Outside the " Bravehearts " bar, a horse-drawn carriage sped by.
Inside the carriage, Klein, wearing a top silk hat, and Sharron, still dressed in a black gothic court dress, sat facing each other.
Looking at the former bodyguard's pale, expressionless face, Klein had no time for pleasantries and could only get straight to the point:
"I'm ready."
Although Sequence 6 " Faceless " only granted him one extraordinary ability, it also significantly enhanced all his previous abilities, greatly increasing his strength. This was the best preparation.
The Faceless's abilities, in certain situations and circumstances, can be described as divine skills!
For example, when being chased, or when trying to infiltrate... Klein couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.
Sharron listened quietly, then spoke concisely:
"Tonight?"
She raised her voice slightly at the end to indicate that she was asking a question.
"If you have no problem, then I have no problem either," Klein replied, already prepared.
"Okay." Sharron nodded.
The scene was silent for a few seconds before Klein carefully asked again:
Have you ever heard of mermaids? Do you know where you can encounter these legendary creatures?
Sharron stared intently at Klein with her blue eyes, as if she had transformed into a real Puppet.
After a while, she said without any emotional fluctuation:
"Where human footprints can reach, there are no more mermaids."
"Only the fishermen of the Gargas Archipelago, on their long voyages to hunt white-tailed whales, occasionally hear the songs of mermaids amidst the Storm."
The Gargas Archipelago, located deep in the Sonia Sea, are the furthest human settlements in this ocean, and are known for products such as whale oil and whale meat.
Whether the rumor is true or false... Klein nodded slightly:
"I see."
The night bells rang out quietly, as if from a very distant place.
In the middle of Williams Street stands an abandoned chapel, its walls covered in withered vines and strewn with gray stones.
Inside the chapel, excrement and debris were mixed together, interspersed with piles of stones and withered grass.
In the half-collapsed corner, a middle-aged man dressed in black tight-fitting clothes moved aside the stones covering the entrance to the tunnel, and carrying digging tools, lighting equipment and a basket for transporting soil, he carefully and excitedly crawled into the tunnel.
With graying temples and puffy eyes, he Macht Baronet Pound and a hidden descendant of the Tudor Family of the Fourth Age, who was believed by outsiders to have mental illness.
This playboy, who was always entangled with high-class prostitutes, now had a serious expression and shining eyes, showing no signs of being addicted to alcohol and women.
He braced himself on his elbows and crawled quickly down the slope, as if the end of the tunnel held his greatest and only hope in life.
Before long, he touched the damp soil and cold stones in front of him.
This did not dampen Macht Pound's enthusiasm; he repeated the movements he had become extremely skilled at over time.
As he dug, moved, and transported, suddenly, a dark underground palace appeared before him, seemingly emptying out.
Macht Pound's expression instantly turned frenzied with excitement. He lunged forward and grabbed a black iron emblem.
The emblem featured a hand holding a scepter, which made Macht Pound's eyes light up, as if they were burning.
He had just pinned the black iron emblem to his chest when everything before him shattered abruptly. He was still in the narrow, irregular tunnel, with damp earth and cold stones still in front of him.
No, besides that, there was someone else there quietly "watching" him.
Those were people without eyes, without a nose, without a mouth, without eyebrows, and without ears!
Macht Pound's pupils contracted, and he felt a numbing sensation rise from his waist down, along his spine, and straight to the back of his head.
Without a second thought, he immediately dropped everything and frantically retreated.
His elbows slammed against the ground, leaving them bloody and mangled, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.
Finally, Macht Pound left the tunnel and returned to the abandoned chapel.
Because the lantern was lost, all he could see at that moment was deep darkness and a dim "crimson" shrouding the edges.
Suddenly, the withered vines climbing the wall swayed like snakes, and a figure emerged from the Evernight.
She wore a Gothic court dress, a small black soft hat, and had a pale, almost transparent face with inhuman pale blonde hair and blue eyes.
Macht Pound nearly shouted, "A woman like this in such an environment is no different from a ghost story in folklore!"
Tap, tap, tap!
He took several steps back, nearly tripping over a stone.
Just then, he seemed to remember something, and he immediately suppressed his fear, revealing an expression that was a mixture of trepidation and hope, excitement and anticipation:
"You... you are the Evil Spirit from the underground palace?"
Yes, it must be you!
" Baron Excellency, it seems you've misunderstood something..." " Faceless " Klein emerged from the tunnel and stood silently in the shadows.
His and Sharron's original plan was to scare Macht Pound, so that he would never dare to explore the underground ruins again, but the other party's reaction was somewhat unexpected.
Sharron paused for a second, then asked in a tacit agreement:
What are you trying to say?
Macht Pound quietly exhaled and curled the corners of his mouth, saying:
"After so many years of trying, I think you should understand by now that killing the descendants of the Tudor Family will not help you break the seal."
"Only by cooperating with me, who carries the great blood of Tudor, can you hope to escape this predicament that has lasted for over two thousand years."
The Tudor Family knew of the Evil Spirit's existence, yet they still died in that room... Klein frowned in confusion, and before Sharron could speak, he raised his voice, mimicking her ethereal and elusive voice:
Why did you only come today?
This is a branch of the " Faceless's " extraordinary ability—simulating the target's voice; once heard, it can be reproduced!
Of course, Klein believed he couldn't repeat the ramblings of the " True Creator " and Mr. "Door's" cries for help; this extraordinary ability was currently limited to the realm of ordinary people.
Sharron glanced at him discreetly, but didn't expose him.
Unaware of what was happening, Macht Pound chuckled:
"Because the ' Black Emperor ' appeared."
" Fate has told me that the glory of the ' Blood Emperor ' is about to be restored!"
Is there any logical connection? Klein inexplicably felt that Macht Pound today was more like Lunatic than before.
He asked again in Sharron's voice:
" Black Emperor?"
"Ha ha," Macht Pound chuckled, "Yes, the outlaw ' Black Emperor,' he definitely has close ties with the real ' Black Emperor '!"
"How come I didn't know?" Klein chuckled.
He thought for a moment, then fell silent, relinquishing his right to ask a question.
Sharron, for some reason, also remained silent.
Seeing this, Macht Pound was overjoyed and quickly asked:
So, what's your answer?
"I refuse," Sharron replied without a trace of emotion.
Macht suppressed his anxiety and tried to persuade the other party again.
Just then, his eyes suddenly widened, and he abruptly took a few steps to the side, arriving in front of a relatively intact stone wall.
This... Klein and Sharron simultaneously sensed the anomaly and each took their own action Macht Pound, while the other bathed the ruined chapel in crimson moonlight.
Without even glancing at them, Macht Pound faced the stone wall, strained his back, and slammed his head against it.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
He was hit three times, and then fainted with blood streaming from his forehead.
He then got up again, his eyes inexplicably bloodshot.
Macht Pound raised his right hand and wiped his forehead, revealing his palm covered in blood.
He stuck out his tongue, licked the scarlet liquid, and said with a look of ecstasy:
"The bloodline of Tudor is truly delicious, simply intoxicating."
"This will allow my hatred to exceed its limit, helping me to briefly expand the boundaries of the seal."
Klein pointed his gun at the other man and asked, slightly taken aback:
" Evil Spirit within the ruins?"
A trickle of blood slid down Macht Pound's face, and his smile was rather terrifying:
You guessed right.
"I previously judged you to be weak and wanted to corrupt your mind, enter your dreams, and bewitch you to rescue me. Who knew, heh heh, you also have secrets."
Don't be so direct... Klein glanced at Sharron subconsciously, only to find that she showed no signs of anything amiss.
"What do you want to do?" Klein asked directly.
The Evil Spirit sighed:
"I am merely an innocent victim of Alista Tudor's ambition, trapped in that underground ruin for nearly or more than two thousand years because of the constraints of my corpse."
"I hope you will help me out of this predicament, so that I may become a free spirit. I swear, I will not harm innocent people."
At this point, he looked at Sharron with bloodshot eyes:
"You must be a ' Wraith ' from Mutant Pathway, and the next step is the crucial moment to become Demigod. I don't know if you have the Potion recipe for ' Puppet,' but I can help you obtain it, and even become part of your ritual. This is the reward I promise."
" Puppet," the Sequence 4 of the Mutant Pathway is called " Puppet "? What a strange name... Klein muttered to himself.
The Evil Spirit turned to look at him:
You will also receive compensation.
"It was an item that could be described as magical and precious. Attracted by something, its owner came to the underground palace and died beside the descendants of Tudor."
This is what it looks like.
As he spoke, the Evil Spirit opened his palm, allowing the crimson moonlight to solidify into a picture.
Within the image, there is a normal-sized tarot card, but the image on it is completely different from the other types. Sitting in the chariot is not a king, but a male priest wearing a deep red robe.
The priest looked exactly like Roselle Gustav!
This... the Card of Blasphemy! Klein's gaze shifted instantly, seeing the starlight in the upper left corner condense into a line of text:
" Sequence 0: The Red Priest!"
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