After staring at the goats and rabbits in silence for more than ten seconds, Klein closed his eyes and flicked his index and middle fingers on his right hand, as if he was pressing invisible piano keys.

Almost one-third of the secret dolls suddenly fell down and lost the feeling of being alive.

Klein's expression suddenly became distorted, as if he had been slashed thirty-three times with a giant sword.

The familiar and extreme pain ravaged his spirit, causing faint light-colored granulations to appear on his body surface. Each granulation seemed to be brewing a transparent worm.

This was the backlash from killing thirty-three "Spirit Insects".

After nearly a quarter of an hour of easing, Klein began his second attempt to kill the other third of the marionettes.

The same pain, the same rest, and the same operation were repeated again and again, and Klein finally completely got rid of this group of cursed puppets.

He couldn't solve it all at once, because the damage caused by the simultaneous death of a hundred "Spirit Bugs" was enough to make him close to losing control, and being cursed meant that he couldn't solve the problem directly through the recycling feature.

Of course, this is the level that an "ancient scholar" who has just been promoted should have, not the performance of an "ancient scholar" who is about to digest the potion.

In fact, if Klein lost a hundred "Spirit Bugs" at once, his pain would only increase, but he would not show any signs of losing control, and it would not affect the battle. He was just acting, making his performance fit the corresponding position.

——At his level, he would have to lose more than half of his “Spirit Bugs” at the same time to get out of control.

After he completely digested the "Ancient Scholar" potion, he would be able to recover from the death of nearly five hundred "Spirit Bugs" at a time. Even if the corresponding extraordinary characteristics were all lost and did not return, he would not drop in status and level, and could restore his strength bit by bit by absorbing the "Fortune Teller" extraordinary characteristics.

After completing this task, Klein, who had calmed down, walked out of the half-collapsed tower-top building and went into the darkness outside to bring back a few white rabbits and a goat.

Only now did he realize that the darkness in the God-forsaken Land was not as dangerous as the little "Sun" had described, and most of the monsters were so weak.

No, to be precise, the danger hidden in the depths of darkness, except for the ability to make people evaporate out of thin air, is nothing compared to the guy named Amon next to me... Klein glanced at the thin man sitting near the leather lantern, smiling at his busy work. He summoned boiling water and other things from the gaps in history, squatted down, and carefully processed the fur, flesh and blood of the white rabbit and goat.

After a busy period, Klein built a bonfire, set up a historical grill, put a white rabbit on it, brushed it with basil, fennel, fine salt and other ingredients from the seasoning kit, and kept turning it over.

At this point, the historical delicacies he had eaten before had long since disappeared due to lack of maintenance, and both his body and soul were craving for replenishment.

A tempting aroma gradually spread out, and Amon sniffed his nose slightly and said:

"Do you really want to eat?"

Without waiting for Klein to answer, the "God of Mischief" continued:

"Their essence is the flesh and blood of monsters and your 'Spirit Worm'. Are you sure you want to eat it?"

“The transformation curse at the angel level cannot be lifted without an opponent of the same level or the correct method. If something looks like a rabbit, smells like a rabbit, and tastes like a rabbit, then it is a rabbit.” Klein laughed at himself as he prepared the roasted rabbit carefully. “Besides, if I want to escape from you, how can I not be in the best condition? For this slim hope, I can only challenge my own mental endurance.”

This is called bearing humiliation and bearing heavy burdens! Klein added silently in his mind.

At the same time, he lamented the transformation curse of the "ancient evil".

This is countless times stronger than the similar curse of Sequence 3 "Silent Disciple"!

There is almost no upper limit to the duration of the spell... After ordinary animals become my puppets, they can use all my extraordinary abilities through the "Spirit Worm", but puppets that are cursed with transformation cannot... This is the curse of an angel... In addition to fighting against opponents of the same level, you can also try to remove it with the right method. No curse is absolutely unsolvable. They all have loopholes... Haha, kiss this rabbit and it will turn back into Gehrman Sparrow? Klein adjusted his mental state half in self-mockery and half in analysis.

After hearing his answer, Amon, who was wearing a monocle, smiled and nodded:

"very good.

“This is indeed the awareness we should have.”

Klein did not respond and continued with his barbecue business.

Before long, with the help of his "fire manipulation" ability, he roasted a rabbit and a leg of lamb. While the spices were still there, he drank the sweet iced tea summoned from the cracks in history. The spice lingered in his mouth and made him feel relaxed. This effectively relieved the depression, despair and hesitation caused by being "kidnapped" by Amon.

During this process, Klein occasionally thought of the disgusting appearance of those monsters and the fact that the "Spirit Worm" was equal to himself, but he controlled his feelings well.

After filling his stomach and restoring his energy, Klein turned the remaining ingredients beside the fire into dry food, pretending to be storing food for the next journey.

Watching him slowly but methodically making various preparations, Amon suddenly pushed down his monocle and asked with a slightly raised corner of his mouth:

"Actually, you're stalling for time, trying to prolong the journey to your real destination, right?"

Klein's hands paused for a moment before returning to normal. He smiled and said,

“Yeah, I’m waiting for help.

"Who do you think it could be?"

Amon did not answer directly, but smiled and said:

“I’m looking forward to it.”

…Klein continued to work until he had prepared enough dry food for three or four meals.

He thought about it, and in front of Amon, he reached into the void again. He failed again and again, and tried again and again, not knowing what he was trying to summon. It seemed as if his actions were asking whether he had the courage to steal.

Amon looked at it for a few seconds, smiled and shook his head, then slowly stood up and walked to the outside of the half-collapsed tower-top building.

Klein's right hand stopped in mid-air, then he retracted it and pinched his forehead.

He whispered to himself in confusion:

"What was I trying to do just now..."

In his recollection, Klein stood up, took the packed dry food, held a leather lantern, and walked to the side and behind Amon.

One man and one angel went around the hill and entered a valley.

The water here was flowing with a gurgling sound, but when the dim light of the lamp shone over there, and when the lightning in the sky illuminated the area, Klein found that there was no water in the riverbed at all, and the sound he had just heard disappeared.

“A river that has been turned into a secret state?” After thinking for a moment, Klein asked Amon the question without hesitation.

“Yes, it will only appear in the lightless darkness.” Amon nodded slightly and answered indifferently.

“Can I drink it?” Klein asked.

Amon smiled and said:

“Yes, this was once one of the water sources of a city-state that persisted in darkness for 1,600 years. As long as the water can be taken away from the riverbed, they can appear in the light.

“Are you going to suggest next that I wait with my lantern to the side, rehydrating myself in the lightless darkness?

"Then, take this opportunity to transform into a secret state?"

Klein smiled awkwardly:

"How could I possibly use such a simple and easy method?"

Amon laughed when he heard this, stroked his monocle and said:

"Sometimes, the simplest plans are the most effective. You can give it a try."

Klein didn't dare to believe or disbelieve the top fraudster's words, fearing that the other party was saying the opposite of what he meant.

He could only put the matter of water aside and asked:

"In the God-forsaken Land, how many human settlements are there that have not been destroyed like the City of Silver?"

Amon stared ahead, his expression unchanged as he said:

“I know of no more than ten.

"In this regard, Silver City is lucky. At least it can see and has the ability to touch the dawn."

This means that Silver City is close enough to the gate of the God-forsaken Land of the Giant King's Court, and can reach it without risking one's life. However, no matter how hard other city-states hold on in the darkness or how many exploration teams they send out, they are just struggling in vain and have no chance of finding an exit? Indeed, from this perspective, Silver is both unfortunate and lucky... It all depends on which side you are comparing yourself to... Klein carried a leather lantern and walked along the riverbank as he began to conceive of a second escape plan.

Amon walked beside him, occasionally providing him with some methods that seemed reliable but whose actual effects were unknown. He acted as if he had schizophrenia and was doing his best to destroy the main body's hope of obtaining the "Source Castle".

…………

In the Silver City on the other side of the Giant King's Court.

Derrick Berg accepted the Chief's call, holding the "No Dark Cross", came to the top of the round tower and entered a spacious room.

A mysterious and complex altar has been set up here, with different items placed in different positions. There are six items in total, all emitting a dangerous aura.

Derrick glanced around and saw an ordinary silver flute, a mask made of skulls, and the remains of a shapeshifter.

"You have the 'No Dark Cross'. You can stay here for a quarter of an hour, but no more than that, or you will die suddenly." Colin Iliad, wearing a linen shirt and a brown coat, warned Derrick.

Derrick was inspired and asked:

"Sir, is this because of the 'Dusk Mask'?"

His right hand simultaneously pointed at the mask made of skull.

"Yes." Colin nodded slightly, "I have prepared the remains of six powerful creatures. These are all hunted by me alone or as a main force."

Derrick suddenly understood:

"You still need the blessing of the gods?"

Colin fell silent for a moment, and after more than ten seconds he opened his mouth and said slowly:

"Yes."

After a period of hesitation and struggle, he finally chose "The Fool".

At least those mushrooms really brought hope to Silver City.

Derrick suppressed his joy, recalled the conversation at the Tarot Club, and asked a question with a little doubt:

"Why not let those two divine seals give blessings?"

He remembered that the gods, that is, the angels, could meet the needs of the ritual, and it was not necessary for a true god of Sequence 0 to provide the blessing. After all, the "Silver Knight" was only Sequence 3.

Colin was silent again, hesitated for a few seconds and said:

“They don’t give blessings.”