Part 4 The Undead Chapter 175 The Power of the Metaphysics
Most of the houses in the city of Gulain are built along the winding roads, and occasionally there are more gentle and open places, which are squares or marketplaces.
Klein carried his luggage, with the spiritual intuition of a “soothsayer”, picked a direction at random, and along the way, he looked for a relatively lively kind of bar.
There weren’t too many horse-drawn carriages on the road, and it took a long time to see one or two of the rental type. The most popular means of transportation in East Baylon is the “coffin”, which originates from the custom of death worship, and from the fact that people regard the coffin as an object that can bring peace and tranquility, so Klein could always see a few people carrying a black coffin, the lid is much lighter and thinner than normal, like a car door that can be opened randomly.
Two men carrying it, four men carrying it, eight men carrying it, horses or one-horned sheep pulling it …… Such folklore is a bit scary at night, well, it’s not much better during the daytime, and the whole city looks eerie …… Klein was admiring the roadside The “scenery” of the roadside, while stepping into a square, the left side of the “Storm Lord” church, the right side of the restaurant, bar and other stores.
When he stopped, there was a coffin carried by four people on the side of the road being lowered.
As the lid was opened, the passenger inside the coffin stood up and stepped out, a Northern Continental gentleman in a white shirt and black waistcoat.
This gentleman’s formal attire was always resting on the crook of his arm, and was not draped to his body until he had left the casket.
Then Crane watched as the gentleman headed straight for the Storm Lord’s church and walked inside.
This is a wonderful sense of contradiction …… Storm Church is not always like to change the customs of the colony, pushing the Ruin that way? Why don’t they do that in East Byron? Because the “Death” path and the “Night” path are similar types, so the Storm Church wants to preserve some of the folklore of the Death realm as a way to hold back the spread of the Church of the Night? Klein nodded thoughtfully and turned to the row of buildings to his right, preparing to enter one of the bars.
With this field experience, he vaguely understood why the ancient clothing style of the Byron Empire written in many history books was like that.
Love to wear pants, like lightweight type, to have folds as beauty …… Isn’t it just convenient to go out and lie down the coffin? Klein laughed and shook his head down, pushing open the heavy wooden door of the bar, squeezing past one drunken man and heading towards the bar area.
At this time, the two military “stalkers” for fear of exposure, and Dawn Dantes pulled away from the distance, only just reached the door.
Seizing this short gap, Klein suddenly turned around, swam like a fish through the crowd, and ran towards the back door of the bar.
– Though he didn’t recognize the Duttan language, he could read the painted signs and knew where the washrooms were and where the patrons stopped.
After circling around to an area out of sight of the front door location, with a shrug of his shoulders, Klein quickly removed his jacket and slung it over the crook of his arm.
Immediately afterward, he clamped down on his gold-encrusted cane, reached out to cover his face with his palm, and slowed his pace to another change of direction, heading for the front door of the bar.
When he was nearly ten meters away from where he had just taken off his jacket, Klein lowered his right hand that was pressed to his face, and his entire persona had completely changed.
His graying sideburns, dark eyes, and elegant demeanor all disappeared and were replaced with the looks of a Ruin that could be found everywhere in the Northern Continent.
Carrying his luggage and his cane, Klein walked steadily towards the two military “stalkers”, brushed past them as they looked around for Dawn Dantes, and left the bar.
Stalking, and counter-stalking, was the Faceless Man’s specialty!
Returning to the square, Klein turned into an alleyway that sloped down to higher ground, intending to look elsewhere for hotel accommodations.
As he walked along the quiet, uncrowded road, he suddenly heard a woman’s frightened cry.
The sound lasted only a short time before it came to an abrupt end.
Although he couldn’t understand what the other woman was shouting, Klein could sense the emotion of fear, dread, and panic, and staggered his feet into a narrower and less pedestrianized path.
Not ten seconds later, he saw a local man in his thirties with brownish skin and softer features pressed up against a young girl, thirteen or fourteen at most, violently assaulting her in a hidden corner.
Klein glanced over and slowed his pace, stopping in the nearby shadows.
By now, the little girl’s face was contorted with extreme panic, but no matter how much she struggled, it was hard to get away, even in exchange for a beating.
She had tears and snot running down her face, and with her mouth stuffed with clothing rags, she could only make whimpering noises.
It was at this point that she was shocked to realize that the bad guy’s attempts to remove her clothes slowed down.
”……” Not even having time to consider what exactly was happening, she subconsciously looked over at the bad guy and saw the other’s eyes widen, the muscles of her face slowly tugging, unable to piece together a full expression, and then, with a twitch of her arms and legs, she continued what she had just been doing with a single stop and start Yet again, it was easily dodged.
The little girl instinctively pushed the other side a hand, actually produced excellent results, her body then a light, and hastily stood up, to escape from here, but the legs can not stop soft, just ran a few steps, actually tripped over a stone, almost fell to the ground.
At this time, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her, her heart became more and more panicked, her hands and feet became more and more flustered.
Immediately after, the footsteps stopped.
The little girl subconsciously looked back, only to see that bad guy standing rigidly two meters away, his joints rusting as if doing all sorts of weird movements.
”What happened ……,” the little girl had the feeling that she was dreaming.
The local man with brownish skin struggled for a while and finally quieted down, broke into a smile and said in Duttanese:
”In the future, when you meet someone like me, remember to run towards the nearest church, or a crowded place.”
The little girl froze, let out a steep scream, turned and ran wildly away.
Subconsciously, she chose the direction of the square church.
When peace was restored to the secluded corner, the local man with a brownish complexion looked sideways into the nearby shadows and watched as Klein stepped out from there.
”The new secret puppet …… is not strong enough physically, not agile enough, and has no extraordinary abilities, and has a rather vicious look, in addition to knowing the Duttan language, it is simply nothing.” Klein made a brief assessment in his mind, “If he wasn’t being evil and I didn’t know the local language, I’d really like to just bury him.”
He couldn’t help but compare this to the previous secret puppet, “General on Blood” Seniol:
”Seignior is a ‘Spiteful Soul’, can do ‘Mirror Jumping’, can hide in the reflection of gold coins without worrying about being seen …… He also has the Spiteful Soul Sharp Whistle He also has the ability to possess, which is a perfect match for the Secret Puppet Master ……
”Most importantly, he also knows the Duttan language ……
”Now this secret puppet is the difference between 1p and 42,000 gold pounds compared to him.
”Also don’t know what the name is, can only apply the ability to sense superficial thoughts, can’t read deeper memories, unless encountering familiar people and familiar objects, the spirit has a corresponding change, ‘spit out’ more information …… Just call it Afu, no , Auf it.”
Klein rubbed the corner of his forehead, sighed, and left the area with his new secret puppet, Auf, before the little girl drew in the clergy.
It didn’t take long for him to find a random inn to stay at in the area where the busy and backward borders of the city of Gulain met, with the help of the secret puppet’s translation, which surprisingly didn’t require the provision of any identification documents, even if Klein had already transformed his appearance into a typical local race on the way.
”Lacking even more effective administration than those colonies at sea ……,” Klein put away his luggage and threw most of the cash he had with him on top of the gray mist, leaving only 50 pounds for daily expenses.
At the same time, because he had already crossed the Raging Sea and did not need to worry about causing mutations, he took the copper whistle and iron cigarette case out of the mysterious space above the grey mist, so that it would be convenient for Mr. Aztec to locate them when he came over.
After all this busyness, he, who had settled his dinner on the passenger ship long ago, was suddenly free, and decided to seize the moment and hunt for the second secret puppet.
As for how to find it, Klein, who didn’t know enough about the various aspects of the city of Gulain, planned to utilize his expertise as a “soothsayer” and use occult means to find it!
Taking Aoife with him, after leaving the inn, Klein broke a branch of the Dorningsman tree, used it as a divining rod, and skillfully meditated and whispered:
”The location of the new secret puppet.”
In the silence, a pair of indifferent eyes seemed to pass through the barrier between illusion and reality and gazed simultaneously at the divining rod.
The branches tilted with it, pointing out a direction.
Traveling a little, divining once, Klein followed the revelation gained, and after seven turns, arrived at a steep staircase.
This staircase connected to several levels of the road to Gulain, and one had to look up to see the top, which, at the moment, was empty.
”The revelation given by divination is indeed here …… Why is there no one? Because the divination was not done on top of the gray mist, so the result is not accurate? However, how come I’m also a Sequence 5 ‘Secret Puppet Master’ now, and my divination ability can definitely be ranked in the forefront below the High Sequence ……” Klein frowned slightly and looked around, failing to find any targets.
After a moment’s thought, he walked towards the steps and sat down in the shadows on the far side of the lowest level, not quite confident and very bored as he did his waiting.
After a few minutes, he stood up again and motioned for the Secret Puppet Oaf to sit where he had just been.
Then Klein himself pulled away and took cover in a hidden spot nearly two hundred meters away.
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Gulain City, Lower Lip Area.
Leonard Mitchell and Daley Simone followed “Red Glove” team leader Souster to a neighborhood.
Under the cover of the night, Soest emphasized to all the operatives once again:
”Our target this time is Ulrika, who lives in house number 13, he is a fairly important member of the Spirit Order, responsible for contacting different groups in the Bakerland area.
”Although all intelligence indicates that he is not a demigod, I have requested a ‘1’ seal as a precautionary measure, and Her Excellency, the ‘Eye of the Goddess’, stands ready to provide assistance.
”Also, most of the residents of this neighborhood are locals, one has to guard against the possibility that they are also Spirit Order personnel.”