The black "spirit threads" of different beings appeared in Crane's eyes, but he did not immediately extend his own spirituality to try to manipulate it.

After identifying and confirming which "spirit threads" belonged to Mosona, he took a sip of malt beer and watched the boxing match in the ring intently, like a real spectator.

The two fighters were shirtless and unarmed, and they fought very hard, and they kept clashing and punching to the flesh, and the situation quickly became intense.

Many drunkard gamblers on the spectators saw the adrenaline rush, and feverishly shouted the name of the fighter they supported, and shouted:

"Shoot him!"

"Fuck this bitch!"

On the second floor, Mosona also forgot the cigar in his hand and stared intently at the ring below, one hand already clenched into a fist.

The people around him, except for the bodyguards who had to turn their backs to him, except for the suspicious people around him and important areas such as under the roof, inevitably focused their attention on the blood-pumping boxing match.

Crane raised his hand again and took a sip of his beer, seemingly out of breath from the tense atmosphere.

At this time, his spirituality quietly spread out, grasping the illusory black line corresponding to Mosona.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...... The rosacea-nosed Mosona was just about to move his fist slightly, as if he was fighting in the ring, when his head suddenly went wooden.

He only felt that the scene around him suddenly became a little strange, as if several layers of thick glass had been added.

Mosona then noticed that his thoughts were noticeably sluggish, and all the parts in his head seemed to suddenly rust.

Because the target was just an ordinary person, and the strength of the spirit body was far inferior to that of an extraordinary person, it didn't take Crane 20 seconds to initially control the other party.

7 seconds!

Just 7 seconds!

Worst...... Something went wrong...... Should be...... Ability comparison...... Special...... The Extraordinary...... Mosona, who often interacts with pirates, is no stranger to the mysterious world, so he will spend a lot of money to ask extraordinary people to protect himself, if it is not for the early collapse of his body by the wine, his spirit is relatively weak, his state has been bad, and the probability of taking potions will be out of control, he wants to let himself directly obtain the supernatural power.

At this moment, because of his sluggish thoughts and inexperience, it took more than ten seconds for Mosona to figure out that he had been attacked, and immediately stretched out his arms, opened his mouth, and tried to call for help.

However, his movements were so slow, the voice in his throat was so weak, the bodyguards around him were watching the tense and fierce boxing match intently, the shouts of the audience were rising wave after wave, and the attention of the outer guards was in the place where it might be attacked.

When the climax of the game temporarily subsided, some of the bodyguards and subordinates looked back at the boss, only to see that Mosona's eyes were a little dull, the position of his hands was not too normal, and he seemed to be still immersed in the boxing match, anxiously waiting for the final result.

Tears welled up in the corners of the underworld's eyes, and he tried to let go of his five fingers, trying to get the cigar to hit the ground and attract attention.

But to his despair, his mind grew slower and stiffer, and a simple action seemed to take more than a minute to complete, while his fingers were still fighting against his thoughts!

Syllable!

The burning cigar finally fell to the floor, and Mosona's tears ran down his face and down his neck.

Several bodyguards found out about the incident and were about to ask the leader if he was too excited about the game, when Mosona suddenly buried himself and picked up the cigar while wiping his face.

"It's a good game! give money to the winner!" Mosona flicked his cigar and pulled his collar, grinning in the corners of his mouth.

He didn't say exactly how much to add, because Klein didn't understand the market at all, so he could only explain vaguely.

Yes, the Mosona of the "New Rune Party" has become his puppet!

Because this gangster is just an ordinary person, and his spirit strength is even weaker than that of a normal human with good health, it only took him two minutes and fifteen seconds!

If it takes a little longer, he'll have to be distracted by illusions to create chaos so that the bodyguards will only be able to protect Mosona before they can spot his anomaly.

"Shoot him!"

"Shoot him!"

......

The shouts of the crowd suddenly became uniform, and the battle in the ring came to an end, and Mosona also motioned for the bodyguards to continue watching the match.

When one of the fighters collapsed unconscious, Mosona took a puff on his cigar and said:

"Go to the room.

"I'm going to take a break. ”

"Yes, boss (boss). His bodyguards and men immediately swarmed him into the second-floor hallway and helped him open the door to the lounge.

After instructing the guards to guard the key positions and not to come in and disturb him, Mosona paced back and forth, opened the safe, found the documents involving the new drugs, and sifted through the most important ones.

He then put the papers and the address slip cut out of the newspaper into a briefcase, along with all £758 in cash.

With a squeak, he opened the door and called out to one of his men:

"Throw this bag under the third street lamp in Corner Alley. ”

"Yes, sir. His men didn't ask why.

It's the rule!

Closing the door again, Mosona found three candles and spiritual objects, and carefully traced the emblem corresponding to the "fool" with a pen and white paper—a special symbol consisting of half a "pupilless eye" that symbolizes secrecy and half a "twisted thread" that symbolizes change.

Then, the gangster, who has become a puppet, lights candles, substitutes perfume for essential oils and hydrosols, and earnestly performs a ritual of asking for a gift.

He whispered the name of "The Fool", recited the corresponding incantation in the ancient Hermetian language, which he didn't know at all, and then picked up the spiritual object, let it melt into the wind, and built an illusory gate with the changing candle flame - if he didn't find a spiritual item, Crane's plan was to use the blood of Mosona, human blood is a spiritual thing in itself!

In the bathroom on the first floor, Klein seized the opportunity and took four steps backwards to the gray mist.

He didn't use the "Black Emperor" card, he directly leveraged some of the power of this mysterious space, connected them with the paper figures, and shook them into the door of sacrifice and giving.

The paper man immediately turned into an angel with twelve pairs of wings on his back, flew through the illusory and mysterious gate, passed through the dark and deep void, and arrived at Mosona.

This is interfering with the investigation of divination, prophecy, and other extraordinary abilities that may exist in the future!

Immediately afterward, Klein picked up the "Wriggling Hunger" and threw it into the ritual gate as well!

"Creeping Hunger" came to the real world with the help of the ritual of asking for gifts, and came to Mosona, and it suddenly became restless after not eating for a long time!

At this time, Klein also returned to the bathroom, and once again, from a distance of several tens of meters, manipulated Mosona, who had frozen before, to close his mouth tightly and pick up the gloves on the "altar".

A crack immediately opened in the center of the glove, and there were two rows of illusory, white Sensen's teeth inside!

The puppet senses that Crane had acquired quickly weakened, and he immediately lifted his control.

The slight regurgitation made his head a little dizzy, but it didn't take long for him to return to normal.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he left the bathroom and returned to the bar, where he continued to drink the malt beer he had not finished.

At the same time, he found a rat on the second floor with the help of the "Spirit Line", and turned the other party into his puppet in less than two minutes.

The rat moved awkwardly and unskillfully to find the cave and the path, and it took a certain amount of time to enter Mosona's common room from the place hidden by the bookshelves.

At this time, a thin glove made of human skin was lying quietly on the ground, and Mosona did not have even the scraps of his clothes left.

The mouse climbed onto the table, picked up the paper with the symbol "Fool" in his mouth, and brought it to the burning candle.

The paper was quickly ignited and reduced to ashes.

After extinguishing the three candles and getting them back to their original places, the rat came to the "wriggling hunger" and picked up the glove.

Then, it went back the way it came, leaving Mosona's lounge.

It lurked all the way to the balcony on the second floor, and climbed down silently.

Ground floor, bar counter.

Crane took the last sip of his beer, put down his glass, and stood up slowly.

He pressed his half-height silk top hat, inserted his hands into the pockets of his long black double-breasted gown, and walked unhurriedly past the drunkard gamblers into the street.

Following the glow of the gas lamp, he came to the corner alley at a normal speed, pulled out the paper figure, shook it and lit it, and picked up the briefcase under the third lamp pole.

At this moment, a gray rat with a thin human skin glove in its mouth jumped up from the shadows.

Crane bent over again with a blank face and picked up "Wriggling Hunger".

Then, the gray rat walked away on its own, crawled into a garbage can, and lay there, completely out of breath.

In the night that had already fallen, Klein, illuminated by the light of the gas street lamp, stood there, unhurriedly spread his five fingers, and put the "wriggling hunger" on his left hand.

Moving his knuckles and getting used to his gloves, he grabbed his briefcase and disappeared at the street intersection past the still-lively and vibrant "Oak Bar".

............

After affixing the briefcase with the address slip and stamp it had taken out and placing it in the mailbox on the corner, Klein reverted to Gelman Sparrow and rode a horse-drawn taxi to another bar in the harbor.

That's one of the more pirate bars Anderson offers!

Entering the bar, Klein swept his gaze and took in the general appearance of the inside.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.

This figure is of medium height, with purple lips and strong malice hidden in his brown eyes, it is none other than the second mate of the "Immortal King" Agaritu, the "Slayer" Gilcias with a bounty of 9,500 pounds!

Obviously, after escaping the exit from the dangerous sea, the "Death" also came to the nearest island of Tuscat to seek supplies!

It's here too...... The corners of Klein's mouth hooked slightly, and he found that there was no more suitable hunt for "demons" than by chance!

As soon as he had a bad thought, Gilcias noticed it, and looked sideways at the entrance of the bar.

Without hesitation, Klein grabbed the beer on the table next to him and threw it over.

Immediately after, he pulled out the revolver and aimed indifferently at that side.

Bang!

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