The gas street lamps at both ends of the stone bridge quietly illuminated the road, but could not dispel the darkness below. Only the dim crimson light hanging from the sky could barely light up the brown soil.

The "Member of Fate" Richoed, who was hiding in the bridge hole, had not made a sound for a long time, which made Klein wonder if he had died due to his serious injuries. He guessed that the previous failure of adding luck was probably due to this factor.

Just as Klein was trying to speak to confirm the situation, Richoide coughed twice and said in a hoarse voice:

"As expected of a powerful adventurer who can temporarily seal the dice...

"The current situation is beyond my expectations. Well, I'm very curious about what happened that made my added luck completely ineffective.

“It’s a pity that I can’t come out and face you directly. Otherwise, I should be able to see some things that are difficult for extraordinary people from other paths to see, even if they have higher spiritual vision.

"This is something that only the 'Destiny' path has."

So, the problem lies with me? That's not the point. The point is that you have to give me the 700 pounds. No, 730 pounds... While Klein was complaining in his heart, he couldn't help but think of the orphan Admisor in Tingen City, nicknamed "Monster".

The young man, who was roughly half a Sequence 9, screamed and fell to the ground after seeing Klein. His eyes were bleeding and he was so scared that he felt like he had met a demon.

Is this because he has the special ability of the Wheel of Fortune path, so he saw through my problem and saw something about the gray fog? Unfortunately, this "Member of Fate" was seriously injured and had his own doom domain, so I couldn't ask him to help me examine it... I'll go back and ask "Mercury Snake" Will Auceptin. He might know something, but this path is also very mysterious. He may not answer me directly. He will probably just give me a few vague and ambiguous words... Klein remained expressionless and said:

"So what are you going to do?"

Richaud sighed and said:

"Go call Darkwill over. I'll give him some luck and let him go to the casino to win money on your behalf."

According to the hotel name given by Senator Richoed, Klein quickly found the fat pharmacist Darkwill. Then, carrying his suitcase and walking stick, he watched in silence as Darkwill continued to win money in several major casinos. In the early hours of the morning, he earned 750 pounds.

After receiving the final payment of 730 pounds, Klein realized a problem:

The reason why his previous luck failed was because of him!

"Why?" Klein put his bulging wallet into his pocket, frowned, and muttered to himself silently.

He quickly thought of the invisible, thin gray mist around him and vaguely understood the reason.

"After being promoted to 'Faceless Man', the gray fog and reality have become intertwined to a certain extent. Not only can it help me block out the whispers that are not very strong in nature, but it can also destroy the fate-related influences imposed by others within a certain range? Therefore, the luck given by that congressman is ineffective.

"According to this logic, bad luck to a certain extent should not be able to affect me.

“Oh, what’s the big deal? It not only prevents me from becoming an unlucky guy, but also destroys my hope of becoming a lucky winner…” Klein shook his head secretly and followed Darkwill and the owl back to the stone bridge. He informed “Member of Fate” Richode of the method of summoning his messenger and asked him to convey the news of the offensive magical item as soon as possible.

After doing all this, Klein found a hotel in the port city of Oravi Island, booked an ordinary room, and stayed there.

…………

Backlund, morning.

Emlyn White walked under his favorite dark sky, through fog that was not as thick as that in November and December last year, and once again came to the outside of 7 Pinster Street in the North District.

After ringing the doorbell, he straightened his back, raised his chin slightly and waited patiently.

Leonard opened the door, took a look at the handsome but rather annoying face, made way for the other person to enter.

He was still wearing his white home shirt and black trousers, but he had an unbuttoned dark vest on top.

"What do you think?" Leonard asked with a smile.

“No problem.” Since he wasn’t spending his own money, Emlyn had no intention of bargaining.

He even thought that given the attitude the other party showed last time, bargaining would lead to a price increase.

Leonard nodded slightly and laughed:

"Very rich."

I can tell you're trying to trick me... Emlyn snorted and responded:

"That's not something you need to worry about."

After saying this, he raised the small suitcase in his hand, opened it and displayed the 7,000 pounds in cash inside.

Leonard took out the stacks one by one and examined them carefully for a moment.

Then, he took off the red glove on his left palm and handed it to Emlyn.

“This is the magical item you need, it can camouflage itself in different colors.

"It's called 'Fire Seed'. It can increase the user's charisma and make his words extremely persuasive. It can steal one of the target's extraordinary abilities within a 50-meter range. The more you know about the target, the easier it is to steal the one you want. The more ignorant you are, the closer it is to randomness and luck.

“When the target sequence is higher than 6, there is a possibility of failure. The higher it is, the greater the probability of failure.

"After the theft is successful, the original target loses the extraordinary ability and must wait at least 12 hours to recover, while the owner of the 'Fire Seed' can use it skillfully and maintain it for about 10 minutes.

“And the reason it’s expensive is because it has so little negative impact.”

After listening to the other party's introduction quietly, Emlyn became very interested in the magical item "Fire Seed" and asked:

“What are the negative effects?”

Leonard stroked his hair and said with a smile:

"First, when you wear it, there is a high chance that your belongings will be lost. Second, after using it, one of your extraordinary abilities will be lost for at least 12 hours, but only one will be lost within this time frame. In other words, even if you use it multiple times, you will only lose one."

"Compared to many seals I know, its negative impact is indeed small." Emlyn cleared his throat and nodded slightly.

He took the "Fire" gloves, checked them carefully, then took out the stacks of cash from the suitcase and placed them on the coffee table.

Then he put the gloves into the suitcase instead of carrying them directly.

Picking up the suitcase, Emlyn returned to the Harvest Church as before, entered the priest's lounge, and arranged the sacrificial ceremony.

The illusory and mysterious door opened, and the red gloves passed through the dark and deep void and were about to enter the gray fog.

At this moment, a distorted and terrifying little human face suddenly emerged on the surface of the glove that was in contact with the gray fog.

It keeps evaporating, yet trying hard to maintain itself.

Seeing this scene, Klein was not too surprised. After all, the grandfather in Leonard's body was an angel of the "Thief" path. What Amon's clone could do, He might be able to do.

He was fully prepared for this. He believed that even if the other party really reached Amon's level, he would be able to clear the corresponding aura and prevent the other party from noticing the existence of the gray fog, so as to attack "Moon" Emlyn.

Picking up the "Poseidon's Scepter" that had been placed in front of him, Klein looked down at the blue "gems" and made them light up at the same time.

Suddenly, a bright silver-white light appeared above the gray fog. Beams of lightning were like a rainstorm, carrying a little power of the gray fog and falling one after another on the small illusory human face.

The human face completely disappeared before it could even utter a scream, leaving behind a dead translucent insect with twelve transparent rings on it.

“The Worm of Time… but it’s weaker than Amon…” Klein whispered, waving his hand and letting the red glove and the familiar worm fly over at the same time.

After careful identification, he confirmed that the insect was basically the same as the one left by Amon's clone.

"The poet's grandfather is in the same sequence as Amon, Sequence 1? No, not necessarily. This may just be a feature of a previous sequence...

“If, if it is really Sequence 1, considering that Amon is the son of the Creator and the King of Angels, perhaps He has also integrated uniqueness or another Sequence 1 characteristic…” Klein made a guess, but there was no way to confirm it.

As for what the dead "Time Worm" could be used for and when its spirituality would completely dissipate, he could only throw it into the pile of junk because he lacked the corresponding knowledge.

…………

Backlund, 7 Pinster Street.

Leonard Mitchell sat on the sofa with his eyes closed and his feet on the coffee table, as if he was making up for a whole night of wakefulness with a short sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly opened his eyes and said in a low voice:

"What happened? Has anyone identified the real buyer of 'Fire'?"

A slightly old voice immediately sounded in his mind:

"The aura I left behind was cleared away, completely and utterly."

"Did you find anything?" Leonard retracted his legs and asked in a deep voice.

The old voice sighed and said:

"No.

“Before I knew it, it was over.

"If I were in my best condition, I might be able to grasp the corresponding clues, but unfortunately, I have been weak for many years."

Leonard was silent for ten seconds, then shook his head and said:

"Then let's just pretend that this matter never happened for now."

…………

Above the gray fog, Klein listened to Emlyn's prayer, wrote down the information about the magical item he described, and checked the glove called "Spark" over and over again.

"Haha, this way I also have a glove for my right hand." He chuckled and said to himself.

After careful consideration, Klein gave up the attempt to steal the mental pollution of the "True Creator" in the "All-Black Eye" immediately. He did this to ensure success, hoping to keep the opportunity until he could mix the "Master of Secret Dolls" potion. According to the records of the City of Silver, there would be no problem with this operation even without the shield of gray fog. With gray fog, there would be no more accidents, even if it was the mental pollution left by the "True Creator".

"You can also use the 'Fire' at ordinary times. Well, when you need it, you have to put your money, pocket watch, and other magical items on the gray fog to make sure nothing gets lost... Actually, even if you don't do this, it's not a big problem. I'm a fortune teller. If I lose something, am I afraid I won't be able to find it back? Haha, during normal combat, I have 'Creeping Hunger' in my left hand and 'Fire' in my right hand. Just thinking about it makes me feel powerful..." Klein retracted his thoughts and found that the Sequence 5 "Master of Secret Puppetry" potion-related materials were basically ready, except for two more common auxiliary materials.

He nodded imperceptibly and muttered to himself:

"Just wait until the Faceless Man potion is completely digested!

"Then, take the ship of Mr. Admiral of the Stars or Mr. Hanged Man and go to the easternmost part of the Sonia Sea to look for mermaids."

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