Chapter 564 A hint of doubt
"Why don't you set up a spiritual wall? Is it because I'm right next door and you're too confident?"
Before admitting that he was "the world," Klein would use various excuses to sneak into the bathroom or lock himself in the bedroom during each "Tarot meeting." At that time, he would usually use a spiritual wall to isolate himself from the outside world to avoid being disturbed.
But after both parties revealed their identities, Klein rarely did this. Although they would still wait separately for Mr. Fool's call, they would be in different bedrooms, or one in the living room and the other in the bedroom.
Now he doesn't even need the spiritual wall?
Angel chuckled, walked forward, and gently poked Klein's waist, only to find that he didn't react at all. It seemed that there was an invisible force protecting his body, preventing him from falling.
"It seems this is due to Mr. Fool's blessing..."
After thinking about it, Angel gave up trying to move Klein to the bed, as this might disrupt Mr. Fool's summoning ritual or cause harm to Klein.
However, maybe I could draw a face on him, like a cat, to remind him to use the spiritual wall to protect himself next time... Just as this thought came to Angel's mind, he suddenly realized that Klein's current posture seemed somewhat familiar.
"I think I've seen this before... a long time ago, not long after I met him..."
Angel's eyes gradually widened, his mind was in turmoil, and finally he found the information that was about to be forgotten in the corner.
In the dock area of Tingen City, when the Nighthawks used Sealed Artifact 2-049 to track Riel Biber, Klein was accidentally controlled by the Antigonus puppet and fell into a stagnant state similar to "mystery".
At that time, he was standing in this weird and stiff posture!
His mind opened up, and Angel immediately confirmed more details.
"So the Antigonus puppet's ability to control nearby people is similar to the thread that controls a spirit. That stagnant state is the reaction after being initially controlled... just like when the 'King of the North' was controlled by Klein?
"Klein was controlled by the seal at the time, but he later freed himself from the abnormal state. Although I tried to explain his loss of control by saying it was caused by access to the Antigonus family notes, he was actually still some distance away from the notes at the time...
"Same posture, this time Mr. Fool pulled me above the gray fog. What about last time?"
Could it be that before I confirmed with Mr. Fool and submitted Klein's information in an attempt to recruit him as a member of the Tarot Club, he had already...
...Have you come into contact with Mr. Fool?
…
After sending Angel away, Klein immediately stopped pretending. He waved his hand, hiding the "world" in the gray fog. He sat on the high-backed chair belonging to the Fool, waiting for those who had reached a deal at the Tarot Club to "sacrifice" and then "bestow" the corresponding items on the right people.
"I'm like an e-commerce intermediary now, waiting for the seller to ship the goods... Hehe, do you know anything about Fool Express?"
He joked to himself and soon waited for the first transaction between Miss Magician and Ms. Hermit.
After a busy moment, he "sent" all the corresponding items until only a black poisonous stinger about 15 cm long remained on the long bronze table in front of him.
This is the "Poison Needle of the Black-Striped Shadow Scorpion", the last missing auxiliary material for the "Despair" potion that Angel needs, sacrificed by Mr. "Sun".
"Angel will probably be very happy to get it... But I can't be happy. Maybe soon, the first demigod of the Tarot Club will be born, and it won't be me..."
He spoke with a mixture of joy and regret, hoping that the other party would slow down a bit and wait for him, who had just been promoted to Sequence 5.
After hesitating for a moment, Klein finally clicked on the crimson star belonging to the "Queen." He was about to play the fool and tell the other party to prepare to receive the "Gift," but he was surprised to find that in the gray mist, next to the picture centered on Angel, his own body appeared. He had walked four steps backwards and entered the gray mist space, then froze in place.
What? Where's my spiritual wall?
Even in his spirit form, Klein felt a chill running down his spine, breaking out in a cold sweat. Without even considering it, he spoke directly to Angel, interrupting her frown as she stared at him, and whispered, "I'm not going to do that any more."
"Mr. 'Sun' has completed the sacrifice. You may prepare to receive the gift."
This "harassment" successfully interrupted Angel's thoughts. She looked up at the ceiling in surprise, then lowered her head and responded after a moment:
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Fool."
In the gray fog palace, Mr. Fool breathed a long sigh of relief.
He decided that he would go out to hold Tarot meetings in the future.
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After hastily building a makeshift altar and obtaining the materials for the "Sun" sacrifice from Mr. Fool, Angel placed the materials, which had been sealed separately, on the table one by one and counted them with joy.
"Main ingredients: The eyes of the Gazer, and the complete venom sac of the Black-Striped Shadow Giant Scorpion.
"Supplementary Materials: Black-Striped Shadow Giant Scorpion's poisonous needle, 150ml of Gazer's blood, 10 drops of Blood Mist Tree sap, 1 portion of homemade highly toxic medicine."
Now, just put them together in a container, or even cup them together with your hands, and they will form a potion that can be taken directly...
Angel's eyes swept over the pair of breathtaking pale eyeballs, the shriveled poison sacs with a greenish black tint, and other auxiliary materials, and finally stopped at the poison needles worth 3,000 pounds.
"The easiest step has been completed. The next step is the difficulty: how to kill a demigod and make him take the potion in his despair..."
Starting from Sequence 5, advancement requires not only a complete potion, but also a corresponding ritual to assist. Angel, who has experienced advancement, knows that the ritual is by no means a process that can be perfunctorily or skipped, but is an important means to stabilize the mind, spirit, and body after taking the potion. If one is not careful, the residual mental imprint of the potion will interfere with the person and they will lose control and become a monster or die on the spot.
The same is probably true for the promotion of "desperation".
Therefore, Angel did not prepare the potion immediately, even though it could maintain its effect for a long time with appropriate sealing methods.
After putting away all the materials, Angel heard the sound of a door opening behind her. She turned around and saw Klein walking out of the second bedroom.
He probably didn't notice that I was going to draw a cat face on him... Angel thought a little uneasily.
But she quickly felt relieved. After all, she and Klein were the only ones in the room at the time, and Klein's spirit was still in the Tarot Club, unaware of what was happening in the outside world.
“Unless Mr. Fool tells him… But perhaps his relationship with the Fool is even closer than that of us ‘elders’ of the Tarot Club?”
She muttered, took the initiative to step forward and tell the other party the good news that she had gathered all the ingredients for the "Despair" potion.
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West of Bayam, in the "City of Generosity", in a house near the Governor's Mansion.
Short, thick candles burned in the basement, their dim light illuminating the blood-stained floor. Mutilated corpses were piled haphazardly in the corner, their missing parts placed on a long and narrow stone altar.
A gloomy man wearing a black clergy robe, with brown skin and sunken eyes, faced the altar with his head lowered, as if lost in thought.
Suddenly, the movement on the altar woke him up. The man squinted his eyes and looked at the pile of carefully selected flesh, blood and organs. He found that they seemed to be picked up one by one by invisible hands and piled towards the center of the altar.
The dim light of the candles around him was dyed with different colors, red, blue, green, and purple, which seemed to correspond to different desires, making the man feel the tyranny, greed, resentment, and lust in his heart surge up like waves.
Even as a demigod of the "Rose School" that advocates indulgence of desires, he couldn't help but frown.
"Jex, was the ritual successful?"
He asked softly.
It was not an easy task for him to collect so many sacrifices under the noses of the "Sea King" of the Storm Church and the newly arrived military demigod.
“God has responded…”
A cold voice was heard, and then the black curtain hanging on the wall moved automatically without wind, covering the altar, covering the constantly squirming and combining flesh and blood.
Behind it, a thin figure turned from invisible to transparent, and then from transparent to completely emerge.
He also had the brown skin and facial features unique to the southern continent, sparse white hair, deep wrinkles, and brown eyes staring at the altar.
The flesh and blood under the black curtain gradually bulged, pushing the curtain into a sharp shape, and then expanded to form a thick shape. Strands of dark red blood soaked the curtain, becoming colorful and extremely evil under the various candlelights.
Boom, boom, boom.
Heavy beating sounds hit the eardrums of the two people, and the curtain became uneven, as if there were branches of different shapes extending everywhere from below. More blood gushed out from under the curtain, flowed down the altar, and spilled all over the ground.
When the old man named Jax could no longer bear the heart-beating drumbeat, the sound suddenly stopped.
The curtain suddenly collapsed, and the flesh and blood inside seemed to condense together, leaving only two slightly bulging parts.
Swish——
The curtain was lifted by an invisible hand, revealing a "tree of flesh and blood" that was already in a semi-molten state. A round "fruit" grew on its branches, trembling slightly on the rotten flesh and blood and withered branches.
"Mother Tree of Desire!"
Jax suddenly shouted, bowed his head devoutly, and repeated the name of the god he believed in.
“Bang!”
As he prayed, there was a slight sound, and the fist-sized fruit exploded, growing its own limbs and head. The shriveled and fragile limbs barely supported the huge head, which had no normal facial features, only a big mouth that almost split the head in two when it was grinning.
Grayish-white and dark-red mists came out of the palm-sized human-shaped mouth one after another like breathing, and before they dissipated, they were inhaled again by it.
"From Vantek to the Raging Sea, and finally to Bayam, we've expended countless efforts and finally received the divine gift. This will help us sense the presence of those two targets, capture them alive, and offer them to the Mother Tree!"
Jax shouted again, and the other man frowned slightly at his frantic look, but he quickly recovered and whispered, "What's the matter with you?"
"Shall we do it now?"
"Under the feet of the Sea King? Unless Lord Suea comes in person, there's no chance... Find a way to force them out of the city. It would be best to separate them and defeat them one by one..."
Before the old man finished speaking, the basement door was pushed open from the outside.
"Master Jax, Master Zatwin."
The man who came was none other than the pale-faced "Blood Admiral" Senior, wearing a tricorn hat. He first greeted the two of them respectfully, and then continued:
"Turanyi von Helmothuein's location has been revealed!"
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