After gazing at Mr. X's corpse for a while, Klein resisted the urge to personally loot the spoils and had the " Wraith " Senor, who was standing beside him, step forward and take off the gold ring inlaid with a ruby.
In this way, even if Mr. X's personal belongings have unimaginable negative effects, the Marionette will bear the consequences, and it will not affect Klein himself.
After a careful inspection, Senor returned with the ruby ring, 48 pounds in banknotes, and an ordinary pipe stuffed with tobacco.
That's all? This is all the divine messenger from the Aurora Order possesses? Klein stared at this scene in astonishment, almost cursing, "You poor wretch!"
He quickly regained his composure and rationally convinced himself that the situation was perfectly reasonable.
" Mr. X is a ' Traveler ' who can Record other people's extraordinary abilities. He is a very well-rounded type. Even if such a powerful person has other magical items, he would definitely prefer to keep Record in his daily life and not carry them with him. In this way, he can enjoy the advantages of having a variety of abilities that complement each other, while avoiding the corresponding negative effects, so as not to kill himself."
"Based on this line of thinking, this ring most likely has a passive or triggered effect."
Thinking of this, Klein nodded slightly, and had the " Wraith " Senor lift Mr. X's broken and reattached head, attach it to his body, and then follow him back to the Gray Fog.
After taking his seat in the " The Fool's" position, he was no longer afraid. He took the gold ring inlaid with a ruby and used Divination to confirm the actual effect of this magical item.
The name is ' Flower of Blood '...
"It allows the wearer to have a deeper grasp on their own flesh and blood. As long as they don't die directly or get completely Purification and lose control, they can wriggle and recover..."
This is equivalent to granting an instinct, which is a passive effect...
"It seems my decision to deliver the Fatal Strike with ' Death Knell ' was correct. If I hadn't gone all out, Mr. X might not have truly died and could have used the extreme pain to awaken himself and break free from the ' Marionettist's' control... He also considered his weakness as a spellcaster, not being physically strong enough..."
"This ring also has some Flesh and Blood Magic, so it's quite practical..." Klein muttered to himself, holding the ruby ring in one hand and tapping the edge of the mottled long table with the other.
He immediately began to investigate the negative effects of the " Flower of Blood " ring.
A few dozen seconds later, Klein suddenly opened his eyes, breaking free from the "dream."
"Isn't this a bit too much of a rip-off?" he muttered, his expression slightly Distortion.
Using the " Dream Divination " he had just performed, he deciphered the negative effect of the " Flower of Blood " ring: it randomly and without pattern causes the wearer to abandon thinking and lose their rationality.
"Very good, this is very much the ' True Creator '..." Klein thought through gritted teeth.
The fact that negative effects occur randomly and without any pattern means that the " Flower of Blood " ring is completely unusable!
Recalling the previous scene, Klein muttered to himself, both amused and annoyed:
" Mr. X actually dares to wear such a ring?"
"That's true. Anyway, after converting to the ' True Creator,' I'll often lack the ability to think. So wearing another ring won't make things any worse."
"Well, losing your mind isn't the same as losing your rationality; it won't lead to a sudden outburst of violence, but it will make you seem stiff and foolish, acting on instinct."
Huff... Klein let out a breath and decided to throw the " Flower of Blood " ring into the junk pile to avoid bothering himself. In his opinion, this piece of junk was not only unusable for him, but also unsellable unless he asked the Aurora Order to recycle it, which would make the " True Creator " very happy.
Just then, he caught a glimpse of Admiral of Blood " Senor standing beside him out of the corner of his eye.
Klein's heart skipped a beat, and he clapped his hands together, saying:
"How come I didn't think of that? I can't use it myself, but I can let my Marionette use it. Anyway, it's already dead, it obeys commands and doesn't need any thinking ability!"
"' Admiral of Blood ' and ' Flower of Blood ' are destined to be a pair! Although Senor lost control of his body due to death, I can offer..."
"In this way, even if he doesn't have time to become Wraith, and the body of Living Corpse isn't strong enough, even if he's beaten to a pulp and loses an arm or a leg, it can still be put back on."
"Of course, this isn't important to the Marionette; it doesn't affect its essence. The main purpose is to gain some Flesh and Blood Magic..."
A few seconds later, a cheerful Klein had Senor, who was wearing an old tricorn hat and a dark red coat, pick up the ruby ring from the table and put it on the index finger of his left hand.
After doing this, Klein let the " Wraith " return to the gold coin, then raised his left palm and spread his five fingers.
He wants to release the " Interrogator " within the " Creeping Hunger "!
This was a promise made a long time ago.
When he received " Creeping Hunger," only this last one of the spirits that had been Grazing within him remained unliberated.
In a barely perceptible gust of cold wind, a blurry, transparent soul appeared beside the bronze table.
He was a man in his thirties, wearing a naval lieutenant commander's uniform, with a brown beard and a face full of pain and confusion.
"What's your name? Why did you die at the hands of Qilangos?" Klein asked in a low voice.
The man hesitated for a moment before saying:
"My name is Andy Haydn, second mate of the Enmat. I died in a naval battle. No, I didn't die on the spot. I was captured by a Feysac and then I ended up in your glove..."
I don't know Qilangos, I've never even heard of him.
When Qilangos received " Creeping Hunger," was the " Interrogator " already inside the glove? Because " Spirit Piercing " was so effective, he hadn't replaced it? Who was the previous owner of " Creeping Hunger "...? Klein asked with considerable interest:
"Who is that Feysac man who captured you? What does he look like?"
Andy Haydn thought about it seriously and said:
"I don't know his name, I only remember that his epaulets were colonel, that he had a very noticeable big nose, that he had blue eyes, blond hair, and that he was nearly two meters tall..."
People like that are quite common in Feysac... aside from the colonel title... Klein for a moment and said:
In what year did you die?
Andy Haydn's figure gradually faded away, leaving only a single sentence:
"1338..."
"Twelve years ago, well, ' Admiral Hurricane ' Qilangos had been famous for no more than ten years... That colonel might have already become a general in the Feynapotter Empire..." Klein nodded slightly, realizing that he hadn't even had a chance to ask Andy Haydn what his last wishes were.
Well, letting him be free is already a good deed... Klein quickly put the matter out of his mind and materialized "The World" Gehrman Sparrow.
"... Please tell Miss ' The Magician ' that Mr. X. Lewis Wien is dead, and ask her to receive the keepsake and the magic book... I will ask her again when I need it."
Before Fors lay an endless Gray Fog, and in her ears came the emotionless words of "the world" Gehrman Sparrow. Although she had been somewhat prepared for the news, she still found it hard to believe and dared not accept it.
Did he really succeed? Was he the one who caused that thunderstorm in the East Borough? Fors suppressed the turmoil in his heart and, under the cover of night, set up a ritual in his bedroom to pray for blessings.
Before long, the illusory door formed by the candlelight and Spirituality materials opened, and two items flew out, landing lightly on the table.
Fors took a closer look and almost screamed. She quickly covered her mouth, took two steps back, and moved closer to the " Wall of Spirituality."
One of the two items was her " Lemano's Travel Notes," and the other was a grotesque head covered in cracks and fissures, stained with blood, as if pieced together from fragments, and shimmering faintly with a glass-like reflection.
As a medical school graduate and a Doctor who had worked in a well-known clinic, Fors had seen his fair share of corpses, but none were as disgusting, bizarre, and terrifying as the head before him.
After calming herself down, Fors looked at the head again and recognized that it was indeed Lewis Wien.
She first cautiously confirmed the Astrology interpretation, then silently muttered to herself, her face twitching slightly:
"Mr. 'World' smashed the target's head, then pieced it back together again?"
At that moment, an image involuntarily surfaced in Fors's mind:
The cold-blooded Gehrman Sparrow sat at the table, picking up the blood-stained fragments of the head one by one and carefully putting them together as a jigsaw puzzle.
This sent a chill down Fors; she inexplicably felt that "the world" was a mad killer with a severe mental illness.
She shifted her gaze, took two steps forward, picked up " Lemano's Travel Notes," and casually flipped through it.
Her gaze gradually froze, for the magic book contained much more information, seemingly related to wind and lightning.
This reminded her once again of the fleeting thunderstorm in the East Borough, and she was certain that it was caused by Mr. "World".
Fors quickly flipped to the three yellowed pages of " Lemano's Travel Notes," only to find them completely blank.
She immediately had a guess, believing that "The World" Gehrman Sparrow must have Record the extraordinary abilities of Demigod with the help of " The Fool ".
I only realized today that if I had enough money and resources, I could ask the members of the Tarot Club to help me Record my various extraordinary abilities. This would make " Lemano's Travel Notes " incredibly powerful. But I have no money, no resources... Well, I can ask my teacher for a reward this time, saying that I sacrificed a lot to help him get revenge... Fors thought for a moment, then thanked Mr. " The Fool " first, and then asked him to tell "The World":
"... I feel very guilty. My reward is not commensurate with the difficulty of the task. I will make some compensation after I receive the reward."
After the prayers were finished, Fors concluded the ceremony and busied himself hiding the head.
"If Hugh finds out, she'll definitely imagine a horror story..." Fors clapped his hands Fors finishing everything and thought leisurely.
By the time Fors responded, Klein had already returned to the real world and could only hear a muffled female voice.
Even so, he couldn't suppress his fear and dread, because the weakness of the " Death Knell " revolver this time was:
Afraid of women!
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