After staring at Mr. X’s corpse for a while, Klein held back the urge to personally dig through his pockets for spoils of war. He made Wraith Senor take two steps and retrieve the ruby ring.
This way, even if Mr. X carried an item with unimaginable negative effects, it would be endured by the marionette and not affect himself.
After some careful inspecting, Senor held the ruby ring, 48 pounds in cash, and an ordinary pipe filled with tobacco and walked back.
Soon, he recovered his calm and used his reasoning to convince himself that such a situation was very reasonable.
With this in mind, Klein nodded gently. He made Senor carry Mr. X’s cracked and sticky head, possess him, and return above the gray fog.
Sitting behind The Fool’s seat, he was no longer afraid of anything. He directly took the ruby ring and used the method of divination in order to determine the actual effects of the mystical item.
He then began probing the Flower of Blood’s negative effects.
Nearly a minute later, Klein opened his eyes and left the dream.
With dream divination, he had interpreted the Flower of Blood’s negative effects. It involved randomly making the wearer lose all rationale and the ability to think.
A negative effect that was completely random meant that the Flower of Blood had no way to be used!
At that moment, he caught sight of Admiral of Blood Senor who was standing beside him through the corner of his eye.
Klein’s heart stirred as he clapped.
A few seconds later, a delighted Klein made Senor pick up the ruby ring and wear it on his left index finger.
After doing this, Klein made the Wraith return to the gold coin before he raised his left palm and spread his fingers.
He wanted to release the Interrogator from Creeping Hunger!
This was a promise he had made a long time ago.
This was the last Spirit Body that had been Grazed when he received Creeping Hunger. It was time to set it free.
Amidst an indistinct cold wind, a blurry soul appeared by the side of the bronze table.
He was a man in a navy uniform. He was in his thirties and had the rank of commander. He had brown whiskers on his painful and dazed face.
“What’s your name? How did Qilangos kill you?” Klein asked in a deep voice.
The man jolted from his reverie and answered, “My name is Andy Haydn. The second mate of the Enmat. I died at a battle at sea, no—I didn’t die immediately. I was captured by a Feysacian before I entered that glove of yours…
“I do not know of a Qilangos, much less heard of him.”
Andy Haydn thought seriously and said, “I don’t know his name. I only remember his epaulet was that of a captain. I remember that he had a big, impressionable nose. I remember his eyes were blue, and his hair was close to blond. He was almost two meters tall…”
Andy Haydn’s figure slowly dissipated away, and finally, it said, “1338…”
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“…Please inform Miss Magician that Mr. X, Lewis Wien, is dead. Please get her to take receipt of the item and the spellbook… I’ll request it from her when I need it again…”
An endless gray fog filled Fors’s eyes as The World Gehrman Sparrow’s words emotionlessly rang in her ears. Although she was already prepared for this piece of news, she still found it unbelievable and unacceptable.
Before long, the candlelight and spirituality items created an illusory door. Two items flew out and landed gently on the table.
When Fors took a careful look, she nearly screamed as she hurriedly covered her mouth. She took two steps back and kept close to the wall of spirituality.
One of the two items was her Leymano’s Travels, while the other item was a hideous head covered in cracks. It was stained with blood as if they had pieced together, as it seemed to shimmer with what appeared like reflected light on glass.
As a graduate of med school, and having worked as a doctor at a well-known clinic, Fors had seen her fair share of corpses but never had she seen such a disgusting, creepy, and terrifying head.
After composing herself, Fors looked at the head again, identifying it to be Lewis Wien’s.
At this moment, Fors couldn’t help have a scene surface in her mind.
It was of the cold Gehrman Sparrow sitting in front of a table, piecing together the bloody head fragments together, as though seriously putting a jigsaw puzzle together.
This made Fors involuntarily shiver. She had an inexplicable feeling that The World was a psychotic killer with a serious mental illness.
Moving her gaze away, she took two steps forward and picked up Leymano’s Travels and casually flipped through it.
Her gaze gradually froze because there were more spells in the spellbook, most of them seemingly related to wind and lightning.
This made her recall the lightning storm that quickly passed in East Borough. She was convinced that it was created by Mr. World.
Fors hurriedly flipped to the three charred-yellow pages in Leymano’s Travels and found them blank.
She immediately had a guess, believing that The World Gehrman Sparrow had likely gained Mr. Fool’s help to record Beyonder powers at the demigod level.
“…I’m very sorry that my payment isn’t proportionate to the difficulty of the mission. After I receive a reward, I’ll provide compensation.”
After the prayer, Fors ended the ritual and hurriedly hid the head.
…
When Fors replied, Klein had already returned to the real world. All he heard was a vague female’s voice.
But even so, he couldn’t help the fear and horror he felt. This was because Death Knell had given him an additional weakness: the fear of women!
