chapter 25
Chapter 114: Remaining stubborn
In the vampire bar, Klein, who had finished a glass of absinthe, finally waited for Burkhardt, who had belatedly returned.
Compared to last time, the young vampire waiter felt more troubled than before.
He picked up the wine he had left on the bar and took a sip, thinking about how to make Count Mistral's words sound less offensive.
The "potion professor" who is not yet married does not want to offend a powerful Sequence Five who is very likely to become the divine envoy of the Aurora Society in the future. On the contrary, as far as he is concerned, he actually really wants to be with the person in front of him who will probably become famous in the future. Make good connections with the "potential stocks" in order to gain some benefits during the work report every five years, so that he can be noticed by the big shots in the Holy City and transferred back to Aarons in advance.
"Well, I just read the list," Burkhardt considered. "Most of the compatriots have no plans to enter into long-term cooperative relationships with anyone in the near future, so I will try to help you ask other people who have not registered their names in the list. The vampires on the list."
Long-term cooperation... I just want to find a doctor to prevent accidents... Klein, who did not understand the true current situation of the vampire clan, nodded slightly and decided to try again.
"How long are you talking about in the near future? I can accept temporary cooperation."
"I'm sorry, I understand your urgency, but this is the long-standing tradition of our tribe. Except for those ignorant ordinary customers, usually each vampire will only have one partner for a period of time. This is The importance our vampire family attaches to the spirit of contract is also the caution we use to survive in this vast and chaotic world."
Burkhardt looked at Klein with a smile and gave a time limit in a calm tone.
"As for how long you want to know in the near future..."
"Well, generally at least ten years."
Ten...ten years!
Should I say that it is an immortal species? Ten years is still a short period of time... Klein, who came with the mentality of trying his luck, only made a small complaint and did not continue to struggle. After shaking it, the bottom was found, with only a few thin drops of emerald green. The glass stuck to the bottom sighed softly:
"Okay, then I look forward to your reply."
"You can contact me from Mr. A. I just hope that I won't be unable to walk by the time I get the news from you." Klein complained slightly with a hint of resentment.
"You are joking. Although the long life we are born with allows us to squander time arbitrarily and luxuriously on weekdays, it does not mean that the vampires will not pay attention to friends' requests. You will get my answer soon."
After quickly calculating the approximate time it would take to investigate all the local vampire files in Backlund and sift through the newborns, Burkhardt vowed that even if it was a kidnapping, he would definitely find them from all over Loen. Two unlucky guys are on a mission to the future angel who has not yet received a code name.
"Next Monday I'll bring the right person I can find to the bar."
"Okay, thank you."
The search for the extraordinary doctor came to an end. Klein wanted to get another glass of absinthe, but as soon as he reached for the glass, he suddenly remembered a piece of trivia he had seen on the Internet before.
Absinthe seems to have hallucinogenic and aphrodisiac effects. In nineteenth-century France, it was an addictive drug used by many artists along with cigarettes... Klein's cold hand touched the wine glass and he immediately retracted it.
Should we say that Intis is worthy of being a different world version of France?
Even popular addictive drugs are the same.
Faced with Burkhardt's expectations, Klein suppressed his desire for the mysterious green liquid and tentatively changed the topic.
"I heard that unlike Aarons, hallucinogenic drugs are not banned in the Northern Continent."
Burkhardt suddenly became interested after being exposed to his professional point.
"That's true. After all, ever since merchants from the Northern Continent discovered morphine fields on the land of the former Highland Kingdom, learned the practices of local indigenous priests, and tasted the wonderful experience the leaves brought to them, they realized that there was another secret hidden in the new colony. A great treasure."
"These newly discovered medicinal products can easily create a steady stream of addicts for colonial merchants and send them money. Although the governments of the Northern Continent intentionally want to stop the spread of hallucinogenic drugs, the church does not want its own agents There are diseased seedlings among those whose meaning of life is only to suck the leaves, but the profits from the leaves are still too great, and many high-level officials are the beneficiaries behind them. There is no such easy prohibition, so we can only try to control the channels and quantities of inflows, and at the same time, in a non-stop way An eye-catching way to remind wild Beyonders who have little common sense to prevent them from turning themselves into unstable bombs that are on the verge of losing control at any time."
Will hallucinogenic drugs increase the risk of extraordinary people losing control? Klein frowned slightly.
"There are many extraordinary people among the indigenous priests, right?"
"Yes, morphine was originally a supplement used by the blasphemers of the Highland Kingdom to communicate with the ugly evil gods they believed in. It was also a temporary analgesic for the 'Temperance Sect' of the 'Rose School' in the past when they were in great pain during their ascetic practices."
As he spoke, Burkhardt evoked a sarcastic sneer.
"Of course, the current 'Rose School' has almost given up on these methods, and will only occasionally mix some in the meals they provide to the rebels, so as to send more poor western natives to die, so that they can be shot through their bodies. At the last moment when the fireball cooked his brain, he was still living in the dream of reviving the country and embracing his old relatives."
I won't repeat the tragedy of being frightened by the organized legions before charging, and then committing suicide by using their rifles as firewood against the firepower of the line soldiers... Out of the good and noble qualities of the blood clan, Burckhardt was very restrained. He held back what he didn't finish.
"You seem to know the Highland Kingdom very well?" Klein asked abruptly.
Burkhardt, who had mixed emotions on his lips, was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but chuckle a few times.
"You don't understand us too well, Mr. Moriarty."
"All vampires who still maintain their dignity and pride know the Highland Kingdom very well." Burkhardt's eyes flashed with a dangerous light, "Haven't you read the records of the 'Scarlet Battle' four hundred years ago? I thought That part of history is already a required part of the imperial textbooks."
"The death of Her Royal Highness Ortina is an unforgettable sorrow for each of us vampires. It is a blood debt that we must let the 'Rose School' repay."
"This is why we, who have always resisted direct participation in war, not long ago mobilized a large number of blood relatives to cooperate with the 'War Angels' to participate in the cage battle around the highland capital."
Was it the army of the Second Empire of Trunsoest that captured the old capital of the Highland Kingdom?
This is different from the official propaganda of the Kingdom...
But why did Trunsoest's army capture the capital of the Highland Kingdom, but now it is Rune who rules the Star Plateau?
More than four hundred years ago, the "Rose School" or the "Temperance School" of the Highland Kingdom's state religion came to power, and they actually killed a Highness of the Blood Tribe?
No wonder Miss Hunter said that the vampires would not welcome her. She seemed to be a member of the "Rose School" before being adopted by Zaratul...
Many thoughts prompted questions to pop up one after another. On the surface, Klein still pretended to have a clear expression and nodded without any fluctuations.
It seemed that he did understand what Burckhardt was talking about, but he just didn't react for a moment.
He didn't dare touch the absinthe on the table anymore.
"No wonder my friends all say that vampires are excellent historians." Klein stood up and prepared to leave, complimenting him a little.
Burckhardt's praise of Klein was undeniable, as if it were natural.
He took the initiative to pay for Klein's drink and delivered it all the way to the door just like when he arrived.
"The night is still long, my friend," Burckhardt said goodbye with a smile. "I wish you good luck."
"I also wish you good luck." Klein agreed.
It started to rain lightly in Backlund late at night. Holding the umbrella gifted by the vampire clan, the tall and upright figure of the detective gradually disappeared into the depths of the rain and thick fog.
Burkhardt, who was guarding the entrance of the bar, watched Klein's back, and the smile at the corner of his mouth slowly disappeared.
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The spirit, which is no different from the body, appears in a thin grayish white.
Before Klein could sit down in his usual seat, he was half surprised and half puzzled when he saw a long-lost figure leaning against the long table, quietly flipping through a notebook.
The intuition of a "divineer" told him that the figure that blended in with the ubiquitous gray fog in the surrounding environment and did not appear obtrusive at all was not waiting for him deliberately, but after he decided to board the gray fog for a long time. Before that, I had already arrived near the long table, but I didn't know why.
Long time no see?
Why are you willing to show your face?
What are you looking at?
Klein thought of several excuses to try to break the embarrassing situation in front of him, and denied them one by one. Finally, he swallowed the desire to communicate. As usual, he sat on his own and took off the wrapping around his wrist. Pendulum and start divination.
He needs to determine his status after promotion, and more importantly, he needs to interpret the pictures he saw in the illusion of promotion.
For some reason, the moment he drank the "Faceless Man" potion, he clearly felt tremendous pain and pollution as deep and wide as the sea. But when he stabilized his condition, all the adverse reactions suddenly disappeared, as if he had seen it before. What he sees and hears are just hallucinations that come with the potion, and they are the embodiment of his own fear of certain existences buried deep in his heart.
Just as the citrine fell, the "God of Mystery" who had been leaning on the long table holding a book and reading suddenly raised his head.
His thin face was still hidden behind the gray mist, with only a pair of dark and deep eyes vaguely exposed.
"You may be in danger recently."
The citrine swayed slightly, and Klein maintained his posture of preparing for divination and raised his brows.
"Is this your prophecy or a reminder?"
He couldn't figure out what dangers he would encounter under Zaratul's seemingly 24-hour surveillance. Who was qualified to bypass an angel's trap? Could it be another 0-08?
The "God of Mystery" did not explain, but continued:
"It's a piece of advice."
He closed the book in his hand and allowed Klein to see clearly the text on the cover. It was a type of text that the young "seer" had never seen before and could not decipher.
"You are not special, or according to what we used to say, you are just an ordinary mediocre person in the vast sea of people. What is truly special is the fate you are now carrying, which imprisons you and provides you with additional strength. This gray fog."
"Just like the three laws of extraordinary characteristics that you are familiar with, the gray fog itself is one of the largest sources of gravity, and its existence is the reason for disputes. When you truly obtain divinity, you will have a better understanding of the future. Only with a profound perspective can you better understand the direction of destiny, and then you will truly understand why I say this is a piece of advice."
Looking at the "God of Mystery" who slowly turned his face, Klein always felt that he saw a sinister smile with enough humanity under the thick gray fog.
"Because then you will realize that before your eyes, what you can see and what you can't see, all the destined futures are full of dangers all the time."
The "god of mystery" with an unknown purpose is like a country magician. What he says is so confusing and confusing that no one can understand it.
What is a destined future?
Klein had finished reading the "God of Mysteries" and the Holy Scriptures of the True Creator early on, and he even paid more attention to these two books than he studied "The Apocalypse of the Night" when he was a "Nighthawk".
He was very sure that even among the "mysteries", the few among the many gods and hidden beings who held time-related authority were only involved in the past and present, and could not have any effective impact on the future, and could only make limited predictions.
Otherwise, "Mystery" would never have died. The moment he determined the future direction, he could have taken corresponding measures to avoid the danger that should have endangered him.
Klein put down his pendulum. The doubts about his status after promotion were nothing compared to the questions he wanted to know next. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net could pick it up again at any time.
"In my dream, in the hallucination I saw when I was promoted, I saw a door of light." Klein stared at Secret's face with burning eyes. "I saw you imprisoned by that door of light, unable to move... …"
"That light door is the essence of the gray mist?"
"Are we actually inside some door?"
God, who might disappear into the mist at any time, was stunned. He didn't expect such a surprise to be waiting for him.
However, this gaffe was fleeting under the cover of the "God of Mystery" for many years, and disappeared together with the emotions that appeared at the same time, leaving only the culprit itself that caused everything.
"That's not entirely correct. The gray fog is not the same as the light gate."
He did not deny that he was trapped in the light gate, but the gray fog is not the same as the light gate... Klein's vision was dyed in black and white, penetrating the lengthy fog inside the palace...
boom.
A pair of brown eyeballs exploded without warning. Countless flesh sprouts twitched and left the body of the "faceless man", squirming and escaping all over the ground. They couldn't wait to combine with the surrounding gray mist and turned into smooth black tentacles. .
The "God of Mystery" who had no idea that things would develop like this wanted to open his mouth several times. He kept raising and lowering his hands in the air, but stopped talking until a tentacle passed straight through his chest and tore a piece of it. A wound dripping with confetti.
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"Secret": Can you have a longer memory?
This is a small spoiler. "Secret" contradicts what Xiaoke said earlier. You can guess what his state is and what his essence is.
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Chapter 115 Phased Summary
The yellowed pages of the book were turned over one by one, and the "God of Mystery" quietly watched as the words recording his individual nature were withdrawn as the smooth tentacles that penetrated his chest were drawn out. Following the call of inspiration, he raised his gaze upwards. .
He just glanced with his peripheral vision and saw black threads extending from the surrounding gray. Thin illusory veins fell from the dome dotted with crimson stars, connecting to a blue-black door made entirely of light. Trying to bring Him back to the long-awaited dream.
Although the out-of-control worm vortex is still raging, it is already showing signs of stopping.
An external force came from the inside out, squeezing pieces of blue-black coagulated blood out of the eye of the storm composed of worms and tentacles.
The black that encompasses all colors reflects the sparkles of the crimson stars shining on the sea, breaking the connection between the vortex and the threads hanging from infinite heights.
The green face of Klein Moretti emerged in the empty core of the vortex, roaring silently, and the original bookish intimacy was completely distorted by pain.
As an orange-red flame rose, a large amount of paper scraps were ignited, returning to the gap in history. The figure of the "God of Mystery" reappeared above the gray mist. His chest was intact, but his whole body became more and more ethereal and transparent. to almost colorless.
He looked at Klein, who was about to repair his body damage and expel pollution, raised his hand to steal his memories of the past two minutes, and couldn't help but sigh.
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"My status after promotion."
Klein chewed on the divination sentence he had written on the paper in front of him. The more he thought about it, the more incredible the answer he got from the dream became.
It's been less than twenty-four hours since I drank the potion, and already more than half of the digestive process has been completed, or even more?
Generally speaking, after ordinary extraordinary people are promoted, they need to invest a lot of energy to stabilize their status before they can continue to perform. Just like a patient who has just completed a transplant surgery, he can only live a normal life after surviving the rejection reaction.
Klein, on the other hand, directly skipped this process, as if the Extraordinary characteristics accommodated in his body were already a part of his body. There was no process of the physical body being unable to carry the Extraordinary, and the Extraordinary adapting to the new shell.
This kind of speed is probably only possessed by the legendary God's Favorite... Ah, it turns out I am the God's Favorite, so that's okay.
After sighing briefly, Klein thought carefully and concluded several points that could explain his condition. He began to cooperate with the pendulum one by one to perform divination for verification.
Although I am now called "Cline Moretti", my spirit body is called "Zhou Mingrui". I am a person from another world. The records in the spirit world are the same as the original records of "Cline Moretti" It's completely different. As long as I am still moving with this body, I am performing a kind of performance, an instinctive performance similar to a person's need to drink water.
Wait, I remember that Jerry Zaratul had played many people before, and it took him nearly two years to fully digest the potion of the "Faceless Man"... Klein looked at the clockwise shaking in his hand and confirmed that he was the first The pendulum made a guess and understood that the reason he just thought of was indeed one of the keys to digesting the potion, but it was incomplete.
I have only used the two identities of "Cline Moretti" and "Sherlock Moriarty" since time travel. The latter was just used recently, so it probably didn't have much effect... He tried to think divergently. , reviewing his life from Tingen to Backlund, his frown slowly showed signs of relaxing.
He suddenly remembered something Jerry Zaratul had mentioned.
Before arriving in Tingen, he mostly tried acting during missions and travels, so even if he compiled a sufficiently real origin and past for each of his identities, it would not last long.
The identities played by Jerry Zaratul have no endings, and the activity time is too short. Is this the reason why it took him nearly two years to complete the digestion of a large number of different identities?
If you understand it this way, the funeral of Klein Moretti, who did die in the Inse-Zangerville disaster, and was buried in the grave by his brothers, sisters and colleagues in Tingen, just contributed to the conclusion of his past more than 20 years. The ritual of the end cut off this identity and the communication with most people in the social connections he established, and constituted a complete life of Klein Moretti, with a beginning and an end.
Is this the best way for "Faceless Man" to digest?
There is also "Sherlock Moriarty", which is also an identity different from "Cline Moretti" and "Zhou Mingrui", but his character image is not three-dimensional and his life context is not complete, so in The role played by the potion in digestion is not yet obvious.
But my experience is almost impossible to replicate. What should other "faceless men" do if they want to digest the magic potion quickly?
Almost as soon as Klein asked the question, he gave the answer himself.
It's very simple. If other "faceless people" want to achieve a perfect performance, they only need to investigate all aspects of a person's detailed information in advance, and then find a suitable opportunity to silently take over his identity and become his appearance, and His past family and friends lived together, deceiving his identity and old social relationships, so that the outside world would recognize his performance without any mistakes...
In the end, he died in a "reasonable" accident and left... There was deathly silence in the gray fog, so quiet that Klein could clearly hear his own heartbeat.
His lips wriggled a few times, he stretched out his five fingers to clasp his face, and rubbed it hard a few times before suppressing the sudden heavy guilt.
Well, with this, the goal for the next stage is also clear... Klein materialized the paper again, held the pen and listed a few lines of small words.
The performance of Sherlock Moriarty does not need to be deliberate, as long as it is different from my own character and can leave a deep impression on others.
"The tasks of investigating Gostals and the role can be put together, and the East District is a good target for feedback."
As for the rest... Klein put down the pen in his hand, looked up at the end of the long table, his eyes stopped on the seat of "The World", and subconsciously did not move forward.
Lanerwus still carries the aura of the true creator on his body. It is only a matter of time before he is found by the Aurora Society. You can go down and ask Mr. A now...
On the seat of "World", the emblem with the logo of "Soothsayer" was dimmed because the owner had not yet returned. Klein looked at the "Eye without Pupil" that he was tired of looking at, which was simpler than the symbol of "The Fool". " and "Twisted Thread", I feel a little strange for no reason.
His instinct told him that he seemed to have forgotten something.
Looking up, Klein's eyes reflected endless gray, and he said doubtfully:
"Is there something there?"
During the divination just now, in addition to the feedback on the potion, he also clearly felt that after being promoted to Sequence Six, his connection with the mysterious space above the gray fog has become closer, and there have been some changes, and he can naturally draw on a little power. .
The simplest example is that when he embodies the "world" and controls the dummy, the dummy's subtle movements and facial expressions have been optimized, so that the flaws will not be visible at a glance after losing the gray fog cover like before. .
However, except for normal gatherings, there is still no need to mobilize too much power from the gray mist at other times... Klein instinctively does not have much connection with things related to the "God of Mystery".
Inexplicably attracted by the end of the gray fog, he stood up slowly, followed his inspiration, and walked in a certain direction outside the ancient palace. The gray fog spread under his feet separated like sea water from behind Klein's footprints, leaving a trace in the palace. Got off a well-marked road.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, when Klein's spirituality gradually dried up and he was close to the limit, almost giving up exploration, a scenery different from the boundless gray fog appeared in front of him.
The color is darker, mixed with a little green and black mist, spreading from the top, hanging like a curtain behind an incomplete staircase.
The pure light was forged by someone unknown into slender platforms floating in mid-air, extending all the way to the void above, leaving only an additional path for those who came.
Like the palace where Klein usually gathers, the steps here seem to be prepared for larger creatures such as giants.
There is something behind the curtain. Are the stairs here for easy climbing?
Looking at the incomplete stairs cut off by the curtain, Klein counted from the bottom to the front of the curtain.
"Four steps, does it mean that my body has contained magic potions from Sequence Nine to Sequence Six? What is behind the curtain is a level that I have not yet reached, because I have not drank the corresponding magic potion and my body lacks extraordinary characteristics, so I cannot Unlocked?"
With the question in mind, Klein muttered to himself and cautiously stepped onto the Stairway of Light.
Relying on the instinct of spiritual flight achieved by mobilizing the power of gray mist, Klein stood on the fourth step blocked by the curtain without any effort.
He felt the hard texture of the thick gray with his hands, and became increasingly certain that he would not be able to cross the barrier before his next promotion.
But looking at the bright side, this also means that the connection between him and Gray Fog is not that deep yet.
Each step corresponds to a part of the knowledge, which makes up for the fact that the "faceless man" and the previous potions did not directly feed me back... Klein recalled what Old Neil emphasized when he first formally taught him mysticism. focus.
"High-ranking beings on the extraordinary path can use the connection between characteristics to secretly influence lower-ranking people, granting or depriving them of knowledge."
Is this the knowledge that has been stripped away from the Soothsayer path by the Mysteries? It's of no use...
Most of the knowledge fed back to him by the ladder is a supplement to the ritual magic he has already mastered. It does not give him any additional extraordinary abilities. The most it helps him is that he can get better information when performing similar rituals in the future. effect and improve efficiency.
But it can't be said that he didn't gain anything at all... Klein turned back and followed the traces he left when he came.
The hazy ancient palace in the distance enlarged step by step in his eyes, and Klein was thoughtful.
The knowledge of ladder feedback gave him an inspiration.
A perfect advent ceremony can withstand the power of the gods' descent to the maximum extent, and cooperate with the container to complete the descent of the gods.
This is not unfamiliar to him who has been exposed to similar rituals, and even directly participated in it himself, almost becoming a part of the ritual.
The key thing is that after being promoted to Sequence Six, the spirit body is tougher than before, and Klein can't help but be curious.
If I can use the gray mist to bring down the spirit and body of living creatures, can I go through a similar ritual to appear anywhere at will, and can move in the form of a spirit body like Miss Hunter?
In the spirit state, the negative effects of many sealed objects will no longer be a problem. When in danger, Klein can also actively interrupt the ritual at any time, return to the gray mist, and obtain something comparable to what he only saw roughly described in the information. The mobility of a "traveler".
The only thing that needs to be noted is that my spirit body cannot have the ability to fight head-on like a real "revenge spirit" unless it is equipped with an extra layer of protection.
"It's a pity that Miss Hunter will be back tomorrow, and I can't board the gray fog experiment at will." Klein shook his head and muttered to himself, no longer staying, and returned to the real world.
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"Old man, can you move in a spiritual state? Or do you have to be possessed by someone to maintain your existence?"
On the country road near the Serenity Church, Leonard, who was rarely freed from training and had a chance to rest, observed the surroundings vigilantly and said to himself.
After the Tingen incident, in view of the fact that Dunn, the former captain of the Tingen team, lost the ability to continue to be promoted, and questions were raised about whether there was any remaining contamination in his body, and whether his legs could return to normal walking levels, the church considered it and appointed him. Another Sequence Seven member, "Psychic" Daly Simone, was appointed as the temporary captain. At the same time, he also decided to approve the promotion applications of members who met the potion control standards in Tinggen. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net and promised to dispatch The missing auxiliary extraordinary person hopes to restore the church's security power in Tingen in a short time.
Leonard was on the list of those approved for promotion.
It's just that unlike Frye, another teammate who was approved and about to be promoted, Leonard chose to leave the reorganizing Tingen squad and apply to join the more dangerous "Red Gloves."
He did not want the tragedy that happened to him to happen again to more people, and he also hoped to catch up with the missing apostate and give him the punishment he deserved.
"Old man?"
After receiving no response, Leonard called into the air again tentatively.
"If I can't move with my spirit body, how did I get into your body?" The old voice hidden in Leonard whispered angrily, as if he was afraid of disturbing the forest shrouded in silence.
"I remember you were attached to a gold coin..." Leonard scratched his head and looked around quickly.
It wasn't until he heard the old man's deliberately lowered voice that he remembered that he was still within the radiation range of the church, less than a kilometer away from the earthly angel who served as the pope, and his head was buried very low.
After walking for a while, stepping on the crunching golden and red fallen leaves, Leonard muttered softly:
"You're so afraid of being discovered, why don't you stop me from joining the 'Red Gloves'?"
"Why don't you find another parasite?"
I'm stuck. I'm really sorry for posting this so late. I didn't mean to do it. I'm really not feeling right lately.
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116 East District
"Why don't I find another parasite?"
The old voice hidden in Leonard's head had a strange tone.
"I remember I told you a long time ago that I have a terrible enemy. He made a deal with an existence that had protected me, laid a trap, destroyed my body, and made me only use the spirit body. Only when the form is parasitic in other living things can it slow down the flow of power and survive."
"Did the senior deacon named Sesima teach you about the ability of the 'parasite' yesterday?"
"Although I completed the role of 'Parasite' very early and surpassed that level, I still need to abide by the most basic rules, otherwise the loss of power will only be faster and it will be easier to go crazy and lose control."
"Otherwise, wouldn't it be safer for me to be a parasite on microorganisms and other animals that would not be noticed at all than to stay in your body?"
Leonard listened with a solemn expression, and then said after a while:
"Did you say that you can't change parasite targets frequently...'parasites' can only parasitize humans?"
The slightly old voice let out a laugh.
"Are all of you 'Nightmares' so forgetful?"
"I remember your goddess was not like this."
"Have you forgotten why we first met?"
"Gold coins of the Tudor Empire!" Leonard suddenly realized, "You mean, the 'parasite' cannot be parasitic on an inhuman carrier for a long time, otherwise it will increase the risk of losing control?"
As he spoke, Leonard took out an ugly metal disc wrapped in rust from his trousers pocket.
As his thumbs gently brushed both sides of the gold coin, the glory and glory of the past hidden under the traces of time were once again reflected in the eyes of the people of this world.
Its front is quite simple, consistent with the design style of metal coins of later countries in the Northern Continent. Only the emblem of the ruler, the blood-red symbol of the "Hunter" belonging to Alistair Tudor, occupies the center, and its back The surface is different from the former, vividly displaying the gorgeous and complex asymmetrical style of the Fourth Age.
Abstract symbols composed of five different elements are surrounded by stars like a moon, guarding the crown with an iron-black cloak hanging from the top. These five "stars" symbolizing the highest power of the Emperor Tudor Empire are two high and three low. The one on the far left is On the cascading door adjacent to the cloak, on the far right is an uneven clock dial with alternating light and dark. The vertical pupils composed of crosses and dragon scales, five fingers of different lengths, and the doors separated by vertical swords are parallel to each other. Arranged in no particular order under the pattern above.
This gold coin, which has considerable historical value and mystical significance, is Leonard's adventure on his first mission after becoming an Extraordinary. It is the beginning of a future where everything goes against his expectations and his hopes are far away.
Dunn led Leonard, a new member of the team, and Dai Li, who requested it, to handle that mission. Dunn simply sealed the coins, then brought them back to the Blackthorn Security Company and placed them behind Chanis' door.
During this process, Leonard never touched the coin. It was in Dunn's hands throughout the process.
But after that day, a nagging old man appeared in Leonard's mind, a "parasite" with unknown origins.
As for why this gold coin that should be behind Chanis Gate is in his hands...
"Old man, you didn't want to be discovered by the church, so why did you steal it from behind Chanis' door before leaving?"
The owner of the old voice in Leonard's head was also admiring the numerous patterns on the back of the gold coin through his eyes, and sighed complicatedly.
"Can't old people recall the past once in a while?"
"There are not many people in this world who were born in the same era as me and who have no ill will toward me. They are worthy of my memory. Even wanting to hear their names from others has become a luxury now."
They...him?
Wait, the old man survived from the Fourth Epoch? Is he "he" or "him"?
Leonard, who knew that "parasites" could extend their lives by stealing other people's time, did not dare to draw any conclusions. He rubbed the uneven sides of the gold coin that had been worn away by the wind and sand, and said thoughtfully:
"...Your old friends refer to the fallen nobles of the Fourth Age. The pattern on the coin is their symbol?"
The old voice lamented being misunderstood and chuckled.
"The pattern on the back of the gold coin you see now, the centerpiece is the symbol of the past Blood Emperor Tudor, the rest are the most powerful nobles under him, two of them are my biggest enemies, and the rest are There are two other paths adjacent to mine, and they also covet my attributes."
The old voice that lived in Leonard's head didn't explain the meaning behind the last remaining pattern.
"I used to live in the Solomon Empire, how could I be friends with them?"
Living in the Solomon Empire... Leonard first thought about a few bad jokes he read in the newspapers in his mind, and then made sure that the old man did not use the so-called deep parasitism on him before continuing to think about it.
If what the old man said is true, then why would he, a member of the Solomon Empire, take the risk to steal a gold coin from the Tudor Empire from behind the Chanis Gate?
Is the gold coin itself special, or does it have special meaning to the old man?
An old voice suddenly sounded in his mind, interrupting Leonard's thinking.
"Boy, when the training is over, which city are you going to apply for transfer to?"
Which city... Leonard was stunned for a moment and gave an answer without having time to think.
"Of course it depends on the church. The 'Red Gloves' are a mobile emergency response team. How can I have a choice?"
"I mean if, you can choose for yourself."
"Backlund, of course Backlund." He put away the coins in his hand, hid them in his trouser pocket, "Backlund Parish has more opportunities, and it is also suitable for me to continue my future roles..."
He stepped on the golden red, and the air accumulated between the fallen leaves and soil made a crisp sound under his feet.
The quiet church at night is particularly beautiful, complementing the red moon hanging high in the sky and shining coldly on the earth. Under the shadow of the huge Gothic building, a few monotonous black lines are dragged out from the gaps in the dense forest. Close human form.
Recognizing the identities of the faces that suddenly burst into view, Leonard closed his mouth decisively, swallowed what he had not finished, put on the red gloves in the other pocket again, and made a few distinctions. Holding his hands behind his head, he walked leisurely in the opposite direction.
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Backlund.
It was just dawn, and after his round with Miss Hunter, Klein put on the dark blue worker uniform he had prepared earlier, put on a disguise, and plunged into the East End, which he had explored several times but was still not familiar with.
In order to complete the mission of "Angel with Lamp" as soon as possible and get rid of the embarrassment of being able to coexist with others and being unable to climb into the gray fog at will, and the possibility of exposing secrets at any time, Klein has never worked as hard as he does now.
The spirit-shaped "resentful soul" disappeared, and Klein walked on the ever-dirty and muddy gravel road in the East District. A pale white and yellowish mist filled the surroundings, and the figures of people coming and going were blurred. The coldness of the morning could not help but be immersed in it. Clothing.
Klein shrunk his neck, pulled up the uniform jacket he wore to cover his "poisoned wine brooch", and hurried on, just like the pedestrians around him who got up early to work.
He didn't dare to casually enter the East End as Sherlock Moriarty again.
Sherlock Moriarty, who was the first to come into contact with the "Rose School", is very likely to become the "devil's" priority target for revenge. Before the specific location of Gostars is determined and the final encirclement and suppression stage is entered, Klein, who is only Sequence Six, simply cannot afford the risks that may come from rashly adopting the identity of Sherlock Moriarty to operate in the East District.
In the distance that was obscured by the haze, the majestic and dull ringing of the "Block of Order" on Backlund Bridge could be heard faintly, and Klein suddenly realized that he had been wandering in the East District for nearly an hour.
Mixed in the crowds rushing between factories, surrounded by different but similar numb faces and uniforms with only a few rigid colors, it is easy to give people the illusion that the environment has not changed and that they are always trapped in a cycle.
Pushed forward by the crowd, Klein, who was also wearing a uniform, also became a member of the flattened city. The illusory identity symbol after the individual was removed, and incorporated into a complex machine called "East Side", temporarily serving as this flesh and blood factory. part of daily operations.
If this continues, I won't get any useful information for a day... Relying on the flexible and soft body control of the "Faceless Man", Klein successfully squeezed out of the crowd.
He took a deep breath, ignoring the pungent smell of sulfur in the air, only the extra desire for freedom.
Standing on the steps on one side of the street, Klein readjusted his mentality and waited silently for another ten minutes, finally getting through the rush to finish work in the East District.
The streets with only a few scattered pedestrians are like rivers that suddenly dried up during the dry season. Except for idle gangsters and homeless people who have lost their jobs, no one else walks around.
Most East Enders spent two-thirds of their lives accompanying factory production lines... Looking at the suddenly empty streets, Klein deeply understood the meaning of the words he heard from the "Backlund Post".
Looking around, he saw in front of him a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with gray temples and wearing a thick jacket, shivering walking out of an alley, licking his chapped and newly moisturized penis from time to time. lips, savoring the delicious food they just swallowed.
There was a mixture of temporary satisfaction and frustration on his face, and his hands, which were red from the cold, were trembling constantly, and he could not even complete such a simple task as lighting a cigarette with a match.
The unique damp and cold wind in the East District in the morning blew gently by. The man held it between two fingers, and the slightly trembling match fell to the ground and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The man with the empty carton in his hand crouched and hurriedly reached out to touch it. He squinted his eyes and pressed his fingers in vain on the gravel and bumps on the ground. Finally, he pressed on an old leather boot that just happened to step into his field of vision.
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to do it!" The middle-aged and elderly man panicked, stood up straight with his hands waving, and apologized repeatedly to the person in front of him.
His face was pale, his beard had not been shaved for a long time, and his tiredness was unreservedly displayed from the tip of his eyebrows to the corners of his eyes. He was as bad as most of the workers Klein saw in the crowd just now.
"Your stuff just fell at my feet."
The middle-aged and elderly man, whose eyes were full of fear, looked at the matches that the man in front of him had conjured out of nowhere in surprise, and was stunned for a moment.
Klein stretched his flaming finger forward a little and brought it to the man's mouth.
"Won't you order it?"
With the cooperation of the illusion, the man reacted slowly for a moment, then tremblingly took the cigarette in his mouth, carefully put his hands together in front of the "burning match", and took a puff.
cluster! A weak flame burned in the tobacco leaves, and a grateful look appeared on the man's face.
"Thank you, thank you! If this sky fire is lost, it will be difficult to find it."
Klein saw that his eyes were always looking in the direction of the burning match in the illusion, and he was grateful but also a little anxious.
He wants fire? Klein couldn't understand what the man meant, but after thinking about it, he used the paper he carried with him to conjure a small "stick" and returned it to the owner of the match.
"After a match burns, you can't strike it again and light it."
The man thanked him sincerely again, took a beautiful sip, carefully put the "match" back into the carton, and explained to Klein:
"Sir, you don't usually live in the East District, right?"
"There are many factories here that use sulfur, and their waste is piled outside the wall. No one will care if you just take a little bit."
Apply sulfur powder and reuse matches... Klein opened his mouth complicatedly.
"If you do this, you may burn yourself accidentally."
As he spoke, Klein pointed at the light yellow mist that was everywhere in the sky.
The price of a box of matches was even less than a penny. He never thought that even if it was less than a penny, people living in the East End would find ways to find substitutes and save whatever they could.
Faced with Klein's kind reminder of complicated emotions, the middle-aged and elderly man shook his head indifferently, and the curve of his lips holding the end of the cigarette contained cheap satisfaction.
"As long as you're careful, uh, and find a leeward spot in advance, you'll be fine."
This is the homeless man who was driven away... Klein didn't want to discuss this issue anymore, so he casually changed it:
"I just saw you coming out of the alley over there. Where did you find this pack of cigarettes?"
The cigarette package held in the middle-aged man's hand was exceptionally new. Unlike all the tattered old things on his body, it was only stained with a little dust and an unknown black color. It looked more like hoarding goods kept in a warehouse.
"No, I didn't take it from the alley. I didn't steal anything!"
I don't know whether it was because he was misunderstood or because the middle-aged and elderly man had a guilty conscience. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net His expression suddenly changed when Klein mentioned the alley, and he quickly explained:
"This pack of cigarettes was taken from a ship that ran aground at the dock some time ago. I ran to the alley because it's not as cold as the street there."
"I didn't have a place to sleep last night. I couldn't stand it anymore in the morning, so I wanted to go to a place without wind for a while. The alley happened to be connected to the back kitchen of the cafe. It was warmer and there was a possibility. I found something to eat."
"Did you find something to eat?"
Klein was not distracted by the panic that the man showed and was real, but after hearing the tragedy in the man's words, he couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, you can pick up something to eat..." The man paused for a moment before nodding regretfully, as if he was regretting that he was speechless for a moment.
He reluctantly opened his jacket, almost praying that the young and strong Klein would not compete with him for food, and took out a stick from the inner layer that was half hard and half soaked with an unknown liquid. The sticky black bread gave a bitter smile.
"Look, I didn't lie to you."
There are too many doubts about Leonard. The gold coins were mentioned in the extra chapter of the physical book and were Leonard's first mission. As for why Pales, a Duke of the Solomon Empire, would have any connection with Tudor's gold coins, I don't know. It's clear, we can only guess what kind of foreshadowing Squid is hiding. After all, the extra is written after the ending, so there should be no water situation.
Because Xiao An is a good subordinate of Guizhou in this book, he will naturally not be included in the Tuduo Empire. His original position is changed to Adam, but Adam does not have a title, only a corresponding special status.
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