Klein, who was still thinking of the "Rose School of Thought", resisted the urge to put his hands on his face, and the raised corners of his mouth sank again.
Ha, Russell... After adjusting his facial expression, Klein leaned back on his chair. Unlike the extraordinary people around him who didn't understand medicine and were somewhat curious about the new word stimulant, he seemed to have seen everything.
Sure enough, after an Extraordinary person nearby who was interested in buying stimulants continued to ask questions, the fat pharmacist, who became interested, let out a laugh, and then said a name that everyone was familiar with.
"This is a medicine invented by Emperor Russell, but the Intis people have used it in other places..."
Klein watched as the last transaction of the evening was successfully completed. The old man "Eye of Wisdom" who had remained silent also clapped his hands and began to arrange for everyone to leave in order.
Under the guidance of the waiter, Klein was the first to walk out of the living room and walked to the end of the alley before canceling the illusion on his body and changing back to wearing a double-breasted coat and a half-high silk hat. Loen gentlemen can be seen everywhere in Backlund.
Putting on his glasses again, Klein looked behind him at the houses hidden in the dark night, whose outlines could no longer be seen clearly, and sighed softly.
In fact, sometimes I quite wish someone would rob me... I couldn't hold it back at the party today. Klein accidentally missed the word "rich" and took out the revolver that he had placed on his side. From time to time, a hired carriage would walk along the road, and the bonus bullets would be stuffed into the magazine one by one.
However, unlike when he first came into contact with firearms, Klein did not leave any additional short positions this time.
His eyes slowly passed over the gun body, which had more patterns than ordinary revolvers, and Klein's eyes became increasingly weird.
In fact, when the agent lady introduced this revolver, Klein had already made a rough guess about what was attached to the bullet that could burn spiritual flames, and what negative effects were caused by random dependence on something.
But it was only after careful inspection now that he confirmed his thoughts based on the pattern on the gun body and the familiar inspiration.
I...I really have a fate with the "Witch"...I turned away from him. Since he didn't prepare a gun bag, Klein had to hide the revolver inside his coat.
However, the ability to create black flames should be something that only "witches" have. Although it does not have extraordinary characteristics, this gun should also use materials of about the seventh level of the sequence. Thinking about it this way, seven hundred pounds is indeed not a loss.
Watching a carriage approaching slowly in the distance, Klein took the initiative to greet it.
Although Iron Gate Street is not far from the nearest steam subway station, Klein, who had to rely on divination all the way in the afternoon due to the negative effects of the master key, still chose to spend a little more on the fare and get himself back to a warm bed early. 's embrace.
On the hired carriage, Klein felt the cold wind outside the window and sighed softly.
...
Backlund, Saturday.
Audrey took the initiative to visit Mrs. Norma.
After receiving the recommendation letter mixed with hints from Hvin Rambis, Audrey originally planned to directly visit the Miss *** Osislaka mentioned in her heart, but the lady quickly replied and changed the meeting place. Arriving at the home of Mrs. Norma, who is related to Duke Negan.
In Mrs. Norma's small sitting room, appearing with this noble lady, in addition to ***, who also agreed to come, there was also a middle-aged gentleman who seemed to have some southern continental ancestry.
"This is Mr. Hilbert Alucard. Like Miss ***, he is also an excellent psychiatrist."
As if aware of Audrey's gaze, Mrs. Norma, the nominal convener of this private meeting, took the initiative to introduce this uninvited guest who had not appeared in Hvin Rambis's heart.
Looking at this man with not outstanding facial features, brown hair and blue eyes, whose body and expression looked silent and reserved, Audrey put on a formulaic smile and nodded gently.
Then, she looked at another psychiatrist, the *** card lady who looked like a girl, and waited for the other person to speak.
Sure enough, after a few people were seated and the waiter made the black tea, the lady just used her eyes to communicate with Ms. Norma and Mr. Hilbert, and then asked directly:
"Miss Audrey, I heard from Consultant Rambis that you want to try to be a psychiatrist?"
It seems that Mr. Rambis just hinted at these members of the Psychological Alchemy Society and disguised me as another new member who could be won over... Audrey subtly turned her gaze away from her identity.
"Similar" Mrs. Norma moved away and said in a sweet voice;
"Actually, I prefer to simply study psychological knowledge, but I have never found a suitable partner or teacher in this regard."
Hilbert, who was silent and reserved, calmly picked up the tea cup in front of him, while *** on the side still maintained a slight smile, gradually losing his emotions, making Audrey seem to see every time he entered the "audience"
state of oneself.
"In fact, for psychology, practical applications can often help us understand profound knowledge."
"If you are interested, I would be happy to share some of my experience with you."
As he spoke, ***, who had long black hair down to his waist, took out a report from a small bag on the side and placed it on the table.
Survey on the mental health of sailors on the Wagner... Audrey looked at the eye-catching title at the top and smiled sincerely for the first time.
"Thank you for your kindness, Miss ***."
........
Deep blue and almost black waves lapped at the deck of the Blue Avenger. The foam and broken waves seeped down bit by bit along the gaps on the edge of the deck under the constraints of gravity, returning to the embrace of the ocean.
Alger, who was wearing a robe embroidered with wave patterns, was firmly nailed to the bow of the ship. He looked into the distance, which was almost covered by white mist. Only a glimpse of the sail could be seen. He turned to look behind him at the panting first mate who had just ran over.
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"Is that the Varyag ahead?"
The first mate who had just hurried from the stern took a breath, looked around for a few seconds, and then replied:
"It should be, the mark on the sail is indeed the Varyag."
After saying that, he looked carefully at the captain beside him, wondering why he suddenly asked this.
Different from their status as privateers, although the Varyag also belongs to the peripheral force of the Church of Storms, this steam-powered civilian ship's superficial identity is a merchant ship active in the port of Ruenplitz.
"I remember that the captain of the Varyag should have been dismissed."
Seeing the steamship that shouldn't be here disappearing into the milky white of the horizon, Alger muttered to himself, then turned and walked towards the captain's cabin.
Although he had to stay in Bayam due to the follow-up review of the Loen military's raid on the pirate conference, subject to the supervision of the church.
But at the same time, the time spent in the church also allowed him to master a lot of information that he could not usually access, or that was rendered useless due to the distance.
During a normal voyage of the church's Varyag, the captain at the seventh level of the sequence suddenly became insane, and the sailors on the ship also suffered from mental illnesses of varying severity.
In the end, the captain who basically lost his mind was recalled by the church, and the sailors, who included a considerable number of ordinary people under his banner, were reportedly the subjects of treatment and research by some psychologists.
After locking the wooden door of the captain's cabin, Alger, who had been delayed for a long time due to various incidents, carefully checked the surroundings. After confirming that there was no danger of prying eyes, he took off the fossil pendant that had been hanging on his chest.
"The embodiment of ancient legends..."
Illusive blue light floated from the surface of the pendant, passed through the fingers of Alger's clasped hands, and combined with the surrounding light, turned into phantom butterflies.
In front of the kneeling Alger, the growing number of phantom butterflies collided with each other, forming an unreal shadow.
Unlike the previous times when the projected consciousness came in person, Edmund Yin Asong's shadow in the sky only glanced briefly, and a row of pure light spots lined up in a row.
"Pay attention to the movements of the Bayam indigenous resistance forces, and pay attention to the movements of the 'Poseidon'."
The shadow in the sky slowly dissipated, and Alger, who was kneeling on the ground, put his hand on his chest and praised the "mystery" every day. The piety in his eyes gradually faded away, replaced by unprecedented solemnity.
The indigenous people of Byam believe in a "sea god" called Kaweituwa, which is common knowledge that almost all pirates know.
But why did His Highness Edmund suddenly draw my attention to this indigenous god?
Sitting back on the not-so-soft seat, the solemn look in Alger's eyes became deeper and deeper.
Although the so-called "Poseidon" has been suppressed by the Church of Storms, her faith in Bayam has been persisting for more than a hundred years since the colonization of Loen. Until now, those primitive churches still exist, and they can even form a group from time to time.
The two oracles and rituals left the Church of Storms with a headache, which shows that this "sea god" is at least different in level from the false gods that can be seen everywhere on the southern continent and other islands, and has a certain level of strength.
But "Poseidon" obviously masters the "Storm" path, and His Highness Edmund should correspond to the "Peeper" sequence... Alger looked at the gradually calming sea through the glass with light and shadow flowing.
, his eyes slowly looked far away, and finally stopped on an island.
He analyzed the connection between the two, gradually diverging, and slowly opened his eyes.
Perhaps paying attention to this "Poseidon" is not exactly His Highness Edmund's intention, it may also be... Mr. "Fool"!
He stood up abruptly and kept pacing in the captain's room, becoming more and more sure of his thoughts.
In the previous Tarot meeting, according to the information provided by "The Sun", the "God of Mystery", now Mr. Fool, became the protector of the elves after the death of the Elf King, and became the new universal belief of the elves.
Mr. "Fool" took a fancy to the characteristics of "Poseidon" and planned to give this authority to the elves under him, and then use this to erode the authority of the "Storm" domain?
The more he analyzed it, the more certain Alger became in his thoughts, and he couldn't help but feel panic.
He slowly sat back on the seat that was still warm, but he could clearly hear the beating of his heart in his ears.
His trembling right hand touched his heart, suppressing all kinds of speculations, Alger closed his eyes, and his tone was unprecedentedly pious.
"Praise for 'Mystery'."
...
At ten o'clock in the morning, Backlund, Klein, who had been clearing the table for a long time, received a visitor who surprised him.
Klein, who was only wearing a shirt and trousers, looked at the haggard-looking Mr. White in front of him. After repeated doubts, he let the vampire, who was not afraid of the sun, to visit in broad daylight, into his home.
Unlike the demeanor that he could still maintain in the previous panic, Mr. White's facial features were soft and he was wearing a pair of tortoiseshell glasses. His complexion became paler, and his scarlet eyes became much darker.
Klein looked at the vampire who had clearly encountered something, and calmly put the "substitute" on his right palm.
"Mr. White, you seem to be in some trouble."
Taking a polite sip of the warm water on the table, Mr. White, who exuded an aura of weakness, clenched his fists in confusion.
However, after only two or three seconds of silence, the vampire gentleman took the initiative to explain the reason for his visit.
"So, after you confirmed that Emlyn was planted with psychological cues that night, you went directly to the Harvest Church?" Klein looked at the much weaker vampire in front of him in disbelief, and suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth.
Are you kidding me? Three Sequence Seven vampires dare to directly challenge a Mother Earth Bishop who is good at head-on combat?
As an Extraordinary who had fought against Bishop Utravsky, Klein knew very well how powerful that bishop was, which could really be called a crushing frontal combat capability.
If he hadn't carried several powerful items with him and taken advantage of being prepared in advance and staying awake in his dreams, he wouldn't even have been able to defeat the dark side personality that was suppressed by Bishop Utravsky.
No, this kind of thinking is not polite... Seeing the fatigue that couldn't be hidden in Mr. White's eyes across from him, Klein swept away the faint comparison in his mind out of humanitarian considerations.
But when he looked at Mr. White's thin arms, which were no different from those of ordinary doctors, he couldn't help but sigh. After all, he was a vampire born in Sequence Seven. Even when facing such a powerful "Dawn Knight", he did not lose his arms or legs.
You know, even Crane's chain-blade cane can't last more than two seconds in the face of the storm of light.
"With all due respect, I'm just a private detective. I can't possibly help you fight against an official bishop." After hearing the other party's request, Klein looked at Mr. White across from him seriously.
"But I think you should ask for help from other vampires." Seeing that the father's face had turned a lot pale, Klein still kindly suggested.
Hearing this, Mr. White sighed softly again, and in addition to fatigue, there was a hint of complexity in his eyes.
"Mr. Moriarty, I want to ask you for help. I don't want to fight against the bishop, but I want to entrust you to find a way to unravel the psychological implications."
Avoiding the topic of seeking help from other vampires, Mr. White twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, and then revealed a piece of news that shocked Klein greatly.
"Actually, the bishop did not restrict Emlyn's movements. It's just that once Emlyn leaves the church for too long, he will subconsciously want to go to the church and recite the holy scriptures of the Mother Earth."
"I'm worried now that in less than a month, Emlyn will really believe in the Mother Earth Goddess."
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