In a small town outside Backlund.
After changing into dry and clean clothes, Klein placed the soaked banknotes one by one on the table, waiting for them to dry naturally in the warm room.
During this process, he moved very carefully and gently, and even suppressed the sneezes and coughs caused by the cold and fever.
To ensure no mistakes, he did not control the fire to bake it himself.
After doing all this, he walked to the corner of the hotel room where there was a full-length mirror.
Klein in the mirror had neatly combed black hair, a pair of dark brown eyes, and a rather thin face with sharp edges.
He wore gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and had no beard. He looked young and experienced.
This is Zhou Mingrui's appearance that he modified based on the racial characteristics of the Northern Continent. It also shows the look of him when he was in college and was full of energy and not forced to gain weight by society.
He planned to go back to Backlund once things calmed down, and get a legal identity for his current appearance. Compared to when he left Tingen, he now had no shortage of relevant channels, such as Ian in the "Brave" bar, Miss Sharon's circle, and the great detective Isengard Stanton.
I really miss it... Klein whispered as he started a ritual in a room where the curtains had already been drawn, preparing to bring Creeping Hunger above the gray fog to conduct foolproof research.
In the silent and deserted ancient palace, he appeared at the top of the long bronze table, holding a pair of thin gloves that looked like they were made of human skin, and leaned back against the back of the chair.
Then he closed his eyes and extended his spirituality into the object that needed to be sealed.
He immediately felt the hunger of the glove, as if it had a stomach that could never be filled, but it was so docile above the gray fog that it dared not reveal even a trace of malice, like a hound lying there, not daring to move.
Then, Klein heard unwilling cries and painful groans.
Twisted, hideous, wailing transparent faces immediately appeared in his mind, filled with sorrow and madness that were unbearable to watch.
These "faces" were deeply integrated with extraordinary characteristics of different colors, states, and expressions. Wherever Klein's spirituality spread, it could combine with the corresponding "face" and use its abilities.
Is this how to use it? Klein tried again and again, and combined with divination, he roughly figured out which five souls "Creeping Hunger" was currently "grazing".
One is the "Faceless Man", but he only has the ability to change his appearance and body shape;
The second is the "psychologist", who can make the target fall into a frenzy, can give certain psychological hints, can simulate the power of the dragon, intimidate individuals and groups, and create chaos;
The third is the "Interrogator", who can make the wearer of the gloves proficient in the use of various weapons, become an expert in demolition, and have the ability to concentrate the spirit and pierce the target's spirit;
The fourth is "Nightmare", which has only one ability, which is to drag people into dreams silently. However, unlike the corresponding Beyonders, this is mainly accomplished by "Creeping Hunger", so the wearer can still move his body after entering the nightmare state;
The fifth is the "Priest of Light", which can produce a halo-like effect, purifying the undead and filthy creatures within a certain range. At the same time, he also has the "Singer" to enhance the singing of himself and his companions, and can summon a "holy light" that is weaker than the "Yangyan".
The limit is five souls, and the abilities that can be used are fixed when they are first "herded"... This is not something that I can decide. It depends purely on luck. Maybe there will be three, maybe only one... Klein nodded thoughtfully, sighed, and said to those suffering souls:
“No matter what kind of people you were before, I will gradually free you from your confinement and bring you complete liberation.
"From now on, the souls I will herd will only come from those who have committed serious sins and cannot be forgiven. Every time I kill a Beyonder like this, I will replace one of you and free you, regardless of whether his abilities are needed by me or not."
His solemn but gentle voice echoed in the ancient palace, and the wailing souls in pain quieted down, no longer so twisted and hideous.
Huh... Klein exhaled, opened his eyes, tapped the edge of the ancient long table with his fingers, and muttered to himself silently:
"The abilities of the Faceless Man overlap with mine, so he is completely worthless. When a replacement is found, I will release him first. Well, then I can try to communicate with him. Maybe I can get information about the high-sequence Fortuneteller and clues about where the mermaids are... No, there is no need to wait for a replacement. After a few days, when the cold is healed and the condition is restored, I can try...
"The soul corresponding to the 'Priest of Light' should be able to complete the formula I obtained earlier, and he will also leave behind the corresponding extraordinary characteristics. In this way, little 'Sun' will not have to worry about subsequent promotions. Well, he will be the second one to be liberated..."
"As for the fact that I have to use a human's soul and flesh to feed the Creeping Hunger every time I use it, I don't need to worry about it. I will definitely not use it normally. When I need it, I will definitely face a terrible enemy. In such a battle, there will definitely be no shortage of lives to harvest. Even if there are not, I can throw the Creeping Hunger into the gray fog. I don't have to worry about it backlashing and hurting innocent people. The worst result is that I can no longer use it..."
Putting his thoughts away, Klein tried to use the magical item "Creeping Hunger" to divine the formula of the "Shepherd" potion, but ultimately failed.
He did not divine the source of the "creeping hunger" for fear of attracting bad beings.
Although there was gray fog blocking and obstructing him, he was not afraid of endangering himself, but in that case, "Creeping Hunger" might be damaged.
I would consider making corresponding attempts only when it was no longer necessary... Klein leaned forward and supported his elbows on the table.
He quickly recalled what happened earlier and keenly noticed a detail:
"After the 'Master Key' was destroyed, the Beyonder characteristics did not disappear, but became light particles, trying to gather...
"It is foreseeable that the final 'apprentice' feature will no longer have the shouting of Mr. Men.
"In other words, this method can be used to remove the spiritual pollution within the Beyonder characteristics!
"But the problem is that, under normal circumstances, it is impossible to destroy the Beyonder properties that have been solidified into an item. At that time, we relied on a ritual that could allow the True God to descend, which required a large number of innocent lives...
"Moreover, once the 'All Black Eye' is shattered, the spiritual pollution of the 'True Creator' hidden deep inside will inevitably erupt. Who can bear it then? Do it above the gray fog?"
As his thoughts raced through his mind, Klein recalled what might happen to the East District, and quickly produced a pen and paper to do the corresponding divination.
After receiving the revelation, he lost his expression and slowly, slowly leaned back in his chair.
Below him, the endless gray fog rose and fell silently as if it had never changed since ancient times.
…………
Audrey stood by the window, watching the yellowish and iron-black mist quickly dissipate, and watching the heavy rain that did not belong to winter falling heavily, and her mood became much calmer.
After an unknown amount of time, she and Susie finally waited for Earl Hall to return home.
"Dad, what's wrong?" Audrey asked with concern.
Earl Hall handed his coat and hat to the waiter and smiled gently:
"It's solved, but the specific process is still unclear. My little princess, you really helped a lot this time. You deserve a medal weighing a ton!"
That’s good, that’s good… Thanks to Mr. Fool’s reminder, and thanks to his followers who took the risk to investigate… our Tarot Club has once again prevented the evil god from coming, and once again saved the world! Audrey’s heart was filled with pride.
Earl Hall took the towel from the maid, wiped his face, and sighed:
"But this time it still caused serious casualties. The smog in Backlund could actually be so deadly... Although the statistics have not yet come out, I estimate that more than 10,000 people have died in the East District, the Dock District, and the Factory District, and the plague is still spreading. Try not to go out recently."
More than 10,000 people? This was a number that Audrey could understand but could not imagine. Only during the annual Independence Day parade could she see thousands or tens of thousands of people gathered together.
However, this did not prevent her from feeling heavy in her heart and her mood suddenly became depressed.
…………
Daisy stood outside the apartment and watched the doctors and nurses in white coats and large masks go in and carry out body after body.
She already knew the result, her expression was numb, her eyes were empty, and she subconsciously moved towards the door.
At this time, the police in charge of the cordon stopped her:
"Don't go over there, do you want to be infected with the plague?"
Daisy stopped there and watched the two bodies being carried out, watched her mother Liv hugging her sister Freya tightly, watched them being carried onto a temporarily requisitioned delivery cart covered with black cloth, and watched them covered with white cloth disappear before her eyes.
The carriage moved slowly towards the other end of the street.
At this moment, Daisy seemed to wake up from her dream. She turned around, ran quickly, and chased the carriage.
The ground was extremely muddy after the rain. She fell and got up several times, and her body was covered with stains.
However, she still failed to catch up with the carriage and watched it disappear around the corner.
Daisy slowed down her pace, her body swaying slightly, her expression unusually dull.
She held onto a tree beside the street, staring intently at where the carriage had left.
Suddenly, she went limp and cried out:
"Mother……
“Freya…”
The voice was thin, low, sharp and weak, lingering on.
At this moment, in the East District, the dock area, and the factory area, tens of thousands of people were also wailing and crying.
…………
Queens, Sodrak Palace.
George III, wearing a crown, with a resolute face and a small moustache, sat on the throne, looking at the Earl of the Palace in front of him, without saying a word for a long time.
"Your Majesty, people from the three major churches are waiting for your explanation outside." The Earl of the Palace asked with sweat on his forehead.
"Explanation? Prince Edessak was bewitched by a witch, colluded with a cult, and tried to rebel. That's the explanation! His conspiracy was exposed and he committed suicide. What other explanation do they want!" George III suddenly became furious.
He took a breath and returned to his usual seriousness:
"You tell them that anyone who obtains the title by any means will be able to get a seat in the House of Lords, that property restrictions on elections will be relaxed, and that invalid constituencies will be cleared. This is to appease those factory owners and bankers.
"Similarly, the Air Pollution Investigation Committee will soon come to its conclusion, the relevant bill will be passed soon, and the minimum protection and working hours regulations will also be presented in the form of law in the near future!
"The Poor Law will be reformed as they demand... and the three major churches will be allowed to send men into the military!"
"Your Majesty..." The Earl of the Palace was shocked when he heard this.
Such concessions were beyond his imagination, especially the last one.
George III was furious again:
"Tell them just like that! Since they want a new order, I will give them a new order!"
"Yes, Your Majesty." The Earl of the Palace did not dare to say anything more and left the palace.
George III sat there for a long time without moving, like a stone statue.
After an unknown amount of time, his expression suddenly softened.
https:
Genius website address: . Mobile version reading website: m.
: