Volume 7 The Inverted Man Chapter 6 Early Morning
In the midst of Klein’s gaze, crimson flames sprang up and engulfed him.
By the time the flames scattered, his figure had disappeared into St. Samuel’s Church.
In an empty room of a common inn, Klein stepped out of the stream of flames that suddenly leapt up and began to set up the ritual of praying for the bestowal.
Soon, the mysterious door formed by the candle flame opened and an ornament of ancient style flew out of the infinite darkness and landed on the altar.
The ornament appeared to be crafted from gold, shaped like a slender-bodied bird surrounded by feathers made of pale flames, with layers of light flickering within bronze-colored eyes, as if hiding door after illusory door.
Klein thanked the “Goddess of the Night” sincerely, ended the ceremony, and picked up the bird-shaped gold jewelry.
”This seems to be the legendary image of the Immortal Bird Patriarch, Grey Carrie ……”
”This Ancient God of the Dead seems to hold authority over part of the ‘Apprentice’ pathway in addition to its own pathway, which can be tentatively confirmed from the remains of the city-state in the Godforsaken Land that believes in the Immortal Bird …… ”
”No wonder the vast majority of ancient gods have difficulty controlling their emotions, on the verge of insanity, no, hovering between insanity and sanity …… Before the appearance of the first ‘blasphemous tablet’, all transcendent beings did not have the concept of sequential Before the appearance of the first ‘desecration tablet’, all transcendental beings had no concept of sequential pathways, but only the instincts of polymerization, procreation, and blind attempts to ……” Klein sighed in his heart as he scrutinized the bird-shaped gold ornaments.
As the owner of the “Source Castle”, he could detect a subtle connection between this jewelry and the “River of Eternal Darkness”.
”That’s why it can carry the water of the ‘River of Eternal Darkness’? Well, the water of the ‘River of Eternal Darkness’ is definitely not a river in the true sense of the word, but an abstract concept or symbol.” Klein nodded his head thoughtfully, and casually threw the bird-shaped gold jewelry inside the “Source Castle”, sealing it in the pile of clutter to prevent it from bringing any unnecessary accidents.
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A mountain peak outside of Bayam.
The “Red Angel” evil spirit watched the edge of the sea gradually brighten, an orange sun slowly out of the horizon.
At some point, a young man wearing a pointed fedora and classic black robes appeared beside K.
The man was playing with a crystal monocle, which he put on his right eye, and it was Amon, who had become Mr. Wrong.
Soren Einhorn Medici gave Amon a sideways glance and said:
”It’s surprising that the one you got out as a sacrifice is the original body.”
”If it wasn’t the instants, how did you get in time to steal the ritual and replace Bertram?” Amon responded with a smile, “As a qualified ‘conspirator’, you shouldn’t have not thought of that.”
”Red Angel,” the evil spirit snorted:
”How do I know you’re not trying to swindle me? Maybe you prejudged me?”
Amon laughed and didn’t answer positively, instead pulling out a peculiar crown covered in rust and blood.
”This is your payment.” K tossed the item to Soren Einhorn Medici.
The “Red Angel” Evil Spirit was quite a bit surprised after catching the peculiar crown:
”Yo, I’m surprised you didn’t try to renege.”
”It is also a fraud to commit an act that is not in line with your thoughts.” Amon pinched the monocle he wore over his right eye and said with a smile, “I’m looking forward to you becoming a ‘Red Priestess’ and devouring that witch, when that happens, you’ll certainly have a particularly interesting image.”
As he said this, Amon’s smile carried an unabashed sense of mischief.
Soren Einhorn Medici was silent for a moment and said:
”I don’t think it would be fundamentally different from now.”
A bloody mouth split open on each side of k’s face and closed quickly again.
Amon squared the monocle he wore over his right eye and looked sideways to the other side of the ocean and said:
”The situation in the Western Continent seems interesting.”
After saying this, Mr. Mistake, the former Angel of Time, turned into light and dissipated into thin air.
The “Red Angel” Evil Spirit followed and looked to the place where Amon was looking, and threw down the peculiar crown in his hand.
On both sides of k’s face, bloody mouths reappeared and each spoke:
”After absorbing this extraordinary trait, you would do well to stay away from Banshee.”
”You may also remain there if you wish to grow breasts and swell all over.”
Medici skimmed his lips and said:
”Shouldn’t that be your wish?”
……
Facing the altar filled with materials and artifacts, Klein raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
The table in front of him instantly became empty and clean, and all the clutter returned to their original places.
It was a “miracle” that came from some of Klein’s accumulated wishes.
”Compared to those ‘Miracle Masters’ and ‘Secret Servants’ in the past, the ‘miracles’ I can create are fully described as diverse and very practical. Including but not limited to building houses, interior decoration, garbage sorting, and environmental protection …… “Klein looked at the treated altar and smiled to himself.
He then opened the door and left, walking towards the street.
He wanted to go back to reality, back to human society, to strengthen his own humanity, initial stabilization of the mental state – his current problem is more troublesome, involving the “Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun” revival of the will, if you can not be suppressed first, go directly to the “justice” Miss “If he can’t suppress it first and go directly to Ms. Justice for treatment, he will only contaminate the other party and make his own psychiatrist also suffer from mental illness, of course, if Ms. Justice can have a Sequence 2 level, she won’t be affected too much.
Currently, the reconstruction of Beckland has been completed, the number of pedestrians coming and going has returned to a level close to the peak, Klein just pushed open the door of the hotel, he heard a variety of voices:
”Wait a minute! Wait!”
”Fresh sea-fish from Prize Harbor, meaty and spiny, perfect for sautéing!”
”Special ginger beer with muffins and french fries!”
”Fresh and hot oyster soup!”
”The freshest vegetables!”
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Most of these voices came from the itinerant street vendors, a few originated from passengers chasing public carriages or pedestrians hit by rushers, and the early morning scroll unfolded with such hustle, bustle, and bustle.
Crane listened to these cries, at once strange and familiar, and gazed silently at the scene before him, without moving for several minutes.
It wasn’t until a thief leaned in close that he thrust his hands into the pockets of his black tweed overcoat and took a step into the nearest café.
”A nice cup of coffee, a lamb stew with tender peas, and a loaf of oatmeal bread.” Crane spoke to the owner of the cheap café.
”Eleven pence in total.” The owner replied after doing some mental math.
Then he added:
”The price of everything has gone up now.”
Without saying anything, Klein took a one-soule bill from the “Source Castle” pile and handed it to the owner.
He then found a seat by the window, where the tabletop wasn’t so greasy, and pulled out a few paper towels to use as a cushion.
Then Klein laid out the letterhead and took out a dark red, round-bellied, absorbent fountain pen.
He looked at the early morning street scene and the pedestrians coming and going for a while before finally putting pen to paper and writing:
”Dear Mr. Aztec:”
”It has been another month since I wrote to you, as I had to slumber for a while. It was not so much an injury as a ritual necessity.”
”When I woke up and walked out into human society again, into the streets, I suddenly recalled my life when I was in Tingen.”
”Back then, the mornings were always boisterous and noisy, with large numbers of citizens leaving their dwellings in a hurry to get to their factories and companies, and itinerant vendors gathering on the streets, hawking vegetables, cooked food and fruits of unguaranteed quality, which were always cheap.”
”I would protect my purse and carefully squeeze through them, heading for the stops and waiting for the public carriages along with many others.”
”I worked at the ‘Blackthorn Security Company’ at 36 Zotland Street and had a great group of coworkers:”
”Dunn Smith is the captain, the supervisor here, an extraordinary man of experience, kind and very responsible. He’s gentle and capable, and loves all his team members equally, his only fault is that he doesn’t have a very good memory, and can turn his head and forget anything that isn’t too important, his most common words are ‘wait, there’s one more thing’, and of course there’s a reason for that, he’s lost too many companions, and would like to see them all stay in his dreams,. So it’s often hard to tell which things belong to reality and which belong to dreams.”
”Old Neil was my first occult teacher, and the most useful skill he taught me was reimbursement. He was always devising strange ritual magic to try to get help from the Goddess, which some worked and some had ridiculous accidents that I can still recall to this day. He was a very kind man, unwilling to hurt others even for the sake of a dream wish.”
”Leonard is a poet with his own secrets, I initially thought he was mysterious and belonged to the hidden, strong people who must be taken seriously, but then I realized that he is essentially a hairy, simple, impulsive, rebellious, spontaneous, not very polite young man, and that he really has no talent for literature, and can only play the role by rote, well, he barely has some good qualities, he’s quite brave , has a keen intuition and terrible reasoning ability in certain things, however, it’s limited to certain things.”
”Fry is an extraordinary person with a cold exterior that makes people afraid to get close to him, but in reality, he is very responsible and enthusiastic, always able to lend his hand when others need help.”
”Cohen Leigh is very short and used to be a civilian employee before he volunteered to become a full-fledged member of the team. He was quite shrewd, but never pushed his luck when it came to cases. Whenever he plays poker, the thing he talks about most is his fiancée.”
”Roxanne is the receptionist of the ‘Blackthorn Security Company’, with a vivacious and somewhat lazy personality, she is loved by everyone and is like a sister to us. She loves each and every one of us equally, but hates all the official team members very much because her father was also once an Official Extraordinary, and later died heroically in the line of duty. Perhaps, in her mind, an official team member can be equated with someone who receives a sick note.”
”Mrs. Oleanna is the accountant, a victim of a Transcendent case, she’s showy and gentle, pursues a refined life, usually doesn’t say much, but takes care of everyone, and never gives us a hard time about our finances, for example, she rarely rejects Old Neil’s reimbursement claims, even if the reason is ridiculous, and just leaves it to the captain to decide.”
”Ms. Sija Teang had rare gray hair and was an unsuccessful writer. She is distinguished and quiet, not at all like an extraordinary person fighting in the dark. She was equally brave and determined, and did not flinch even in the face of death.”
”Ms. Loyo is much like Frye, someone who doesn’t say much but cares deeply about her colleagues, well, except at the poker table.”
”Brett is the best report writer on the clerical staff, a romantic gentleman who still loves his wife even after fifteen years of marriage. He will live well, I think, for he lives by the maxim that the less you know, the longer you live.”
”Sizer Francis is our coachman, and is clearly considered a civilian, but is often exposed to dangerous scenes, so the captain has left the purchase and requisitioning of supplies to him. His lack of presence was probably the key to his staying alive.”
”I occasionally think that if all those things hadn’t happened later, I would still be living in Tingen, going to work on time every day, rotating through the underground, dealing with the few cases that come my way, playing cards with my coworkers, and accompanying Melissa and Benson and the others to a play or circus show every now and then. If I can get home early any day, I study food, which is a great hobby of mine. When the weekend comes, I may come to visit you and exchange information with you about the history of various fields ……”
”Unfortunately, life always pushes us to keep moving forward and face change after change head on.”