In the dark sewers, Klein wiped his neck, then turned his attention back to Lanarvus's shattered head and headless corpse, and back to the two tarot cards stuck in the other's eyes.
He originally intended to retrieve all the "throwing knives" he had thrown and erase the corresponding clues, but he discovered a very real and serious problem.
That is, he lacks dark vision.
He was able to traverse the pitch-black sewers at breakneck speed and engage in fierce combat with Lanarvus thanks to his Spirit Vision!
He could see the color of Lanarvus's aura, the Spirituality radiance of various creatures, and vaguely grasp the places they "illuminated," thereby discerning the path.
Unfortunately, the tarot deck he's using now isn't the one from the Nighthawks team; it lacks the Spirituality silver patterns and is quite ordinary, without any distinguishing features.
In this environment, Klein could use his aura and Spirituality radiance to discern the outlines of things within a very small area around him, but he couldn't see the playing cards stuck in the walls and scattered around him from a distance. He and Lanarvus had been fighting fiercely all the way, and they hadn't been confined to any one place.
Of course, he believed that given enough time, finding all the tarot cards he had thrown out wouldn't be too difficult. The real problem was that the Nighthawks and the military personnel on the airship who were chasing Lanarvus might arrive in the next minute!
I can't be careless about this... I've been wearing gloves the whole time... This tarot deck was bought before I came to Backlund, it's the nationally standardized one... I basically never use it... Even if I carry it with me, it's mostly kept with Mr. Azik's brass whistle... No matter what method they use, it's difficult to locate me through them, at most they can reconstruct part of the battle scene, and I have a mask on my face, and shoes with platform shoes... Various thoughts Blink through my mind, and Klein quickly made a decision.
He turned to Lanarvus's headless corpse, crouched down, and stretched out his right hand, gloved in black, to quickly search for any belongings left on the body.
Klein had no intention of performing Spirit Channeling ritual. Firstly, the feeling of the evil god's descent had left a deep impression on him, and he dared not blindly communicate with Lanarvus's spirit unless he took it above the Gray Fog. Secondly, given that the Nighthawks and military personnel could arrive at any time, he did not feel that there would be enough time to set up the ritual, summon himself, have himself respond, and then Spirit Channeling above the Gray Fog.
"Give up when you should..." Klein muttered to himself, withdrawing his hand from Lanarvus's body.
The crazed conman fled in apparent haste, without cash, materials, or talismans, carrying only a badge the size of an eyeball close to his body, from which a faint, subtle Spirituality glow shone quietly.
Klein wasn't worried about the item being located, because he planned to throw it onto the Gray Fog later to study it slowly. So, he straightened up and put the badge into his pocket.
He glanced at Lanarvus's corpse, and without waiting for the Beyonder Characteristic to be extracted, he took out the remaining tarot cards with his left hand, which was gloved in black.
Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his left arm, placing his palm directly above the body of Lanarvus.
Suddenly, Klein released his grip, letting the tarot cards fall like leaves onto the headless corpse. Some of them were face up, painted with pictures and numbers, while others had dark red backs with faint patterns.
After doing all this, Klein took out the Azik Copper Whistle and tossed it a few times before running into the depths of the sewers without looking back.
Almost two minutes later, a group of figures finally found the place. Some of them were wearing thick black trench coats, while others were dressed in well-designed and tailored military-style uniforms.
The leader was Crestet Cesimir, carrying a Pure White sword. His red gloves were covered in dust, and his resolute face showed obvious fatigue and weakness.
They stopped a few meters from the body and, with the aid of their dark vision, saw Lanarvus's corpse and his head against the wall.
Two tarot cards were stuck in his head, one was "The Emperor" and the other was " The Wheel of Fortune ".
The headless corpse was covered with more playing cards, depicting "the chariot driven by the victor," "a hermit in a robe and carrying a lantern," " the Death riding a white horse and wearing armor," as well as more Grail and Wand number cards.
The surrounding walls and floor were also covered with Tarot cards such as " The Devil and the Judgement of the Sun " either stuck in the wall or lying on the floor.
It all looked like the scene of some bizarre ritual, with Lanarvus being the sacrifice destined to be offered.
Crestet Cesimir took a silent breath, his brow furrowing deeply. The Beyonder around him were momentarily stunned by the terrifying yet mysterious scene in the darkness.
After getting away from the scene of Lanarvus's death, Klein quickly found an exit and left. He tore off his Clown mask and strode towards the East Borough in the shadow of the gas lamps.
Prior to this, he had already cleaned the stains on the soles of the shoes.
He only breathed a slight sigh of relief after entering the East Borough and arriving at Black Palm Street. Then, in his rented one-bedroom apartment, he quickly performed a ritual of summoning and responding to himself.
In his spirit form, Klein moved the entire outfit he was wearing that night, along with the remaining talismans, herbs, and essential oils, and the badge he had obtained from Lanarvus, onto the Gray Fog, and burned away the corresponding clues with Spirituality flames.
He breathed a sigh of relief, finally having a moment to take a look at what the badge he had obtained from Lanarvus looked like.
This badge is only the size of an eyeball, with symbols of Fate and Concealment engraved on the front, and a circle of small, tightly packed Ancient Hermes inscriptions on the back:
"With this item, you can join."
What does that mean? Is Lanarvus a member of some Concealment organization? Klein rubbed his temples. Exhausted both physically and mentally, and with the timing not being right, he decisively abandoned the research, deciding to ponder it again after the Tarot Gathering.
He quickly left the mysterious space above the Gray Fog, changed into another set of clothes, and removed the disguise he had worn earlier.
However, he didn't rush back to Minsk Street, planning to sleep until the next morning before leaving, because moving around on the street after midnight would easily attract attention, especially given the incident that had just occurred.
Lying on the bed, Klein gazed at the night sky outside the window as the Moonlight faded, and his mind gradually calmed down.
After completing his initial revenge, he felt he had shed a huge burden and lost much of his repression. Compared to the period before, his mental state was significantly better.
" Ince Zangwill and the Sealed Artifact '0-08' are beyond my current capabilities, and the gap between us is enormous. Only by becoming High-Sequence powerhouse, Demigod- like being, will I be qualified to get involved in this matter... Until I advance to Sequence 4, I will pretend they don't exist..."
"Yes, my goal for the foreseeable future is to improve myself. I have now completely digested the ' Clown ' Potion, and once I gather all the extraordinary materials, I will be able to advance to the ' Magician ' level."
"After that, there's the ' Faceless,' the ' Marionettist,' and the corresponding Sequence 4 whose name I don't yet know."
"Apart from that, just be a normal Detective."
Klein felt at peace, his thoughts wandering as he considered his plans for the coming period. He was no longer so anxious or stressed.
As he pondered, a slight smile crept onto his lips, and he murmured to himself:
"Captain, Benson, Melissa, you'd probably prefer to see me like this..."
Just as dawn was breaking, a group of people dressed Doctor, wearing surgical caps and white masks, arrived at the entrance of the Dockworkers' Association dormitory.
The elderly man at the head of the group, who looked very experienced, said to the confused and bewildered guests:
"An infectious disease has been discovered in your house, and a man named Kevin has already died from it."
"We will provide free treatment. There is a specific treatment for this infectious disease; as long as you take it in time, you will be fine."
" Kevin?" The guests exclaimed in surprise, looking around for their colleague named Kevin, but found nothing.
That was Lanarvus's alias.
Seeing that the charitable medical organization was accompanied by familiar police officers, the guests no longer had any doubts and began to nervously line up to receive their medication.
The first was a middle-aged man with a large beard. He was very nervous, asking all sorts of questions, afraid that one bottle of medicine wouldn't be enough to fight the highly contagious disease.
Only when the Doctor showed signs of impatience did he tilt his head back and drink the bottle of azure-blue miracle drug.
Then, he was helped to the side and his mouth was positioned over a hole of the same size.
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
The man suddenly felt nauseous and vomited violently, expelling a clump of sour, bloody substance.
He was about to prop himself up and move his eyes to see what he had vomited when two strong nurses forcibly pulled him away.
The mouth-sized hole was located on a dark, iron-black metal barrel. The bottom of the barrel was dark and deep, with almost no light.
And right there, lying quietly, was a pool of yellowish-green liquid, with a small piece of bloody flesh in the center, covered with fine black hairs!
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
One by one, the customer service staff took the medication and vomited painfully in front of different metal containers.
Inside the Earl Hall's luxurious villa in Queens Borough.
"Why are you visiting so early?" Audrey glanced at the sky outside, then looked at Viscount Glaint in front of her.
Glaint looked around and only spotted a large golden retriever crouching nearby, so he lowered his voice and said:
"I was originally planning to go to the racetrack, but I ran into Cons on the way. He told me something really interesting, and since I was going to be passing by anyway, I thought I'd share it with you."
"What is it?" Audrey asked with interest.
Glaint answered without paying attention to his word choice:
"You've probably heard of the Aurora Order, right? The Aurora Order that assassinated Intis. They were caught, several key members died, and a very big plot failed as a result."
I thought it involved the divinity of the " True Creator." Hugh and the others had someone report it yesterday evening, and the operation was scheduled for tonight... Wait, the Aurora Order seems to worship the " True Creator "! Audrey's eyes lit up, and she asked demurely:
What are you plotting?
"I don't know," Cons wouldn't say. He only told me that the person in charge of this scheme was a former wanted conman named Lanarvus. Glaint spread his right palm.
Sure enough... Audrey nodded almost imperceptibly, and asked without hiding her curiosity:
"Has he been caught?"
"He's dead, but not at the hands of our men." Glaint paused, then continued, "That's what I meant by interesting. When his body was found, it was covered in tarot cards, and all around him too. Imagine that scene..."
Tarot cards? The corpse was covered with many tarot cards? Audrey was taken aback at first, then "realized":
This was done by our " Tarot Club "!
This was done by Mr. The Fool's Blessed!
P. S.: I recommend a book. The author is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor—no, a gynecological expert—no, those were his former professions; now he's an author. The book is titled "Ghosts Ahead." The synopsis is: This world has ghosts, and it also has gods. But now, all the gods are dead! In this time of old gods' demise and new gods' ascension, it's also a time of revelry for demons and ghosts, a chance to turn the tables...