Part 5 THE RED PRIEST CHAPTER 134 Thoughts on a Play
After witnessing the butler Walter leave the second floor, Klein entered the dining room while looking around the room, noticing that the menials and maids were much more energetic than usual, and even had a bit of restlessness.
”Sure enough, the ‘Cane of Life’ also affects humans, it’s just that it’s relatively not that exaggerated, and is in a more normal, acceptable category …… According to this logic, the reproduction ability of the maidservants must have improved, the only problem is that they don’t have mates, so they can’t show it ……
”Well …… will Mr. Butler’s homecoming today result in multiple children in nine to ten months …… His wife’s age is also approaching forty, which is a bit dangerous to give birth to in this day and age, but of course, as the other side of the reproduction The effects from the ‘Cane of Life’ are going to spread past that, it shouldn’t be a problem ……
”Hiss, I wonder if the potential impact will cause conceiving children to become easier, if the birth rate of Birklund Street increases significantly after Dawn Dantes moves in, then my wind rating will be hopeless ……” Klein’s thoughts fanned out in a rambling manner, and finally In the end, he summarized in his mind:
”The Cane of Life is indeed very evil!
From now on, I will only take it to the real world for a certain period of time every day, and I will try not to affect the human beings around me!
After breakfast, Klein took his valet, Njoni, and walked to the first floor, ready to go out for a walk.
At this moment, two second-class maids were cleaning the hall.
”Good morning, sir.” Seeing Dawn Dantes coming over, these two maids immediately got up and made way, greeting them in the process.
Of course, if they were in a more corner place, they would try not to make any noise so as not to disturb their employer, this was the teaching from the butler, Walter.
Klein nodded gently and responded briefly, slowly approaching the gate.
At this time, the two maids suddenly saw an ear of wheat sticking out of Nyuni’s head, full of grains and tantalizingly golden.
Before they had time to take a closer look, the valet seemed to have sensed something unusual and raised his right hand, pulling off the ear of wheat, rather forcefully.
The two maids looked at each other with some surprise and some amusement.
To their minds, it must have been that N’yoni, when he had followed Mr. Dantes to the Maege Manor, had accidentally gotten a few ears of wheat on his body, brought them all the way back to 160 Birklund Street, and had allowed them to be scattered to the less easily cleaned places in his own room, such as, for instance, under the pillows, and then, last night, when he went to bed, he pushed the pillows away from him through dreaming, and rolled one of the ears of wheat into his hair, which he did not discover in the breakfast wash.
The process was complicated and not so easily realized, but there was at least some probability.
”It can’t be that N’yoni grew an ear of wheat of her own ……” muttered the two maids, and went on with their work.
After leaving 160 Birklund Street, Klein and Njuni walked slowly, one after the other, under the Intis sycamore trees whose leaves had begun to yellow, breathing in the relatively crisp fall air.
Similar to him, some of their neighbors were doing their morning walks.
Of course, this was not a habit of the upper class of Bekrand; in the last year, the haze was still so bad that the air was quite pungent, and no one would want to waste their time on the streets against the cold wind and wet feeling.
Being neighbors, since they met, they would no doubt greet each other, and by the time they staggered past, one barrister caught Dawn Dantes’ valet out of the corner of his eye lifting his hand over his mouth and nose as if he had yawned.
When the young man of mixed blood lowered his right hand, the barrister suddenly noticed something not quite the same:
”His nose seems to be more straight ……
”Haha, I must have been thinking about that aspect so much in general that I hallucinated ……
”If only the bridge of my nose was a bit more straight ……”
The barrister thought as he raised his hand and rubbed his nose, meanwhile he saw two wild dogs chasing ahead of him, trying to breed in the street.
……
After his walk, Klein returned to the third floor sitting room and got the “life cane” on top of the gray mist.
”It does have a certain effect, the focus of the ‘Trickster Mage’ digestion is surprisingly to create frightening scenes to scare people, as well as using bizarre techniques to make people terrified …… It’s really a bit like ‘director ‘, only a horror movie director ……
”Well, it doesn’t have to be really scary to …… calm daily life contains a scene of terrible scenes, and the surrounding human beings are all unaware of it, but only occasionally associated with it, and when thinking deeply, they will be somewhat frightened by some kind of possibility, so much so that they dare not turn out the lights, and have nightmares, it’s also a kind of horror movie well …… “Klein examined his own state, summarized his experience of the previous months, and finally condensed the keyword “horror movie director”.
After realizing this, he had a lot of ideas on how to quickly digest the magic potion.
This required him to not only solve the enemy, but also give the enemy the treatment of a horror movie protagonist or an important supporting role!
”This is very troublesome, for the demigod level target, I definitely have to go all out, which have the heart to get fancy …… Well, there is no need to have to find a demigod target, playing without this restriction, it is completely possible to ‘teleport’ to the sea The first thing I want to do is to find some lucky pirates to ‘act’ in the movie, and create some horror stories. ……
”Right, since I’m a director, I have to let my ‘work’ circulate! It seems that some of the ‘actors’ must still manage to escape each time, spread the word about the nightmares they experienced, and shape the sea legends accordingly, not all of which can be fed to the ‘writhing hunger’ …… “As Klein formulated his plan, a sudden thought occurred to him:
How many of those horror legends on the North Continent and the ocean that have a certain mass base were deliberately created by the “Trickster”?
”There must be some …… Hey, if Amon to play the ‘Trickster’, most likely less than a month to digest the magic potion, k in this aspect of the talent is simply amazing, not too considerate of the consequences! …… In fact, while looking for pirates to ‘shoot a horror movie’, you can also look for opportunities to scare the other demigods, do not necessarily have to fight with them to the death, the purpose of the achievement can be detached… … “Klein had an auxiliary play scheme in a flash of his thoughts.
Thus, he seriously considered the target:
”Angels and above definitely can’t be found, the unfamiliar ones will make me the protagonist of a horror movie on the spot, the kind that will die, and the familiar ones are clear that I’m a ‘Trickster Mage’ and can’t be scared ……
”I don’t know the whereabouts of many of the saints, and scaring the archbishops will easily cause unnecessary reactions, leading to more tension in the world and an early outbreak of war. ……
”Eh, after eliminating so much, the most suitable targets are surprisingly the Spirit Order Artificial Death Faction that fanatic demigod Patrick Blaine, and the members of the Will Onsettin Council of Fate, as well as ……”
After drawing up the list, Klein decided to take the time to visit Dr. Alan Krebs in the next couple of days, bring some ice cream to a certain baby, and ask the “councilors” where they were these days.
If you want to scare other people’s men, you have to ask the Speaker’s permission!
With his thoughts in order, Klein was in a good mood and went out again to St. Samuel’s Church to say prayers and make donations, and then went to the Ruane Charitable Scholarship Fund and stayed there until noon.
In the afternoon, he met with several businessmen and professional lawyers and accountants looking for investments and behaved like a normal rich man.
When he had filled his stomach and returned to his semi-open room with its large balcony, Klein was contemplating whether to visit Dr. Alan Krebs at his home tomorrow or invite the family to share a meal at Serenzo’s, where the gelato was very good, when he was struck by a sudden flash of inspiration.
He looked sideways and was not at all surprised to see Miss Messenger carrying four blonde, red-eyed heads out of the void.
One of the heads was biting into a letter.
”Who sent it?” Klein asked, already somewhat used to and expecting it.
Since he hadn’t picked up the letter yet, Renette Tynecol could only answer with three heads:
”The fool ……” “The ……” “The king of the ……”
Patrick Blaine? That nickname even evolved? Klein reached out and took the letter, opened it, and realized that it really came from that fanatic demigod of the Spirit Order Artificial Death Faction.
He wrote on the letter:
”…… I have already prepared that special ceremony to help my teacher, Hector, recover even further, Your Excellency the Favorite, and if I can get your permission, I will perform it in the early hours of tomorrow morning ……”
Pointing to that ceremony for Hector the angel? The Spirit Order’s Artificial Death Party can’t avoid Patrick’s temptation anymore… …… This can be interfered with by “paper angels”… …… Just in time… …With a flick of his wrist, Klein burned the letter.
Then he drew out a piece of paper and dropped his pen to write a reply:
”Yes, be sure to be careful.”
……
Quiet night, near dawn, in the unoccupied premises of a garment factory in the St. George district.
It had been cleared out to an open space, and there stood nearly a dozen mysterious men in black robes and hoods.
In the center of them was a deep black, rather heavy looking coffin, and around the coffin were a number of gold ornaments with traces of dirt, multiple candles with waving pale flames, and skull after skull.
Some of these hideous white skulls were from humans, some belonged to animals, and some were extremely strange and deformed, making it impossible to imagine what it originally looked like.
The skulls were stacked the most at the front, where Patrick Blaine stood.
He had likewise changed into black robes, but had not pulled his hood up, revealing a deeply contoured, dark-haired, brown-pupiled, and longer, leaner face.
This demigod had not yet done anything, and the surroundings had already become extremely chilly, as if there were countless, unseen creatures going wild.
As Patrick Blaine raised his right hand, the hooded believers danced a slightly jerky, frenzied, rhythmic dance.
This is the “Spirit Dance”, a ritual favored by the Grim Reaper, and the more spiritual the dancers are, the better the effect.
After the dance became intense and a cold invisible wind blew out from the coffin, Patrick Blaine buried his head low and chanted in a language that seemed to originate from the underworld:
”King of the depths of hell;
”The angel who plays the music of death;
”The lord above the River Styx.”