Outside the "Brave" bar, a horse-drawn taxi drove by.

In the carriage, Crane, wearing a half-height silk top hat, and Sharon, still wearing a black Gothic court dress, sat opposite each other.

Looking at the expressionless pale face of the former bodyguard lady, Klein really had no way to say hello, so he could only go straight to the point:

"I'm ready. ”

Although Sequence 6 "Faceling" only gives him one extraordinary ability, the ones he possessed before have also been significantly improved, and his strength has been greatly enhanced as a result, which is the best preparation.

And the ability of the "Faceling" itself, in some occasions and certain circumstances, can be called a miracle!

For example, when you are being chased and killed, for example, when you want to infiltrate...... Klein couldn't help but imagine in his heart.

Sharon listened quietly and said succinctly:

"Tonight?"

Her tail rose slightly to indicate that she was asking.

"If you don't have a problem, then I don't have a problem either. Klein responded preparedly.

"Good. Sharon nodded.

The scene was quiet for a few seconds, and Klein pondered before asking:

"Have you ever heard of a mermaid, and do you know where you can find this legendary creature?"

Sharon's blue eyes looked at Klein unblinking, as if transformed into a real puppet.

After a while, she said without emotional fluctuations:

"Where human footprints can reach, there are no mermaids.

"Only fishermen in the Gargas Islands occasionally hear mermaid songs in storms during their voyages to hunt white-tailed whales. ”

Located in the depths of the Sunia Sea, the Gargas archipelago is the farthest point of human colonization on this ocean, featuring products such as whale oil, whale meat, etc.

I don't know if this rumor is true or false...... Klein bowed slightly:

"I see. ”

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

The bells of the night rang silently, as if they had come from a very distant place.

There was an abandoned chapel in the middle of Williams Street, with withered vines crawling all over the walls and gray stones falling everywhere.

Inside the chapel, excrement and debris are intertwined, stone piles and dead grass are interspersed.

In the half-collapsed corner, a middle-aged man in a black tight-fitting suit moved away the stones that hid the entrance to the cave, carrying digging tools, lighting utensils, and a basket for transporting earth, and carefully and excitedly burrowed into the tunnel.

He had gray temples and puffy eyes, and he was a descendant of the Quaternary Tudor family, who was considered to be mentally ill from Baron Raft Pound.

This gentleman, who was always entangled with high-ranking call girls, had a solemn expression at this time, and his eyes were shining, and there was no sign of indulging in wine at all.

He propped his elbows on the ground and crawled diagonally downward, as if the end of the tunnel held the greatest and only hope of his life.

It didn't take long for him to touch the damp dirt and cold stone in front of him.

This did not quench the enthusiasm of Raft Pound, who repeated the movements he had become extremely skilled in for some time.

Digging, carrying, transporting, suddenly, in front of him, a dark underground palace appeared.

Raft Pound's expression was furious, and he jerked forward and grabbed a black iron crest.

On the coat of arms was a hand holding a scepter, and Raft Pound's eyes lit up as if they were burning.

As soon as he put the black iron coat of arms on his chest, everything in front of him was shattered, and he was still in the small, irregular tunnel, still damp dirt and cold stones in front of him.

No, in addition to that, there was a person there who quietly "watched" him.

That's a man without eyes, without a nose, without a mouth, without eyebrows, without ears!

Raft Pound's pupils shrank, and he felt the paralysis rise from the waist down, along his spine, to the back of his head.

He didn't even think about it, he immediately dropped all his utensils and retreated frantically.

His elbows slammed into the ground, bloody and bloody, but he didn't feel a single pain.

Eventually, Raft Pound left the tunnel and returned to the abandoned chapel.

Because of the loss of the lantern, he could only see the deep darkness and the dim "crimson" that shrouded the edges.

Suddenly, the withered vines that climbed the wall shook like snakes, and a figure came out of the night.

She wears a long Gothic court dress, a small black floppy hat, a face that is so pale that it is almost transparent, and pale blonde hair and blue eyes that do not resemble humans.

Raft Pound almost shouted, such a woman in such an environment is no different from a ghost story in folklore!

Da, da, da!

He took a few steps back and nearly tripped over a stone.

At this moment, he seemed to remember something, suppressed his fear, and showed an expression of apprehension and hope, excitement and anticipation:

"You, you're the evil spirit in the underground palace?

"Yes, it must be you!"

From Lord Baron, you seem to have misunderstood something...... "Faceling" Crane emerged from the tunnels and stood quietly in the shadows.

He and Sharon's plan was to scare Raft Pound away so that he would never dare to peek into the underground ruins, but the reaction of the other party was somewhat unexpected.

Sharon paused for a second and asked by default:

"What do you want to say?"

Raft Pound quietly exhaled, outlined the corners of his mouth, and said:

"After so many years of trying, I think you should have understood that killing the descendants of the Tudor family will not help you break the seal.

"Only by working with me, who is in the blood of Tudor's great blood, can you hope to escape a predicament that has lasted for more than two thousand years. ”

The Tudots knew about the existence of evil spirits, but they died in that room anyway...... Crane frowned suspiciously, grabbed Sharron's mouth before he could speak, and imitated the other party's illusory and ethereal voice:

"Why didn't you come until today?"

This is an offshoot of the Faceling's extraordinary ability to simulate the sound of a target, and if you hear it, you can reproduce it!

Of course, Klein believes that he will not be able to repeat the whispers of the "True Creator" and the cries for help of Mr. "The Door", an extraordinary ability that is currently limited to the realm of ordinary people.

Sharon turned her head covertly and glanced at him, but did not debunk it.

Raft Pound didn't notice it, and laughed:

"Because the 'Black Emperor' appeared.

"Fate tells me that the glory of the 'Blood Emperor' is about to reappear!"

Is there any logic to this? Klein somehow feels that Raft Pound is more of a madman today than he was before.

He asked again in Sharon's voice:

"Black Emperor?"

"Haha. Raft Pound laughed, "Yes, the Rogue 'Black Emperor', he must have a close connection with the real 'Black Emperor'!"

How could I not know? Klein laughed.

He thought about it, stopped talking, and gave up the right to ask questions.

And Sharon, for some reason, also remained silent.

Seeing this, Raft Pound was overjoyed and hurriedly asked:

"So, what is your answer?"

"I refuse. Sharon replied without a hint of emotion.

Raft suppressed his anxiety and tried to persuade the other party again.

At that moment, his eyes suddenly straightened, and he took a few steps to the side, coming to a stone wall that was still intact.

This...... Crane and Sharon sensed the anomaly at the same time, and each responded, one pulling out the revolver and aiming at Raft Pound, the other causing the ruinous chapel to be sprinkled with crimson moonlight.

Raft Pound didn't even look at them, he was facing the stone wall, and he slammed his head his back.

Knock! Knock!

He hit it three times in a row, and fainted with a bleeding forehead.

Then, he crawled up again, his eyes bloodshot for some reason.

Raft Pound raised his right hand and wiped his forehead, leaving his palm covered in blood.

He stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked the scarlet liquid, and said intoxicatedly:

"Tudor's bloodline is so delicious, it's simply intoxicating.

"This will push my abomination beyond the limit to the maximum, helping me to expand the boundaries of the seal for a short time. ”

Klein's muzzle was aimed at the other party, and he asked with a little astonishment:

"Evil spirits in the ruins?"

Raft Pound had a wisp of blood running down his face, and he laughed horrifiedly:

"You guessed it right.

"I judged that you were weak before, and I wanted to pollute your spirit, enter your dreams, and trick you into saving me, who knows, hehe, you are also a person with secrets. ”

Don't be so direct...... Klein subconsciously glanced at Sharon and saw that she was normal.

"What do you want to do?" Klein asked directly.

The evil spirit sighed:

"I am just an innocent person who has been mutilated by the ambitions of Arista Tudor, trapped in that underground ruins for nearly or more than two thousand years because of the restraint of the corpse.

"I want you to help me out of this situation and make me a free spirit, and I swear, I will not deal with innocent people. ”

Speaking of which, he looked at Sharon with bloodshot eyes:

"You should be the 'resentful spirit' of the xenopath, the next step is to become a demigod, I don't know if you have a potion recipe for 'puppet', but I can help you obtain, and even become an integral part of your ritual, this is the reward I promised. ”

"Puppet", sequence 4 of the xenopathy is called "puppet"? strange name...... Klein muttered inwardly.

The evil spirit turned to him:

"You're also paid.

"It was an object of wonder and preciousness, for its bearer had been brought to the Underground Palace by some attraction, and died beside the descendants of Tudor.

"This is what it looks like. ”

As he spoke, the evil spirit spread out his palms, making the crimson moonlight condense into a picture.

Inside the screen, there is a normal-sized tarot card with a very different image from the others, and the person seated in the chariot is not a king, but a male priest wearing a crimson robe.

The priest looks like Russell Gustaf!

This...... Klein's gaze shifted instantly, and he saw the starlight in the upper left corner condensed into a line of text:

"Sequence 0: Red Priest!"

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