in the realm of mystery... I needed to do something... to tip the scales... Klein turned his attention to the " Words of Filth " talisman in his left hand, its cool, slippery feel filled with an eerie vileness.
He was fortunate that he had never let his guard down and had always maintained a state of readiness to fight.
"I can only hurt myself and others in the process!" Klein mustered his strength and struggled to speak.
His vocal cords appeared to be rotting, and his throat moved with such difficulty.
He uttered the Ancient Hermes in a hoarse, slightly halting voice:
"Filthy!"
As the sound echoed, Klein felt a Corrosion pain in his left palm and heard illusory, layered, maddening murmurs in his ears.
This was a familiar situation for him and did not affect his subsequent attempts.
The attempt involved infusing the majority of one's Spirituality into the " Words of Filth " talisman, which did not require any physical coordination.
Three seconds later, the voice of the " True Creator " will descend upon the material world and enter the ear of the being closest to Him!
3!
A prelude of noisy, illusory, and evil murmurs spread instantly, sending chills down Klein's spine. His mind buzzed, and he felt his blood vessels throbbing, making it impossible for him to concentrate.
Rosago, who was only separated from him by a coffee table, suddenly looked dazed, his face puffed up, and the woman's figure in his eyes suddenly became clear.
"2!"
The pale woman in the black court dress behind him quickened her movements, but then frowned, revealing a pained expression.
At this moment, Klein felt the effects lessen as he wished, regained his smooth thinking, and found that his joints were once again filled with "lubricant"!
Having endured countless bouts of delirium, he suppressed his madness and pain, and with a swift, forceful motion, hurled the " Words of Filth " talisman from his left palm at Rosago opposite him.
"1!"
The iron-black talisman, adorned with numerous symbolic marks and eerie patterns, melted away. Rosago, having just regained some composure and attempting to lunge to the side, was met with a dense, dark aura and heard a delirious murmur imbued with profound knowledge and extreme madness.
No human could describe the sound precisely; all the blood vessels in Rosago's head bulged as if they were about to explode.
He rolled to the ground, Distortion and struggling, his skin cracking open inch by inch, revealing the flesh beneath.
At the same time, Klein, who had not directly heard the voice of the " True Creator," and the woman with light gold hair and blue eyes also collapsed, unable to bear it any longer, each letting out a scream, as if someone had inserted an iron rod into their temple.
Their eyes suddenly became bloodshot, and bright red liquid dripped from their noses. They could neither see anything nor perceive the outside world.
Klein, who was more experienced, was the first to recover. He staggered and struggled to his feet, and saw Rosago tearing his clothes, peeling off his skin, and exposing all his flesh and veins.
He was like a legendary red Monster being skinned alive, writhing and groaning in pain, seemingly about to lose control.
Klein didn't wait for the outcome because he couldn't bear the possibility that the other party would benefit and become a devout follower of the " True Creator ".
He believed that the evil god must also be filled with rage towards him.
Klein drew his revolver, adjusted the firing mechanism, took two steps forward, walked around to the coffee table, and pressed the muzzle against Rosago's head.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dressed in a black double-breasted long dress, he stared at the enemy, fired five shots in quick succession, watched as the enemy's head swelled and tilted back, watched as the enemy's head exploded, splattering red, white, and black blood all over the ground.
Captain, thank you for your previous demonstrations... Klein lowered his revolver, panting heavily, a smile appearing on his face.
Before him, Rosago's headless corpse swayed and fell backward beside the sofa.
Only then did the woman in the black Gothic court dress slowly stop screaming, and her rolling and struggling movements slowed down, but her skin seemed to have become much more transparent.
Seeing that the flesh and blood on Rosago's corpse were still writhing, Klein did not hesitate to take out his self-made " Requiem Charm " and use it.
In a state of calm and tranquility, the corpse finally came to a standstill.
Witnessing this scene, Klein had a sudden thought, took out another talisman, and whispered:
"Crimson!"
Then, he infused the talisman with a touch of Spirituality and tossed it toward his bodyguard and the pale-faced woman with light gold hair.
The soporific power spread outwards, and the woman, still weakened and affected by the lingering sound, suddenly became quiet and fell into a deep sleep.
Klein, still feeling uneasy, added another " Sleeping Charm," fearing the other party might disrupt his next attempt.
15 Minsk Street returned to its usual quiet at night. This time nothing was damaged, only the ground was slightly soiled, due to the strange and Concealment nature of the three-way struggle.
Klein glanced at Rosago's corpse, then at the sleeping bodyguard, and chuckled self-deprecatingly:
"There are some benefits to frequently engaging in reckless behavior; at least it can build up some immunity."
He did not rush to attempt Spirit Channeling ritual because Rosago was now corrupted by the " True Creator," and direct Spirit Channeling would be tantamount to suicide.
But that doesn't mean Klein has no solution. He plans to go to the Gray Fog to communicate with the Spirit Channeling, taking Rosago with him!
With his current spiritual level, even with the reinforcement of the Azik Copper Whistle, he couldn't move the portable camera, let alone a corpse that was several times heavier. But Spirit Channeling isn't about communicating with a corpse; it's about communicating with the remaining Spirituality of the other person!
Klein took out candles, quickly set up a ritual, summoned himself, and responded to himself, transforming into a special spirit.
After becoming a spirit, he saw Rosago's vague and indistinct remnants of his Spirituality, and discovered that his bodyguard's physical condition was somewhat strange, quite similar to his current state, yet also very different.
Klein wasted no time thinking. Carrying the Azik Copper Whistle and enveloping Rosago's remaining Spirituality, he entered the Gray Fog.
After conjuring the appropriate ritual items and setting up a simple altar, Klein quickly began the Spirit Channeling ritual.
During this process, he was astonished to discover that he no longer needed to pray to anyone; he could Spirit Channeling directly, just like a real " Spirit Channeling medium"!
Hmph... Is this my special access to the mysterious space above the Gray Fog? A thought flashed through Klein's mind, and he recited the Divination incantation:
" Potion recipes using the ' Seer ' pathway."