Black "spiritual threads" originating from different lives appeared in Klein's eyes, but he did not immediately extend his own spirituality to try to manipulate them.

After identifying and confirming which "spiritual threads" belonged to Mosona, he gulped down a sip of malt beer and focused on watching the boxing match on the ring, like a real spectator.

The two boxers, with their upper bodies naked and without any protective gear, fought very hard. They kept colliding with each other and punching each other, and the situation soon became intense.

Many of the drunkards and gamblers watching the fight were so excited by the adrenaline that they enthusiastically shouted the name of the boxer they supported and chanted:

"Beat him to death!"

"Fuck this son of a bitch!"

On the second floor, Mosona had forgotten about the cigar in his hand and stared at the ring below, with one hand clenched into a fist.

The people around him, except for the bodyguards who were responsible for guarding against suspicious people around and important areas such as the roof and downstairs, and who had to turn their backs to him, inevitably focused their attention on the exciting boxing match.

Klein raised his hand again and took a sip of beer. He seemed to be a little breathless due to the tense atmosphere.

At this time, his spirituality quietly spread out and grasped the illusory black line corresponding to Mosona.

One second, two seconds, three seconds… Just as Mosona, with rosacea, was about to move his fists slightly, as if he was fighting in the ring, his head suddenly felt numb.

He just felt that the scene around him suddenly became a little strange, as if several layers of thick glass were installed.

Mosona then found that his thoughts were obviously sluggish, and that all the parts in his head seemed to have suddenly rusted.

Because the target was just an ordinary person whose spirit was far less powerful than that of a Beyonder, it took Klein less than 20 seconds to initially control the other party.

7 seconds!

Just 7 seconds!

Oops...something went wrong...it should be...a Extraordinary...whose abilities are quite...special...Mosona, who often interacts with pirates, is no stranger to the mysterious world, so he spent a huge sum of money to hire an Extraordinary to protect him. If he hadn't been physically ruined by alcohol and sex, and hadn't been mentally weak and in a bad state, he would have most likely lost control after taking the potion. He would have wanted to directly obtain that supernatural power.

At this moment, because of his slow thinking and lack of experience, it took Mosona more than ten seconds to figure out that he was attacked. He immediately stretched out his arms, opened his mouth, and tried to call for help.

However, his movements were so slow and the voice in his throat was so weak. The bodyguards around him were concentrating on watching the tense and fierce boxing match. The audience's cheers were getting louder and louder. The guards outside were paying attention to the possible places of attack. The employer who was not under heavy protection was ignored.

When the excitement of the match temporarily subsided, some bodyguards and men turned around to look at their boss, only to see that Mosona's eyes looked a little dull, and the position of his hands was not quite normal. It seemed that he was still immersed in the boxing match, anxiously waiting for the final result.

Tears welled up in the eyes of the gangster, and he tried hard to loosen his five fingers to let the cigar fall to the ground and attract attention.

But he discovered in despair that his thinking was becoming increasingly slow and rigid. A simple movement seemed to take more than a minute to complete, and his fingers were still fighting against his thoughts!

Bang!

The burning cigar finally fell to the floor, and Mosona's tears slid down his face and onto his neck.

Several bodyguards noticed this and were about to ask the boss if he was too excited because of the game, but Mosona suddenly bent down, wiped his face and picked up the cigar.

"This is a great match! Give extra money to the final winner!" Mosona flicked his cigar, pulled his collar, and smiled.

He didn't specify how much money to add because Klein had no idea about the market, so he could only give a vague explanation.

Yes, Mosona of the "New Rune Party" has become his puppet!

Because this gangster boss was just an ordinary person and his spirit was even weaker than that of a normal healthy human, it only took him two minutes and fifteen seconds!

If it took longer, he would have to be distracted using illusions to create chaos, forcing the bodyguards to focus only on protecting Mosona and not notice his abnormality in time.

"Beat him to death!"

"Beat him to death!"

…

The audience's shouts suddenly became uniform, the fight on the ring was coming to an end, and Mosona signaled the bodyguards to continue watching the game.

When one of the boxers fell unconscious, Mosona took a puff of his cigar and said:

“Go to the room.

"I need to take a break."

"Yes, boss." His bodyguards and men immediately surrounded him and led him into the second-floor corridor, helping him open the door to the lounge.

After instructing the guards to guard all key locations and not to come in to disturb him, Mosona paced back and forth, opened the safe, found documents related to the new type of drugs, and screened out the most important ones.

He then put the documents, the address slips cut from the newspapers, and all the £758 in cash into a briefcase.

With a creak, he opened the door and called one of his men:

"Drop this bag under the third streetlight in the corner alley."

"Yes, boss." His men did not ask why.

That’s the rule!

After closing the door again, Mosona found three candles and some spiritual objects, and carefully drew the emblem corresponding to the "Fool" with a pen on white paper - a special symbol composed of half of the "Pupilless Eye" symbolizing secrecy and half of the "Twisted Line" symbolizing change.

Then, the gangster boss who had become a puppet lit candles, used perfume instead of essential oils and hydrosols, and earnestly performed a ceremony to pray for blessings.

He whispered the honorific name of "The Fool" and chanted the corresponding spell in the ancient Hermetic language, which he did not know at all. Then he picked up the spiritual item and let it blend into the wind, and together with the changing candlelight, he constructed an illusory door. If he could not find a spiritual item, Klein planned to use Mosona's blood. Human blood itself is a spiritual thing!

In the bathroom on the first floor, Klein seized this opportunity and took four steps backwards to reach the top of the gray fog.

He did not use the "Black Emperor" card, but directly pried open some of the power in this mysterious space, connected them with the paper figures, and threw them into the door of sacrifice and bestowal.

The paper figure immediately transformed into an angel with twelve pairs of wings on its back, flew through the illusory and mysterious gate, passed through the dark and deep void, and arrived at Mosona.

This is interfering with possible subsequent investigations into divination, prophecy, and other extraordinary abilities!

Then, Klein picked up the Creeping Hunger and threw it into the ritual gate!

The "creeping hunger" came to the real world with the help of a ritual of praying for blessings and came before Mosona. It had not eaten for a long time and suddenly became restless!

At this time, Klein also returned to the bathroom. From a distance of several dozen meters, he manipulated the previously frozen Mosona to close his mouth and picked up the gloves on the "altar."

A crack immediately appeared in the middle of the glove, revealing two rows of illusory, white teeth!

The puppet senses that Klein had gained quickly weakened, and he immediately released the control.

The slight backlash made his head a little dizzy, but it didn't take long for him to return to normal.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he left the bathroom, returned to the bar, and continued drinking the ale he had not finished.

At the same time, he used the "Spirit Thread" to find a mouse on the second floor and turned it into his puppet in less than two minutes.

The mouse moved awkwardly and unskillfully to find the cave and the path, and it took some time to finally enter Mosona's lounge from the place hidden by the bookshelf.

At this time, a thin glove made of human skin was lying quietly on the ground, and there was not even a trace of clothing left on Mosona.

The mouse climbed onto the table, picked up the paper with the symbol corresponding to "The Fool" drawn on it, and held it in front of the burning candle.

The paper quickly caught fire and turned into ashes.

After extinguishing the three candles and returning them to their original places, the mouse came to the side of the "Creeping Hunger" and picked up the glove.

Then it retraced its steps and left Mosona's lounge.

It lurked all the way to the balcony on the second floor and climbed down silently.

First floor, bar counter.

Klein drank the last sip of beer, put down the cup, and stood up slowly.

He clicked his half-high silk hat, put his hands in the pockets of his black double-breasted frock coat, and walked slowly past the drunkards and gamblers onto the street.

Following the light of the gas street lamp, he walked to the corner alley at a normal speed, pulled out a paper man, shook it and lit it, and picked up the briefcase under the third lamppost.

At this time, a gray mouse jumped out from the darkness, holding a thin human leather glove in its mouth.

Klein bent down again with an expressionless face and picked up "Creeping Hunger".

Then, the gray mouse walked away on its own, crawled into a trash can, and lay there, completely dead.

In the darkness that had already fallen, Klein stood there under the light of the gas street lamp. He calmly spread his five fingers and put "Creeping Hunger" on his left hand.

After stretching his knuckles and getting used to the gloves, he put his briefcase in his pocket, walked past the still bustling and vibrant Oak Bar, and disappeared at the intersection.

…………

After attaching the address slip and stamps to the briefcase that only contained important information and putting it in the mailbox on the corner, Klein transformed back into Gehrman Sparrow and took a rented carriage to another bar at the port.

That’s one bar with more pirates than Anderson offers!

After entering the bar, Klein glanced around and took in the general appearance of the interior.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.

The figure was of medium build, with purple lips and brown eyes that held a frightening malice. He was none other than the second mate of the "Undead King" Agaritu, the "Slayer" Gilchias, whose bounty was 9,500 pounds!

Obviously, after escaping from the dangerous sea exit, the "Death Announcement" also came to the nearest Tuscat Island to seek supplies!

They’re here too... Klein’s lips curled slightly, realizing that there was no better way to hunt “demons” than by chance!

As soon as the evil thought came to his mind, Gilchies noticed it and turned his head to look at the entrance of the bar.

Klein grabbed the beer on the table next to him without hesitation and threw it over.

Then he pulled out his revolver and aimed it in that direction indifferently.

Bang!

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