Chapter 201 So You Are Here

The black "spiritual body thread" originating from different lives appeared in Klein's eyes, but he didn't immediately extend his spirituality to try to manipulate it.

After distinguishing and confirming which "spiritual body threads" belonged to Mosona, he gulped down a sip of malt beer and concentrated on watching the boxing match in the ring, just like a real audience.

The two boxers were bare-chested and not wearing any protective gear. They fought very hard. They collided constantly, punching to the flesh, and the situation quickly became fierce.

Many alcoholic gamblers onlookers watched the adrenaline rush, and frantically shouted the name of the boxer they supported, and shouted:

"kill him!"

"Fuck the son of a bitch!"

On the second floor, Mosona also forgot the cigar in his hand, staring intently at the ring below, with one hand tightly clenched into a fist.

The people around him, apart from being responsible for guarding against suspicious people around him and important areas such as the roof and downstairs, so that they had to turn their backs to his bodyguards, their attention was inevitably focused on the exciting boxing match.

Klein raised his hand again, and Gulu took a sip of beer, as if he was a little out of breath due to the tense atmosphere.

At this time, his spirituality quietly spread out, grasping the illusory black line corresponding to Mosona.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... The rosacea-nosed Mosona just wanted to move his fist slightly, as if he was fighting in a ring, when his head suddenly went numb.

He only felt that the surrounding scenes suddenly became a little strange, as if several layers of thick glass had been added.

Mosona immediately found that his thoughts were obviously stagnant, and found that all the parts in his head seemed to be rusted suddenly.

Because the target was just an ordinary person, and the strength of his spirit body was far inferior to that of an Extraordinary, Klein took less than 20 seconds to initially control the opponent.

7 seconds!

Just 7 seconds!

Oops... Something went wrong... It should be... Ability comparison... Special... Extraordinary... Mosona, who often interacts with pirates, is no stranger to the mysterious world, so he spends a lot of money to hire Extraordinary to protect him , If it wasn't for the alcohol and lust that broke down the body early, the spirit is relatively weak, and the state has been in a bad state, there is a high probability that he will lose control after taking the potion. He wants to directly obtain the supernatural power for himself.

At this moment, because of his sluggish thoughts and inexperience, it took Mosona more than ten seconds to realize that he had been attacked. He immediately stretched his arms forward, opened his mouth, and tried to call for help.

However, his movements were so sluggish, the voice in his throat was so weak, the bodyguards around him were watching the tense and fierce boxing match intently, the audience shouted one wave after another, and the surrounding people The guards were all focused on the possible attack, and the obvious anomalies were ignored if they were not the employers under heavy protection.

When the climax of the match subsided temporarily, when some bodyguards and subordinates looked back at the boss, they could only see that Mosona's eyes were a little dull, and the position of his hands was not normal. He seemed to be still immersed in the boxing match, and was anxiously waiting for the final the result of.

Tears welled up in the corners of the gangster's eyes, and he tried to loosen his five fingers, trying to get the cigar to fall to the ground and attract attention.

But he found desperately that his thinking became more and more slow and rigid, and it seemed that it took more than a minute to complete a simple action, and his fingers were still fighting against his thoughts!

Snapped!

The burning cigar finally fell to the floor, and Mosona's tears rolled down his face and down his neck.

Several bodyguards found out about this, and just about to ask the boss if he was too excited because of the game, Mosona suddenly buried himself, wiped his face and picked up the cigar.

"This game is good! Add money to the final winner!" Mosona flicked his cigar, pulled his collar, and grinned with a smile on his lips.

He didn't specify how much to add, because Klein didn't understand the market at all, so he could only explain vaguely.

Yes, Mosona of the "New Loen Party" has become his puppet!

Because this gangster is just an ordinary person, and his spiritual body is even weaker than a healthy normal human being, it only took him two minutes and fifteen seconds!

If it takes a little longer, he will be distracted and use illusion to create chaos, so that the bodyguards can only focus on protecting Mosona, and have no time to discover his abnormality.

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

...

The shouts of the audience suddenly became tidy, and the contest on the ring came to an end. Mosona also signaled the bodyguards to continue watching the game.

When a boxer fell unconscious, Mosona took a sip of his cigar and said:

"Go to the room.

"I'm going to take a break."

"Yes, boss (boss)." His bodyguards and subordinates immediately surrounded him into the corridor on the second floor, and helped him open the door of the lounge.

After instructing the guards to guard the key positions and not to disturb him, Mosona walked back and forth a few steps, opened the safe, found documents involving new types of drugs, and screened out the most important ones.

He then put these documents and address slips cut out from newspapers, together with all £758 in cash, into a briefcase.

With a creak, he opened the door and called one of his men:

"Throw this bag under the third streetlight in Corner Alley."

"Yes, boss." His men didn't ask why.

This is the rule!

After closing the door again, Mosona found three candles and spiritual items, and carefully drew the badge corresponding to "The Fool" with a pen on white paper—half the "eye without pupils" symbolizing secrecy and half a symbol of A special symbol composed of changing "twisted threads".

Then, the gangster who has become a puppet lit candles, replaced essential oils and hydrosols with perfume, and held a ceremony of praying for gifts in earnest.

He muttered the honorable name of "The Fool" and read the corresponding mantra in the ancient Hermes language that he didn't know at all. Then he picked up the spiritual item and let it blend into the wind, creating an illusion together with the changing candlelight. The door to the gate——If no spiritual items are found, Klein's plan is to use Mosona's blood, human blood itself is a spiritual thing!

In the bathroom on the first floor, Klein seized this opportunity, took four steps backwards, and came above the gray mist.

He didn't use the "Dark Emperor" card, but directly leveraged some of the power of this mysterious space, connected them with the paper figurines, and flung them into the door of sacrifice and bestowal.

The paper figurine immediately turned into an angel with twelve pairs of wings on its back, flew through the illusory and mysterious gate, passed through the dark and deep void, and arrived at Mosona.

This is interfering with possible subsequent investigations of divination, prophecy, and other extraordinary abilities!

Immediately afterwards, Klein picked up "Squirming Hunger" and threw it into the ceremony gate!

"Squirming Hunger" came to the real world with the help of the ceremony of praying and bestowing, and came to Mosona, and it suddenly became restless after not eating for a long time!

At this time, Klein also returned to the bathroom, again separated the tens of meters away, and manipulated Mosona, who had froze before, to shut his mouth tightly, and picked up the gloves on the "altar".

There was a gap in the center of the glove, and there were two rows of imaginary, white teeth inside!

The puppet sense that Klein acquired soon weakened, and he immediately released the control.

The slight backlash made his head dizzy, but it didn't take long for him to return to normal.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he left the bathroom, returned to the bar, and continued to drink the malt beer he hadn't finished before.

At the same time, he found a mouse on the second floor with the help of the "spiritual body thread", and turned the mouse into his own puppet in less than two minutes.

The mouse searched for caves and paths awkwardly and unskillfully, and it took a certain amount of time before it entered Mosona's lounge from the place covered by the bookshelf.

At this time, a thin glove made of human skin was lying quietly on the ground, and Mosona didn't even have any clothes left.

The mouse climbed up the table, picked up the paper with the symbol corresponding to "The Fool" in its mouth, and held it in front of the burning candle.

The paper was quickly ignited and turned into ashes.

After extinguishing the three candles and returning them to their original places, the Mouse came to Creeping Hunger and picked up the glove.

Then, it returned the same way and left Mosona's lounge.

It lurked all the way to the balcony on the second floor, and climbed down silently.

On the first floor, at the bar.

Klein drank the last sip of beer, put down his glass, and stood up slowly.

He pressed the half-height silk top hat, put his hands into the pockets of the black double-breasted long coat, walked unhurriedly past the drunkards and gamblers, and walked to the street.

Following the light of the gas street lamp, he came to the corner alley at a normal speed. While pulling out the paper man, shaking it to light it, he picked up the briefcase under the third street lamp pole.

At this time, a gray mouse jumped out of the shadows with a thin human leather glove in its mouth.

Klein bent down again with a blank expression, and picked up "Squirming Hunger".

Then, the gray mouse went away by itself, crawled into a dustbin, lay there, and completely lost its breath.

And in the night that had just fallen, Klein stood there under the light of the gas street lamp, spread his five fingers unhurriedly, and put "Squirming Hunger" on his left hand.

After moving his knuckles and getting used to the gloves, he put away his briefcase and disappeared at the intersection of the street after passing by the still lively and energetic "Oak Tree Bar".

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After affixing the briefcase with only important information left on it to the address strip and stamps taken out, and putting it in the mailbox on the street corner, Klein changed back into Gehrman Sparrow, took a rental carriage, and headed to another house in the port. bar.

That's one of the bars Anderson offers more pirates!

After entering the bar, Klein swept his eyes and took the general appearance inside into his eyes.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.

This figure was of medium stature, with purple lips, and brown eyes filled with dreadful malice. It was the second officer of "Undead King" Agaritu, the "Slayer" Gilchies with a bounty of 9,500 pounds!

Obviously, after escaping from the exit of the dangerous sea area, the "Death" also came to the nearest island of Tuscat to seek supplies!

It's coming too... The corner of Klein's mouth twitched slightly, and he realized that there is nothing more suitable for hunting "devils" than chance encounters!

An evil thought had just arisen in his heart, and Gilchies had already noticed it, and looked sideways at the entrance of the bar.

Without hesitation, Klein grabbed the beer on the table next to him and threw it over.

Immediately afterwards, he drew out the revolver and aimed indifferently there.

boom!

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