Lanervus, this name made Klein feel chills in his chest.
It’s not surprising that Lanervus can squeeze out the divine blood of Klein, because Mr. Demon has said before that Lanervus carries the divinity of the true creator, and will soon become the container for the true creator’s divine descent.
What really made him feel a chill in his back was that this tube of divine blood was traded to him by Mr. Devil!
Since Mr. Devil can get this tube of divine blood, it means that he knows where Lanrevus is, but there is still no news of Lanrevus being arrested.
what does that mean?
Is it that he can't say it, or that he doesn't want to say it?
In Klein's mind, although Mr. Demon has many means and is suspected of possessing high-level magical items, his true rank is still between Sequence Nine and Sequence Eight. Faced with Lanervus, who is possessed by the true creator, he obviously does not
There is no ability to fight against it.
However, he did not try to report or notify the Fool. Does this mean that Mr. Demon has been contaminated by the true creator?
However, if it was contaminated, why would he sell himself the blood of the true creator? For a fanatical believer, it is impossible to do such a blasphemous act, right?
The more Klein thought about it, the more confused he became, but at this moment, he suddenly saw that the crimson star belonging to Mr. Demon began to expand and contract again.
"Mr. Devil's dinner is a bit early today..."
Klein spread his spiritual touch to the stars with a suspicious look. Klein once again saw the somewhat blurry appearance of Snow. He was sitting in front of the dining table, put his hands together against his chin, and recited softly:
"Thank you, fool, for giving me dinner."
"It doesn't look contaminated?" Looking at Mr. Demon condescendingly, Klein turned on his spiritual vision and observed his condition with the help of the high level of Source Castle. However, except for the fact that there was still a white horse that looked like clouds and mist cruising above his head, there was nothing.
Any abnormalities.
Seeing that the stripped tentacles on the ground had gradually begun to disappear, Klein paused his complicated thoughts and began to extract the power from the degraded divine blood based on the knowledge he had gained from looking directly at the true Creator (little) before, mixing it with the
The distortion and pollution discharged by the gray mist mix into special spells.
Although it was just a degraded version of divine blood, it still contained a small amount of divinity inside. When Klein drained the divine power out of it, he already had three pieces of blood in his hand that were made of black iron and exuded distortion and malice.
Strange spell.
"One tube of blood actually made three talismans. This transaction can be very profitable...wait a minute!"
Klein, who was playing with the newly acquired talisman and about to divine his abilities, suddenly froze. He sat back down at the top of the long bronze table, tapped his swollen temples with his fingers, and began to recall his previous interactions with Mr. Devil.
During the conversation, suddenly, he opened his eyes, with a worried look on his face——
"'With that adult's power', 'As long as your enemy is not the Aurora Society', 'It is inconvenient to ask that adult for help', 'Even if you use it, it will not attract official extraordinary people'..."
Chewing carefully what Mr. Demon once said, Klein tasted a new taste again. He frowned and murmured:
"The reason why he sold me the blood of the True Creator, which is more valuable, at a low price is probably to give me a hint! A hint that he had some kind of 'contact' with the True Creator!"
Thinking of this, Klein immediately wanted to give Mr. Demon an "oracle", but then he stopped again.
"Mr. Devil can still pray to himself, which shows that he is not being monitored, but he has not expressed his difficulties through prayer. This is probably because he has made some kind of contract or notarization. Once spoken, he will be captured by Lanerwus
Even the true Creator noticed it. That’s why she gave such a subtle reminder of ‘The Fool’s Favorite’, hoping to attract the Fool’s attention.”
Thinking of this, Klein wanted to drag the demon up into the gray fog, but his slightly raised eyebrows made him realize that he seemed to have stayed in the gray fog for too long today.
Although it was not impossible to hold on, Klein himself did not want to stay in this gray fog for too long. He once again glanced at Mr. Demon who was enjoying the feast and murmured to himself:
"It's not yet certain whether Mr. Demon is really not 'rebellious'. It's less than an hour since Sherlock left his home. It's obviously too fast for the Fool to take action now. Mr. Demon should not be in danger for the time being. Tomorrow
, I will try it out at the tarot meeting tomorrow, there is a barrier of gray fog, if there is no problem, he should be able to tell me!"
…
The bright moon has not yet risen in the sky, but the bad weather in Backlund has made the sky dim in advance. In a residence in Hillston District, Fors was devouring rich food.
At this time, there are exquisite desserts on the table, barbecues with rich gravy, and creamy soups with charming aroma.
But Xio, who was sitting opposite her, didn't seem to have any appetite at all. She just looked at Forsi with worried eyes. Normally, she would have seriously advised Forsi to chew slowly, but today, she said something
Not exported.
"Don't look like this is my last meal, okay?"
Forsi took a bite of the juicy steak and said with a carefree look:
"I'm just praying like a less dangerous being. Didn't you chant His honorable name before? It's no big deal!"
"..." Xio didn't say anything. She wanted to help Forsi find a way out first, but Forsi was right. No matter whether her prayer was successful or not, Forsi would still be affected by the full moon's whispers.
Road, it does not help the results.
Xio hated this feeling of powerlessness, but she had no choice but to do anything about it. At this moment, her desire to be promoted was unparalleledly strong.
She suddenly made up her mind. It seemed that she should choose to accept the invitation of the masked man.
"Hey, why do you look like, 'My friend died, so I decided to join the army to avenge her'? I'm not from a tragic novel..."
Just as Forsi was speaking halfway, the knife and fork in her hand suddenly fell onto the plate, making two harsh crisp sounds. Immediately, her expression began to become ferocious, and blue veins began to appear on the smooth back of her hands.
Although she didn't cry out in pain, anyone who saw the drops of cold sweat on her forehead could feel her pain.
"Forsi! Forsi!" Seeing Forsi's expression, Xio immediately realized something, but when she looked out the window, she could only see the dim street lights in the hazy fog.
Dusky.
"Hiss..." Listening to the layer upon layer of murmurs in his ears, only pain remained in his originally lazy and joking eyes. Forsi rolled off the chair and let out a low scream.
In fact, based on past experience, the current pain has not reached the threshold of Forsi's tolerance. However, after humans have support, their hearts will inevitably become fragile. After having the option of the Fool, Forsi relied on himself to force himself.
The determination to resist has naturally weakened a bit.
"The great God of steam, and machinery..." Forsi, who retained her last sense, tried to pray to the gods she believed in, but just like countless previous prayers, she did not receive the slightest response. Not only that, but that
The pain that was layer upon layer reaching the brain became more and more intense.
"Forsi, don't hold on! Pray!"
Seeing Forsi's painful look, Xio couldn't help but speak loudly. Forsi finally couldn't bear it anymore and struggled to recite the honorable name in a broken voice——