Black " Spirit Body Threads " originating from different life forms appeared in Klein's eyes, but he did not immediately extend his own Spirituality to try to Manipulation.
After identifying and confirming which " Spirit Body Threads " belonged to Mithor, he gulped down a mouthful of malt beer and focused intently on the boxing match in the ring, just like a true Spectator.
The two boxers, shirtless and without any protective gear, fought fiercely, clashing repeatedly with each punch landing squarely, and the situation quickly became intense.
Many of the onlookers, including drunkards and gamblers, were on the verge of an adrenaline rush, enthusiastically chanting the name of their favorite boxer and shouting:
"Kill him!"
"Kill this son of a bitch!"
On the second floor, Mithor forgot about the cigar in his hand, his eyes fixed on the ring below, one hand clenched into a fist.
The people around him, besides being responsible for guarding the surrounding area and important areas such as the rooftop and downstairs, to the point that they had to turn their backs to his bodyguards, inevitably focused their attention on the thrilling boxing match.
Klein raised his hand again, gulped down a beer, and seemed a little breathless from the tense atmosphere.
At that moment, his Spirituality quietly spread out and grasped the illusory black line corresponding to Mithor.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... Just as the red-nosed Mithor was about to move his fists slightly, as if he were fighting in the ring, his head suddenly went numb.
He felt that the scene around him suddenly became strange, as if several layers of thick glass had been installed.
Mithor then found his thoughts were noticeably sluggish, as if all the parts of his brain had suddenly rusted.
Because the target was just an ordinary person, whose spiritual strength was far inferior to that of Beyonder, Klein was able to gain initial control over him in less than 20 seconds.
7 seconds!
Just 7 seconds!
Oh no... Something's wrong... It must be... Beyonder abilities... Mithor, who often associates with pirates, is no stranger to the mysterious world, which is why he spent a lot of money to hire Beyonder to protect him. If his body hadn't been ruined by wine and women early on, his mind hadn't been weak, and his condition hadn't been consistently poor, and he would likely lose control if he took Potion, he would have wanted to directly obtain that supernatural power.
At that moment, due to his sluggish thoughts and lack of experience, it took Mithor more than ten seconds to realize that he had been attacked. He immediately stretched out his arms and opened his mouth, trying to call for help.
However, his movements were so slow, and the sound in his throat was so weak. The bodyguards around him were focused on watching the tense and fierce boxing match, and the shouts of the Spectator grew louder and louder. The attention of the guards on the perimeter was focused on the possible attack. The obvious abnormality was thus overlooked because it was not the employer under heavy protection.
When the excitement of the match subsided, some of the bodyguards and subordinates turned to look at their boss and saw that Mithor's gaze was somewhat vacant, and his hands were not in a normal position. He seemed to still be immersed in the boxing match and anxiously awaiting the final result.
Tears welled in the eyes of the underworld boss as he tried to loosen his grip, hoping to drop the cigar and attract attention.
But he discovered with despair that his thinking was becoming increasingly sluggish and rigid; even a simple action seemed to take more than a minute to complete, and his fingers were resisting his thoughts!
Snap!
The burning cigar finally fell to the floor, and Mithor's tears slid down her face and neck.
Several bodyguards noticed this and were about to ask their boss if he was too excited because of the game when Mithor suddenly bent down, wiping his face and picking up the cigar.
"That was a good match! Give the winner a raise!" Mithor flicked his cigar, adjusted his collar, and grinned broadly.
He didn't specify how much more he would add because Klein had no idea about the market, so he could only give a vague answer.
Yes, Mithor of the " New Loen Party " has become his puppet!
Because this gangster boss was just an ordinary person, and his spiritual strength was even weaker than that of a healthy human, it only took him two minutes and fifteen seconds!
If it takes any longer, he will be distracted by creating chaos with Illusion, so that the bodyguards will be too busy protecting Mithor to notice his abnormality.
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
The Spectator's shouts suddenly became unified, and the match in the ring was coming to an end. Mithor also signaled to his bodyguards to continue watching the match.
After a boxer collapsed unconscious, Mithor took a puff of his cigar and said:
Go to the room.
I need to rest for a bit.
"Yes, boss." His bodyguards and men immediately escorted him into the second-floor corridor and opened the door to the lounge for him.
After instructing his guards to stay at key positions and not to disturb him, Mithor paced back and forth a few times, opened the safe, found documents related to new types of drugs, and selected the most important ones.
He then put the documents, the address slips cut from the newspaper, and all £758 in cash into a briefcase.
With a creak, he opened the door and called over one of his men:
"Throw this bag under the third lamppost on the corner."
"Yes, boss." His subordinate didn't ask why.
That's the rule!
After closing the door again, Mithor found three candles and some Spirituality objects, and carefully began to draw the special symbol corresponding to the " The Fool's" emblem on white paper with a pen: half of the " Pupil-less Eye " symbolizing Concealment and half of the " Line of Distortion " symbolizing change.
Then, the gangster boss, now a puppet, lit candles, used perfume instead of essential oils and hydrosols, and earnestly began a ritual to pray for blessings.
He murmured the name " The Fool," and recited the corresponding incantation in the Ancient Hermes, which he had never heard before. Then he picked up the Spirituality object and let it merge into the wind, creating an illusory gate together with the changing candlelight. If he couldn't find a Spirituality rich object, Klein planned to use the blood of Mithor, since human blood itself was a Spirituality thing!
In the first-floor restroom, Klein seized the opportunity, took four steps backward, and arrived above the Gray Fog.
Instead of using the " Black Emperor " card, he directly manipulated some of the power in this mysterious space, connecting it with the paper figure and shaking it into the Door of Sacrifice and Bestowal.
The paper figure instantly transformed into Angel with twelve pairs of wings on its back, flew through the illusory and mysterious gate, traversed the dark and deep void, and arrived at Mithor's location.
This is interfering with any subsequent investigations into possible Divination, prophecy, and other extraordinary abilities!
Immediately afterwards, Klein picked up " Creeping Hunger " and threw it into the ritual gate!
" The Creeping Hunger " came into the real world through a ritual of supplication and appeared before Mithor. Having not eaten for a long time, it immediately became restless!
At this moment, Klein also returned to the washroom, and once again, from a distance of several dozen meters, Manipulation the previously frozen Mithor to keep her mouth tightly shut, and picked up the gloves on the "altar".
A slit immediately appeared in the center of the glove, revealing two rows of illusory, gleaming white teeth!
Klein's puppet's senses quickly diminished, and he immediately released it from control.
The slight backlash made him a little dizzy, but he recovered quickly.
Then, as if nothing had happened, he left the restroom, returned to the bar, and continued drinking the malt beer he hadn't finished earlier.
At the same time, he used the " Spirit Body Threads " to find a rat on the second floor and turned it into his puppet in less than two minutes.
The mouse moved somewhat awkwardly and clumsily as it searched for its burrow and path, taking some time to finally slip through the bookshelf and into Mithor's lounge.
At that moment, a thin glove, seemingly made of human skin, lay quietly on the ground, while Mithor had not even left a trace of his clothes.
The mouse climbed onto the table, picked up the paper with the symbol corresponding to " The Fool " drawn on it, and brought it to the burning candle.
The paper was quickly ignited and turned to ashes.
After extinguishing the three candles and putting them back in their original place, the mouse went to " Creeping Hunger " and picked up the glove.
Then it returned the way it came and left Mithor's lounge.
It crept up to the second-floor balcony and silently climbed down.
First floor, at the bar.
Klein finished the last sip of his beer, put down his glass, and slowly stood up.
He adjusted his half-high silk top hat, put his hands in the pockets of his black double-breasted tuxedo, and walked unhurriedly past the drunkards and gamblers onto the street.
Following the light of the gas lamps, he walked at a normal pace to the corner alley, took out the paper figure, shook it to light it, and picked up the document bag under the third lamppost.
At that moment, a gray rat carrying a thin human skin glove scurried out from the shadows.
Klein, expressionless, bent down again and picked up " Creeping Hunger ".
Then, the gray rat went away on its own, crawled into a trash can, lay there, and completely lost its breath.
As night fell, Klein stood there, illuminated by the gas streetlights, calmly spreading his five fingers and putting " Creeping Hunger " on his left hand.
He stretched his knuckles, adjusted to the gloves, tucked his briefcase into his pocket, and walked past the still bustling and vibrant " Oak Bar," disappearing at the street intersection.
After attaching the address and stamps taken from the document bag containing only important documents, Klein put it in the mailbox on the street corner, transformed back into Gehrman Sparrow, and took a horse-drawn carriage to another bar located in the harbor.
That's a bar with a lot of pirates, provided by Anderson!
Upon entering the bar, Klein glanced around, taking in its general layout.
Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.
The figure was of medium build, with purple lips and brown eyes that held a terrifyingly strong malice. It was none other than Gillschies, the second mate of the " King of Immortality " Agarito and the " Slaughterer " with a bounty of 9,500 pounds!
Clearly, after escaping the dangerous waters, the " Black Death " also arrived near the nearest Toscarter Island in search of supplies!
"You're here too..." Klein's lips curled slightly, realizing that nothing was more suitable for hunting " Devil " than a chance encounter!
The moment the evil thought crossed his mind, Gillschies noticed it and turned his head to look at the entrance of the bar.
Without hesitation, Klein grabbed a beer from the table next to him and threw it at him.
Immediately afterwards, he drew his revolver and coldly aimed it in that direction.
Bang!
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