Wearing a jet-black crown and covered in solid armor, Klein stood at the doorway, paused for a few seconds, and then stepped forward.
His almost tangible body passed silently through the gate and into Capim's villa.
What first appeared before him was a spacious foyer furnished with numerous chairs and coat racks, behind which lay a magnificent hall with gold as the main color scheme.
There was no ceiling; you could see directly into the three-story-high dome, where a huge crystal chandelier hung down, with a pure white candle standing on each of the "petals."
Turn left from the lobby, and pass through a heavy door to find the elegant restaurant, where the aroma of roasted meat is the most intense, overpowering the smells of alcoholic beverages and other foods.
Klein didn't rush into the restaurant. He first circled the outside halfway, occasionally reaching out to pull on the gray-white gas pipes, seemingly experimenting with the power of the spirit carrying the " Black Emperor " card and how strong its interference with real matter was.
--During his time as " The Seer " and " The Clown," Klein's spirit form, besides being able to Divination and having intuition, only possessed two types of magical abilities: directly attacking the soul and freezing the target upon touch. After being promoted to " The Magician," he could also use several extraordinary abilities that did not rely on his physical body in his spirit form, such as Paper Figurine Substitute and Air Bullet.
In addition, he began to possess other people and perform initial Manipulation.
With the enhancement of the " Black Emperor " card, his spiritual power increased, and he could carry more matter. His spell-like ability to directly attack the soul evolved into " Wraith's Shriek," which damages the souls of all living beings within range with sound waves that are inaudible to Spirit Body. Similarly, the freezing effect caused by touching it was also significantly enhanced.
After confirming everything, he found the wall in the corner, walked through it, and entered the restaurant.
Then, he suppressed his thoughts and let his gaze sweep across the long table without any emotion.
Hunas, wearing a white wig; Kitty, wearing a thin shirt; Parker, with an old-looking face, drinking red wine; and Capim, slightly overweight, cutting beef ribeye, came into his view one after another.
Klein glanced at it briefly, not daring to look any longer, lest the Beyonder discover it through their Spirit Intuition.
Using the Spirituality aura—or rather, the color of his aura—of the male and female servants standing beside him as a cover, he carefully floated around the dining room, figuring out the layout. For example, the size of the room was equivalent to the combined living room, dining room, and sitting room of his residence; there was a fireplace burning charcoal, its warmth spreading throughout the room through pipes; there were sixteen elegant gas lamps around the room, their light intertwining to create a daytime-like atmosphere; and on the wall beside the fireplace hung several framed paintings, including sketches and oil paintings, all by renowned artists.
" Berris, the one with the bushy beard, didn't come. He should be taking turns guarding the entrance to the underground area... If an Beyonder is willing to do such a chore, Capim is definitely not involved in simple human trafficking..." Klein thought for a few seconds, leaned against a sunset painting, reached into his body, and unscrewed the cap of the small, brown, translucent bottle.
This is a " Biotoxin Bottle "!
The reason he paid attention to the timing and chose to come during dinner was because at this moment, the main figures were gathered the most, the most organized, and the most conducive to the use of the " Biotoxin Bottle "!
In early winter, keeping doors and windows closed will allow the " Biotoxin Bottle " to take effect faster and be more effective!
Furthermore, Klein did not use the " Biotoxin Bottle " to make a "preventative agent" before he came; he is currently in a spiritual state and is not afraid of biological toxins at all!
Using the containment and concealment of his own spiritual body, he stood there quietly, patiently admiring the elegant wall lamps connected to the gray-white gas pipes, while the colorless and odorless toxins quickly spread outwards.
Wearing a white wig, Hunas cut a piece of fried dragonfish with only the main bone, dipped it in black pepper sauce, and put it in her mouth.
He chewed and swallowed, then picked up the pale gold champagne, which was bubbling like strings of pearls, and took a sip in a good mood.
He unconsciously began to imagine the evening's entertainment programs, and the joy of conquering a stubborn young girl.
This reduced his appetite and made it difficult for him to concentrate.
Kitty didn't let the servants help her cut the roast chicken. Instead, she buried her head in her knife and fork, and with a precise, dissecting style, quickly divided the food into many pieces, all of roughly the same size.
Parker sipped his red wine and ate his stewed lamb, occasionally chatting with Capim, who was seated at the head of the table. He was arguably the most attentive guest there.
Dinner proceeded smoothly, and Capim put the last piece of ribeye into his mouth.
He smiled and said to the three Beyonder:
"Mr. Hunas, Ms. Kitty, Mr. Parker, tonight's desserts are from the head chef of Raporé Restaurant. There are three kinds: fruit crème brûlée, shortbread, and carrot cake."
The ever-aloof Hunas nodded slightly and said:
"Our country loves desserts so much."
He had just finished his remark when he saw Capim raise his hand and scratch his cheek, then scratch it again.
"It's a little itchy." Capim smiled apologetically.
Before he could finish speaking, he couldn't help but scratch again, leaving obvious bloodstains.
The bloodstain swelled up quickly, the skin became translucent, and a pale yellow liquid could be vaguely seen through it.
"It really does itch a little." Capim smiled again.
He scratched the same spot again, and because he scratched too hard, the swollen, translucent skin suddenly cracked, and pus with a fishy smell gushed out.
Hunas narrowed his eyes, suddenly stood up, and warily surveyed his surroundings.
"Hahaha."
Haha, hahaha.
Just then, he heard exaggerated laughter, and his body tensed up abruptly.
He saw a male and female servant clutching their bellies, bursting into laughter. They laughed so hard they couldn't stand up straight, tears streaming down their faces, and the room fell silent.
Seemingly a chain reaction, some of the other servants fainted, while others vomited continuously, spewing out yellowish-green liquid, unable to stop.
None of them escaped.
Bang! Kitty overturned the table, spilling gold-plated cutlery and leftover food and wine all over the floor.
She now held a revolver and a black soft whip.
Parker stood up, but his mind was slightly dazed. He looked at Capim, who was screaming for help and scratching himself, tearing off several pieces of flesh. Strangely, he found the man's ugly and disgusting appearance somewhat handsome.
At that moment, Hunas found himself struggling to breathe and instantly realized that the entire room was probably filled with poison.
He growled:
Hold your breath!
" Parker, open the door."
" Kitty, come with me to find the intruder!"
At this moment, Hunas was extremely grateful that he was having dinner with Capim, and that there were quite a few waiters around.
These ordinary people are far less resistant to toxins than those of Beyonder. They showed signs earlier, allowing us to detect something was wrong before the poisoning progressed too far!
The lowest- Sequence Parker should be the one with the most severe symptoms among us... This thought suddenly flashed through Hunas's mind.
Clang!
As Parker opened the door, making the dining room less enclosed, Hunas, relying on his " Spirit Vision," discovered a surreal figure moving silently.
The figure was dressed in thick, imposing black armor, wearing a jet-black crown and a mask of the same color that covered his face, like a king from the Spirit World.
That's Klein.
Hunas raised his right hand, pointing to the black figure invisible to ordinary people, and uttered an Ancient Hermes:
" Imprisonment!"
Suddenly, the area around the black figure became viscous, as if forming a giant amber or enclosing a sealed, transparent wall.
The figure froze, unable to move an inch, while Kitty had already aimed and pulled the trigger, their coordination remarkably smooth.
With two loud bangs, the pale gold bullets, adorned with strange patterns, pierced through the viscous air and struck the black figure.
The bullet pierced through and struck the opposite wall. The black figure spontaneously combusted without wind, revealing itself to be a crudely made paper doll.
In the pale golden flames, the paper figure quickly turned to ashes.
Snap!
A strange, crisp sound erupted, and the light from the sixteen elegant gas wall lamps and the quietly burning flames in the fireplace suddenly brightened, illuminating Hunas, Kitty, and Parker's vision for a brief moment only as a fiery red glow.
Then, all the flames went out, leaving only the streetlights, as tall as a person, and the crimson Moonlight piercing through the clouds, quietly illuminating the restaurant and making it appear unusually dim.
Hunas and his companions once again relied on their Spirit Vision and Spirit Intuition to search for the ghostly intruder.
At the same time, he discovered that the poison was not taking effect quickly and did not seem to actually take effect until the enemy was dealt with.
So, while keeping an eye on the entrance to the underground area, he pointed to the door again and spoke in a low voice in Ancient Hermes:
" Confinement!"
The entire restaurant suddenly froze, as if an invisible wall had been erected that even spirits could not penetrate.
Hunas is determined to ensure that the intruder cannot escape!
"Found you!" Kitty, holding a revolver in one hand and a whip in the other, spotted the black figure Levitation in mid-air.
A strange light flashed in her eyes, but before she could launch an attack, her mind went blank, as if she had been hit hard on the head with a wooden stick.
She felt as if she had been subjected to an indescribable Scream, and a few drops of thick blood slowly dripped from the tip of her nose.
Hunas was only slightly dizzy, and felt that his shortness of breath had worsened a bit, while the weakest, Parker, saw stars and became unsteady on his feet.
Suddenly, someone patted Parker on the shoulder.
A chilling sensation surged over him, and he froze on the spot, as if completely covered by frost and the cold seeping into his bones. Then, a familiar, deep voice rang in his ears:
" Imprisonment!"
Parker was instantly trapped by the doorway in a prison made of transparent walls, but Klein did not possess him, passing right through and avoiding the effects of Hunas's spell.
Hunas narrowed his eyes and flicked his right hand slightly, saying:
"Release!"