Feeling the coldness forced into his hand, Klein's joy at taking the first step of revenge was diluted a lot.
The man who called himself Kohler was still kneeling on the ground, mumbling incoherently.
Sigh, if I had known I would leave immediately after rescuing him... Klein, still wearing a paint mask on his face and covered in blood, couldn't help but cover his face. After sighing for a while, he still knelt down and put his hands in his hands.
A few coins were put back into old Kohler's hands.
He looked at the dazed and astonished eyes of the half-old worker and shook his head.
Then, in his frightened eyes, Klein's pocket ignited fire again, and his figure was immediately engulfed by the flames and disappeared.
Seeing everything supernatural in front of him, Kohler, who had been working hard for half his life and had never been exposed to anything other than work life, screamed and crawled backwards, scanning everything around him in a panic.
At his age and after many experiences, he will no longer regard the angel who just saved him as a god.
Even though the Goddess Church he believes in often gives alms and distributes porridge at the East District Pier, and the priests in simple clothes are also very kind, but if there are really angels in this world, where was he before?
The rapid beating of his heart kept ringing in Kohler's ears, and in the end the cold overcame the fear in his heart.
Kohler, who was slumped on the ground, stumbled up, stuffed the coins he was holding tightly into his pocket in a hurry, and ran towards the light with unsteady legs.
On the roof not far away, there were some sparks left on the waste cardboard stacked by someone unknown. A dark blue clown figure silently watched all this, then turned and left.
.............
After leaving the East District, Klein did not choose to return to Minsk Street where he had just moved in and had not lived there for a few days. Instead, he chose to return to the room that Ian had chosen for him in advance.
This place is within the Backlund Bridge area, far away from the apartment that Mr. Eggron is responsible for, closer to Iron Cross Street, and only two roads away from the Brave Bar.
The reason why Klein chose this place was because he was not familiar enough with Minsk Street and there were many uncertain factors.
Secondly, the security in the Backlund Bridge area was more relaxed, which made it easier for him to dispose of his worker uniform stained with Lanervus' blood and various materials used for disguise, and at the same time change back to his usual outfit.
As for whether he would be traced by the "Nighthawks" through channeling because he was contaminated with Lanrevus' blood, this is not a part that Klein would be distracted and worried about.
As long as the demigods didn't directly divine his whereabouts, no one would be able to find any clues from carrying Azik's copper whistle with him.
The clock reached four in the morning, and Klein, who only took off his double-breasted coat and put on the human skin mask again, lay neatly on the bed and suddenly opened his eyes.
This is his hint to himself before going to sleep!
Feeling that his spirituality had recovered to the seventh or eighth grade, Klein did not hesitate and immediately got out of bed. Braving the cold temperature in the room because he did not choose a room with a stove, he shrank to the bathroom. He walked four steps backwards in a familiar manner.
Arriving above the gray fog, we reached the "Fool" position at the top.
He moved his neck a little first, then relaxed, and unhurriedly took off the citrine pendant wrapped around his left wrist and presented it with paper and pen.
He doesn't know where to start, but after arriving in Backlund, as long as he reaches above the gray fog, he will always feel an inexplicable peace of mind.
Perhaps it's not just that I have my so-called half body here, but also that there aren't so many sightlines here, so I don't have to worry about being spied on all the time.
Anyway, even if the secret is really spied on, there will only be one murderer - "Secret"!
Thinking of this, the corners of Klein's mouth curled up slightly, and he immediately put down the pen in his hand, raised his arms flat, and began to recite silently.
"The mysterious man just now is related to the Goddess Church..."
As the sound fell, the citrine pendant still in the air slowly began to rotate clockwise at a moderate speed.
It is indeed related to the Church of the Goddess.
"It should be the deacon of the Goddess Church... Anyway, Lanrewus's body and the things he carried with him fell into the hands of the church. Even if he has any undiscovered conspiracy, he should be able to take care of it.
Deal with it." Klein leaned back on the cold chair and stared at the crimson dots dotted on the dome of the giant palace-like palace with distracted eyes, his mind gradually calming down.
The burden of revenge was lifted from my heart, and the calmness and relaxation I deserved after I lost my inhibitions finally came to my heart, and my mental state was much better than before.
He recalled his feelings when fighting that mysterious man and couldn't help but sigh.
"It seems that this revenge just helped me digest the last 'Joker' potion, and my spiritual premonition and corresponding abilities have been strengthened again."
Then, his mind changed and he remembered the skills he had not yet mastered in fighting. He raised his right hand and stared at the "substitute" in his hand for a while, then put it down again.
Although I can use the vast majority of the "divineer" sequence abilities contained in the "substitute" to accomplish many things that are impossible in sequence eight, the huge spiritual consumption and corresponding negative effects are also something that cannot be ignored.
question.
For example, when Lanervus grabbed the chain-blade cane and swung it, even if it didn't actually touch him, just the high temperature of the outer layer of the flame caused Klein's arm to be burned, and a scorch was formed on the surface of the skin.
.
"So I still need to be promoted as soon as possible. At least after being promoted to 'Magician', I should be able to obtain most of the abilities except controlling the spiritual thread. In the future, except for the opponents who must use the spiritual thread to solve it faster,
, you should not use 'substitutes' easily to avoid dependence."
"Well, I have now mastered all the previous formulas of the 'Puppet Master', and I don't have to worry too much about the potion materials. I only need to wait for the little 'Sun' to get the real roots of the Mist Tree.
Monday; and even if I can't buy all the spinal fluid of the evil-patterned black panther from that seller, I can still wait for Mr. 'The Hanged Man'. He is at sea and has an official status himself. The only way to obtain the materials is
More."
Analyzing his recent plans, Klein gradually showed a real smile. Even thinking about Ince Zangwill who was still at large and 0-08 who could control the trajectory of his fate did not affect his happiness one bit.
At least at this moment, he has taken the first step of revenge.
Klein, who was leaning on the high-backed chair, slowly stood up, his spirituality began to spread throughout his body, and he was ready to leave the gray mist.
Suddenly, he looked forward, stared at the empty palace, and bowed deeply.
"Thanks."
The next second, crimson light enveloped his body, and above the empty gray mist, a "mysterious" figure appeared on the seat of "The World", with an indifferent smile on his soft face.