100 Böklund Street, Portland Moment's home, garden corner.
Many of the ants and insects that had gathered here began to disperse, and the eerie, cold feeling gradually weakened.
The supernatural being here probably doesn't have much experience... Seeing that she had achieved her goal, Hibbert nodded almost imperceptibly, then turned around lightly and strolled along the path through the garden.
She didn't rush back inside, but instead enjoyed the crimson Moonlight, the cool air, and the faint fragrance of flowers all by herself.
After a long while, Hibbert gave up her walk, left the garden, and entered the lobby on the first floor.
By this time, apart from the guests playing Texas Hold'em, many gentlemen and ladies had already said their goodbyes. Just as Hibbert found her mother, Madam Liana, she saw her father, Congressman Macht, and several other men chatting and coming down from the second floor, looking quite pleased.
"Are you getting ready to go home? You have to visit a very important guest tomorrow morning." Liana gestured for her daughter to come closer as she walked towards her husband, asking with a smile.
Congressman Macht nodded and said:
"If it weren't for this, I think I would have enjoyed another Portland cigar."
Liana glanced at Willis, Dawn Dantès, and the others beside her, and casually asked:
"What are you guys talking about? The topic seems quite interesting?"
Macht shifted his body slightly and said with a smile:
Dawn said he encountered ghosts when he was in the Southern Continent.
He and his companion suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, but they couldn't open their eyes because they felt heavy on their bodies, as if someone was pressing down on them.
"They struggled to finally break free from this state and get out of bed, only to find the room very cold. You may not know, but the weather in West Balam is hot most of the time."
"Then, Dawn and his companion, each armed with a double-barreled shotgun, kept watch all night. As soon as the Sun rose, they hurriedly left the town."
After listening, Madam Liana looked at Dawn Dantès ' face with great interest:
Is this true?
Do ghosts really exist?
Klein smiled and shook his head, saying:
"I can't be sure. Maybe my companion and I just went through an adventure, and our mental state wasn't stable enough, and our physical condition wasn't good either, which led to all sorts of problems."
The story he told actually came from one of Anderson's experiences. When the Strongest Hunter in the Sonia Sea was exploring a temple in the primeval jungle, he successfully encountered a ghost, which led to a massive night run.
Ghosts... Hibbert glanced at the garden, a slight smile playing on her lips before quickly disappearing.
She said nothing, quietly listening as her parents said goodbye to the acquaintances around them, and then returned home with them.
Late at night, Hibbert, dressed in her nightgown, went to the balcony, stood behind the curtains, and gazed at the sewer entrance on Böklund Street.
As she watched, her face gradually paled, as if she were recalling that painful and terrifying experience.
She forced herself to look away, took two deep breaths, then turned and walked to the bedside.
During this process, she lightly bit her lip and silently murmured to herself:
"That must be a Wraith... it definitely is..."
"I need talismans or items from the ' The Sun ' realm..."
As Hibbert gazed at the sewer entrance, Klein was also observing the area.
So many days have passed, I wonder how Trissy, that Witch, has recovered, or if she has left... Luckily Hibbert was scared by me and hasn't dared to approach the sewer entrance during this time... Klein's gaze swept over the rows of iron-black gas lampposts, and he nodded slightly.
He immediately opened the iron cigarette case, allowing his Wraith Marionette to appear in the full-length mirror.
He had decided to send Senor to check the sewers to confirm Trissy's condition, lest the Witch cause any trouble.
Moreover, that sewer was too close to Dawn Dantès' identity, and Klein did not want Trissy to stay nearby for long. He only wished that she would recover from her injuries as soon as possible, start her operation, and get away from Böklund Street.
Hmm, " Admiral of Blood " Senor appears every now and then, which fits the character setting I made before, that is, he does not live in the surrounding area, because the sewers here hide secrets, and he often drifts over to find them... Klein thought to himself as he had the Marionette wearing an old tricorn hat use the Mirror Blink to the surface of the gas lamp on the side of the street, and then, in Wraith form, it penetrated the manhole cover and quickly approached the hidden side road where Trissy was hiding.
Before they even reached the end, the " Wraith " Senor, who possessed night vision, saw that the place was already deserted.
Has she already recovered and left? Klein thoughtfully directed the Marionette forward, stopping at the area where Trissy had been sitting.
He found the place very clean; not only was the ground no longer muddy and wet, but even the moss on the walls and in the corners was gone.
There wasn't even a crumb of food... Did that guy become a germaphobe after turning into a woman? No, maybe he always was... Klein used the vision of the " Wraith " Senor to examine the surrounding environment and judged that Trissy either hadn't left yet or had left no more than a day ago, otherwise this place couldn't be kept so clean.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when the soft sound of footsteps reached the ears of the " Wraith."
Under his Manipulation, Senor turned and walked outside, where, unsurprisingly, he saw Trissy, dressed in a dark black dress.
This Witch had smooth, flowing black hair, unlike other girls her age who had various hairstyles; hers was simple and plain.
With her face regained its color but remained pale, Trissy looked like a dreamlike flower quietly blooming in the Evernight.
As expected of Witch... Luckily, I was separated by a layer of Marionette, otherwise I would have stared at her rather inappropriately... Heh, the dead are not tempted! No matter how charming Witch is, she can't turn the dead into Living Corpse and make them crawl out of their graves... Klein muttered to himself, then said to Trissy, who seemed bewildered but was actually on guard and had released invisible threads:
Where did you go?
Trissy raised an eyebrow and said:
Do you prefer to take care of your personal hygiene in your sleeping area?
Uh... I thought Witch didn't need to go to the bathroom... Klein said self-deprecatingly, which made " Wraith " Senor chuckle:
You mean peeing and pooping?
He deliberately had the Marionette say that to fit the character of the " Admiral of Blood," a rude pirate.
Trissy frowned slightly, her delicate brows furrowing almost imperceptibly, and said:
"Is there anything else?"
" The Wraith " Senor didn't continue the topic, but instead said:
You look like you're recovering well.
Trissy smiled faintly and said:
"Not bad, I'll be leaving tomorrow."
She paused for a moment, her slightly narrow eyes narrowing slightly:
"To be honest, sometimes I doubt whether you really are a ' Admiral of Blood '."
Of course it's true! You should ask if it's dead or alive... Klein asked the Marionette Senor with great interest:
Why do you say that?
Trissy's gaze swept across the " Wraith's" face as she said:
"It is said that the ' Admiral of Blood ' is a man who indulges in his desires and has no resistance to beautiful women or men."
"But when you face me, I see not a single spark of desire."
"I thought the real ' Admiral of Blood ' would have included a clause forcing me into the last cooperation agreement."
Klein hesitated for two seconds, then let " the Wraith " Senor chuckle self-deprecatingly:
"I'm afraid of becoming addicted to ' Pleasure ' and being controlled by you."
Trissy's expression changed instantly; this was indeed one of the reasons she brought up the topic.
For Witch who control " Pleasure," Beyonder habitually indulge their desires are natural prey.
Klein deliberately changed the subject, letting the Marionette speak:
"You're going to look for your target tomorrow?"
"Clearly, that head of the palace guards knows you and recognizes what you look like."
After all, you were placed by Prince Edessak's side by them... Klein silently added in his mind.
Trissy lowered her head, looked at her toes, and chuckled softly.
"You can rest assured, I have a well-thought-out plan."
As she spoke, she turned her body to the side and casually pointed to the depths of the sewer, saying:
"Starting from here, at the end of the sixth fork in the road where you turn left, there is a Concealment passage with traces of long-term human activity. Hehe, I discovered it while wandering around these past few days."
"I think this has something to do with that girl from last time..."
"Is this also why you came here?"
Concealment passage? Klein neither confirmed nor denied it, allowing the " Wraith " Senor to laugh:
Did you find anything?
Trissy shook her head:
"There's nothing there. Perhaps only through specific means, or by someone possessing specific items, can we find clues."
" The Marauder's" intuition, or perhaps the item on Hibbert's person? Klein didn't let Senor continue the conversation, placing his hand on his chest and smiling as he bowed slightly:
"Now that you've fully recovered, I can rest assured."
He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly vanished.
Trissy stared intently, but gained nothing, until the distant end of the invisible threads she had emitted was brushed by a "gentle breeze" before she turned her gaze back, confirming that " Admiral of Blood " had truly left.
By this time, Klein had already Manipulation the " Wraith " back to the sewer entrance, without attempting to explore the place Trissy had mentioned.
There were three main reasons for his choice: first, it was already beyond a hundred meters; second, he doubted he would find anything, since he wasn't a " Marauder " and didn't have any relevant items; and third, Trissy was still there.
On Thursday morning, Fors woke up naturally, got up, washed up, grabbed a slice of toast, Door Opening, and took a bunch of things out of the mailbox.
As she walked towards the coffee table where the coffee was placed, she casually flipped through the things in her hands and found a reply she had been looking forward to for several days.
Putting aside the newspaper, bills, and other letters, Fors opened the letter in her hand.
"... The teacher has already arrived in Backlund?" Fors quickly glanced through the information and whispered in surprise.
At the same time, she saw the toast she was holding in her mouth fall straight to the ground.
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