Chapter 640: Level 1 Sealed Artifact
The figure before him quickly faded and disappeared. A gust of sea breeze blew by, and only Alger, the "Hanged Man," remained on the hillside outside Bayam.
I've noticed since the last time "Queen" and "World" boarded the "Blue Avenger" that there must be some unclear relationship between them...
Alger thought of several novels that had recently become popular in Bayam. Although he was completely focused on digesting the potion and acting, he had also heard his sailors talk about related content.
The story that the great pirate Angelica and the great adventurer Hermann have to tell...
He chuckled softly, feeling the haze that had been hanging over him tonight finally dissipate a little.
No matter what, this time I had a fruitful harvest. I didn't get hurt, didn't lose any precious magical items, and even made a lot of money. Most importantly, the "Tyrant" card now belongs to the Tarot Club. All my future potion recipes can be exchanged for contributions!
As for the fact that "Queen" and "World" earned more, he didn't take it to heart.
Envy, but not jealousy, is his code of conduct.
Moreover, they are all members of the Tarot Club, and also members of my "small group". The stronger they are, the more help they can provide me...
Taking a deep breath, he turned around and walked across the withered grass towards Bayam Castle at the foot of the hill.
Wait, it’s already late at night and the city is still brightly lit. Aren’t they afraid of a fire?
Alger's gaze froze. Countless flames, large and small, reflected in his blue pupils, gradually dissipating and losing focus. His hands and feet began to tremble involuntarily.
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The "Creeping Hunger" turned from transparent back to black. Angel and Klein stepped smoothly onto the soft carpet and returned to the bedroom on the third floor of the Dantes residence in the northern district of Backlund.
Aside from the mud and grit on their shoes, the two looked much the same as when they had left a few hours earlier.
No, the fancy silk hat I bought for £15 has been petrified. I probably won't be able to wear it anymore...
Klein pressed the hat on his head, took it off, and threw it aside.
At the same time, Dwayne Dantès, who was lying on the bed in his pajamas and sleeping peacefully, quickly vanished and shrank into a small mirror, on which two lines of cursive words appeared like flowing water:
"Congratulations, my two distinguished masters, on returning successfully from your expedition!"
There was also a rectangular symbol of a waving flag painted below, which resembled the shape of Arrodes's body, which was strictly guarded by the Church of Steam.
Klein called this guy over to disguise himself again. I wonder if he'll cause any new trouble... Angel looked at the mirror intently and asked casually:
"Nothing happened tonight?"
"I spent the entire night conscientiously playing the role of Dwayne Dantes sleeping, without making the same mistake as last time!"
Arrodes answered in large characters somewhat anxiously, and then asked in return:
"However, a few trivial matters occurred. Would you like to know the details?"
Its questions are becoming more and more "artistic"... Angel chuckled and looked at Klein. Then, remembering that he had to answer this question himself, he nodded and said:
"want."
"Butler Walter secretly used a communication potion to contact a witch and discuss how to approach a certain noble target after the social season begins. Valet Richardson went out to the former Black Skull Gang headquarters in the Bridge District to reassure himself that his nightmare was over. He returned and performed a spirit dance and prayed to the God of Death. The lady from 39 Böklund Street slipped out again to test a talisman in the Sun domain. A woman passed by the door and lingered on the house for more than five seconds... Other than that, everything is normal!"
The upper part of the mirror alternately displayed the figures of the people it mentioned, while the lower part displayed lines of text at a rapid speed, almost covering the entire mirror surface.
Angel and Klein were stunned.
I've only been away for a few hours, how could so much have happened... Klein's expression was filled with uncontrollable astonishment. He suddenly remembered his experience playing the role of Admiral Amyrius on Oravi Island a few months ago. When Admiral Amyrius returned, he was equally shocked by his similar report. He never expected that such a thing would happen to him now...
"Would you consider moving?"
Angel's undisguised concern made him feel even more embarrassed. He covered his face and said:
"No, they are all small matters...it's not a big deal."
Thinking it over, he realized that the problem wasn't serious. He had long known about Walter and Triss's connection, and since Triss was also investigating the truth behind the smog, he hadn't stopped his butler from doing his "private work." Richardson, the butler, was from the Southern Continent, so it wasn't surprising that he secretly believed in the God of Death. He had been threatened by the Black Skull Gang and asked to join the so-called "liberation cause," but he had already found time to blow up their base, resolving this minor problem that threatened Backlund.
He had tried to scare Hazel by using the "ghost possession" to deal with the fact that she would crawl out of her house and into the sewer in the middle of the night every day, but he didn't expect that she would find a way to deal with it so quickly and create a "sun" talisman that should not belong to the believers of the Goddess of Night. He was afraid that she had someone helping her, and he needed to investigate.
And the last lady who passed by his house and stayed on his gaze for a long time, he and Angel both recognized as "Nighthawk" Daly Simone.
"Who told you to refer to the captain when designing Dawn's image? And you go to the church every day. Maybe it brought back memories for Ms. Daly."
Angel chuckled and teased.
Then the two fell into a brief silence.
"My two honorable masters, if you need anything next time, you can always call me~"
Seeing that the atmosphere was a little strange, Arrodes obediently displayed two lines of words, and finally drew a long wavy line and left the small dressing mirror.
It's been quite sensible today... Coming out of his memories, Angel glanced at the mirror lying on the bed. He then took out the most important acquisition of the day, the "Tyrant" card, and handed it to Klein.
This blasphemous card has been sealed by the spiritual wall. It looks like an ordinary Tarot card, but there is still a risk of being sensed by high-level extraordinary people of the same path. It needs to be sacrificed to the "Fool" as soon as possible.
"I already have 'Witch' and 'Red Priest'. You can present this one to Mr. Fool."
Hearing Angel's thoughtfulness, Klein couldn't help but smile. He took the "Tyrant" card and was about to say something when he saw the other party take out the white feather that appeared after the Quetzalcoatl died.
"This feather probably doesn't have Beyonder characteristics, but it possesses high-sequence power. I suspect it's a magical item formed by combining this characteristic with the body of the Quetzalcoatl. Or perhaps it could be called a sealed item, as its negative effects are quite obvious..."
Angel said, pinching the base of the feather.
Even if she was sealed with a spiritual wall, carrying the feather for about an hour made her feel as if her body was trapped in the breath of "death" released by the demigod feathered serpent. Angel guessed that in two hours at most, this feather would cause the carrier to truly step into "death", and even the demigod was no exception.
Corresponding to this strong negative effect is its powerful ability:
Waving the feathers and infusing them with spirituality, they can send the dead and evil spirits into the underworld, completely obliterating this world. They can also command the living or the spirits, making them their slaves. If the target is merely an ordinary living being, they will feel an intense fear of death, similar to the people facing the feathered serpent... Each use will accelerate the negative effects, exposing the user to the possibility of sudden death at any time.
"The range remains to be tested, but I estimate it will be no less than the range of the feathered serpent driving the zombies, which is more than a hundred meters... And this kind of power is likely to be effective against demigod-level evil spirits."
She gently waved the feather, and before she could let the spiritual energy fill it, she felt the entire bedroom filled with a breath of death that made her want to "sleep forever" on the spot. The spirits of the two living people felt a slight shudder, and the "vengeful spirit" Senior, who was hidden nearby, even showed up directly, causing Klein's spiritual string controlling the secret doll to shake.
There is no doubt that this is a level "1" sealed object.
"No wonder you left the gargoyle's core and eyeball for The Hanged Man. Besides the Card of Blasphemy, this is our biggest gain today."
Klein said with a smile.
"He was able to obtain the Sequence 4 potion formula, which is already a great harvest. You know, even you haven't solved the potion problem yet."
Angel muttered as he carefully put away the white feathers named "Death Wings".
Both of them thought of the Antigonus family notes that were being strictly guarded by the Goddess Church as a "trial" for Klein.
"It would be great if the blasphemous card we found was from the Fortune Teller's path..."
Klein couldn't help but complain. He looked at the "Tyrant" card in his hand and imagined the image of Emperor Roselle in a black robe, holding a divination crystal ball.
Fortunately, he already had an idea of how to sneak into the Chanis Gate under Saint Samuel Church. Arrodes suggested that he seek help from the "Mysterious Queen". As the "World", he could make a deal with the "Hermit" and meet Roselle's eldest daughter.
I'm more worried about her condition than her advancement to Sequence 4... Klein secretly glanced at Angel and found that her expression was not much different from before she left Backlund tonight, as if all her pain was hidden under a thick mask.
Perhaps, I can only provide her with help when I become stronger, instead of asking her to help me in battle.
Trying his best to maintain a calm expression, Klein didn't utter a word until Angel touched the full-length mirror in the bedroom, entered the mirror world, and left.
Originally, he wanted to try to let her stay overnight... Seeing the surface of the mirror return to calm, he forced a smile, as if laughing at his own timidity.
But the next moment, Klein's expression gradually became stiff.
After using Deathstroke on a six-winged gargoyle on an unnamed island, it will gain a non-existent weakness for the next 6 hours.
This time, it’s the fear of being alone.
This feeling brought Klein back to the end of June last year, the night when he crawled from the floor of the Moretti family home in Tingen City, rubbing the bullet hole in his head. The red moon outside the window, the unfamiliar body and memories, all made him feel extremely lonely and isolated.
Otherwise, let's call her back... No, that's too embarrassing. I'd rather have my servant Richardson accompany me...
Klein's forehead was covered with sweat, and he was torn between his conscience and his desires. His eyes darted back and forth between the full-length mirror and the bell for summoning servants. Suddenly, he came up with a good idea.
Swish——
The "ghost" Senior, who had just been suppressed by "Deathwing" and was somewhat out of control, emerged from beside him. Wearing a tricorn hat, the secret puppet faced his master with an indifferent face, his mouth twitching, and he showed a cold smile under the control of the spirit thread.
Then, his expression gradually changed, and his body floating in the air began to tremble.
It turns out that I still can't deceive myself. Two lonely people living together are doubly lonely...
Feeling the endless fear coming from the other end of the spiritual line, Klein walked tremblingly to the bed, crawled into the quilt without even taking off his coat, and covered his head.
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