Part 4 The Undead Chapter 131 Charity Gala
”Your butler may be studying black magic;
”That your valet secretly believes in the Grim Reaper;
”Your neighbors harbor people with supernatural powers;
”This neighborhood you live in may have secrets that cause people to have strange dreams ……
”You should be able to understand the meaning of certain words, so we won’t explain too much, and may the Goddess protect you.”
…… Klein looked at the letter in his hand, and for a moment he didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.
After a few seconds, he couldn’t help but laugh at himself twice in his mind:
Just from the content of this letter, I’m really miserable ……
And there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with the things it describes ……
Smiling and shaking his head, Klein took the letter in one hand and violently shook it to the side.
Crimson flames rose with it, engulfing the paper.
No matter what, Ms. Hugh and Ms. Magician are still quite kind, the only problem is that the things they reminded me of, I know, and I know better than they do …… Klein grunted as he rummaged through the mushrooms he had hidden earlier.
There were four of these, one was a sun-dried product that could react with water and fish, and there were three of them, two was a newer variety with golden caps that smelled like flour, three was white on the bottom, dotted with black spots, and the whole thing was so fluffy and bulbous that it seemed to have a liquid flowing inside it, with a milky flavor, and four’s had a peculiar gill-like organ growing out of the sides, covered with fine but soft scales.
Klein scanned the mushrooms and took out a gold coin, bouncing it upwards and catching it securely again.
Confirming the results, he removed the normal gloves he had put on before, and with his bare skin, he directly grasped and ingested the new three mushrooms, trying to verify something Frank Lee hadn’t mentioned.
Normal to the touch, the mushrooms did not change in any way, and Klein was instantly relieved, no longer worrying that they were dangerous beyond the forbidden line.
He had previously been quite afraid that these mushrooms would immediately spread their roots, engulf growth, and spread spores as soon as they came into contact with anything with flesh and blood.
”Perhaps it’s the current brighter glow of the gas wall sconces, or it could be that after being picked, these mushrooms lose the vast majority of their activity and must be revived by special conditions, such as, for example, the environment of the creature’s stomach pouch ……” In the spirit of empirical evidence, Klein placed the heavy curtains in the master bedroom all the way down and extinguished all the gas wall lamps.
Then, once again, he picked up the new breed of mushrooms with his bare hands and confirmed that they were not abnormal and were not feeding on their own flesh and blood.
With that done, Klein relit the sconces, set up the ritual, and sacrificed the mushrooms to the gray mist.
Sitting in the position of the “Fool”, he did not rush to invoke the “writhing hunger”, but first let the metal vial containing his own blood fly to the bronze table.
Immediately afterward, he poured a drop of blood onto the table and pushed three new types of mushrooms onto it.
It was a second’s work, and the parts of these mushrooms that were close to the blood suddenly softened and wriggled and wrapped around, with dense, needle-like whiskers growing out of the contact surface as they did so.
”…… “Klein watched as the corner of his mouth twitched, directly invoking a small amount of power from the mysterious space above the gray mist, suppressing all the mushrooms, and then letting the drop of fresh blood fly back into the metal vial and closing the lid.
He has roughly understood the characteristics of these mushrooms, no longer waste time, beckoned the “writhing hunger” from the pile of debris flew over.
Taking hold of the thin human skin glove, Klein placed it on the table and released the mushrooms from their confinement.
Then he saw the Creeping Hunger force itself to stand up on five fingers and back away as quickly as if it were playing a piano.
You know you’re scared, don’t you? Klein revealed a kind smile, and pressed the human skin glove with one hand, incidentally “gifting” a small amount of power from the mysterious space above the gray fog.
Then, he used his other hand to grab a mushroom, and put it towards the “writhing hunger”.
The human skin glove struggled hard, but could not get rid of it, and even appeared to tremble visibly.
Klein stopped holding the mushroom hand, whispered and laughed:
”Still ready to praise the ‘True Creator’?”
The “writhing hunger” continued to struggle without responding.
Klein thought for a moment and backed off:
”I will allow you to praise once a day, early in the morning or late in the evening.”
The “writhing hunger” struggled less, but did not stop.
Tsk …… Klein continued the exchange without moving on the surface:
”Then praise three times a day, at the time of breakfast, lunch and dinner, but I have to be warned in advance.”
The “writhing hunger” struggled twice before suddenly spreading out on the table, no longer making any movements.
After some more communication, Klein successfully reached an agreement with the “Creeping Hunger” on this issue, but the point of having to eat people every day belongs to the instinct of the item, and can’t be weakened too much just by communicating with them, so he still has to wait for Azk to provide an effective sealing method, and the only thing Klein can do at the moment is to make the “Creeping Hunger” stay alive until it has eaten someone. The only thing Klein can do now is to make the “writhing hunger” can be carried without eating people, but, within 24 hours to replenish the food.
It’s really troublesome. …… Luckily, the “Wiggling Hunger” has enhanced its living characteristics after integrating with Mr. A and mushrooms, otherwise it really can’t communicate in such a specific way. …… Klein lamented for a while, but then he thought about the recent events. After a moment of emotion, he turned to the recent events to do the appropriate divination, and came to the conclusion that he is not very dangerous, and initially confirmed that there is an extraordinary factor in the case of Caron suicide.
After a busy time, he left above the gray mist and returned to the real world, where he continued to wait for Mr. Aztec to write back.
……
On Saturday evening, a formally dressed Klein arrived at St. Samuel’s Church in a carriage with his valet Richardson to participate in a charity gala held by the Church of the Dark Night.
After passing through the main entrance, he was led by the priest to a side hall.
Here there was a shrine with the emblem of the Goddess of the Night, several small crystal chandeliers hanging down above, and in front of it were a slender candle and an upside-down, round metal lid containing oil and wax.
At this moment, they were all lit, illuminating the hall with a bright, polished light that had its own sacred flavor.
At a glance, Klein saw a neatly arranged chair, and a guest in extraordinary attire.
Among them, the women’s dresses were mainly divided into two categories, one type of dresses were either gaudy or dark, and the arms on both sides could be seen, while the other type of clothing was freshly colored and quite conservative, even the chain bones were only vaguely visible or even covered.
As far as Klein knew, in the Kingdom of Ruen, this meant the difference between married and unmarried, while widows and divorced women were allowed to choose from both kinds of dresses, only that the former would be as dark in tone as possible.
In addition to these, Klein also saw a shining necklace, a delicate earring, and all sorts of precious ornaments, and the guests here were obviously more imposing than the balls and banquets held by Councilor Macht and himself.
Stepping into the hall, Klein greeted the bishops he knew and Councilor Macht and others, exchanging pleasantries and small talk.
Just then, a sound came from the doorway, and after many guests cast their eyes there, they all spread smiles and greeted them.
Klein then looked there, and his gaze first brightened, then solidified.
At the entrance of the hall, the most notable person was a young girl with shiny blonde hair, softly draped down, her eyes were turquoise, as beautiful as jewels, and as if the sea was harboring whirlpools, so that those who watched almost could not take their eyes off of her.
Her features beautiful, outstanding temperament, appearance seems to have no shortcomings, so that the men and women present are difficult to pay attention to what style of dress she wears, wearing who designed the jewelry, but Klein has swept her collarbone chain, a round and flawless pearl just “set” in the two collarbones intersection of the depression, softening the neck line, highlighting a both pure and innocent, but also a kind of pure, but also a little more than a few years ago. It softened the lines of the neck and emphasized a feeling of purity and charm.
Klein had seen her, knew her!
She was the “Justice” lady of the Tarot Club!
Klein had seen her face through the “Magic Mirror”!
Suddenly, Kraven averted his eyes, not daring to look at her.
This is his instinctive reaction, the main reason is that he knows that Miss Justice is an extraordinary person of the “audience” pathway, if she attracts her attention, it is easy to be interpreted by her from the change of expression body language aura situation of the real thoughts and hidden secrets.
Thoughts of electricity, Klein forcefully twisted his head back, and continued to cast his gaze on the face of Ms. “Justice”.
He was realizing that the problem with his earlier avoidance was even bigger and more obvious:
A gentleman who loves different styles of women, when he met such an exceptionally beautiful girl, how could he not look at her a few times?
At the same time, Audrey noticed a certain gentleman’s abnormality:
”The sideburns have been a little gray, the looks and temperament is not bad, seem to have a lot of depth …… This should be that Mr. Dawn Dantes who donated tens of thousands of gold pounds, trying to establish a poor people’s bursary fund ……
”His reaction just now was a bit strange, he seemed to be hiding something ……”
To Audrey, Dawn Dantes’ demeanor of averting his gaze was actually quite normal, she had encountered too many similar situations – certain men did react by subconsciously twisting their heads and looking to the side after seeing her, as if they were afraid of being discovered by her, afraid of making eye contact with her, afraid of exposing the momentary ecstasy that surfaced.
So it wasn’t so much averting his eyes that was strange about Dawn Dantes as it was the subsequent turning of his gaze back, and the other thing that Audrey found most problematic was that the gentleman was not so much awestruck as he was surprised.
”What is he surprised about? And what is he hiding?” With such questions and a light smile, Audrey followed her parents and brother and greeted the people who flocked over.
Klein was secretly relieved to see that Ms. Justice wasn’t paying attention to him anymore, and thought to himself:
”Gotta be a little more careful later, playing the role of Dawn Dantes without being seen to be a problem by the ‘audience’.
”Well …… whether Ms. ‘Justice’ notices or not, I have to think of a good reason for my uncharacteristic reaction just now ……
”Miss ‘Justice’ is indeed a young lady of a great noble family ah, and I don’t know exactly what her name is or what her last name is, wait and ask Macht or Bishop Elektra ……”
Between thoughts, Klein slightly frowned, always felt that he was still being watched by someone, busy following spiritual intuition, swept the doorway.
In the shadows outside the door, a big golden-haired dog was crouching there without a sound.