After a brief moment of surprise, Emlyn couldn't help but look around, suspecting that "The World" was lurking nearby and was one of the few believers.

You know, he had never mentioned the "Nightmare Candle" in the Tarot Club. Bishop Utravsky rarely had conflicts with others and had hardly ever used any magical items. If Emlyn had not been psychologically hinted to come to the Harvest Church frequently and had not been reminded by Sherlock Moriarty and subsequently asked the bishop, he himself would not have known about the existence of the "Nightmare Candle".

At this moment, everyone looked like "the world" to Emlyn, whether it was the fat middle-aged man, the old lady in the gray headscarf, or the beautiful fashionable girl. In his eyes, they all had something in common with "the world".

No, I have to ask clearly. He actually knows so much about the situation around me... Even in front of Mr. Fool, there are some things I haven’t mentioned... Emlyn was really a little scared. He stood up and walked into the clergy lounge at the back. In the quiet and deserted environment, he responded:

“Dear Mr. Fool, I would like to talk directly to the World.”

In less than ten seconds, a tide of crimson light surged in front of Emlyn's eyes, drowning him.

Then, he found himself back above the gray fog, back in that majestic palace, back to the place that belonged to him.

And at the bottom of the mottled long table, the "world" with blurry figures is waiting.

Compared to the past, Emlyn has improved a lot. He was not in a hurry to talk to the World. He first bowed to Mr. Fool, who was sitting high up and watching leisurely. Then he looked at the target and said:

"How did you know I could get the 'Nightmare Candle'?"

Under Klein's control, The World laughed hoarsely:

"We may have met."

He didn't say too much, just pointed out the key points. As for whether the other party could guess the actual situation, that was his own problem.

Of course, Klein believed that Emlyn could not associate it with Sherlock Moriarty for the time being, after all, he lacked the necessary clues.

Emlyn's brows furrowed little by little. He suspected one person after another, but he couldn't be sure who was the "world".

“Believe me, I have no ill will towards the members of the Tarot Club.” Seeing that Emlyn had not spoken for a long time, The World added another sentence.

Oh, one day, I will be able to find you! Emlyn muttered to himself silently, then asked:

"What are you doing with the 'Nightmare Candle'? I must have a good reason to lend this magical item."

Klein restrained his right hand from rubbing his temple, silenced the World, and said:

"Treatment for my mental problems."

Treatment...mental problems...Emlyn couldn't help but shrink back, then straightened his back.

Looking at "World" again, the look in his eyes clearly said that he was indeed a dangerous lunatic.

"...'Nightmare Candle' does have this function." Emlyn thought for a moment, "I can only lend it to you for half a day. Is that okay?"

“Okay.” Klein endured the threats and pleas from the voice in his head and controlled the “world” to answer.

If the "Nightmare Candle" is effective, Klein can solve the problem within a quarter of an hour. If it doesn't work, it doesn't matter if he holds it for a few days or months. Therefore, the rental time is not the key, and he doesn't care about this requirement at all.

Emlyn calculated in his mind for two seconds and said:

"The rent is 300 pounds, and five pages of extraordinary abilities need to be recorded in 'Lemanno's Travel Notes'."

He distributed half of his burden.

Five pages... How many pages did this guy use... Klein complained inwardly while letting The World say:

"no problem."

After the deal was concluded, Emlyn immediately returned to the real world and walked out of the clergy lounge of the Harvest Church.

Emlyn looked at the half-giant Bishop Utravsky, who was standing beside the altar, waiting to communicate with the believers, and he suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Although he spoke confidently in front of the "world", in fact, he had never borrowed similar items from a priest before and had no idea what the other party's attitude would be.

His eyes wandered unconsciously, and Emlyn subconsciously looked around the small prayer hall.

I helped the priest and the church save many civilians infected with the plague, and have been teaching herbal knowledge to those who are willing to learn, so that the faith of the Earth Mother Goddess can be spread relatively well in this area. What's wrong with borrowing the "Heart Nightmare Candle" for a long time? Emlyn raised his chin, walked towards Bishop Utravsky, who needed to look up, and cleared his throat.

"I have a friend who has mental problems. I would like to borrow the 'Nightmare Candle'."

He did not mention his own contribution directly because his pride would not allow him to do so.

Father Utravsky looked down at Emlyn, who was wearing a priest's robe, and smiled gently:

"good."

...Is that all? Emlyn was stunned for a moment, unable to believe that the priest had agreed to this.

He did not accept it and could not help asking:

"Aren't you afraid I'll drop that candle?"

Bishop Utravsky replied with a smile:

“Every person and every object has its own end. They will return to the earth, buried deep in the soil, and sprout again, grow and bloom again, life after life.

"This is the fate of all things. If the 'Nightmare Candle' is lost, it means that the connection between me and it has come to an end. I must listen to fate and my mother's arrangements in my heart."

Whether the "Heart Nightmare Candle" is lost is its fate, and whether I will be beaten to death by you because of it is also my fate? Emlyn muttered in his heart, and without asking any more questions, he took the strange candle given by the half-giant priest.

Then, he left the Harvest Church on the pretext of treating his friend, found a random hotel, and arranged a sacrificial ceremony.

…………

Above the gray fog, Klein once again took the "Nightmare Candle".

This magical object seemed to have been burned for more than half, and it was wrapped in something like human skin, with several bumps protruding from it.

Its wick is very short, pitch black, and has fine scaly patterns.

Klein did not delay and did not give the secondary personality a chance to grow. He wanted to solve the problem completely while the secondary personality was weak. Otherwise, what awaited him would be an irreversible fate of being out of control. The environment of this mysterious space above the gray fog could completely block the negative impact of the internal battle between the two personalities on the body.

Huh... Klein exhaled slowly and stretched out his hand to summon the "Poseidon's Scepter".

At this moment, he did not do divination, because he could not be sure who the noun "I" would refer to, so the result would naturally be meaningless.

Bang!

Klein snapped his fingers and lit the "Nightmare Candle".

On the pitch-black candle wick, the light blue spiritual flame quietly emanated light, illuminating the palace that looked like a giant's residence.

Unconsciously, the environment changed. The cabinets, desks, coal stoves, bunk beds, and gas meters all came into Klein's sight. The crimson moonlight from outside the window shone silently in, making everything look like a veil.

This is the apartment room where the Moretti family previously lived!

This is where Klein Moretti shot himself!

At this time, a figure was sitting under the bunk bed, looking at Klein with a distorted expression as he carried the Scepter of Poseidon.

He has black hair, brown eyes, a thin build, ordinary facial features, deep features, and a distinct scholarly air, making him look like another "Klein".

This "Klein" showed an angry expression and said:

"You occupy my body, do you want to completely destroy my soul?

"I am Klein Moretti! You despicable and shameless time traveler and parasite!"

He seemed to have just grown up and was not yet able to make use of things in the outside world.

Klein did not respond. He walked over with a serious expression.

The expression of "Klein" slowly changed, and fear gradually filled his eyes.

He curled up and pleaded with a slight tremor:

"Let me go, let me go.

"You robbed my brother, robbed my sister, robbed my life, isn't that enough?

"I will stay quietly in your body, help you analyze the problem, give you advice, and will never compete with you for control.

"Please let me go, please let me go..."

Klein still didn't speak and raised his right hand holding the "Poseidon's Scepter".

That "Klein" had tears all over his face, and he shouted angrily and fearfully:

“I just wanted to remind you!

“If it wasn’t to remind you, why would I expose myself!

"Please let me go, please let me go...I have no ill intentions!"

Klein stared at the other party in silence, causing the blue gems on the Poseidon Scepter to light up one by one.

Lightning flashed instantly, twisting and tangling, enveloping that "Klein" like a storm.

Amidst the shrill screams, the figure quickly disappeared, with all traces wiped out by streaks of electric snakes.

“As expected of me… You know where the soft spot in my heart is, and you know how to beg most effectively… However, I have already recognized myself. I am Zhou Mingrui, who has merged Klein’s memory fragments and some of his emotions. If I let you go, it would be equivalent to separating the two and acknowledging the opposition. Then, as soon as I return to the real world, I will immediately lose control…” Klein put down the scepter, closed his eyes, and sighed softly.

Then, still remaining awake, he left this spiritual world.

PS: Update first and then modify, it will be normal tomorrow.