Chapter 34 Selection of Parasitic Objects

After a while of soothing, Alan Kress and Wilma Gladys finally calmed down the baby.

Huh... the tall and thin Allen breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his body, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, nodded apologetically to the guests, and held back for a few seconds before organizing his words:

"Sorry, kids are like this."

"Yes." Klein responded with a smile, saying that he didn't mind at all.

Then, he changed the subject and continued to share what he had seen and heard in East and West Balam.

During this process, he once again used his extraordinary ability to make all the ordinary people in the living room fall into a hallucination. He picked up the unfinished ice cream and changed a silver spoon. road:

"Will, do you want to eat?"

Without waiting for the chubby guy wrapped in silver silk to respond, he said in a softer voice:

"You are born now, and you should be able to make origami cranes, so I don't have to visit often. You know, it's easy to attract suspicion."

Will Auceptin Chris glared at him without answering.

Without flinching, Klein took a piece of good-quality white paper from the side and put it in the stroller.

Then he leaned over and scooped out a little ice cream with a silver spoon.

"All the gifts of fate have already been secretly priced, haven't they?" Klein said with a low smile as he moved the silver spoon in his hand.

Will, who was lying in the stroller, raised his left hand, wiped his tear-stained face, and muttered:

"For the Extraordinary of the 'Destiny' path, they pay for the things on the price list first, and then wait for the gift."

As he said that, the chubby baby grabbed the white paper, and with a little difficulty, he folded the paper crane with a faint sob.

Klein stood in front of the stroller, kept the silver spoon steady, and watched this scene with a smile.

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A carriage set off from Pinster Street, heading for St. Samuel's Church.

When passing by the house at No. 160 Boklund Street, Leonard Mitchell glanced there through the car window, and said as if talking to himself:

"Dwayne Dantès is back too."

The slightly old voice immediately sounded in his mind:

"Fates will eventually meet."

"Old man, after you wake up, you look more and more like a magic stick." Leonard couldn't help but mocked.

Pallez Zarathustra laughed twice, but did not respond.

After arriving at St. Samuel's Church, Leonard, led by a priest, entered the study of St. Anthony, Archbishop of Backlund.

Anthony Stevenson was wearing a reddish black robe, with deep eyes and a beardless face. Standing in the shadow created by the cabinet, he seemed to be watching all unknown existences in the depths of the darkness, which made people feel fear for no reason.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop, why did you summon me?" Although Leonard had expected it, he still bowed substandardly.

Anthony nodded lightly and said:

"You have made enough contributions to apply to become a Sequence 5 'Spirit Witch', but your 'Requiemer' potion has not been fully digested, so I pulled you out of the Soest team , I will assign you some tasks alone."

Leonard responded according to the process:

"As you order."

Anthony picked up a stack of papers on the desk and said:

"There are all suspected haunted incidents here. You investigate them one by one, focusing on appeasement rather than purification. If you need assistance, you can draw candidates from the Nighthawks team in the area involved."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop." Similar things, even if St. Anthony did not order, Leonard would take the initiative to do it himself, so he had no objection to such an assignment.

After taking the stack of papers, he casually flipped through them and said:

"His Excellency the Archbishop,

What is Captain Soest's team up to now? "

Although in the past half a year, he focused on revenge, he was sloppy on the surface, closed in his heart, and did not establish a deep friendship with the members of the "Red Gloves" team, but they have always fought side by side and experienced danger together. Teammates will inevitably be more concerned.

"They are cooperating with Crestel to complete a mission." Anthony Stevenson did not answer in detail.

Your Excellency Sesima has also come to Backlund... Leonard didn't ask any more questions, and tapped his chest clockwise four times:

"May the goddess bless you all."

"Praise the goddess." Anthony returned the same gesture.

After leaving the archbishop's study, Leonard went all the way down, preparing to enter the ground, find a quiet room, list the tasks that need to be done in a table, and mark the order.

On the way, walking on the stairs, he subconsciously looked up at the stained glass window above.

The sun shines in from there, making the pattern made of colors more solemn, and making the flying dust and tiny flying insects clearly appear.

Seeing this scene, Leonard suddenly remembered the old man's description of Amon, and inexplicably had the illusion that the "blasphemer" was everywhere in the air.

He trembled in his heart, and then he had doubts, and hurriedly lowered his voice and said:

"Old man, I have a question."

"What?" Pallez Zarathustra asked slowly.

Leonard suppressed his voice and said:

"Why didn't you parasitize the flying insects back then? They are smaller and more concealed, and can easily hide in the church without worrying about being found by Amon."

"How long can a flying insect live? Always transferring boarding objects is also a great consumption for itself. In this way, not only will it not be able to recover a little bit through parasitism, but it will also make the state worse and shorten the life span." Pa Les Zarathustra snorted.

Leonard was taken aback, and asked:

"What about other creatures? The ones that can live longer and sneak into churches without being noticed."

Pales Zarathustra immediately sneered and said:

"You seem to have never taken some of what I said to heart, and you will suffer a lot in the future!

"On the path of transcendence, the higher the sequence, the more craziness and out-of-control tendencies accumulated, this is the nature of the trait, it can only be suppressed and confronted, it cannot be eliminated.

"So, for 'parasites', you must consider these factors when choosing a host. If you parasitize an ordinary animal, it's only a short-term behavior. If it's a long time, it will definitely be affected by the body structure and hormones. Hehe, Everything is mutual, isn't it? The 'parasite' can affect the host, and the host can affect him in turn.

"When you are boarded in the body of an ordinary animal, you have to talk to people often, and don't forget who you used to be. In this way, the risk of exposure is extremely high, and if you don't do this, you will definitely be caught by the boarding object. Affected, gradually aphasia, confusion of self-positioning, not sure who I am, and being overwhelmed step by step by the tendency of madness and loss of control."

Leonard was inexplicably startled, nodded slightly and said:

"I see... no wonder you have to be strict about choosing boarding objects."

"Are you trying to praise yourself?" Pallez Zarathustra clicked his tongue, "For us, the most suitable parasitic target is undoubtedly the Extraordinary of this path, and all aspects will be synchronized. Moreover, after cultivating them sequence by sequence, they can also be used as a supplement to their own extraordinary power, a special medicine for their own state, and they can take that body as their own."

Hearing the old man say such evil and terrible things quite plainly, Leonard frowned slightly while secretly heaving a sigh of relief, because it meant that the other party would not do this to him.

Pales Zarathustra continued:

"The next best choice is the Extraordinary of the two paths of 'Seer' and 'Apprentice'. The absorption of their power will not cause too much burden on the state of 'Parasite', and can recover relatively quickly.

"It's even worse than other extraordinary people who have brains, at least communicate well and know how to cooperate.

"As for you, hehe..."

Leonard was about to reply to the old man, when he suddenly saw a bishop walking from the bottom of the stairs, he quickly shut his mouth, pressed the handrail, and quickened his pace.

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7:30 p.m., 39 Berklund Street, House of Councilor Macht.

Klein in a tuxedo stepped out of the carriage and fastened the buttons of his clothes. Against the backdrop of the fountain of lights, he entered the foyer and saw Morrie Macht in an olive-green military uniform with an orange ribbon and a battle medal.

His wife, Liana, wore a long dress with strapless shoulders, and said to Dwayne Dantès with a smile:

"Welcome, our traveler, everyone is waiting for you to share what you have seen and heard in East and West Balam."

"Then should I find a newspaper and start a travel column?" Klein responded jokingly.

Councilor Macht knew exactly what business Dwayne Dantès was going to do in the Southern Continent, and this was originally from his introduction, so after looking at each other with a smile, he took the initiative to step forward, gave him a hug, and pressed Voice said:

"Good job!"

Klein nodded with a smile, then asked:

"Do you still like the gift?"

He was referring to the bottle of River Valley wine that could be used in a sour cocktail.

"It's great, that's the taste I miss." Councilor Macht said sincerely.

Klein was about to enter the hall, but realized something was wrong. He glanced at it casually, and asked slightly puzzled:

"Miss Hazel is not here?

"Have you gone to a girls' public school yet?"

Madam Liana sighed and shook her head:

"No, she's just sick, and she doesn't go to public school until September."

"Have a cold?" Klein expressed the concern a guest should have.

Congressman Macht smiled helplessly:

"No, when she went to the suburban manor a few days ago, she was bitten by a crazy mouse, and the wound has not fully healed."

Hazel was bitten... by a crazy mouse... Klein nodded thoughtfully:

"Did you go to the doctor?

"Well, was the mouse caught?"

"The doctor injected her with drugs to prevent infection." Councilor Macht said simply, "The mouse hasn't been found yet, maybe we have to keep some cats in the manor."