Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 37 – A wealth of death-defying experience

　　”Okay.” Klein nodded solemnly.

　　Sheriff Farthing stroked his own short hair and said:

　　”There are some other arrangements, so I’ll explain them to you in detail and you can make your own decision.”

　　His gaze went to the parlor area.

　　Crane made a nonchalant gesture of invitation and watched as Sheriff Farthing closed the door and entered, walked over to the couch, and sat down.

　　”What’s the arrangement?” Klein hadn’t taken off his jacket, both hands still in his coat pockets.

　　Farthing’s body leaned forward slightly and he crossed his arms:

　　”You should know very well that you have messed with that ambassador, and tonight or tomorrow will be your most dangerous phase.”

　　”The people above have given you three choices, one is to go to the Church of the Holy Wind for two days, I know you are a believer of the God of Steam and Mechanics, but the Church of St. Sylvan is too far away, and it’s easy to get into trouble on the way.”

　　Klein nodded his head imperceptibly and waited for the other party to give the second choice.

　　Suddenly, his vision blurred and his head went numb, only to feel what looked like extra thick layers of glass around him.

　　He saw the opening and closing of Sheriff Farthing’s mouth become slow, and realized that his own thoughts were gradually stagnating.

　　The feeling was so familiar that Klein immediately thought of the Antigonus family puppet, seal “2-049”!

　　At that time, he was repeatedly affected by a similar effect, but was awakened by the captain Dunn Smith and others, in order to allow others to detect the abnormalities in time, they have been doing the action of flexing and extending the arm!

　　The Antigonus family is in possession of the “Diviner” pathway …… This man’s abilities are similar to those of the Antigonus family’s puppets …… He is the middle sequence of the “Diviner” pathway! The “soothsayer” pathway in the middle of the sequence …… really is him …… Klein instantly realized, but this time there is no Dunn Smith to wake him up.

　　The muscles of Sheriff Farthing’s face began to wriggle strangely, and he quickly transformed into a dark-haired, blue-eyed gentleman with a handsome face and faint traces of a beard.

　　He said with a smiling expression:

　　”Just give me time, this is one of the hardest abilities to deal with below the High Sequence.”

　　As he spoke, Klein saw the woman in the black court dress emerge from the glass of the convex belly window.

　　She stepped out of the glass with a stiff, sluggish, lurch, her light blonde hair, delicate features, and pale face making her less like a living person and more like a mannequin.

　　”I didn’t think you could hire such a powerful bodyguard, if I hadn’t divined the problem ahead of time, perhaps I would have died here, what exactly did you pay in payment? By the way, my name is Rosago.” Rosago didn’t turn around and smiled at Klein, but didn’t have the luxury of expecting the other man, who was under his own control, to be able to speak fluently enough to answer.

　　At that moment, he suddenly felt a cold, cool breeze blowing at his neck, causing his hairs to stand on end and bumps to protrude.

　　There seemed to be an invisible person behind him who was breathing on his neck!

　　Rosago let out a laugh, raised his left hand, and snapped his fingers.

　　Snap!

　　Flames suddenly rose behind him, and a transparent apparition blazed up, quickly turning into ashes.

　　In Klein’s line of sight, all of these movements broke down into a single frame.

　　It wasn’t that the other man was becoming slow, but that his thoughts were becoming more and more stagnant.

　　He has control over me …… Why don t he just …… finish me off …… Do all villains love to chat …… No. He’s not stupid …… He’s hiding something with the chatter …… Klein tried his best to think, to find the problem, but the ebb and flow of thoughts slowed inexorably.

　　He looked intently at Rosago, observing every nuance of the other man.

　　Finally, he saw a figure emerge from each of Rosago’s eyes, a figure of pale blonde hair, azure eyes, pale face, and deep black gothic court dress together!

　　And by this time, the woman was still behind Rosago, still near the convex belly window, coming this way with a lurch, as if she were being manipulated as a puppet.

　　He hadn’t really gotten a hold of her yet …… She was still trying to resist and struggle …… They were in a constant tug of war in the mystical realm …… I need to do a little something …… Let the scales change …… Klein shifted his attention to the Tainted Words spell in his left hand, the cold, slippery feeling of it was sinister.

　　He was glad that he hadn’t let his guard down, and had kept himself in a state of readiness to fight.

　　He could only hurt himself! Klein gathered his strength and struggled to speak.

　　His vocal cords seemed to have rotted, his throat wriggled so hard.

　　Hoarsely and slightly intermittently he recited the ancient Hermetic word:

　　”Filth!”

　　As the sound echoed, Klein felt a corrosive pain in the palm of his left hand, and heard a maddening murmur of illusory layers in his ears.

　　It was a state he was familiar with, and did not interfere with his next attempt.

　　That attempt was to infuse the majority of his spirituality into the “Filthy Words” spell, which did not require any physical action.

　　Three seconds later, the voice of the “True Creator” would descend into the material world, drilling into the ears of the nearest being!

　　”Three!”

　　The prelude to the cacophonous, illusory, evil murmur spread instantly, and Klein’s scalp tingled, his mind buzzed, his veins throbbed, and his thoughts were no longer able to focus.

　　Rosago, who was only a coffee table away from him, suddenly had a trance-like expression, his face bulging, the figure of the woman within his eyes steeply clearing.

　　”2!”

　　The pale woman in the black court dress behind him moved faster for a moment, but then she frowned and showed a pained expression.

　　At that moment, Klein felt the effects diminish as he had hoped, regained his smooth thoughts, and found his joints refilled with “lubricant”!

　　The long-tested ravings endured the madness, endured the pain, and threw the “Filthy Words” spell in his left palm, throwing it at the opposite side of the Rossago.

　　”1!”

　　The iron-black spell with its many symbols and sinister patterns melted away, and Rossago had just regained some form and tried to lunge to the side when he saw a thick darkness and heard a murmur of knowledge and extreme madness.

　　No human could specifically portray the sound, and all the veins in Rosago’s head bulged as if to explode.

　　He tumbled to the ground, twisting and struggling, his skin cracking open inch by inch, revealing the flesh and blood inside.

　　At the same time, Klein, who did not directly hear the voice of the “True Creator”, and the lady with the light blonde hair and blue eyes, also fell down in an unbearable state, and each of them let out screams of pain, as if they were being pushed into their temples with iron bars.

　　Their eyes filled with blood, and a bright red liquid flowed from the end of their noses, so that they could neither see nor feel the outside world.

　　The similarly experienced Klein was the first to recover, staggering and struggling to his feet, and saw Rosago tear the clothing from his body, stripping off his outer skin and exposing all of his flesh, blood, and meridians.

　　He looked like the flayed red monster of legend, rolling over and over and grunting in pain as he seemed about to lose control.

　　Klein didn’t wait for the outcome, because he couldn’t afford the possibility of the other side getting the benefit of the doubt and becoming a devout follower of the “True Creator”.

　　He was sure the evil god was furious with himself.

　　Drawing his revolver and adjusting the firing mechanism, Kraven took two steps forward, circled around the coffee table, and placed the muzzle of the gun against Rosago’s head.

　　Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

　　Wearing a long black double-breasted tuxedo, he gazed at his enemy and fired five shots in a row, watching his opponent’s head expand and tilt back, watching his head explode, spilling red, white, and black all over the floor.

　　Captain, thank you for your previous demonstration …… Klein dropped his revolver, gasping for air, a smile on his face.

　　In front of him, Rosago’s headless body shook and fell backward next to the couch.

　　Until this time, the woman wearing a black gothic court dress slowly stopped screaming, and the rolling and struggling movements also slowed down, but her skin seemed to be much more transparent.

　　Seeing that the flesh and blood on Rosago’s body was still writhing, Klein did not hesitate to take out his homemade “Soul Restoration Charm” and use it.

　　With a feeling of calm and serenity, the corpse finally came to a standstill.

　　Witnessing such a scene, Klein took out another spell and chanted in a low voice:

　　”Crimson!”

　　Then, he infused some spirituality and threw this talisman at his bodyguard, at the woman with pale blonde hair and pale face.

　　The power to make people fall asleep swept out, and the woman, who was still in a weakened state from the after-effects, instantly became quiet and fell asleep.

　　Klein was not too worried to add another “sleep spell”, fearing that the other party would disturb his next attempt.

　　The peace of the night returned to 15 Minsk Street, this time nothing was broken, only the ground was contaminated, because of the three-way fight is strange and secretive.

　　Glancing at Rosago’s body and then at the dormant bodyguard, Klein scoffed to himself:

　　”It pays to die often, at least you gain some immunity.”

　　He didn’t try the psychic ritual quickly, because at this time, Rosago was contaminated by the “real Creator”, direct psychic is equivalent to suicide.

　　But that didn’t mean that Klein didn’t have a solution, he planned to go above the gray mist to channel his spirit, taking Rosago with him!

　　With his current level of spirituality, even with the reinforcement of the Aztec copper whistle, he could not move a portable camera, let alone a corpse that was several times heavier, but the psychic is not about the corpse, it is about the other party’s residual spirituality!

　　Klein took out a candle and quickly set up the ritual, summoning himself and responding to himself, transforming into a special spirit body.

　　After transforming into a spirit body, he saw the vague and vaguely remaining spirituality of Rosago, and realized that there was something strange about his bodyguard lady’s physical state, which was quite close to his current one, but very different.

　　Without wasting time to think, Klein carried the Aztec Copper Whistle, wrapped it around Rosago’s residual spirituality, and entered above the gray mist.

　　After manifesting the appropriate ritual items and setting up a simple altar, Klein quickly performed the psychic ritual.

　　In this process, he was shocked to find that he did not need to pray to anyone, directly to the psychic, just like a real “psychic”!

　　Hoo…… this is my special privilege in the mysterious space above the gray mist? With a flash of thought, Klein recited a divination statement:

　　”The formula of the magic potion of the ‘Diviner’s’ pathway.”