Outside the Brave Bar, a horse-drawn carriage drove briskly past.

Inside the carriage, Klein, wearing a half-high silk hat, and Sharon, still wearing a black Gothic court dress, sat opposite each other.

Looking at the expressionless pale face of the former bodyguard, Klein had no way of making small talk, so he could only get straight to the point:

"I'm ready for this."

Although Sequence 6 "Faceless Man" only brought him one extraordinary ability, the ones he possessed before were also significantly improved, and his strength was greatly enhanced. This was the best preparation.

The ability of the "Faceless Man" itself can be called a magical skill in certain occasions and situations!

For example, when being chased by someone, or when trying to sneak in... Klein couldn't help but imagine it in his mind.

Sharon listened quietly and said simply:

"tonight?"

She raised the end of her voice slightly to show that she was asking.

"If you have no problem, then I have no problem either." Klein responded with preparation.

"Okay." Sharon nodded.

The scene was silent for a few seconds, and Klein considered and asked again:

"Have you ever heard of mermaids? Do you know where I can encounter these legendary creatures?"

Sharon stared at Klein with her blue eyes without blinking, as if she had transformed into a real puppet.

After a while, she said calmly:

“There are no mermaids anywhere humans can reach.

"Only the fishermen of the Gargas Islands occasionally hear the mermaids' songs in the storms during their long voyages to hunt white-tailed whales."

The Gargas Islands, located deep in the Sonia Sea, are the farthest human colonization in this ocean and feature products such as whale oil and whale meat.

I don’t know whether this rumor is true or false... Klein nodded slightly:

"I see."

…………

The night bells sounded quiet and distant, as if coming from a very far away place.

There was an abandoned chapel in the middle of Williams Street, with dead vines crawling all over the walls and gray stones falling everywhere.

Inside the chapel, excrement and debris were mixed together, with piles of stones and dead grass alternating.

In a half-collapsed corner, a middle-aged man in black tight clothes moved the stone covering the cave entrance, and carrying digging tools, lighting equipment and a basket for transporting soil, he carefully but excitedly entered the tunnel.

He has gray hair on his temples and puffy bags under his eyes. He is Baron Raft Pound, who is believed by the outside world to have mental illness. He is a hidden descendant of the Tudor family of the Fourth Epoch.

This dandy young man who was always entangled with high-class call girls now had a serious expression and shining eyes, and there was no sign of him indulging in alcohol and sex.

He supported himself with his elbows and crawled quickly downward, as if the end of the tunnel contained the greatest and only hope of his life.

Before long, he touched the wet soil and cold stone ahead.

This did not extinguish Raft Pound's enthusiasm, and he repeated the movements that he had mastered to perfection over time.

As he was digging, moving and transporting, suddenly, there was an empty space in front of him and a dark underground palace appeared.

Rafter Pound's expression suddenly became crazy with excitement. He leaned forward and grabbed a black iron emblem.

There was a hand holding a scepter on the emblem, which made Rafter Pound's eyes shine as if burning.

As soon as he put the black iron emblem on his chest, everything in front of him suddenly shattered. He was still in the narrow and irregular tunnel, and in front of him was still wet soil and cold stone.

No, besides this, there was another person there quietly "watching" him.

That is a person without eyes, no nose, no mouth, no eyebrows, and no ears!

Raft Pound's pupils shrank, and he felt a sense of numbness rising from below the waist, along the spine, and straight to the back of his head.

Without even a second thought, he dropped all his belongings and retreated madly.

His elbows slammed against the ground, leaving a bloody mess, but he felt no pain at all.

Finally, Raft Pound left the tunnel and returned to the abandoned chapel.

Because the lantern was lost, he could only see the deep darkness and the dim "crimson" shrouding the edges.

Suddenly, the withered vines climbing on the wall swayed like snakes, and a figure walked out of the darkness.

She was wearing a Gothic court dress and a small black bonnet. She had a face that was pale to the point of being transparent, and her hair and blue eyes were unlike those of a human.

Raft Pound almost shouted, the appearance of such a woman in such an environment was no different from the ghost stories in folk legends!

Ta, da, da!

He took several steps back and almost tripped over a stone.

At this moment, he seemed to remember something and suppressed his fear, revealing an expression of anxiety, hope, excitement and anticipation:

“You, you are the evil spirit in the underground palace?

"Yes, it must be you!"

Your Excellency the Baron, you seem to have misunderstood something... "Faceless Man" Klein crawled out of the tunnel and stood quietly in the shadows.

His and Sharon's original plan was to scare away Raft Pound by playing tricks so that he would never dare to spy on the underground ruins again, but the other party's reaction was somewhat beyond their expectations.

Sharon paused for a second, then asked as if agreeing:

"What do you want to say?"

Luft Pound exhaled quietly, curled his lips and said:

“After so many years of trying, I think you should have understood that killing the descendants of the Tudor family will not help you remove the seal.

"Only by cooperating with me, who has the great blood of Tudor, can you hope to escape the predicament that has lasted for more than two thousand years."

The Tudor family knew about the existence of evil spirits, but they still died in that room... Klein frowned in confusion. Before Sharon could speak, he raised his voice and imitated her ethereal voice:

"Why did you wait until today?"

This is a branch of the "Faceless Man"'s extraordinary ability - simulating the target's voice, and as long as he has heard it, he can reproduce it!

Of course, Klein believed that he could not repeat the mumbling of the "True Creator" and Mr. "Door"'s cry for help. This extraordinary ability is currently limited to the realm of ordinary people.

Sharon turned her head secretly and glanced at him, but did not expose him.

Raft Pound didn't notice it and laughed:

"Because the 'Black Emperor' appeared.

"Fate tells me that the glory of the Blood Emperor will soon reappear!"

Is there any logical connection between these two? Klein inexplicably felt that Raft Pound was more like a madman today than before.

He asked again in Sharon's voice:

"The Black Emperor?"

"Haha." Luft Pound laughed, "Yes, the chivalrous thief 'Black Emperor', he must have a close connection with the real 'Black Emperor'!"

How come I don't know? Klein laughed.

He thought about it, stopped talking, and gave up the right to ask questions.

And Sharon, for some reason, also remained silent.

Seeing this, Luft Pound was delighted and asked quickly:

"So, what's your answer?"

"I refuse," Sharon responded without any emotion.

Raft suppressed his anxiety and tried to persuade the other party again.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly widened and he took a few steps to the side and came to a relatively intact stone wall.

This... Klein and Sharon noticed something unusual at the same time and responded accordingly. One of them pulled out his revolver and aimed at Raft Pound, which filled the ruined chapel with crimson moonlight.

Without even looking at them, Rafter Pound faced the stone wall, exerted force on his waist and back, and smashed his head against it.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He hit the target three times and fainted with blood on his forehead.

Then he got up again, his eyes bloodshot for some reason.

Raft Pound raised his right hand and wiped his forehead, leaving his palm covered in blood.

He stretched out the tip of his tongue, licked the scarlet vagina, and said intoxicatedly:

“Tudor’s blood is so delicious, it’s simply intoxicating.

"This will push my hatred to its maximum limit and help me expand the boundaries of the seal for a short period of time."

Klein pointed his gun at the other party and asked in surprise:

"The evil spirits within the ruins?"

There were streaks of blood running down Raft Pound's face as he smiled horribly:

“You guessed right.

"I had previously judged that you were weak, and I wanted to pollute your mind, enter your dreams, and seduce you to rescue me. Who knew, haha, you were also a person with a secret."

Don't be so direct... Klein subconsciously glanced at Sharon and found that there was nothing wrong with her.

"What do you want to do?" Klein asked directly.

The evil spirit sighed:

"I am just an innocent person who was killed because of Alistair Tudor's ambition. Because of the restraints of my corpse, I have been trapped in that underground ruins for nearly or more than two thousand years.

"I hope you can help me get out of this mess and let me be a free spirit. I swear, I will not go after innocent people."

At this point, he looked at Sharon with bloodshot eyes:

"You should be a 'Wrathful Soul' of the alien path. The next step is to become a demigod. I don't know if you have the potion formula for 'Puppet', but I can help you obtain it and even become a part of your ritual. This is the reward I promised."

"Puppet." The Sequence 4 of the alien pathway is called "Puppet"? What a strange name... Klein muttered in his heart.

The evil spirit turned to look at him:

“You’re also paid.

“It was an item that could be called magical and precious. Because of some kind of attraction, its owner came to the underground palace and died beside the descendants of Tudor.

“This is what it looks like.”

As he spoke, the evil spirit spread out his palms, allowing the crimson moonlight to condense into a picture.

Inside the picture, there is a normal-sized tarot card, and the image on it is completely different from other types. The person sitting in the chariot is not a king, but a male priest in a crimson robe.

The priest looked exactly like Roselle Gustav!

This... is a blasphemous card! Klein's eyes moved instantly, and he saw the starlight in the upper left corner condensed into a line of text:

"Sequence 0: Red Priest!"

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