“Okay.” Klein nodded solemnly.

Sheriff Fassin stroked his short hair and said:

"There are some other arrangements. I will explain them to you in detail and you can make your own decision."

His eyes looked towards the living room area.

Klein politely gestured for invitation and watched Sheriff Farthing close the door, walk in, walk to the sofa, and sit down.

“What are your plans?” Klein didn’t take off his coat, and his hands were still in his pockets.

Fassin leaned forward slightly, clasped his hands and said:

"You should be well aware that you have offended the ambassador. Tonight or tomorrow will be your most dangerous period."

"The people above gave you three choices. The first is to stay in the Holy Wind Church for two days. I know you are a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, but the Holy Hillland Church is too far away and it is easy to get into trouble on the way."

Klein nodded imperceptibly, waiting for the other party to give a second choice.

Suddenly, his vision blurred, his head felt numb, and he felt as if there was a thick layer of glass around him.

He saw Sheriff Farthing's mouth opening and closing slowly, and found his own thoughts becoming increasingly stagnant.

This feeling was so familiar that Klein immediately thought of the Antigonus family's puppet, the sealed object "2-049"!

At that time, he suffered similar effects many times, but was awakened by Captain Dunn Smith and others. In order to let others notice the abnormality in time, they kept flexing and extending their arms!

The Antigonus family controls the "Fortune Teller" path... This person's ability is similar to that of the Antigonus family's puppet... He is the mid-sequence person of the "Fortune Teller" path... It is indeed him... Klein woke up instantly, but at this time there was no Dunn Smith to wake him up.

The muscles on Sheriff Farthing's face began to move strangely, and he soon turned into a gentleman with black hair and blue eyes, with a handsome face and faint traces of a beard.

He said with a smile:

"Just give me some time. This is one of the most difficult abilities to deal with below the High Sequence."

As he spoke, Klein saw the woman in a black court dress appear on the glass of the oriel window.

She walked out of the glass stiffly and slowly, haltingly. Her light blonde hair, delicate features and pale complexion made her look more like a doll than a living person.

"I didn't expect you could hire such a powerful bodyguard. If I hadn't predicted the problem in advance, I might have died here. What reward did you pay? By the way, my name is Rosago." Rosago didn't look back and smiled at Klein, but he didn't expect the other party who was controlled by him to answer fluently.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a cold breeze blowing on his neck, which made his hair stand up and his bumps bulge out.

There seemed to be an invisible person behind him breathing on his neck!

Rosago laughed, raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

Bang!

Flames suddenly rose up behind him, and a transparent shadow burned fiercely and soon turned into ashes.

In Klein's sight, these actions were broken down into frames.

It's not that the other party has become slow, but that his thoughts have become increasingly sluggish.

He has already controlled me... Why doesn't he just... kill me... Do all villains love to chat... No, he's not a stupid person... He's using chatting to hide something... Klein tried his best to think and find the problem, but the ups and downs of his thoughts slowed down uncontrollably.

He looked at Rosago intently, observing every detail of the other party.

Finally, he saw a figure appear in each of Rosago's eyes, a figure composed of light blonde hair, blue eyes, pale face and dark Gothic court dress!

At this time, the woman was still behind Rosago, near the bay window, walking towards this side in a jerky manner, like a puppet being controlled by someone.

He hasn't really controlled her yet... She's still trying to resist and struggle... They're constantly fighting in the mysterious realm... I need to do something... to change the balance... Klein shifted his attention to the "Filthy Words" spell in his left hand. The cool and slippery feeling was full of evil.

He was very glad that he never let his guard down and always remained ready to fight at any time.

You can only hurt yourself and others! Klein gathered his strength and struggled to speak.

His vocal cords seemed to have rotted away and it was so difficult for his throat to move.

He recited the ancient Hermetic word hoarsely and with some interruptions:

"filthy!"

As the sound echoed back into his body, Klein felt a corrosive pain in the palm of his left hand, and heard layers of illusory, crazy mutterings in his ears.

This was a state he was familiar with and did not affect his next attempt.

The attempt was to infuse most of the spiritual power into the "dirty words" spell, which did not require any physical movements.

Three seconds later, the voice of the "True Creator" will descend into the material world and penetrate into the ears of the creature closest to Him!

“3!”

Like a prelude, noisy, illusory, evil mutterings spread instantly. Klein's scalp was numb, his mind was buzzing, and he could only feel his blood vessels beating constantly. He could no longer concentrate.

Rosago, who was only separated from him by a coffee table, suddenly looked dazed, his face puffed up and down, and the figure of the woman in his eyes suddenly became clear.

“2!”

The pale woman in a black court dress behind him quickened her movements, but immediately frowned and revealed a look of pain.

At this moment, Klein felt the influence weaken as he wished, regained his smooth thoughts, and discovered that his joints were refilled with "lubricant"!

Having experienced the test of delirium for a long time, he endured the madness and pain, and threw the "dirty words" talisman in his left palm towards Rosago on the opposite side.

“1!”

The iron-black talisman with many symbolic symbols and evil patterns melted. Rosago had just regained some composure and tried to rush to the side when he saw thick darkness and heard a muttering that contained a lot of knowledge and extreme madness.

No human could describe this sound specifically. All the blood vessels in Rosago's head bulged as if they were about to explode.

He rolled to the ground, twisting and struggling, his skin cracking inch by inch, revealing the flesh and blood underneath.

At the same time, Klein and the lady with light gold hair and blue eyes, who did not hear the voice of the True Creator directly, also fell down unable to bear it. They screamed in pain, as if someone had inserted an iron rod into their temples.

Their eyes suddenly became bloodshot, leaving bright red spots on the tips of their noses. They could neither see nor feel the outside world.

Klein, who was experienced, recovered first. He staggered and struggled to stand up. He saw Rosago tearing his clothes to shreds, peeling off his skin, exposing all his flesh and blood and meridians.

He was like the skinned red monster in the legend, rolling and groaning in pain, and seemed about to lose control.

Klein didn't wait for the result to appear, because he couldn't bear the possibility that the other party would gain benefits and become a devout believer of the "True Creator".

He believed that the evil god must be furious with him.

Pulling out the revolver and adjusting the trigger, Klein took two steps forward, walked around the coffee table, and put the muzzle of the gun against Rosago's head.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Wearing a black double-breasted frock coat, he stared at the enemy and fired five shots in succession. He watched the enemy's head swell and tilt back, and then watched the enemy's head explode, with red, white and black splattered all over the ground.

Captain, thank you for your demonstration before... Klein lowered his revolver, took a deep breath, and smiled.

In front of him, Rosago's headless body shook and fell back next to the sofa.

It was not until this time that the woman in the black Gothic court dress slowly stopped screaming, and her rolling and struggling movements also slowed down, but her skin seemed to have become a lot more transparent.

Seeing that the flesh on Rosago's body was still squirming, Klein took out his homemade "Requiem Charm" without hesitation.

In the feeling of peace and tranquility, the body finally came to a stop.

Seeing this scene, Klein changed his mind and took out another spell, reciting in a low voice:

"Scarlet!"

Then, he infused some spirituality into it and threw the talisman to his bodyguard, to the woman with light golden hair and a pale face.

The power that could make people fall asleep spread out, and the woman, who was still weak and had not yet gotten rid of the aftereffects of the sound, suddenly became quiet and fell asleep.

Klein cast another Sleeping Spell with some reassurance, fearing that the other party would disturb his next attempt.

Number 15 Minsk Street returned to its nightly tranquility. This time nothing was broken, but the ground was contaminated because the three-party contest was strange and secretive.

After looking at Rosago's body and the sleeping bodyguard, Klein laughed at himself:

"There are benefits to committing suicide frequently. At least you can gain a certain immunity."

He did not quickly attempt the spiritualist ritual, because at this time Rosago was contaminated by the "True Creator", and directly communicating with the spirits would be tantamount to suicide.

But this doesn't mean that Klein has no other options. He plans to go above the gray fog to communicate with the spirits and take Rosago with him!

With his current spiritual level, even with the reinforcement of Azik's copper whistle, he cannot move a portable camera, let alone a corpse that is several times heavier. However, spiritual communication is not about communicating with corpses, but with the other party's remaining spirit!

Klein took out the candles and quickly set up the ritual. He summoned himself, responded to himself, and transformed into a special spirit.

After turning into a spirit, he saw the vague remaining spirituality of Rosago and found that the physical condition of his bodyguard was a little strange, quite similar to his current state, but also very different.

Klein didn't waste time thinking. He carried the Azik copper whistle, wrapped up the remaining spirituality of Rosago, and entered the gray fog.

After materializing the corresponding ritual items and setting up a simple altar, Klein quickly performed the spiritual ceremony.

During this process, he was shocked to find that he no longer needed to pray to anyone, he could communicate with spirits directly, just like a real "psychic"!

Huh... Is this my special privilege in the mysterious space above the gray fog? Klein's mind flashed, and he recited the divination sentence:

"The potion formula for the 'Fortune Seer' route."