Sharron paused for two seconds and then said:
"I'll ask for you."
So you mean you need to think about it? True, the negative effects of the " Lucky Scales " are indeed causing hesitation. However, the " Biotoxin Bottle " and the " Wraith " are a really good match. If I weren't short of money, and if carrying it around would make my constitution worse and more susceptible to disease, I wouldn't be willing to sell it. It's quite useful in ambush battles! Klein vaguely grasped Sharron's meaning and tucked the silver necklace with the ancient coins back into his collar.
He asked carefully:
"The ability to make every inanimate object around the target attack the ' Prisoner ' via High-Sequence pathway?"
" Puppet," Sharron replied succinctly.
The Sequence 4 " Puppet " ability? It transforms the user into a "lifeless" Puppet, thus allowing Manipulation of all lifeless objects within a certain range? Will further advancement directly affect the enemy's magical artifacts? Klein nodded in realization, then asked:
Do you know such a Demigod?
He then went on to describe in detail the appearance of the old man who had attacked him outside the city of Bayam.
" Jax," Sharron said calmly, uttering a name.
Actually, I was hoping you could provide more details... Klein knew Miss Sharron's style and smiled helplessly:
Do you know Zatwin?
This is the mentor of the leader of the Oravi Island Celestial Sect.
" The Demigod who are hunting us down," Sharron replied, like a Puppet, devoid of emotion and concealment.
That's the one who first made me feel like the chair, table, and curtains wanted to kill me... What a coincidence... However, this wasn't arranged; it just shows that even a Concealment organization like the Rose School of Thought, with a history of over a thousand years, doesn't have many Demigod... Probably similar to the Aurora Order Society, with around five Saint, and two or three Angel plus Grade 0 Sealed Artifact... Of course, this is because they've been suppressed by the seven major churches for a long time, and their headquarters have become colonies. At their peak, they certainly had more than that... Klein thought for a moment and asked again:
"Do you know any members of the Rose School of Thought who can make an entire mountain tremble with just one arm?"
He wanted to describe the features of that arm in detail, but found himself unable to look the other person in the eye.
Sharron listened quietly, her eyes seeming to come alive as she moved, and she spoke in a clear, cold voice:
What exactly happened to you?
A Saint, an Angel, and " Sea King," a Demigod of the Aurora Order Society, Monster born from the Spirituality Religion's Artificial Death Project... Klein silently mocked himself, and said with a bitter smile:
"I provoked the ' Mother Tree of Desire ' and was ambushed by the Rose School of Thought. Fortunately, there were people from the Church of Storms and the Kingdom's military in Bayam at the time. I also threw out items contaminated by the aura of the ' True Creator ' and things related to the Spirituality Religion. In short, the scene was chaotic, and I took the opportunity to escape."
He responded frankly, only omitting the presence of Miss Messenger and Mr. Azik. As for the matter of the " True Creator," he believed that Miss Sharron had long ago realized that he was not actually affected by the delirium, which could be explained by timely psychological intervention and psychiatric treatment.
"' Mother Tree of Desire '..." Sharron murmured the name, a rare emotional fluctuation gradually appearing in her azure eyes.
Klein lacked the interpretive abilities of an " Spectator " and couldn't discern Miss Sharron's specific feelings, only vaguely sensing that she felt a mixture of fear and disgust.
Sharron quickly suppressed her abnormal reaction and transformed back into an exquisitely crafted " Puppet."
She looked at Sherlock Moriarty across from her and said:
"You're lucky, and you're also mysterious."
Klein smiled without saying a word, neither lying nor explaining.
Sharron didn't ask any questions, but instead said:
"You may have encountered Suah, a ' God's Abomination ' born 922 years ago, who claims to be the child of the ' Chained God,' and is also the current leader of the Rose School of Thought."
No way, the Rose School of Thought actually sent their leader and a Demigod to deal with me... I'm just a lowly Sequence 5! If it weren't for " Orange Light " Hilarion's reminder, I'd probably already be captured by the Rose School of Thought... Klein felt another wave of fear and casually asked:
"Is ' God's Abomination ' the name of Sequence 2 or Sequence 1 of the ' Prisoner ' pathway?"
"Probably." Sharron did not give a definite answer.
Before Klein could respond, she spoke up:
" Williams Street has been destroyed."
Klein had considered how he should react when Miss Sharron brought up this topic, and immediately frowned, saying:
"By whom? When?"
"' Nighthawks ' and ' Machinery Hivemind,' more than two months ago." Sharron had clearly gathered relevant intelligence.
Klein nodded solemnly, pondered for a moment, and said:
"Perhaps we've all overlooked one thing: that Evil Spirit doesn't necessarily need our help; it's also controlling Baronet Pound's control!"
"Could it be that something went wrong with this gentleman, attracting the attention of the ' Nighthawks ' and the ' Machinery Hivemind '?" Klein, offering a mix of true and false speculations without any hesitation.
Sharron nodded slightly and said:
" Baronet Pound died suddenly after a wild party."
Was it dealt with? Was Alista Tudor's last bloodline extinguished? Klein pondered for a moment and said:
What's the situation on Williams Street right now?
"Some high-rise buildings are under construction," Sharron described expressionlessly. " The Original, there was covert surveillance, then less and less, and by the beginning of last month, there was none."
Klein hesitated for a few seconds and said:
Have you gone down to explore?
Sharron's gaze swept across his face as she said:
"No."
This reminds me of our unwritten agreement: to discover it together, to explore it together? What a noble lady! The "ascetic" approach of the Rose School of Thought is infinitely better than the "hedonistic" one! Klein tentatively asked:
"Shall we go now?"
"Okay." Sharron stated her opinion succinctly.
Klein immediately instructed the driver to change course and head towards Williams Street, which marks the intersection of the West Borough and Queens Borough.
Along the way, he casually recounted some of his observations at sea and his experiences that didn't involve secrets. Sharron didn't respond much, but she listened attentively, seemingly quite interested.
This reminded Klein of when he the Original met this bodyguard. She was sitting in an illusory high-backed chair inside a bay window, her right hand supporting her cheek, listening intently to his conversation with Ian, showing great potential to be an " Spectator."
The carriage traveled through quiet streets in the drizzling rain, finally arriving near Williams Street.
Even without getting close, Klein and Sharron could tell that the area had turned into a large construction site.
After circling around to the back of the area corresponding to the underground ruins and standing under a large, leafy tree, Klein said to Sharron, despite not having an umbrella, wasn't wet at all:
"Let's go down from here."
Rain fell, pattering through Sharron's pale blonde hair and body, onto the ground.
"Okay." Sharron didn't ask Sherlock Moriarty how he planned to get down.
Klein reached into his pocket, easily dispelling the Wall of Spirituality and opening the iron cigarette case.
Suddenly, a figure appeared to his side; it was none other than " Admiral of Blood " Senor, wearing a dark red coat and an old tricorn hat.
"He'll go down in my place," Klein said with a smile.
He then calmly began to Manipulation his own puppet.
" Admiral of Blood " Senor immediately placed his hand on his chest and bowed to Sharron:
Good evening, it's an honor to work with you.
Sharron glanced at Klein and Senor, said nothing, and quickly sank into the mud.
Uh, Miss Sharron seems to really dislike Senor... Klein smiled, causing the " Admiral of Blood's" body to quickly turn into Wraith spirit and sink downwards.
He leaned against a large tree, half-closing his eyes, intently controlling the puppet. There was no one around, the rain was sparse, and the streetlights were dim.
Klein vaguely sensed the feeling of being a " Marionettist ".
His vision overlapped with Senor's at that moment, and they saw dark brown soil, wriggling insects, and debris in the cracks between the stones.
After passing through layer after layer of obstacles, "he" and Sharron arrived at the area where the original underground ruins once stood. Here, the dome had collapsed, the stone pillars were broken, the soil was filled in, and rubble was scattered everywhere, completely unrecognizable from its original state.
This scene convinced Klein that the Six Gods' human-shaped statue must have been completely destroyed.
To his relief, "he" and Sharron were located quite close to the room where the Evil Spirit was sealed, meaning that during the subsequent exploration, he didn't have to worry about the puppet's range of movement exceeding the 100-meter control limit.
Amidst the earthy and rotten smells, Klein's Marionette, along with Sharron, quickly entered the previously extremely dangerous room. However, among the bricks and mud, only a few piles of white bones covered with decaying clothing showed signs of being crushed; the dark gold and Blue Light that had been there had all vanished.
" The Beyonder Characteristic were taken by ' Nighthawks ' or ' Machinery Hivemind '..." Senor's face twitched, perfectly reflecting Klein's current mood.
Sharron turned around in the deep, solid darkness and gently shook her head, saying:
"They didn't send anyone in; there's no sign of any living thing here."
Indeed, if any living person had entered or left this room within the past six months, the " Wraith " should have been able to sense it... Moreover, those statues obviously couldn't be seen by the " Nighthawks " and the " Machinery Hivemind "... So where did these Beyonder Characteristic go? As Klein's brows furrowed slightly, Senor had a similar reaction.
Could it be that the Evil Spirit wasn't completely destroyed? Did it escape from here long ago? As Klein pondered this, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
He suppressed his emotions and had Senor follow Sharron through the room filled with dirt and rubble to the spot where the bloodstained door had once stood, now only a few fragments proved that the target had existed.
After walking a few meters, the two entered the room where the Evil Spirit was sealed.
This place, too, had been destroyed and buried. Klein, using Senor's body and eyes, wandered around, searching for clues.
"There should be a black high-backed chair here." Sharron stopped and pointed to a patch of broken wood between two stones.
Klein suddenly recalled a scene he had seen in his dream: a young man resembling Medici sitting in a high-backed chair, his head drooping, looking as if he were dead.
Sharron didn't stop, moving sideways through the compacted mud, searching for other tracks. Suddenly, she spoke again:
There should be one here too.
"There's another one? A second black high-backed chair?" Klein floated over in astonishment.