Part 3 the traveler Chapter 201: So You’re Here, Too
Black “spirit threads” from different beings appeared in Klein’s eyes, but he did not immediately extend his ego to try to manipulate them.
After identifying and confirming which of the “spiritual threads” belonged to Mosona, he took a swig of his malt beer and watched the boxing match in the ring like a true spectator.
The two fighters, bare-chested and wearing no protective gear, were fighting for their lives, and the situation quickly became heated as they clashed and punched each other.
Many of the drunken gamblers watching onlookers watched with adrenaline, fervently shouting the name of the fighter they supported and chanting:
”Beat him to death!”
”Fuck this son of a bitch!”
On the second floor, Mosona, too, had forgotten the cigar in his hand, and was staring unblinkingly at the ring below, one hand already clenched into a fist.
The people around him, with the exception of the bodyguard escorts who were responsible for guarding the surrounding area from suspicious people and other important areas such as the downstairs of the roof to the extent that they had to turn their backs on him, had their attention inevitably turned to the blood-curdling boxing match.
Klein raised his hand again and gulped down a sip of beer, seeming to gasp a bit at the tightness.
This time, his aura spread out silently, catching the illusory black line that corresponded to Mosona.
One second, two seconds, three seconds …… The drunken-nosed Mosona was just about to move his fists in a small way, as if he were fighting in the ring, when his head suddenly went wooden.
He only felt that the scene around him became a bit strange all of a sudden, as if several layers of thick glass had been added.
Mosona then noticed a noticeable lag in his thoughts, realizing that all the parts in his head seemed to have suddenly rusted.
Because the target was just an ordinary person, with a spiritual body strength far inferior to that of an extraordinary person, Klein didn’t use up to 20 seconds to initially control the opponent.
7 seconds!
Only 7 seconds!
Crap …… something went wrong …… should be …… the ability to be more …… extraordinary …… Extraordinary …… often deal with pirates Mosona is not a stranger to the mysterious world, that’s why he will spend a lot of money to ask the Extraordinary to protect himself, if it is not by the wine and color early collapse of the body, the spirit is more weakened, the state has been bad, taking magic pills probability will be Out of control, he wanted to let himself directly obtain that supernatural power.
At this moment, because of the stagnant and inexperienced thoughts, Mosona used more than ten seconds to figure out that he had been attacked, and immediately stretched out his arms, opened his mouth, and tried to call for help.
However, his movements are so slow, the voice in his throat is so weak, the part of the bodyguard around him is focused on watching the tense and intense boxing match, the audience’s shouts and waves, and the periphery of the guards’ attention is in the place where the attack may come, not the heavy protection of the employer, the obvious abnormality is just so ignored.
By the time the climax of the match had subsided somewhat for the time being, and some of the bodyguards and henchmen looked back at their boss, they could only see that Mosona’s gaze appeared a little dull, his hands were not in a normal position, and he seemed to still be immersed in the boxing match, still anxiously awaiting the final result.
Tears seeped from the corners of the eyes of the mobster’s eyes, and he struggled to loosen his five fingers in an effort to get the cigar to fall to the ground and draw attention to himself.
But in desperation he realized that his mind was getting slower and stiffer, and a simple movement seemed to take more than a minute to accomplish, while his fingers were still fighting against his thoughts!
Snap!
The burning cigar finally fell to the floor, and Mosona’s tears ran down his face and slid down his neck.
A couple of bodyguards noticed the incident and were about to ask the head man if he was too emotional over the match when Mosona suddenly buried himself and picked up the cigar as he wiped his face hole.
”That was a good match! Raise the money for the final winner!” Mosona flicked off the cigar and pulled on his collar, his mouth widening into a grin-filled arc.
He didn’t specify how much he added because Klein was completely ignorant of the market, so he could only give a vague account.
Yes, Mossona of the “New Ruin Party” had become his puppet!
Because this gangster was just an ordinary person, his spiritual body strength was even weaker than that of a healthy normal human, so it only took him two minutes and fifteen seconds!
If it had taken any longer, he would have had to be distracted to create chaos with his illusions, so that the bodyguards would only be concerned with protecting Mosona and wouldn’t have been able to notice his abnormality.
”Beat him to death!”
”Beat him to death!”
……
The crowd’s chants were suddenly neat as the fight in the ring came to a close, and Mosona signaled his bodyguards to continue watching the match.
When one of the fighters collapsed unconscious, Mosona puffed on his cigar and said:
”Go to the room.
”I need to rest.”
”Yes, chief (boss).” His bodyguards and henchmen immediately flanked him into the second floor hallway and helped him open the door to the lounge.
After instructing his guards to guard various key locations and not to come in to disturb him, Mosona paced back and forth for a few steps, opened the safe, found a document involving the new drugs, and sifted through the most important ones.
He then put these documents and the address note he had cut out of the newspaper, together with all 758 pounds in cash, into a briefcase.
With a creak, he opened the door to his room and called out to one of his men:
”Throw this bag under the third streetlight on Corner Lane.”
”Yes, chief.” His henchman did not inquire why.
It was the rule!
Closing the door again, Mosona found three candles and spiritual objects, and with a white pen and paper, carefully traced the emblems corresponding to the “Fool” – half a “pupil-less eye” symbolizing secrecy and half a “pupil-less eye” symbolizing change. half of a special symbol consisting of the “pupil-less eye”, which symbolizes secrecy, and half of the “twisted thread”, which symbolizes change.
Then the gangster, who had become a puppet, lit candles, used perfume instead of essential oils and lotions, and earnestly performed the ritual of praying for blessings.
He whispered the name of the “Fool”, recited the corresponding incantation in the ancient Hermetic language, which he did not know at all, and then picked up the spiritual object, letting it blend into the wind, and constructing the illusory gate with the changing candle flame – if no spiritually rich object was to be found. Klein’s intention was to use the blood of Mosona, human blood being a spiritual thing in itself!
Inside the washroom on the first floor, Klein seized the opportunity and took four steps backward to the gray mist.
He did not use the “Black Emperor” card, directly prying some of the power of this mysterious space, connecting them with the paper man, flung into the door of sacrifice and bestowal.
The paper man immediately transformed into an angel with twelve pairs of wings on its back, flew through the illusory and mysterious gate, crossed the dark and deep void, and arrived at Mosona.
This was interfering with subsequent investigations of divination, prophecy, and other extraordinary powers that might exist!
Immediately afterward, Klein picked up the “Creeping Hunger” and threw it through the ceremonial gate as well!
The “writhing hunger” came to the real world through the ritual of praying for blessings, and came in front of Mosona, who had not eaten for a long time, and immediately became agitated!
At this time, Klein also returned to the washroom, and once again, from a distance of a few dozen meters, he manipulated the previously frozen Mosona to close its mouth tightly, and took the glove on the “altar”.
The center of the glove immediately cracked open a slit, and inside were two rows of illusory, white teeth!
The puppet senses Klein had gained quickly diminished, and he immediately removed his control.
The slight backlash made his head spin a little, but it didn’t take long to return to normal.
Then, as if nothing had happened, he left the washroom and returned to the bar, where he continued to drink the malt beer he hadn’t finished earlier.
At the same time, he found a rat on the second floor with the help of his “Spirit Body Thread”, and in less than two minutes, he turned the rat into his puppet.
The rat’s movements were a bit awkward and unskilled as it searched for a burrow and a path, and it took some time before it entered Mosona’s lounge through the shelter of the bookshelves.
By this time, a thin glove made of human skin was lying silently on the floor, and there was not even a remnant of Mosona’s clothes left.
The mouse climbed onto the table, picked up the paper with the symbol of the Fool, and held it in front of the burning candle.
The paper quickly ignited and turned to ash.
After extinguishing the three candles and returning them to their original places, the mouse went to the “writhing hunger” and picked up the glove.
Then it returned the way it came and left the Mosona lounge.
It lurked all the way to the second-floor balcony and climbed down noiselessly.
On the first floor, at the bar.
Klein took the last sip of his beer, put down his glass, and stood up slowly.
He clicked on his half-height silk bowler hat, thrust his hands into the pockets of his long black double-breasted tuxedo, and walked at an unhurried pace past the drunken gamblers and out into the street.
Following the glow of the gas street lamps, he came at normal speed to the corner alley, and, as he drew out the paper man and shook and flung it to light it, he picked up the briefcase under the third street-light pole.
This time a gray rat leaped through the gloom with a thin human-skin glove in its mouth.
Klein stooped down again, expressionless, and picked up the “writhing hunger”.
Then the gray mouse went away on its own, crawled into a dumpster, and lay there, completely out of breath.
In the night, under the light of the gas lamp, Klein stood there, opened his fingers and put the “Wiggling Hunger” on his left hand without any panic.
After moving his knuckles and adjusting to the glove, he tucked in his briefcase and disappeared into the intersection of the street past the still lively and vibrant Oak Bar.
……
After attaching the briefcase, which contained only the important information, to the address strip and stamps he had removed from it, and placing it in the mailbox on the corner, Klein transformed back into Germaine Sparrow, and took a cab ride to another bar in the harbor.
It was one of the more pirate-heavy bars that Anderson offered!
Entering the bar, Klein swept his gaze and took in the general appearance of the inside.
Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.
This figure had a medium build, purple lips, and brown eyes that hid an intense malice that made people fear him. It was the second lieutenant of the “Immortal King” Agaritu, the “Slaughterer” Gilchrist, who had a bounty of 9,500 pounds!
Apparently, after escaping from the dangerous sea exit, the “Death Sentence” also came to the nearest Tuscany Island to seek supplies!
You also came ah …… Klein slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, realized that there is no better than coincidental encounters to hunt “demons”!
As soon as the evil thought was born in his heart, Gilthias already noticed it and looked sideways at the entrance of the bar.
Without hesitation, Klein grabbed the beer on the table and threw it over.
Immediately after, he drew his revolver and indifferently aimed over there.
Bang!