Chapter 194 Plan

Backlund, East District, 7 Pinster Street.

After a busy day, Leonard finally had the opportunity to ask his doubts:

"Old man, what is 'Origin Castle'?"

The slightly old voice in his mind was silent for a few seconds, and said "Hey":

"The place where you meet every Monday is probably 'Origin Castle'."

"..." Leonard never expected to hear such an answer, and his mind went blank for a moment. He was surprised, shocked, and mixed with mixed emotions.

After a while, he hurriedly asked in a low voice:

"Then what exactly is 'Origin Castle'?"

Pales Zarathustra laughed like a sigh and laughed at himself:

"Actually, I don't know too much, I just heard some rumors.

"That's not the same as the creation myth you know. According to the rumor, the original creator left nine different things. Some of them are kingdoms, some are cities, some are rivers, some are oceans, and some are keys. 'Origin Castle' is one of them.

"It may not actually be a castle, but some other form, and you may know better than me what it looks like.

"The reason why I'm sure it exists is because when I was promoted to an angel, I sensed it, but I couldn't see it and establish a connection with it.

"My great-grandfather made a guess, saying that the nine things might be related to the 'source quality' recorded on the second 'blasphemy slate'. Unfortunately, at that time, due to various reasons, what He saw was limited and could not decipher' Source quality' related part."

Leonard calmed down a lot, leaned back on the sofa, and asked thoughtfully:

"Old man, do you suspect that Mister Fool is the incarnation of "Original Quality"?"

Based on what he saw and heard at the Tarot Club and what the old man Pales occasionally told, he already had a certain understanding of some things about the rank of gods.

Pales Zarathustra was silent for a long time before responding:

"Maybe……"

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Nights where the curfew is strictly enforced,

There were almost no pedestrians on the streets of Backlund, and occasionally a carriage passed by, and the passengers were all people with sufficient status.

After Klein arrived at the agreed house, he was not in a hurry to go in. He half-closed his eyes, raised his right hand, scratched forward, and pulled out another man wearing a black double-breasted coat and half-height silk. Top hat, Sherlock Moriarty holding a gold cane.

This is him when he went out just now, and it is the image in the pores of history.

Because Klein himself was opposite, the image was stiff, like a prop on a stage.

According to several previous experiments, Klein knew that this was the "unique principle of time and consciousness" in occultism. That is to say, at the same point in time, the essence of each person is unique. meeting.

The same is true after the historical pore images of the dead are summoned. Klein suspects that his current level is not enough. In short, other people's projections can only do more mechanical questions and answers and more instinctive battles. "Ancient scholars" don't know. Things, even if they have experienced it personally, they cannot give corresponding answers.

This confirms one of Klein's conjectures, that is, the fragments that "ancient scholars" can see in the fog of history have been understood by him in reality, and he has done some research. Scholars" themselves lit up piece by piece.

Of course, Klein also suspects that if most of the historical fragments of the same event have been lit up, the rest will likely be revealed naturally.

"At least the corresponding ability won't be missing because I don't understand enough. As long as there is an image in the historical pores, the state at that moment will be completely recorded... This is enough..." Klein glanced and could only rely on The historical projection of instinctive actions, the body suddenly disappeared and entered the gray mist.

Since it is not a complete "Ancient Scholar" that the Forgan's dog can live in the historical pores, there is no reason for the real "Ancient Scholar" to do so. The only problem is that there is a time limit. My secret puppet will definitely die, but this is just a different form to accompany the "ancient scholar".

And as Klein's body entered the spot of light in the gray mist, his consciousness suddenly came alive in the historical projection.

Raising his hand and pressing the top hat on his head, Klein, who looked like Sherlock Moriarty, came outside the house. As agreed, he directly took out "wàn néng yào chí", pressed it against the door, and turned it lightly.

His figure directly appeared in the house, and he took a quick look around under the crimson moonlight.

The sofas, cabinets, high-back chairs, coffee tables and other furniture here are obviously not young. They seem to come from the last century and look quite old.

In the dark environment, Sharon, wearing a gothic court dress and a small soft hat of the same color, suddenly appeared on a high-backed chair.

"Good evening." The "puppet" lady nodded slightly and greeted her.

If she doesn't speak or open her mouth, she is the most standard and most exquisite puppet.

At the same time, at the position of the sofa, Maric in a white shirt and black vest is also outlined.

...Sir, it's already winter, won't you be cold if you wear this? Ah yes, you are a "dead", and a "dead" will not be afraid of the cold... Klein complained a few words in his heart, took off his hat, and walked towards Sharon with light blond hair, blue eyes, and pale face. A salute:

"Good evening, Miss Sharon."

He then turned his body halfway and said to Maric:

"good evening."

For this former "living corpse" and now "wraith", Klein's deepest impression was that the other party played cards with the living corpse he had driven.

Back to playing cards together... He sighed silently.

The reason why he suddenly thought of playing cards was because when Klein analyzed the fighting style of "Ancient Scholars", he found that if he encountered Zaratul, the two sides would probably "play cards on the spot":

You give out a "Consul Russell", I give out a "Emperor Russell", you give out a "Bernadette", I give out a "Bonoit", if you give out a "Half Fool" ", I will take care of "Amon"...

I didn't expect that the battle of the "Seer" would really turn into a "playing cards" one day, a realistic, extremely dangerous "playing cards"... Hey, but Zaratul is an angel of Sequence 1, so he wouldn't give me a "playing cards" at all. ", and when I summon those big figures in the historical pore image, the success rate is still relatively low... Klein retracted his gaze, and said to Sharon:

"I need to do something recently, which is more difficult and dangerous. One of the steps is to collect the blood of twenty-two types of Extraordinary from different pathways. As for the 'Wraith' pathway, the only people I can think of to rescue are you and Maric , you should be better at cursing, and have a way to eliminate the connection between blood and yourself."

In fact, he could try to summon the "Admiral of Blood" Senor on the spot and mix his blood into the ceramic jar, but Klein didn't know if this would be effective, and he couldn't "divinate" it. After all, this It involves a high level beyond Sequence 1 and lacks sufficient information. The only thing he can be sure of is that drawing that symbol will not bring any danger to himself and the provider.

Because the "ancient scholar" can do too many operations, Klein even tried to summon the former "witch" Triss before, easily subdued her, and smeared her blood on "Grossel's Travel Notes".

However, this doesn't do much.

After thinking about it, Klein thought that there was a logical contradiction in the timeline, so he couldn't succeed - the blood was "extra provided" by Triss in the past, and the "Grossel's Travels" must be pulling people. The Triss in the past is equivalent to changing history.

And history cannot be changed, so the experiment failed.

Sharon quietly listened to Sherlock Moriarty's request, and said without any expression change:

"it is good.

"How much?"

Miss Sharron's reaction was the same as I thought... Klein took out a thin glass pipe:

"This one tube is enough."

Sharon, who was wearing a gothic court dress, lightly raised her right hand, and the thin glass tube seemed to have a life of its own, and it voluntarily left Klein's palm and flew over.

Immediately afterwards, the doll-like lady's right hand fell to her left wrist, and her nails suddenly grew long and became extremely sharp.

With just a light swipe, a wound appeared on her wrist, and the bright red blood inside overflowed, instead of dripping down, it floated up instead and was thrown into the thin glass tube.

When the container was full, Sharon's wound healed instantly, and there was no trace left. The stopper jumped to the mouth of the tube, rotated a few times, and closed itself.

During this process, Sharon, whose face was not as pale as before, did not change at all, as if she had suppressed all her feelings in her heart.

Glancing at the tube of blood in her hand, Sharon stretched out her left palm, touched it, and slid slowly from top to bottom.

This is eliminating the connection between the blood and the body.

After doing all of this, the tube of blood jumped and flew back into Klein's hands.

"Is there anything else I need to help with?" Sharon sat on the high-back chair and said calmly.

"Not for now, thank you." Klein shook his head and snapped his fingers, causing a crimson flame to ignite in his palm.

The flame rose rapidly, enveloping the thin glass tube.

When the redness dissipated, the tube of blood was gone.

This is a new change of "flame jump", which can transfer the items on one's own body to the secret puppet or the main body.

In addition to this, Klein's previous extraordinary abilities have also been improved and changed accordingly.

As he was proficient in his ability, he looked at Sharon who was opposite him again, and asked casually:

"How is your 'Puppet' potion digested?"

When he saw Miss Sharron for the first time, he felt that she was like a puppet. He believed that whether it was due to nature or due to the principle of restraint, it was a kind of impersonation in advance, and it would definitely be of great help to the digestion of the "puppet" potion. .

"Not bad." Sharon replied flatly, "In another one to two years, I should be able to digest it."

It's been one to two years... Sure enough, no matter how fast it is, it can be counted as a year. It's only me, and it's less than half a year... This is not something to be proud of. The time above the door can be counted for thousands of years... "Master of Miracles"... If he can get rid of this fate, maybe he can create a "miracle"... Klein sighed in his heart, nodded slightly and said :

"What are your plans for the near future?"

Sharon said:

"Hopefully the integrity of the teacher's body can be restored."

Maric on the couch then added:

"But didn't you say that Zaratul, the leader of the Secret Order, is in Backlund and has close ties with the Rose School of Thought?"

"Yes." Klein smiled and said, "Just wait patiently, there will always be a chance."

This is actually a kind of relief for him, even if he becomes an "ancient scholar" and can find many helpers, he currently has no idea of ​​dealing with Zaratul - a complete Sequence 1 is absolutely terrifying beyond imagination!

Moreover, the more he walked on the path of "Seer", the more Klein could appreciate how terrifying and difficult to kill Zaratul.

After preventing George III from becoming a god, Klein planned to leave Backlund directly to give himself more time to grow.

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