Chapter 32 Gifts
On a moonlit night, in the garden at 160 Berklund Street.
A gray mouse crawled out of the cave and rushed to the bottom of the balcony of the master bedroom.
A small ball of paste-like black matter floated down, and was pushed on the head by the mouse as if performing acrobatics.
It turned quickly and ran out of 160 Berklund Street to the entrance of a nearby sewer.
At this time, the gray mouse raised its front body and stretched out its two paws.
Its claws suddenly elongated strangely, and groups of clearly visible muscles appeared on the front legs!
Then, relying on its mutated front paws, it moved the manhole cover abruptly, making almost no sound!
Without pausing, the gray mouse got into the sewer, all the way to the place where the witch Triss was hiding.
It dug and dug in the corner, and dug out a mirror fragment from the dirt.
After finishing all this, the gray mouse threw the paste-like black thing on the top of its head to a cleaner place nearby, and retreated to the corner by itself, allowing its body to slowly grow longer and wider as if being pulled by an invisible person, turning into a man in a dark red coat. The middle-aged man wearing an old three-cornered hat seems to be the "Admiral of Blood" who used to be active at sea.
However, this Senor has only a thin layer of body and clothing, like a dummy cut out of paper.
"This mouse is quite fat..." The paper-like "Admiral of Blood" raised his hand and touched his chin, and was almost blown by the cold wind in the sewer.
It was Klein who spoke. In the master bedroom, he manipulated the "spiritual body thread" to transform a mouse into a secret puppet, and sent it to carry "ritual materials" to the sewer to try to contact the witch Triss.
"Senior", whose arms were constantly twisting and turning with the wind and movements, bent down and picked up the paste-like black thing, which was left after Triss burned a strand of hair with black flames, but Used as a liaison ceremony.
Immediately afterwards, he wiped off the shard of the mirror, and applied the material in his hand to it.
After completing this step, Klein asked Secret Puppet to take two steps back with the "mirror", and slapped it on the mossy wall, like a realistic oil painting.
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In the East District, in a room with heavy curtains and almost no light.
The black and slippery "tentacles" are entangled in layers, forming a huge ball.
At the top of these "tentacles", some have a black and white eyeball, and some have grown into the shape of a poisonous snake's head, with their mouths slightly parted, spitting out letters, all of which are strange and frightening.
Suddenly, they either raised or retracted, and the ball disintegrated layer by layer.
In the center of the ball is a girl curled up into a ball. She has an unusually sweet appearance, her brows are tightly frowned, and her expression is slightly distorted by pain, which is extremely pitiful.
Those greasy and disgusting "tentacles" have all retracted at this time, rapidly shrinking, and finally returned to their original appearance:
Black and beautiful hair!
The girl covered with soft and long hair softened her expression, got up slowly, walked to the side of the bed that had been divided into small pieces, picked up the nightdress that fell to the ground, and put it on her body.
Then, she brushed her black hair together, came to the full-length mirror, stretched out her right palm, and wiped the glass surface.
A layer of black flames then ignited, quietly burning the air and then quickly extinguished without a trace, leaving behind a dark and deep mirror.
In the mirror, light and shadow floated, quickly showing the dirty and muddy sewer environment, and a middle-aged man wearing an old tricorne hat and a dark red coat was sticking thinly against the wall, looking down at the girl who was far away, as if Famous paintings that come to life.
The girl with rounder face and slender eyes looked at each other quietly for two seconds, then burst out laughing.
With the blooming of her smile, the room with almost no light seemed brighter for a moment.
She then opened her lips lightly and said in a teasing tone:
"Mr. Gehrman Sparrow, is this the madness and ruthlessness of the strongest adventurer?
"Or, I actually know a clown?"
Klein was not at all surprised that the witch Triss could recognize his identity as Gehrman Sparrow. After all, he used "Admiral of Blood" Senor's name when he met her. image, and this pirate general has already become the prey of Gehrman Sparrow.
Back then Triss hid in the sewer due to injury, and she focused on the investigation of revenge before. She didn't know all kinds of news at sea, and she didn't know that the experience of "Admiral of Blood" was quite normal and she could recover. After leaving there, if she Before figuring out the latest news about her collaborator, I can only say that she is completely unqualified in both the "assassin" and "instigator" stages.
Obviously, Triss's performance in the past proves that she can turn from bad to bad, and her mind is still fine.
Klein didn't argue, and Senior, who was manipulating the paper doll's state, smiled and responded simply:
"Why can't clowns be crazy and ruthless?"
Without waiting for Triss to answer, he turned to ask:
"To what extent have you investigated the chief of the palace guard?"
Triss looked a little gloomy and said:
"It will take at least another month to have a result, maybe even two months."
"If you need any help, you can come to me." Klein emphasized again.
Triss said with a "huh":
"In Backlund, in this game, strength cannot solve all problems.
"Of course, I never waste an opportunity to take advantage of someone else.
"Mr. Gehrman Sparrow, since there is no need to hide your identity, can you give me a more convenient contact method?"
Why does it feel like being asked for a mobile phone number... Klein thought for a while, and calmly described the steps of summoning Miss Messenger, not forgetting to emphasize that gold coins are important ritual materials.
Triss didn't say any more, and stretched out her right hand again, touching the mirror lightly.
The black flame rose and disappeared, and the full-length mirror returned to normal.
In the sewer, the "Admiral of Blood" Senor in the paper doll state buried the mirror fragment in the soil again, then made his body shrink rapidly, turning back into the appearance of a gray mouse, rushing all the way to the depths of the underground world. place, feeding itself to carnivorous creatures.
160 Boklund Street, Klein closed the curtains and returned to the easy chair.
Frankly speaking, he kind of regrets working with Triss.
He felt that that guy was burdened with some will of the "Primary Witch", and he could do nothing for revenge, just like a moving bomb, he didn't know when it would get out of control.
If Triss mutated, it would very likely create a terrible disaster... I shouldn't have let her go in the first place... Klein sighed, and began to arrange the ceremony, bringing the paste-like black thing into the gray mist Above, trying to divination Triss's current whereabouts and recent status through them.
Twenty or thirty seconds later, he reaped the result of failure.
This made him even more worried, because this result showed that Triss had become the favored person of the "primordial witch" to some extent.
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The next morning, Klein, who had breakfast, began to guide the butler Walter and the new butler assistant Richardson to distribute the gifts he brought back from the southern continent.
This is a full suitcase, including Filmer coffee beans, East Balam tobacco, valley wine, human bone statues and other special products.
They will be sent to the hands of different neighbors in the block, representing Dawn Dantès' wishes and announcing his return on social occasions.
"Well, when you give this bottle of valley wine to Mr. Macht or his wife, remember to mention that it is suitable for making sour cocktails, and it is a perfect partner with lemon juice." Klein reminded the butler Walter.
——Every gift is also particular about who you give it to, and it must be combined with the other person's hobbies. Of course, the most popular product in the Southern Continent, Doningsman Hair Tonic, is not suitable as a gift, because it is more like a mockery.
Walter nodded solemnly and said:
"Yes, sir."
When the employer had no other orders, Richardson glanced at the remaining pile of presents and asked:
"Where are they going?"
"This is for the staff of the Charity Grant Fund, I will deliver it myself." Klein smiled and said.
He immediately pointed to the golden amulet in his hand and said:
"I missed the birth of Dr. Allen's child, so I need to come to express my apology in person. Hehe, I will go there in the afternoon and give this amulet unique to the Southern Continent to that child."
Of course, the baby Will Auceptin Chris would probably not like it... Compared to this, he, he, would rather have ice cream... After finishing speaking, Klein muttered a few words in his heart.
After Mr. Butler and Richardson went out one after another, and took gifts and servants to different neighbors' houses, Klein got into his own carriage and arrived at the "Luen Charity Student Fund" at No. 22 Percefield Street.
After getting out of the carriage, he walked in front, and behind him was the personal servant Enyuni, who was holding a lot of gifts. Whenever he met a staff member along the way, he would go up to say hello and make a gift.
Just like that, Klein went up to the second floor, arrived at one of the director's offices, bent his fingers, and tapped on the concealed door.
"Please come in." Audrey Hall's soft voice came out.
As a senior "spectator", she had discovered that Mr. Dawn Dantès had come to the "Luen Charity Scholarship Fund" before, and she had been waiting patiently.
Klein pushed the door open, took out a small gift box from the inside pocket of his clothes, and said with a gentle smile:
"I came back from the Southern Continent. Well, this business was very successful. I brought some small gifts to everyone. I hope I can share my joy."
He specifically mentioned this to show that he remembered Miss Justice's request.
"Then I can't find a reason to refuse." Audrey smiled expectantly.
This is not to say that she cares about what gift Mister "World" will give, but that she is curious about what gift Mr. "World" will give.
After receiving the gift box, she opened the package in front of Dwayne Dantès, and found that inside was a white feather as the main body, with light yellow patterns painted on it.
"This is a hat ornament." Klein explained, "People with a certain social status in East Balam like to put various white feathers on different parts of their bodies as accessories. Among them, the ones on the hat are the most valuable and the most expensive. Meaningful, this is said to come from the custom of worshiping the feathered snake, hehe, the feathered snake is a symbol of death there."
And the feather he asked the craftsmen from the Southern Continent to make the hat decorations was a by-product of the Artificial Death Project and could be used as a sacrifice.
Klein once obtained three, and used one in Bayam. Combined with the corresponding copper whistle messenger, he summoned a monster polluted and mutated by the artificial death god. One was sacrificed to the "artificial death god" in the southern continent, and he obtained Ince .Zangwill's Apocalypse, which is the last one left.
Because the current "Artificial Grim Reaper" is actually equal to the "Evernight Goddess" to a certain extent, Klein, who has been identified as the favored one, no longer needs to operate as before, and can use other materials instead of feathers, so he simply made it The remaining one was made into a gift and given to Miss "Justice". Anyway, she is also a believer in the night, and she might be able to use this feather to contact the "Artificial Death" at a critical moment.
Holding the gift, Audrey listened to Dwayne Dantès' narration quietly with a smile on her face. A thought flashed through her mind for no reason:
Mister "World" wouldn't really pluck the feathers of a feathered snake to make this hat ornament...
PS: I recommend a book with a fantasy flavor, "The Demon Hunting Cookbook". Introduction: When night fell, whispers sounded in my ears, and the monsters in the shadows began to stir, Jason's hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn't help but I swallowed my saliva...
Hunger is the best spur.