Part 2 the faceless man chapter 243 – playing the ghost
”Outside the Bravehearts, a hired carriage breezed past.
Inside the carriage, Klein, wearing a half-height silk bowler hat, and Sharon, still dressed in a black gothic court dress, sat opposite each other.
Looking at the pale face of the former bodyguard lady with little expression, Klein really had no way to exchange pleasantries, so he could only go straight to the point:
”I’m ready.”
Although the Sequence 6 “Faceless Man” only brought him one extraordinary ability, the ones he had before were also significantly improved, so his strength was greatly enhanced, and this was the best preparation.
The “Faceless Man’s” own ability, on some occasions and under certain circumstances, can be called a divine skill!
For example, when being hunted, for example, want to infiltrate …… Klein could not help but unfold in his heart.
Sharon listened quietly and spoke succinctly:
”Tonight?”
She trailed off with a slight uptick to indicate she was asking.
”If it’s okay with you, then it’s okay with me.” Klein responded early.
”Good.” Sharon nodded.
The scene was briefly quiet for a few seconds as Klein deliberated before asking again:
”Have you heard anything about mermaids? Any idea where to encounter this legendary creature?”
Sharon’s blue eyes watched Klein unblinkingly, as if transformed into a real mannequin.
After an interval, she said without emotional ups and downs:
”There are no more mermaids where human tracks can reach.
”Only the fishermen of the Galgas Islands occasionally hear the songs of mermaids in the storms on their voyages to hunt beluga whales.”
Located deep in the Sunia Sea, the Galgas Islands are the furthest point of human colonization on this ocean, featuring whale oil, whale meat, and other products.
I don’t know if this rumor is true or not …… Klein nodded gently:
”I see.”
……
The bells of the night swung away quietly, as if from an extremely distant place.
There was an abandoned chapel in the middle of Williams Street, withered vines crawling over the walls and gray stones falling everywhere.
Inside the chapel, feces and debris mingle with piles of rocks and dead grass.
In the half-collapsed corner, a middle-aged man in tight black clothing moved away the stones that hid the hole, carrying digging tools, lighting implements, and earth-carrying baskets and pockets, and carefully yet exuberantly burrowed into the tunnel.
With gray sideburns and puffy eyes, he was none other than Raft Pound from Baron, the hidden descendant of the Quaternary Tudor family, who was considered mentally ill by outsiders.
This fop, who was always tangled up with high-class call girls, had a solemn expression and glowing eyes at this time, and showed absolutely no signs of indulgence in alcohol.
With his elbows on the ground, he crawled quickly down the slope, as if the end of the tunnel held the greatest and only hope of his life.
It wasn’t long before he touched the damp dirt and cold stone ahead of him.
This did not quench Raft Pond’s enthusiasm, and he repeated the maneuvers that he had become so skilled at for some time.
Digging, carrying, transporting, suddenly a dark, subterranean palace appeared as a void ahead of him.
Raft Pound’s expression was suddenly excited to the point of insanity, and he jerked forward, grasping and ingesting a black iron coat of arms.
Above that coat of arms was a hand holding a scepter, and looking at it, Raft Pound’s eyes glowed as if they were on fire.
He had just put the black iron crest on his chest when everything before him had shattered with a crash, and he was still within the narrow, irregular tunnels, with the damp dirt and cold stone still in front of him.
No, in addition, there was another person there quietly “watching” him.
There were no eyes, no nose, no mouth, no eyebrows, no ears!
Raft Pound’s pupils shrank, and he felt a paralyzing sensation rising from the waist down, along his spine, and straight to the back of his head.
Without even thinking about it, he instantly dropped all of his artifacts and frantically retreated backwards.
His elbows snapped against the ground, hitting the ground in a bloody mess, but he couldn’t feel a single bit of pain.
Finally, Raft Pound left the tunnel and returned inside the abandoned chapel.
Because of the loss of his lamp, he could only see deep darkness and a dull “scarlet” around the edges.
Suddenly, the withered vines that climbed the walls shook like snakes, and a figure stepped out of the darkness.
She wore a gothic court dress, a small black fedora, a face so pale it was almost transparent, and inhumanly pale blonde hair and blue eyes.
Raft Pound nearly shouted that the appearance of such a woman in such surroundings was no different from the ghost stories of folklore!
Da, da, da!
He retreated several steps and nearly tripped over a rock.
Just then, he seemed to remember something, and at once suppressed his fear, revealing an expression of apprehension intertwined with hope, and excitement coexisting with anticipation:
”You, you’re that evil spirit within the underground palace?
”Yes, it must be you!”
From His Excellency the Baron, you seem to have misunderstood something …… The “Faceless Man” Klein drilled out from within the tunnels and stood quietly in the shadows.
He and Sharon’s plan was to scare Raft Pound away by playing God, so that he wouldn’t dare to come back to spy on the underground ruins, but the other party’s reaction was a bit out of their expectation.
Sharon stood still for a second and asked as if by default:
”What do you want to say?”
Raft Pound quietly exhaled and sketched the corners of his mouth, saying:
”After so many years of trying, I think you should have realized that regicide of the descendants of the Tudor family will not help you lift the seal.
”Only by cooperating with me, who bleeds the great bloodline of Tudor, can you hope to get out of the predicament that has lasted for more than two thousand years.”
The Tudor family knew of the presence of the evil spirit, yet they died in that room anyway …… Klein frowned in confusion and grabbed Sharon before she could speak, pulling up his voice and mimicking the other man s disembodied, ethereal voice:
”Why didn’t you come until today?”
This was an offshoot of the Faceless Man’s extraordinary ability to mimic a target’s voice, which could be reproduced as soon as it was heard!
Of course, Klein believed that he could not repeat the ravings of the “Real Creator” and Mr. Door’s cry for help, and this extraordinary ability was currently limited to the realm of ordinary people.
Sharon gave him a covert sideways glance that did not reveal it.
Raft Pond, unnoticed, chuckled:
”Because the ‘Black Emperor’ has appeared.
”Fate tells me that the glory of the ‘Blood Emperor’ is about to reappear!”
Was there any logical relationship here? Klein inexplicably felt that today’s Raft Pound was even more of a lunatic than before.
He once again asked in Sharon’s voice:
”The Black Emperor?”
”Haha.” Raft Pound let out a laugh, “Yes, the chivalrous ‘Black Emperor’, he must be closely related to the real ‘Black Emperor’!”
Why didn’t I know that? Klein was amused for a moment.
He thought about it and stopped talking, giving up the right to ask questions.
And Sharon, for some reason, also remained silent.
Seeing this, Raft Pound’s heart rejoiced, and he hurriedly pursued the question:
”So, your answer is?”
”I refuse.” Sharon responded without a trace of emotion.
Raft suppressed his anxiousness and tried to persuade the other party again.
Just then, his eyes glazed over suddenly and he took a few violent steps to the side, coming to a stone wall that was still intact.
This …… Klein and Sharon simultaneously sensed the abnormality, and each responded, one of them drawing his revolver and aiming at Raft Pound, and the other letting the ruined chapel be sprinkled with scarlet moonlight.
Without even looking at them, Raft Pound faced the stone wall, and, with a great effort at the waist and back, heaved his head up.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
He hit it three times in a row and fainted with a bleeding forehead.
Immediately afterward, he climbed back up, his eyes already full of blood for some reason.
Raft Pound raised his right hand and wiped his forehead, leaving his palm full of blood.
He stuck out his tongue and licked the scarlet liquid, saying in a mesmerized manner:
”The blood of Tudor, it’s so delicious, it’s almost intoxicating.
”It will maximize my abhorrence over the limit and help me expand the boundaries of the seal briefly.”
Klein asked, slightly stunned, as his muzzle aimed at the other man:
”Evil spirits within the ruins?”
Raft Pond had a wisp of blood sliding across his face, and smiled rather horribly:
”You guessed correctly.
”I judged you to be weak before, and wanted to pollute your spirit, enter your dreams, and compel you to rescue me, who knew, huh, you are also a person with secrets.”
Don t say it so directly …… Klein subconsciously glanced at Sharon and realized that she had no abnormalities.
”What do you want to do?” Klein asked directly in return.
The evil spirit sighed:
”I’m just an innocent who was brutalized due to the ambitions of Arista Tudor, and because of the constraints of the corpse, I’ve been trapped in that underground relic for close to or more than two thousand years.
”I want you to help me out of my predicament, so that I can become a free spirit, and I swear that I will not go against innocents.”
With that said, he looked at Sharon with bloodshot eyes:
”You should be a ‘Grieving Spirit’ of the Fae Pathway, the next step is the key point to become a Demigod, I don’t know if you have the magic potion formula for ‘Puppet’, but I can help you obtain it, and even become an integral part of your rituals , and this is the reward I promised.”
”Puppet”, Sequence 4 of the Fae Pathway is called “Puppet”? Strange name …… Klein grunted inwardly.
The evil spirit turned to look at him:
”You are likewise rewarded.
”It was an item sufficiently magical and precious that, because of some attraction, its bearer came to the underground palace and died beside the descendants of Tudor.
”This is what it looks like.”
As he spoke, the Evil Spirit spread out his palm and allowed the scarlet moonlight to condense into a picture.
Within the image, there was a normal-sized tarot card with an image that was very different from the other kinds, and the one sitting in the chariot was not a king, but a male priest in crimson robes.
The priest’s likeness was just like Rossel Gustav!
This …… blasphemous sign! Klein’s gaze instantly shifted and saw the starburst in the upper left corner condense into a line of text:
”Sequence 0: Red Priest!”