In a small town just outside of Beckland.

Dressed in dry and clean clothes, Klein placed the soaked banknotes on the surface of the table one by one, waiting for them to dry naturally in the warm room.

In this process, he moved cautiously and very gently, and even the sneezes and coughs brought by the cold and fever were forcibly suppressed.

To make sure there were no mistakes, he didn't control the heat and bake it himself.

With all this done, he walked to the corner of the hotel room, where a full-length mirror was placed.

In the mirror, Klein's black hair was neatly combed, he had dark brown eyes, and his face was rather thin and angular.

He has gold-rimmed eyes on the bridge of his nose and no beard on the edge of his mouth, and he looks young and experienced.

This is Zhou Mingrui's appearance that he changed according to the racial characteristics of the Northern Continent, and he was vigorous and not fattened by society when he was in college.

He planned to wait for things to calm down a bit, and then go back to Beckland, and by the way, get a legal identity for what he is now - compared to leaving Tingen, he has no shortage of corresponding channels, such as Ian in the "Brave" bar, such as Miss Sharon's circle, such as Detective Isenger Stanton.

I miss it so much...... Crane whispered, busily working in the room where the curtains had long been drawn, preparing to bring "wriggling hunger" into the gray mist and do foolproof research.

In the silence of the ancient palace, he appeared at the top of the long bronze table, holding a light glove made of human skin, leaning back in his chair.

Immediately afterward, he closed his eyes and extended his spirituality into the object that needed to be sealed.

He immediately felt the hunger of the glove, as if it had a stomach pouch that could never be filled, but it was so tame above the gray mist that it did not dare to shed even a trace of malice, like a hound lying there, not daring to move.

Then, Crane heard unwilling cries and painful moans.

Distorted, hideous, wailing transparent faces immediately stood out in his inspiration, filled with unbearable sadness and madness.

These "faces" are deeply integrated with the extraordinary characteristics of different colors, different states, and different expressions, and wherever Crane's spirituality spreads, it can be combined with the corresponding "faces" and use the abilities it possesses.

Klein tried again and again, combined with divination, and roughly figured out which five souls "Wriggling Hunger" currently "grazes".

One is the "Faceling", but only with the ability to change appearance and figure;

The second is a "psychiatrist", who can make the target fall into a state of frenzy, can make certain psychological hints, can simulate dragon power, deter individuals and groups, and create chaos;

The third is the "Inquisitor", who can make the wearer of the gloves proficient in the use of various weapons, become an expert in explosives, and have the ability to unite the spirit and pierce the target spirit;

The fourth is the "nightmare", which has only one ability, which is to drag people into dreams silently, but unlike the corresponding extraordinary, this mainly relies on "wriggling hunger" to complete, so the wearer can still move his body after entering the nightmare state;

The fifth is the "Priest of Light", which can produce a halo-like effect, purifying the necromantic and filthy creatures within a certain range, and at the same time, he also has the "Singer" to enhance the singing voice of himself and his companions, and can summon the "Divine Light" that is weaker than the "Yang Yan".

The limit is five souls and the ability to be used under the initial "grazing...... It's not up to you to decide, it's just a matter of luck, maybe there are three, maybe only one...... Crane nodded thoughtfully, sighed, and said to those painful souls:

"No matter what kind of person you were before, I will gradually free you from your imprisonment and get complete liberation.

"And the souls I graze will only come from those who are too sinful to forgive, and for every time I kill one of these extraordinary beings, I will allow one of you to be replaced and liberated, whether or not his power is needed by me. ”

His solemn but soft voice echoed through the ancient palace, and the wailing souls of pain fell silent, no longer so twisted and hideous.

Call...... Klein exhaled, opened his eyes, tapped the edge of the ancient long table with his fingers, and muttered to himself silently:

"That 'Faceling' ability overlaps with me, and is completely worthless, and when there is a replacement, I will release him first, well, when the time comes, you can try to channel, talk to him, and maybe get the news of the high sequence of the 'Fortune Teller' path, and a clue to where the mermaid is infested...... No, you don't have to wait for a replacement, after a few days, the cold is cured and the state is restored, you can try it......

"The soul corresponding to the 'Priest of Light' should be able to complete the formula I obtained before, and he will also leave the corresponding extraordinary characteristics, so that the little 'Sun' will not have to worry about subsequent promotions, well, he will be the second ...... to be liberated"

"As for the 'Wriggling Hunger' thing that has to be fed with a human soul and flesh every time it is used, I don't need to care, I will definitely not use it normally, I will inevitably face a terrible enemy when I need it, in that kind of battle, there will definitely be no shortage of lives that can be harvested, even if I don't, I can throw the 'Wriggling Hunger' on the gray mist, I don't have to worry about it back, and I won't hurt the innocent, the worst result is that I can't use it anymore......"

Putting his mind away, Crane tried to use the magical item "Wriggling Hunger" to divinate the "Shepherd" potion recipe, but in the end he only reaped the results of failure.

He did not divinate the source of "wriggling hunger", and was worried about provoking a bad existence.

Although there was a gray mist to cut off and block, he was not afraid to endanger himself, but in that case, the "wriggling hunger" might be damaged.

Wait until you don't need it anymore before you try it...... Crane leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

He quickly recalled what had happened before, and keenly noticed one detail:

"After the 'Master Key' was destroyed, the extraordinary properties did not disappear, but became particles of light, striving to coalesce......

"It is foreseeable that the 'apprentice' character that will eventually take shape no longer originates from Mr. Men's cry.

In other words, in this way, the spiritual pollution within the extraordinary properties can be removed!

"But the problem is that, under normal circumstances, there is no way to destroy the extraordinary properties of solidified objects, and at that time it relied on a ritual that allowed the true god to descend, and the precursors required included a large number of innocent lives......

"Moreover, once the 'All Black Eye' is shattered, the spiritual pollution of the 'True Creator' hidden deep inside will inevitably explode, and when the time comes, who will be able to withstand it?

In the midst of all these thoughts, Klein remembered what might happen to the East End, and busily showed up his pen and paper to do the corresponding divination.

After receiving the revelation, he lost his expression and leaned back in his chair slowly, slowly.

Below him, the infinite gray mist rose and fell silently for eternity.

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

Audrey stood by the window, watching the light yellow and iron black mist quickly dissipate, watching the heavy rain that did not belong to winter fall majestically, and her mood was much calmer.

It didn't take long for her and Susie to finally wait for Count Hall to come home.

"How's it going, Daddy?" asked Audrey with concern.

Count Hall smiled mildly as he handed his coat and hat to the waiter:

"Solved, but the specific process is not clear, my little princess, you really helped a lot this time, you deserve a ton of medals!"

That's good, that's good...... Thanks to Mr. Fool's reminder, and thanks to His Dependents who ventured into the investigation...... We, the Tarot Society, have once again prevented the evil gods from descending, and once again saved the world! Audrey's heart was filled with pride.

Count Hall took the towel from the maid's hand, wiped his face, and sighed:

"But this time there were still more serious casualties, and the smog in Beckland could have become so deadly...... Although the statistics are not yet available, I estimate that more than 10,000 people have died in the East, Docklands, and Factory Districts, and the plague is still spreading, so you should try not to go out lately. ”

More than 10,000 people? This is a number that Audrey can understand but cannot imagine, and it is only on the founding day of the country that she can see thousands of people gathered together during the parade of floats.

However, this did not prevent her from feeling heavy and depressed.

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

Daisy stood outside the apartment, watching the doctors and nurses in white coats and large masks enter and carry out corpses.

She already knew the result, her expression was numb, her eyes were empty, and she subconsciously approached the door.

At this time, the police in charge of the cordon stopped her:

"Don't go over, do you want to get the plague?"

Daisy stopped there and watched the two bodies being carried out, as her mother Liv hugged her sister Freya tightly, as they were carried to the makeshift delivery wagon surrounded by black cloths, and as they disappeared before her eyes covered with white cloths.

The carriage drove slowly, toward the other side of the street.

At this time, Daisy seemed to wake up from a dream, and she turned her body and ran as fast as she could, chasing the carriage.

After the rain, the ground was unusually muddy, and she fell down and got up several times, leaving her body with stains.

However, she still couldn't catch up with the carriage and watched it disappear around the corner.

Daisy slowed down, her body swaying slightly, her expression unusually dull.

She held on to the trees beside the street and watched intently where the carriage had left.

Suddenly, her whole body softened, and a cry came out of her throat:

"Mom......

"Freya ......"

The voice was thin, low, sharp and weak, lingering.

At this moment, in the Eastern District, in the dock area, in the factory area, there are tens of thousands of people who are also screaming and crying.

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

Queens, Sodrrack Palace.

George III, wearing a crown with a resolute face and a mustache, sat on the throne and looked at the Count of the Palace in front of him, silent for a long time.

"Your Majesty, the people of the three major churches are waiting outside for your explanation. The Earl of the Palace asked with a sweat on his forehead.

"Explanation? Prince Edsak was tempted by a witch to collude with the cult and try to rebel, this is the explanation! His conspiracy has been exposed, and he has already ruled himself, what more explanation do they want!" George III suddenly became furious.

He took a breath and returned to his usual seriousness:

"You tell them that whoever gets the title will get a seat in the House of Lords no matter how they get it, that the property restrictions on elections will be relaxed, and that invalid constituencies will be cleared, which is a reassurance to the factory owners and the bankers.

"In the same vein, the Air Pollution Investigation Commission will immediately come to its conclusions, the relevant bills will be passed soon, and the minimum guarantees and working hours will be enacted in law in the near future!

"The Poor Law will be reformed as they demand...... Allow the three major churches to send personnel into the military!"

"Your Majesty......" The Count of the Palace was startled when he heard this.

Such a concession was simply beyond his imagination, especially the last one.

George III was furious again:

"Tell them so! If they want a new order, I'll give them a new order!"

"Yes, Your Majesty. The Count of the Palace did not dare to say any more, and withdrew from the palace.

George III sat there unmoved for a long time, like a stone statue.

I don't know how long it took, but his expression suddenly softened.

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