Yager ruthlessly summoned the messenger at the gate of the manor and sank into the purple portal opened by the messengers without looking back.
Of course he couldn't help it.
But I won’t go in today.
The blond-haired extraordinary man's strength was extraordinary. In other words, calling him extraordinary was derogatory.
Yager recalled that when he tried to open his spiritual vision, he encountered resistance that was vaguely similar to spying on the true God.
According to the knowledge he gained from the God of Steam and Machinery, the other party was at least a complete mythical creature, completely out of the category of human beings, and perhaps just one step away from a true god.
However, he was still not prepared to give up on the hook set by the other party. In fact, what was inside was enough to tempt him.
What does that sentence mean? When you know this trap, the trap is no longer a trap, but a game.
When he was ready, he rushed in and chopped off the evil spirit's head.
In the middle of the ripples of the portal, Yager took one last cold look at the manor, and his figure completely disappeared from the spot.
…
Underground, the handsome young man sitting on the bronze bench seemed to feel something, and his hands trembled unconsciously for a moment.
A hollow gap immediately appeared on the right side of his face.
"What? Medici, are you even afraid of the cold air now?" An unpleasant cackle came from the mouth.
The cold and damp atmosphere in the basement made this sentence even more ironic.
As this voice appeared, the left side of the young man's face also opened his mouth: "No, maybe his brain is frozen."
In the dark basement, Medici opened his eyes impatiently, his translucent body describing his current inhuman state.
"Shut up," he said hoarsely, "because the bad breath from you two damn fools makes me sick to my stomach."
His excellent ability to curse allowed him to silence both sides of his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth.
However, as evil spirits, what they lack most is time.
After a brief silence, the two mouths let out an even louder sarcastic sound.
The empty space was quickly filled with noise.
Medici adjusted his sitting posture irritably and responded with a few words, which made the scolding war in the basement even worse.
However, as he opened his mouth to output, he stared at the dilapidated scenery in front of him that seemed to last forever, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.
Is the trembling a warning from the spirit?
He is already dead, so what warning can be given?
…
A few hundred meters away, a carriage was driving on Backlund's Central Street.
Most of the current popular carriages in the Loen Kingdom use the style designed by Emperor Roselle. The carriages are equipped with two-person booths facing each other and are covered with simple cloth cushions.
This kind of carriage is more than twice as expensive as the open-top carriages that are often seen at the pier, but the gentlemen of Backlund usually choose this style to ensure that their well-groomed hairstyles are not disturbed by the wind.
Therefore, Klein had to be kidnapped and paid double the money.
The unthrifty Loen consumer culture.
He cursed in his heart every time he got into the carriage.
Now, he and the pale Miss Sharon were sitting across from each other in the carriage, although he could not see the lady.
Today's magnificent trip to the Eastern District obviously made him very worried.
On the surface, Klein looked expressionless on the night streets through the car window, but in fact, his heart was in a state of turmoil.
His anxiety centered around the bishop who had been struck by his spell ten minutes earlier, and his subsequent disappearance.
The good news is that although he accidentally let the bishop listen to the voice of the true Creator, the demigod had no intention of arguing with him, and even left the scene after completing the agreement with him.
The bad news is that the bishop may not be entirely normal.
The absence of any abnormal appearance meant that Klein had to consider the possibility that the bishop was a cult believer. Although it was far-fetched to connect the bishop with the Aurora Society, it was even more far-fetched to see a demigod who left the Creator's "gospel" intact.
Not even angels.
After all, there should be some spreading tentacles, and it wouldn't be surprising if it even went out of control.
That is true God!
What bothered him even more was the figure that appeared next.
When Yager questioned the direction of the church, Klein was still affected by the True Creator and was unable to complete the action of looking back. By the time he fully recovered, the two of them had already disappeared into the nearby neighborhood.
However, he had a vague feeling.
That new person may be a high-sequence powerhouse on the same path as 0-08.
Otherwise, this series of coincidences would be too difficult to explain, including his encounter with the bishop in the East District, the charm he threw out that hit the bishop, and Rosago who had been chasing him.
Thinking of this, Klein's mood slowly sank to the bottom.
If he were to single out one of all the sequences that he resented the most, the 0-08 path would bear the brunt.
Nothing can be more painful.
"Snapped."
A cold touch suddenly came from Klein's back, pulling him out of the sad emotions in his heart, and a pale bone hand rested on his shoulder.
Purple ripples flooded.
A young man wearing a gray trench coat stepped out of the narrow gap behind him, his leather boots leaving dark brown marks on the wooden floor.
The teleported Yager sat on the left side of the seat.
"Good night." He greeted Klein casually.
Klein gave the demigod a guilty smile: "Good night."
"Is the matter settled?" He tilted his head and looked at Klein.
"Yes, thank you very much."
"That's good," Yager nodded, without mentioning the previous spell. "Because there were other extraordinary beings nearby, I left to deal with it, and I didn't have time to clean up the scene. It's good that there were no accidents.
"
From the chase just now, he was at least 95% confident that the newly emerged Beyonder was the culprit of a series of bad things he encountered.
The remaining five percent is humility.
"No, Miss Sharon and I have already taken care of it. The spirit of the deceased has been erased, but the body is still in place." Klein replied.
"OK."
Yager continued to nod.
The Fool's Beloved is still very credible so far. At least from the moment he met him, his spiritual vision proved that this Beloved has never lied.
Correspondingly, the Fool's credibility in his heart has also increased a lot.
After receiving the three thousand pounds he entrusted twice, Tarot will become the benefactor of the penniless tentacle monster.
It's just that some poor poor gods are going to eat dirt.
He opened his mouth to ask for money.
However, in the few minutes that Yager appeared, the carriage suddenly slowed down and finally stopped slowly on Central Street in Backlund.
Klein, who was sitting on the right side, looked outside in surprise.
Under the crimson moonlight, several church carriages were parked crowded together, blocking the road from Central Street to Midtown. Around them, Extraordinaries wearing uniforms of various churches were patrolling in twos and threes.
Said Cao Cao Cao Cao has arrived.
Klein smiled bitterly.
The corpse left behind led to an investigation.
"Button."
After the carriage door rang twice, someone opened it from the outside.
"May the goddess bless you." A young man who looked quite tired greeted the two of them.
This chapter has been completed!