In the room filled with the ethereal fragrance of " Amanda " hydrosol and " Eye of Spirit " potion, Capim's subordinates, Manipulation by the possessed Klein, continuously chanted the name of " The Fool ".
Amidst the monotonous yet rhythmic whispers and the alluring fragrance that made it difficult to concentrate, the man's Spirit Body gradually dissipated, leaving him in a daze yet maintaining a strange degree of clarity, as if he were undergoing self- Hypnosis.
With the "help" of Klein in his spirit form and the feedback from reciting the name of " The Fool," he gradually entered a state of " Artificial Sleepwalking." His Astral Body approached the Gray Fog at the infinite heights, and the mysterious place above the Gray Fog.
Klein seized the opportunity, ended the summoning, returned to the majestic and ancient palace, and sat in the seat belonging to " The Fool ".
He saw clear light ripple outwards from beside him, outlining the illusory figure of Capim's subordinate. The mysterious space trembled slightly due to the ritual, and some power was stirred and flowed slowly.
Klein picked up the " Black Emperor " card and made a paper figure Blink in his palm.
With a flick of his wrist, the paper figure flew out, absorbing the last bit of power that had been pried up from the Gray Fog, and transformed into a man wearing a gray-black baseball cap and a thick cotton coat, exactly like Capim's subordinate, with no difference in even his aura and senses.
The paper figure overlapped with the target's illusory form, bearing the mysterious and unknown limitations within the spirit's body in his place.
At the same time, Klein, holding the " Black Emperor " card, exuded Spirituality and touched the phantom image of Capim's subordinates outlined by clear light.
This is an application of the Mystic Elements, where weak humans gradually merge with great beings, sense corresponding knowledge, and gain wondrous Spirit Body. Unlike normal interactions, here, Klein Acting the role of the great being.
In this state of close harmony, the interaction is corresponding; humans can acquire the knowledge of the great beings, and the great beings can naturally read out the desired scenarios by asking questions.
If Klein hadn't lacked extraordinary abilities in the realm of the mind, he could have used it to plant Psychological Suggestion.
"Who are the powerful figures in the Capim Villa?" Klein asked through their interactive Spirituality connection.
The phantom transmitted the images from his memory without any resistance, making Klein feel as if he were watching a holographic movie:
The man wearing a baseball cap stood in the room with a mixture of fear and respect, in front of him was a middle-aged gentleman in a black tuxedo and a white wig.
This gentleman had a long, thin, serious face, with his lips naturally pursed, giving him an unusually cold appearance.
He followed the gold watch chain, pulled out a matching pocket watch, glanced at it, and then said in a deep voice:
Look at me.
The man in the baseball cap, not daring to disobey, raised his head and looked ahead, saying:
"Yes, Mr. Hunas."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw a pair of eyes gleaming with a strange light and heard a commanding voice:
"Keep it secret!
"We must not reveal anything we see or hear inside this villa to anyone outside."
The man in the baseball cap trembled inexplicably, feeling that he had to do as the other person instructed.
He lowered his head again and said:
"Yes, Mr. Hunas."
A man wearing a baseball cap carried an unconscious girl up the stairs to the entrance of the underground area.
There was a small, partitioned room where a burly man with a thick beard, whose exact age was impossible to discern, sat.
This burly man with a thick beard had a pair of cold, intimidating blue eyes. He was holding a fine velvet cloth and carefully wiping a complex gray-white rifle placed on the table.
The rifle was thick and long, connected to a large, matching-colored mechanical case via a pipe.
This is a high-pressure Steam rifle!
This is a military controlled item!
"Mr. Berris..." The man in the baseball cap bowed his head in greeting, already prepared.
The man in the baseball cap entered the neatly laid-out, prison-like underground building, locked the unconscious girl in one of the small rooms, and lingered over touching her sensitive areas.
He locked the door, went back into the corridor, and picked up the lantern assigned to him.
Just then, he saw a figure slowly walking towards him from the depths of the corridor at the other end.
The figure's gaze seemed to pierce through the darkness, and it carried no lighting devices.
The man in the baseball cap, using the light of the lantern, discovered that she was a woman around thirty years old.
The woman wore a brown soft hat with the top turned up in the middle, a thin white shirt and suspender trousers, and a pair of knee-high leather boots.
She had several old scars on her face, and a cruel smile always lingered on her lips.
The man in the baseball cap lowered his head in surprise and fear, and stammered out:
"Ms. Kitty..."
The woman ignored him, approaching and passing him step by step, as if he were nothing more than air.
After the woman called Kitty had left, the man in the baseball cap curled his lip and said:
"You bitch! You'd be even more wanton than a prostitute in bed!"
He straightened his hips, picked up the lantern, and left the underground area.
The man wearing a baseball cap encountered two men in the magnificent, glittering hall.
One of them was about 1.65 meters tall, a bit overweight, and had no particularly striking features, but his gaze was always unsettling. The other was a little over 1.7 meters tall, looked rather old, had some forehead wrinkles, a high nose bridge, and bright brown eyes, but didn't seem particularly intimidating.
"Mr. Capim..." the man in the baseball cap greeted the somewhat overweight middle-aged man first, then said to the other person, "Mr. Parker..."
As the first rays of dawn streamed in, the man in the baseball cap encountered the aloof middle-aged gentleman known as Mr. Hunas at the entrance to the underground area.
Hunas, wearing a white wig, glanced at him, who stood respectfully beside him, and nonchalantly extended his right palm, pointing it at the entrance to the underground area. He spoke in a dignified and deep voice:
" Confinement!"
Without a sound, the feeling around me subtly changed.
There were four Beyonder in total, at least four... The strongest should be Mr. Hunas, at least Sequence 6, maybe even Sequence 5... I don't know what method he used, it's somewhat similar to the " Black Emperor's " path... Relying on order, issuing Edict? Based on the scene just now, we can preliminarily judge that the lockdown only applies to the underground area, not the entire villa. That makes sense, people come and go during the day, once it's locked down, getting in and out will be too troublesome... I wonder if it's the same at night... Klein analyzed the information he had just obtained and asked again:
What is the overall layout of the villa?
He quickly received feedback and saw the magnificent hall, the elegant and spacious restaurant, the corridor running through the first floor, as well as the restrooms and the basement area.
Using these, Klein pieced together the general layout of Villa Capim in his mind.
Feeling Spirituality drained, he asked one last question:
"Which important figures does Capim have close ties with?"
The scene that appeared before him was the same magnificent hall from before, where half-naked girls were either crawling on their knees serving drinks to guests, or being beaten, verbally abused, and played with, or being dragged to a secluded place to be tortured.
They were all young, with pained and numb expressions. If they were even slightly slow or not enthusiastic enough, the waiters or maids of Capim would whip them.
These servants witnessed the heinous scene but felt no compassion; instead, they vied to show off and try to gain praise.
Klein spotted Capim among the guests, the aloof Mr. Hunas, the House of Commons member who frequently appeared in the newspapers Wadra, and the obese man referred to as the deputy director...
Was that a deputy commissioner of the Backlund Police Department? That's a high-ranking officer in the police force... None of the servants were any good... Well, they must have been screened in the villa; they're trustworthy... Klein rubbed his forehead, ending that intimate moment. The man in the baseball cap was just a small fry; he could only know or be involved in this much.
Even at this point, the mysterious, unknown limitation remained untouched.
Klein ended the ritual, causing the other person's figure to disappear into the Gray Fog, and then returned to the real world.
In that ethereal and dreamlike room, he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the unconscious man in the baseball cap on the floor. Based on the information he had just obtained, he analyzed the feasibility of the performance and pondered one plan after another.
Finally, Klein made up his mind and muttered to himself:
"Perhaps we don't need any help..."
"Helps would actually be a hindrance to me, making it difficult for me to escape in dangerous situations."
"The timing has to be right; it's very important."
Nearly fifty minutes later, a man wearing a black and gray baseball cap appeared in the East Borough and headed straight for the streets controlled by the Zmanger Gang.
Upon spotting several dark-skinned, lean, and fierce-looking people from the plateau, he immediately approached them, pretending not to be watching where he was going, and bumped into one of them.
"Damn it! You bunch of trash!" the man in the baseball cap cursed loudly, throwing a punch at the other man.
Those plateau locals, who were already fond of fighting, didn't back down and engaged him in a fierce brawl.
During this process, the man in the baseball cap pulled out his dagger, and the other people from the plateau also brandished their weapons.
Pfft!
During the fight, a dagger, unable to be dodged, pierced the neck of the man in the baseball cap, striking an artery.
The man in the baseball cap collapsed, bright red blood pooling around his head.
He quickly lost his life, and the illusory, transparent figure within his body vanished immediately.
Klein returned to the Gray Fog, using it as a springboard to re-enter his body, and opened his eyes in a cheap hotel in the Cherwood Borough.
He cleaned up the remaining traces and checked out of the room at the front desk.
Returning to Minsk Street, Klein once again entered the Gray Fog.
He wants to Divination a simple but crucial piece of information!
He picked up his pen and wrote down a line of words:
"It's time for Capim's dinner today."