Part 4 The Undead Chapter 8 Self-Recommendation
”Moon Puppet”…… Forsyth’s mind stirred and he withdrew his glowing attention and looked sideways at the member of the party who had just spoken.
The gentleman in the iron black mask had pulled out a modest puppet and showed it around:
”A friend of mine found a small burial complex deep in the valley of the Pas River on the southern continent, and this puppet was inserted in the right eye socket of one of the deceased.”
Voorhees, like the other members of the party, scrutinized the puppet carefully, noticing that it was slender in stature, and overall more like tiny wooden stakes carved with curved moon-like eyes and mouths, inlaid with sun-dried dead grass and flowers.
It didn’t look anything special …… Forsyth grunted inwardly, inspiration untouched, the pen she held in her hand still hovering over a copper-green notebook.
The gentleman in the iron-black mask continued his introduction:
”Neither my friend nor I have been able to confirm that this puppet serves any purpose, except to suspect that it is not so simple, and perhaps harbors no small secret.
”For 60 pounds, just 60 pounds, you can buy it away, which is a very fair price, and even if it really has nothing to do with the mystical realm, it is still a good antique, and could be worth 40 or 50 pounds.
”That means paying ten pounds for a chance to be surprised, which is a very small amount of money for you.”
Seductive words, this gentleman should be a successful salesman, but I do not even have 10 pounds …… Forsyth smiled to herself while thinking that no one in the room should buy the so-called “moon puppet” of unknown origin and function.
No sooner had she thought this than she heard a deliberately lowered female voice:
”Fifty pounds.”
Too rich to take a chance? Voorhees subconsciously turned her head to look at the party member who had spoken, only to see that the lady was wearing a hooded robe, her face hidden in the shadows.
At this, the owner of the Moon Puppet laughed:
”Then I prefer to keep it for myself, and perhaps at some point I will realize how special it is.”
As he spoke, he realized that no one else had raised the price, so he changed his mind and said:
”Of course, as a gentleman, since you’ve expressed your thirst and the price is still reasonable, then I’m willing to fulfill your heart’s desire.”
”Deal.” The lady in the hood responded in a hushed voice.
Soon after, the party host’s attendant completed the transaction for them, and Voorhees noticed a slight tremor in the lady’s palm when she received the “Moon Puppet”.
She valued this item so much,…… she might actually know that the puppet was special,…… Moon Puppet,…… Moon… …from the southern continent …… Forsyth suddenly had an association, remembered Mr. Moon hopes to find those “original moon” believers, a little suspicious! The lady in the hood was one of them, or there was a connection.
Of course, she did not have any evidence, even the reason for speculation does not seem strong enough.
Phew …… Forsyth exhaled silently, and decided to find a way to verify it.
She flipped the hard-shelled notes in her hand as if at random, presenting a page of tawny parchment.
The paper was printed with various patterns, either dark or light, which formed a strange picture of unknown imagery and ancient mystery.
It was one of the pages of “Lemanor’s Travel Notes,” a record of an extraordinary ability.
It was not one of those that Forsyth had found the opportunity to record later, but one of the five pages that had already existed.
Voorhees raised her head, pretending to observe the transactions of others, and took in the situation next to the lady in the hood.
She noticed a dark brown speckled mosquito plastered on a nearby wall, and unknown bugs crawling slowly across the floor.
Voorhees’ fingers naturally and gently slid over the dark patterns on the page of tawny parchment, and a complex symbol quickly took shape in her mind.
Noiselessly, and without the slightest hint of abnormality, she felt that she had “read” the speckled brown mosquito, and that her own thoughts were connected to the other’s. The speckled brown mosquito flew away, and the other’s thoughts were connected to the other.
The speckled brown mosquito flew up, flying very low.
It circled underneath the lady in the hood, and cautiously stuck to the front of the other woman.
The spotted brown mosquito’s vision was different from a human’s, creating an incomprehensible sight within Voorhees’ mind, but it quickly disintegrated and reassembled itself, outlining a corresponding normal picture:
The lady in the hood had a softer silhouette, a darker complexion, thin eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth drooped more.
Forsyth immediately recognized the other person, she is Mr. Moon wants to find the “original moon” believer Windsor Behring!
100 pounds for a valid lead, 500 pounds for a direct lock! Forsyth’s heart burned as she recalled the contents of the reward.
Her first reaction was to drive the spotted brown mosquito, normal bite Windsor Belling, sucked her blood, so that she could then use “astrology” to directly lock the other party’s whereabouts.
However, after struggling for a while, she still gave up this idea, because this is the most taboo behavior in the party of extraordinary people, as long as they are found, they will certainly be surrounded by all the members of the party to death.
And the conveners of the party always had good strength, doing too much and going too far would easily be detected by the other party as traces!
Well, let’s just make 100 pounds, and then we’ll think about locking it up when we have extra opportunities …… I need to get out of this party early, and put blood on the surface of “Lemanor’s Travel Notes” before I get lost, which is dangerous! …… Forsyth suppressed her loss and made a final decision.
In fact, her behavior just now has been a little over the line, which makes her do not want to stay too much.
……
Inside an upscale hotel, in the Hillsdon district.
Klein stood behind a convex belly window, quietly admiring the red moon and thin clouds high in the sky.
After an indeterminate amount of time, he straightened the gray hair at his temples and reached up to close the curtains.
Then he busied himself moving the radio receiver back into the real world and pre-dispersing most of the smell.
This time, he waited only ten seconds or so before he felt the room grow eerily obscure and heard the radio receiver clatter.
Klein leaned over and saw a disembodied white piece of paper being spit out, with the words written in Ruin:
”Great Master, look to the right!”
To the right …… Klein turned his head in amusement and confusion, and looked to the side.
As far as he could see, a full-length mirror was set up, which had become deeply darkened and appeared to have been inked.
Just as Klein’s thoughts flashed by, the full-length mirror brightened up, and within it, one illusory flower after another rushed up into the air, blooming and falling, splendid and gorgeous.
At the same time, a line of golden Ruenwen appeared in the center of the full body mirror:
”Welcome back, my great master!”
At this moment, although the “Magic Mirror” Aroldus did not make a sound, Klein inexplicably felt that it was shouting at the top of its lungs.
The ceremonial flowers subsided, and the golden words twisted and reorganized to form a new text:
”Great Master, your humble and loyal servant Arodes would like to ask if there is anything I can do for you?”
Klein was very used to this and spoke skillfully:
”Answer my question.”
The golden words reorganized once more:
”Thank you for your answer, you may ask your question.”
Klein said, prepared:
”Where did the evil spirits within the underground ruins on Williams Street go?”
On the full-length mirror, the golden words froze for several seconds and slowly disappeared, while the background of the blooming ceremonial flowers first blurred, then cleared and shifted to another scene.
That scene was an abandoned chapel, crawling with withered vines everywhere, strewn with gray stones and droppings left by birds and animals.
Klein was quite familiar with it; it was the very place where he had spoken to the evil spirit with Ms. Sharon in the first place.
Zooming in closer, Klein saw a small crater in the half-collapsed corner of the chapel, the inside of which showed clear signs of finger-pulling.
The “magician” lady mentioned this …… While Klein’s thoughts were surging, a cold, smiling voice came from within the image:
”Happy cooperation!”
With these words through the mud, the scene suddenly blurred and distorted, turning into a stirred up water, and finally completely broken.
Happy cooperation …… Evil Spirit this is to say happy cooperation to whom?
The “hunter” pathway angel polymer can make a “hunter” pathway angel polymer speak in this tone, the opposite party’s level should not be low, may even reach the angelic rank, but, k why use their hands to dig a hole? k should have more easier and less time-consuming way ……
This angel itself is also restricted? Hmm, like that old grandpa inside Leonard? By the way, Leonard was in Berkland at the time! That’s a clue, but there are all sorts of other possibilities, and angelic rank doesn’t equal angelic ……
Who exactly did the evil spirit manipulating Pound contact from the Baron? So it seems that the spies of Intis and Forsak are all smoke bombs deliberately put out by the evil spirits, worthy of the “conspirators” …… Klein’s mind flashed through one idea after another, and turned to the “magic mirror”! “Arodes said:
”Second question, I now have three candidates for a butler, who do you think is more suitable?”
Word after word floated out of the golden Ruunvin and said:
”Ribak and Walter can have some extra unfolding if they are chosen, and Asnya is the most specialized and the most ‘common’.”
Well …… the two from Duke Negan’s family and Viscount Connard’s family do have extra unfolding …… Klein nodded thoughtfully and said:
”It’s your turn to ask questions.”
At that moment, a bunch of golden words burst out:
”Great master, what do you think of me as a steward? As long as you can bring me out of the Church of Steam, I can be the best butler in the world!”
…… Klein hesitated for a second and replied politely:
”Not at the moment.”
The golden words on the full-length mirror grew dim for a moment, then perked up and glowed again, wriggling and reorganizing:
”Good.
”Your loyal and humble servant Arodes will wait patiently.”
Immediately afterward, an intricate pattern emerges from the full-length mirror, accompanied by explanatory text:
”This is a rune composed of corresponding symbols and magical markings, great master, as long as you are still in Berkland, writing it on paper is tantamount to notifying me to come over.”
The blending of symbols representing concealment and prying eyes …… Klein said with a little recognition:
”Good.”