The gas streetlights at both ends of the stone bridge quietly illuminated the road, but could not dispel the darkness below. Only the dim crimson light hanging from the sky could barely illuminate the brown soil.
The " Life Councilor " Ricciardo, who was hiding in the bridge arch, remained silent for a long time, leading Klein to suspect that he might have died from his injuries. He guessed that the previous failure to add luck was likely due to this factor.
Just as Klein tentatively tried to speak to confirm the situation, Ricciardo coughed twice and said in a deep, hoarse voice:
"As expected of a powerful adventurer capable of temporarily sealing dice..."
"The current situation is beyond my expectations. Sigh, I'm very curious, what exactly happened that made my luck completely ineffective?"
"It's a great pity that I can't come out and face you directly, otherwise I should be able to see things that other Beyonder can hardly see, even if they have higher Spirit Vision."
"This is a special feature unique to the ' Fate ' path."
So, the problem lies with me? That's not the point. The point is you have to give me that 700 pounds, no, 730 pounds... While Klein was internally complaining, he couldn't help but think of Admisol, the orphan nicknamed " The Monster " in Tingen City.
The young man, who was roughly equivalent to half Sequence 9, screamed and collapsed to the ground upon seeing Klein, his eyes bleeding, as if he had encountered Devil.
Is it because he possesses the special " Wheel of Fortune " pathway that he saw through my problem and discerned something related to the Gray Fog? Unfortunately, this " Life Councilor " is quite seriously injured and carries his own domain of Misfortune, making it impossible for him to help investigate... Go back and ask " Mercury Snake " Will Auceptin; he might know something. However, this pathway also has a rather charlatan-like quality; he might not answer me directly, most likely only giving a few vague and ambiguous words... Klein maintained his expressionless demeanor and said:
So what are you planning to do?
Ricciardo sighed and said:
"Go and call Darkwill over. I'll bless him with good luck so he can win money at the casino in your place."
Based on the hotel name given by MP Ricciardo, Klein quickly found the fat Apothecary Darkwill, then, carrying a suitcase and a walking stick, watched blankly as the man won money at several major casinos, accumulating £750 by the early hours of the morning.
After receiving the remaining £730, Klein truly realized a problem:
The reason his luck had failed was due to his own actions!
"Why?" Klein tucked his bulging wallet into his pocket, frowned, and muttered to himself.
He quickly thought of the invisible, thin, grayish-white mist around him and vaguely understood the reason.
"After being promoted to ' Faceless,' the Gray Fog intertwined with reality to a certain extent. It not only helped me block out my delusions that weren't very strong in essence, but it could also disrupt the Fate- related influences exerted by others to a certain extent. Therefore, the luck granted by that councilor was ineffective."
"Following this logic, Misfortune to a certain extent should not be able to affect me."
"Ha, what a mess! It not only prevented me from becoming a jinx, but also shattered my hopes of becoming a lucky Winner..." Klein shook his head inwardly, then followed Darkwill and the owl back to the stone bridge. He told " Life Councilor " Ricciardo how to summon his messenger, and asked him to relay the news of obtaining the offensive magical item as soon as possible.
After doing all this, Klein found a hotel in the port city of Oravi Island, booked a regular room, and settled in.
Backlund, morning.
Emlyn White walked under the gloomy sky he liked, through the fog that wasn't as thick as it had been in November and December of the previous year, and once again arrived outside 7 Pinster Street in the North Borough.
He rang the doorbell, straightened his back, and waited patiently with his chin slightly raised.
Leonard opened the door, glanced at the handsome but rather unpleasant face, and stepped aside to let the other person in.
He was still wearing a white shirt and black trousers, but with an unbuttoned dark vest over them.
"What's your decision?" Leonard asked with a smile.
"No problem." Since it wasn't his own money, Emlyn had no intention of haggling.
He even believed that, given the other party's attitude last time, trying to negotiate the price would only lead to an increase.
Leonard nodded slightly and chuckled.
"Very wealthy."
I can tell you're trying to get information out of me... Emlyn gave a muffled snort and replied:
That's not something you need to worry about.
After saying that, he raised the small leather suitcase in his hand, opened it, and showed the £7,000 in cash inside.
Leonard took out stacks of them and examined them carefully for a moment.
Then, he removed the red glove from his left hand and handed it to Emlyn, saying:
"This is the magical item you need; it can disguise itself by using different colors."
"It's called ' Kindling,' and it can enhance the user's charisma, making their words extremely persuasive. It has an extraordinary ability to Stealing a target within a 50-meter range. The more you know about the target, the easier it is to Stealing what you want; the more ignorant you are, the closer it is to randomness, relying on luck."
"When the target Sequence is higher than 6, failure is possible, and the higher the sequence, the greater the probability of failure."
"After a successful Stealing, the original target loses that extraordinary ability and must wait at least 12 hours to recover, while the owner of the ' Kindling ' can use it skillfully and maintain it for about 10 minutes."
"And the reason it's expensive is because it has very few negative effects."
Emlyn, having listened quietly to the other party's introduction, became very interested in the magical item " Kindling " and asked:
What are the negative impacts?
Leonard casually ran his hand through his hair and chuckled.
"First, there is a significant chance of losing personal items while wearing it. Second, after use, one of your extraordinary abilities will be lost for at least 12 hours, but only one ability will be lost within this time frame. In other words, even with multiple uses, only one ability will be lost."
"Compared to many Sealed Artifact I know, its negative effects are indeed minimal," Emlyn cleared his throat and nodded slightly.
He took the " Kindling " gloves, examined them carefully, and then took out stacks of cash from the suitcase and placed them on the coffee table.
Next, he put the gloves into the suitcase, instead of carrying them directly.
Carrying his suitcase, Emlyn returned to the Harvest Church the same way he had come, entered the priests' lounge, and began setting up the sacrificial ceremony.
A mysterious, ethereal gate opened, and a red glove pierced through the dark, deep void, about to ascend above the Gray Fog.
Just then, a Distortion, terrifying little human face suddenly appeared on the surface of the glove that came into contact with the Gray Fog.
It keeps evaporating, yet it tries its best to maintain itself.
Seeing this, Klein wasn't too surprised. After all, the old man inside Leonard was Angel of the " Marauder " pathway, and what Amon's clone could do, He might be able to do as well.
He was fully prepared for this, and believed that even if the opponent truly reached Amon's level, he could eliminate the corresponding aura without the opponent noticing the presence of the Gray Fog, thus enabling him to attack " The Moon " Emlyn.
Picking up the " Sea God Scepter " that had been placed in front of him, Klein, from his superior position, caused all the blue-green "gems" to light up simultaneously.
Suddenly, a bright silver light shone above the Gray Fog, and bolts of lightning, like a torrential rain, carrying a small amount of the Gray Fog's power, struck the small, illusory face one after another.
The face vanished completely before it could even utter a scream, leaving behind a dead, semi-transparent worm with twelve transparent rings on it.
" The Worm of Time... but weaker than Amon..." Klein murmured, beckoning the red glove and the familiar worm to fly over simultaneously.
After careful examination, he confirmed that the insect was basically identical to the one left behind by Amon's clone.
"The poet's grandfather and Amon are in the same Sequence, Sequence 1? No, not necessarily, this might just be a characteristic of a previous Sequence..."
"If, if it really is Sequence 1, considering that Amon is the son of the Creator and the Angel King, perhaps He also possesses Uniqueness, or another Sequence 1 characteristic..." Klein speculated, but had no way to confirm it.
As for what the dead " Worm of Time " could be used for, and when its Spirituality would completely dissipate, he lacked the relevant knowledge and could only casually toss it into the pile of junk.
Backlund, 7 Pinster Street.
Leonard Mitchell sat on the sofa with his eyes closed and his feet on the coffee table, as if trying to make up for a whole night of wakefulness with a short nap.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly opened his eyes and said in a low voice:
"What happened? Has a real buyer for the ' Kindling ' been identified?"
A slightly aged voice immediately echoed in his mind:
"My traces have been erased, completely and utterly erased."
"Did you find anything?" Leonard pulled his legs back and asked in a deep voice.
The aged voice sighed and said:
"No.
Before I could even react, it was all over.
"If I were in my best condition, I might be able to grasp the relevant clues, but unfortunately, I have been weak for many years."
Leonard remained silent for about ten seconds, then shook his head and said:
"Then let's pretend this never happened."
Above the Gray Fog, Klein listened to Emlyn's prayers, noted down the information about the magical items the other described, and examined the glove called " Kindling " over and over.
"Heh heh, now I have a glove for my right hand too," he chuckled to himself.
After careful consideration, Klein abandoned his attempt to immediately Stealing the mental pollution from the " True Creator " within the " Eye of All-Black." He did this to ensure success, hoping to save the opportunity for when he could concoct the " Marionettist " Potion. According to the records of City of Silver, this operation was feasible even without the Gray Fog shield. With the Gray Fog, there would be no more surprises, even if it was mental pollution left behind by the " True Creator."
"I can use ' Kindling ' normally, huh? When I need to use it, I have to put my money, pocket watch, and other magical items on the Gray Fog to make sure nothing gets lost... Actually, even if I don't do that, it's not a big problem. I'm a Seer, if I lose something, am I afraid I won't be able to find it? Hehe, in normal combat, ' Creeping Hunger ' in my left hand and ' Kindling ' in my right hand, just thinking about it makes me feel pretty powerful..." Klein pulled himself out of his thoughts and found that the Sequence 5 " Marionettist " Potion was basically ready, except for two relatively common auxiliary materials.
He nodded almost imperceptibly and muttered to himself:
"We're just waiting for the ' Faceless ' Potion to be completely digested!"
"Then, board the ship of ' Admiral of Stars ' or ' The Hanged Man ' and head to the easternmost part of the Sonia Sea to find the mermaid."
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