As soon as Klein’s fingers touched the black eye, he heard illusory sounds as a throbbing pain seared through his head.
But, at the same time, something strange appeared in his vision.
These were countless illusory black threads that spread out from Miss Bodyguard and his own body. They emanated from their bodies, out into the void towards some boundless distance.
This was a scene that would horrify people with trypophobia.
Klein suddenly gritted his teeth, unable to endure the corruptive feeling any longer as he placed the black eye into the iron cigarette case.
Everything restored to normal, and the negative side effects he suffered subsided.
Only then did Klein have the energy to make guesses.
Then, looking at Rosago’s headless body and the blood all over the floor, he said, with a slight headache, “Let’s clean up the scene.”
The pale blonde Miss Bodyguard floated to the side and calmly said, “Let me do it.”
Miss Bodyguard floated to Rosago’s side, crouched down, and went to lie down over the body.
She slowly sank in and fused with the corpse!
The fingers of Rosago’s body twitched twice, and the blood, brain matter, and fragments around it flowed backward, forming a new head at the neck.
However, the head was covered with countless cracks, just like a disgusting toy made from tiny fragments.
It was like glass that had been shattered but didn’t crumble immediately. There was still blood and brain matter flowing inside it, as well as the reflection of the bullet from the revolver.
Klein couldn’t help but take a step back, feeling that this was definitely one of the most terrifying forms in any ghost story.
Rosago’s corpse climbed to its feet, picked up the police cap, and half covered its face. The murder scene had been cleaned, leaving zero traces.
Incomparable professionalism! Klein marveled in his heart.
He watched as Miss Bodyguard steered the corpse to lumber to the door. He subconsciously warned her, “Don’t take a carriage or walk in brightly-lit places.”
Miss Bodyguard didn’t stop, completely ignoring his words.
Suddenly, Klein thought of something. He realized what he had overlooked as he quickly added, “On the way back, go to the Rice police station, Sergeant Faxine’s home, or search around Minsk Street for the clothes Rosago was originally wearing.”
Just as he was about to use his divination ability to help Miss Bodyguard find Rosago’s old clothes and return the missing uniform, Rosago’s corpse paused and replied in a rusty voice, “I know.”
The battle had lasted no more than a minute, nor had it been fierce enough to destroy anything, but the ferocity and danger of it had been second only to what he had experienced when facing Megose and the baby in her womb.
Even with the powerful Miss Bodyguard and the Language of Foulness, he had almost fallen under Rosago’s control and killed without being able to put up a resistance.
As Klein recalled the past, he raised his hand to pinch his forehead. He turned to think about something more important.
With nothing to do, Klein fished out a coin and, with recited with a suppressed tone, “Bakerland is already dead.”
…
The penny tumbled in the air and fell down into the palm of Klein’s hand, head facing up.
It meant a positive result!
Without Rosago’s interference, he believed that the result was correct!
He leaned back slowly on the sofa and looked out of the window at the faint crimson moon amid his fatigue and relief.
…
Inside the Intis Republic’s embassy, two military officials were squatting beside Bakerland’s body, examining the cause of his death.
Their partners and their superior had already gone out, chasing in a bid to capture the assassin. However, everyone knew that it was already too late. There was no hope left.
“There’s severe lung damage, suspected to be the result of a disease… An extremely strong fatal blow, one much stronger than all the Sequence 5 Beyonder attacks I’ve ever seen…” one of the military officials said in a low voice.
“Disease? On the floor and on the bed, there are obvious marks of flesh and blood magic on the ground and on the bed, but none on the wall. Besides, the commotion of the fight wasn’t transmitted outside. Finally, with the lethal blow having the characteristics of corruption and obliteration, there are at least four unconnected Beyonder powers…” Another military official stood up and began to describe the situation as if he was talking to himself.
He suddenly stopped and looked at the other military official. They said in unison, “Shepherd!”
After a few seconds of silence, the squatting military official frowned and said, “It might be a group with at least four different Beyonders…”
“Then, we’ll wait to be judged! It’s normal for us not to discover the infiltration of a single Rose Bishop, but how did the other three do it? It’s impossible!” The standing military official denied the guess as he hesitantly said, “However, I have heard of another Sequence that can create similar effects. I-I think it’s called Scribe. I don’t know what pathway it is, nor do I know which organization it belongs.”
The squatting military official nodded and said, “A Shepherd is the prime suspect. The Aurora Order are a bunch of lunatics. It’s nothing odd for them to do anything! Let’s begin investigating the identity of the woman that seduced the ambassador. Damn it. The Loen Kingdom definitely won’t permit our investigations!”
“Those Aurora Order bastards are lunatics who deserve to be f*cked by donkeys!” The standing military official shook his head in frustration.
They were bound to be punished for the ambassador’s assassination.
…
At 15 Minsk Street, Klein pretended as though nothing had happened. Putting up with his fatigue, he flipped through the papers.
After about twenty minutes, he suddenly saw Miss Bodyguard, in her black regal dress and long, pale blonde hair, appear in the oriel window.
“Is it done?” Klein subconsciously asked.
Miss Bodyguard nodded slightly without a word.
“I’ll pay you the remaining 900 pounds in two days. As you know, there’s a withdrawal limit.
“Or should I hand it over to Maric?”
The pale-faced lady opened and closed her mouth, her voice seemingly ethereal as it echoed in the air.
“Just give it to me.
“I promised to protect you for three days, not just once.”
“You don’t need to know.” Miss Bodyguard lifted her gothic regal dress, bowed slightly, and disappeared from the oriel window.
