Sitting in the carriage, Karl knew that it was no longer time to hesitate.
We will face a powerful enemy soon, so use all the power you can put to use now.
Seliel looked at Karl with firm eyes and understood that her contractor had made up his mind, so she immediately handed over the amulet.
"Now that you have decided, I won't stop you. I wish you good luck."
After taking the stone-like amulet, just like when he used the [Blade] before, Karl squeezed it tightly and held it in front of his chest.
boom!
Different from the cold and silent magic brought by the previous blade amulet, the power brought by this unknown amulet completely burst out from his body the moment it integrated into his body.
Cold, hot and tingling sensations filled his body. This new magic power immediately began to mix with his original night blade power, and the magic power brought by this amulet exceeded Carl's original night blade power.
magic.
The power of the Judge occupies about two-thirds of the total magic power in Karl's body with an absolute advantage. Although there is a trend of fusion between the two, something seems to be missing, and this fusion trend has not continued.
After sitting quietly in the carriage for a few seconds, Karl slowly opened his eyes.
The renewed magic power in his body had calmed down. While his physique was strengthened again, he also learned about the new ability and magic power enhancement that this amulet brought to him.
Now if Karl attacks the enemy, he can use this unique technology to strengthen his weapon and cause elemental damage to the enemy. If the damage to the body is not taken into account, directly strengthening the body can also achieve a terrible improvement.
“It feels pretty good.”
Turning his head to look at Ceryl who had been staring at him, Karl smiled at her and expressed his feelings.
Seeing that Karl seemed to be doing well, Cyril also said:
"This judge's talisman is in the second stage. If you want to upgrade or fuse the two talismans later, you must first upgrade the blade talisman to the same level before you can continue."
"We'll talk about this later. Our goal now is to find a way to deal with that Eidolon Lord, isn't it?"
"That's right." Sheryl shrugged and said.
"But we have to be doubly careful next. Although we have a chance of winning, it's not that great."
"Even relying on my knowledge and your [Decapitating Blade] characteristics, our chances of winning are only about 30%."
"certainly."
The carriage continued to move forward. It finally stopped in front of a house on the street in Whitechapel District. I got out of the car and paid the fare to the coachman. Karl could see that the street lights on the street were already on.
It's getting late.
According to a rough visual inspection, it is estimated that it is less than half an hour until nightfall. However, because the information obtained by Cyril is incomplete, they still do not know where the sacrifice took place five years ago.
So the first thing to do now is to find out during this period the location where such an incident occurred in June five years ago.
Walking on the street, Karl looked around and determined his target for asking for clues.
This was an old watch shop on the roadside. Karl walked in and asked the clockmaker in the shop in a friendly manner:
"Sir, do you know that a man named Ailog disappeared mysteriously near here in June 5 years ago?"
As he spoke, Karl took out a shilling, held it between his index and middle fingers and placed it on the small wooden table in front of the clockmaker, waiting for his reply with a sincere expression.
At this time, the watchmaker in front of him was holding a disassembled pocket watch in his hand, and seemed to be studying its malfunction. After hearing Karl's voice, he first picked up the rag at hand and wiped his hands, and then took off his eyes.
magnifying glass.
After doing all this, he slowly raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at Karl before he stood up.
"Look, young man." The clockmaker said in a calm voice: "This is a watch shop, not a place for rats."
The "rats" in the watchmaker's mouth refer to some shady guys in the shadows of London, such as beggars, brokers who engage in specific businesses, delinquent women, and other guys at the lowest level of society.
He thought Karl was a gangster or intelligence dealer who came to inquire for information.
Seeing that the watchmaker's attitude was not very friendly, Karl could only support the table with his hands and continued to explain: "Sir, this matter is really important to me. I am not the kind of person you think."
"I don't care who you are! If you don't get out, I'll call the police." Karl's actions seemed to frighten him. The watchmaker grabbed the pocket watch on the table, took a few steps back and hid behind the table.
"Listen, if you call those stinky crooks in, you will only make yourself uncomfortable. Don't waste other people's good intentions."
Seeing the watchmaker's reaction, Cyril immediately got out from behind Karl and said with an indifferent expression:
"If we were malicious, we wouldn't talk to you here. Use your brain to think clearly!"
Seeing that Cyril, who had white hair but outstanding appearance, scolded him. The watchmaker thought nervously for a moment, and then said very warily:
"I do know that a man named Ellog is missing on this street, but I don't know the details. You'd better ask his wife, Ms. Lawn. If I remember correctly, she also lives in London.
.”
Hearing the clockmaker's words, Karl opened his eyes wide.
Ms. Lawn!
Thinking back carefully, he was shocked to find that Mrs. Lawn's husband had indeed passed away five years ago, and her husband Elog was actually the victim of this incident!
"Okay, we can go."
As expected, Ceryl also reacted. You must know that she has inherited Mrs. Lawn’s memory!
There is no need to ask any more questions, who knows better than her?
After the two people left, Karl asked Cyril with a puzzled look on his face: "You didn't know what this name meant before?"
"I have never associated these things together before. Who knew there would be such a coincidence!"
Seliel also looked surprised.
In her opinion, Mrs. Lawn is just an ordinary widowed old man, and she has never carefully sorted out the memories of such an ordinary person. How could she have imagined that they would have such a connection.
"Anyway, you should know where we should go now, right?"
"certainly."
Ceryl nodded and said: "Although Laun's memory is that her husband was kidnapped and killed, this is obviously just an official excuse."
"The location should be right there, I already know it!"