Chapter 398 Tried and Tested

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"Um?"

The old man with a white beard, who had his eyes closed to meditate, opened his eyelids a little, and the crow on the street lamp also turned its head and looked into the distance.

Zaratul seemed to have not woken up. He squinted his eyes and basked in the sun on the roadside. At the same time, he slowly took out a red pendulum from his arms, hung it in the air, and performed a simple divination.

The pendulum was silent for a while, and then slowly made a clockwise rotation as if it was under tremendous pressure.

Under the "law" of George III, Zaratul cannot use extraordinary abilities without authorization. Not only that, as time went on, all magic related to prophecy and divination was also suppressed, because the king did not want anything to go wrong in his godhood ceremony.

Even as a Sequence One, He could only receive relatively vague revelations under the law.

"There seems to be something that attracts me over there..."

In the gap in the hood, old and cloudy eyes stared at the red pendulum that had stopped moving for a long time.

After a moment, Zaratul slowly put it away, picked up the crutch, turned around, and slowly moved towards the direction where Klein's carriage disappeared.

The crows in the sky fluttered their wings and flew up with a hoarse cry. Their black feathers fell on the shoulders of pedestrians below, but the people just slapped the feathers off and knew nothing about what was happening above.

…

"The digestion of my 'Cunning Mage' potion mainly relies on intimidating the 'Original Witch', and it is absolutely impossible for the 'Original Witch' to tell others about this matter. In addition, I did not leave enough in Backlund. Horrible legend.”

"There are some rumors about the pirate hunting of 'Gehrman Sparrow' at sea, but they are far from 'trickster'. Forsi's horror novel has not been written yet, so he should be unable to find me. The location is right.”

"In other words, Zaratul was probably purely attracted by the aggregation ability of Source Castle. In addition, I was promoted to Sequence 3, Pales Zoroas, in Intis under the eyes of the Red Angel. De said that he had a sense. To sum up, Zaratul can only judge that I have appeared here before, but cannot confirm that I am still here..."

"He may have made some prophecies, but his status will not be higher than that of Origin Castle, so he may not be able to get a useful response."

"I'm not completely exposed yet!"

In the blink of an eye, Klein had already deduced all the possible things in his mind. He quickly calmed down, controlled all the unnecessary nervous reactions in his body, and put on his usual relaxed expression.

But he also knows that his current thoughts are just a kind of self-comfort. Even if he becomes an "ancient scholar", he can find many helpers. He still has no effective way to deal with Zaratul - from Qonas Kilgor Judging from the situation where he was turned into a secret puppet by himself with almost no ability to fight back, the complete Sequence 1 "Spirit Thread" is even more terrifying, and it probably won't take longer for Zaratul to control him!

Moreover, the further he goes down the path of "divineer", the more Klein can realize how terrifying and difficult to kill Zarath.

After stopping the ritual of George III, Klein decided to leave Backlund directly to give himself more time to grow.

The carriage drove smoothly for a distance. Through the window on the other side, Klein could already see the signs of the charities and charity hospitals he funded. He was stunned, and suddenly couldn't help but clicked his tongue:

"I once treated people at a charity hospital with paper dummies and life canes, and played the role of a scary angel."

"Now that Zaratul has arrived here, it's impossible for him not to notice such obvious signs of the 'Cunning Mage' digesting the magic potion!"

"If I enter the charity hospital or the foundation now, will I run into one of Zaratul's marionettes?"

Cold sweat almost broke out. He knocked gently on the carriage door and asked in a normal tone:

"I suddenly remembered something. I might have to visit my neighbor. I have something to say to Mr. Alan Kress."

He wants to use the power of "Snake of Destiny" Will to avoid Zaratul!

Klein held his breath and concentrated, but did not activate his spiritual vision. If the coachman said something he shouldn't have said, or didn't stop and drove himself directly to the charity hospital, he would immediately jump out of the car and throw out everything related to the true Creator!

Fortunately, what he worried about did not happen.

The coachman did not question his master's order. He immediately responded and manipulated the reins to take another road to the home of Dr. Alan Kress.

"It only takes a few minutes to get to Dr. Allen's house from here... I can't use any extraordinary abilities, and it's best not to do anything that may cause spiritual fluctuations to prevent being noticed by Zaratul... I'm just a sudden Just someone who wanted to visit a friend..."

There must be some kind of contract between Zaratul and King George III. Even he cannot turn civilians into marionettes without restraint!

Klein calmed down and meditated in the carriage. These few minutes were probably the most difficult time Klein had ever felt.

Fortunately, there were no setbacks along the way. Dwayne Dantès's carriage stopped at the door of Dr. Alan Kress's house.

The coachman opened the door for the owner, and Enuni, the valet, got out of the car first, and informed the gardener of Dr. Allen's house who was cleaning the garden about the identity of the visitor, followed closely by Dawn Dantès. Soon, Dr. Allen's wife, accompanied by the maid, opened the door and greeted Dawn with a smile:

"Welcome, our friend."

"Long time no see, madam." Dawn also smiled and took off his hat in salute. Then he looked around and asked, "Isn't Allen here?"

Their relationship had become so good that they could call each other on a first-name basis. Dawn had previously invited Dr. Allen to Meige Manor, but unfortunately the doctor happened to have several important surgeries to perform, so he could only decline with regret. Combined with the fact that he was hunting Qonas Kilgor in the Rose Manor and contacting Mr. Azik, Klein once wondered whether this was a choice Will made after prophesying something.

"Alan went to the hospital." Mrs. Wilma smiled, turned sideways and said, "Please come in. Did you enjoy your vacation at Mei Ge Manor?"

"The setting of the manor was great. We enjoyed a week there and had a barbecue party."

Mrs. Wilma covered her lips with her hands: "It seems that we have lost a wonderful outing."

"There will be opportunities in the future."

After a few words of greeting, Klein made a move, and then miraculously took out a bottle of fine red wine from the Rose Manor from the arms of his valet: "By the way, I brought a gift to Allen. It's from the manor. Red wine, 20 years old. I originally planned to visit you as soon as I came back, but I was delayed for a day because of handling matters, and I forgot to make an appointment. Please don’t mind my sudden visit."

"Nothing."

Mrs. Wilma thanked her happily, took the red wine and handed it to her servant, then greeted Dawn and opened the door.

…

The moment Klein stepped into the area of ​​Chris's house, Zaratul, who was walking and identifying the direction, and slowly walked to the vicinity of the Charity Hospital, also stopped.

The crutch in His hand stood straight, no longer pointing the direction to Him.

"Disappeared……"

Zaratul frowned and muttered in disbelief.

"Did you enter a church, a secret place, or another Sequence One area? Well, don't underestimate it."

He stood at the door of the Charity Hospital, ready to wait and wait for the "object that attracted Him" ​​to appear again.

A staff member in the hospital noticed the old man standing at the door and stepped forward to ask if he needed help. But before he got close to Zaratul, his expression became dull, and then he turned around in a circle as if he was hallucinating, and returned to the hospital.

The lonely old man with a white beard standing at the entrance of the Charity Hospital was still a bit too eye-catching. Zaratul pondered for a moment and decided to do as the Romans do.

He pulled his cloak and hat down a little, then moved to the entrance of an alley next to the hospital, and set up a table, a crystal ball, two decks of tarot cards, and several of his own pendulums, preparing to sit back and wait for the rabbit. Don’t forget to play the “divineer” either.

…

Klein followed Mrs. Wilma's footsteps into the house. The valet helped him take off his coat and hung it on the clothes rack at the entrance.

"How's Will doing lately?" After entering the room, Klein built a spiritual wall and took out a "Yesterday Reappearance" charm that looked like a crystal flake from his pocket, "I brought him a small souvenir. "

"It looks beautiful." Mrs. Wilma replied politely, and then arranged for the maid to make tea and push Will's stroller over.

Soon, the blond Will Kress appeared in his little stroller being pushed by the maid. He held his fingers in his mouth and stared unblinkingly at the hand held by Klein. A "yesterday comes back" charm.

"He seemed to enjoy it."

"Children all like shiny things." Klein responded with a smile.

Then he changed the subject and chatted with Mrs. Wilma about all the interesting things that happened during the week of vacation at the manor, as well as the stories shared by the gentlemen and ladies. During this process, he and Will exchanged glances from time to time, and used illusions at each other's suggestion, causing all the ordinary people in the living room to fall into hallucinations. He reached out and grabbed Will's stroller next to him.

Klein waved the "Yesterday Reappearance" charm on his hand and asked in a softer voice:

"Will, do you want this?"

After teasing the other person for a while, Klein felt his mood improved significantly, and being next to a Sequence One gave him a great sense of security:

"Zarath has appeared in Backlund. I saw him, but he probably hasn't noticed me yet. I made an emergency turn to visit you because I wanted to use your influence on fate to make him ignore me temporarily."

Will glared at him but didn't answer.

Without flinching, Klein took two pieces of good-quality white paper from the side and put them into the stroller.

Then, he smiled and put the "Yesterday Again" charm in his hand into the stroller and pressed it on the white paper: "All the gifts of fate have been marked with prices secretly, haven't they?"

Will, who was lying in the stroller, murmured and reached out, grabbed the white paper with some difficulty, and began to fold the paper with some reluctance:

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

He seemed to mention it intentionally: "I know that you have already met the Medici, and your fate is closely connected with theirs. Medici was originally scheduled to be the reward for Tudor becoming a god, but Uroleus was unable to pay. The price was the same in exchange for Him, so Medici died.”

Klein was thoughtful, and since Will took the initiative to bring it up, he asked straight to the point:

"I know that there is a life-and-death hatred between you and Uroleus due to the struggle over the path. However, after I was chosen by the true Creator to become the favored one, you still did not sever contact with me. You can see on the new 'price list' What happened?"

Will pursed his lips:

"Before you were selected, I had given enough chips, but now you haven't given me much back..."

Klein looked around and didn't answer.

"I can feel now that you also have a certain influence on 'destiny'. Although you have become the favored one of the Creator, you did not betray me to Ouroboros, so I still trust you."

The implication is that if you continue to maintain a relationship with me and confront Ourolius in the future, you can still save your life even if you lose?

Klein nodded slightly and said:

"Did fate tell you the purpose of my coming to you today?"

Will struggled to smooth the corners of the origami paper, then pointed at the charm placed beside his pillow, and raised three fleshy fingers.

"Three talismans?" Klein deliberately pretended not to understand, "How many times can you take action at that time?"

Will's little hands trembled slightly, and there was a faint sound of sobbing:

"Do you even want to blackmail a one-year-old child? You are already Sequence 3. Give me two more charms so that I can help you!"

"Then the deal is done, I will pull out your historical projection to help." Klein made the agreement without hesitation, and then added, "You will have to fold a few paper cranes for me."

After saying that, the baby wrapped in silver silk and he fell silent again at the same time.

…

Klein did not wait for Dr. Allen to come back for lunch. He had to quickly go to St. Samuel's Church to apologize to Bishop Elektra who had been let off by him, and then used the church and the clergy of the Orthodox Church to continue to hide himself. .

I can’t go to Origin Castle anymore. When the messenger lady comes back, if Pales Zoroastrian is willing to help, then I will send two more charms... I don’t know what else I can do. These are what I can do so far. Found all the strength.

Klein waved goodbye to Mrs. Wilma and Will, got into the carriage, and followed Will's instructions to take the carriage from the path to the cathedral.

On the road, the carriage suddenly slowed down. Klein felt nervous and immediately asked in a low voice:

"What's wrong?"

"Sir, it's okay. There are people queuing up in front to do divination." The coachman's tone was relaxed, but Klein's mood suddenly fell to the bottom. His right hand even tensed up instantly, ready to grab someone from history to protect himself.

At the divination stall, Zaratul was telling riddles as a magic stick while paying attention to the movements of passers-by.

His prophecy shows that the item that attracts Him will have a high probability of appearing here, but whether you can encounter it or not depends on luck. So He chose to attract people around him to do divination, and lined up a long line on the road, blocking everyone who might be passing by.

Even the patrolmen on the road could not resist the temptation of prophecy and forgot to maintain law and order.

"Your career is about to usher in a rising period..."

Zaratul lowered his head to read the cards for the guests. Suddenly, he raised his head with emotion and fixed his eyes on a carriage.

Sitting in the carriage was a middle-aged gentleman with slightly white temples. Under his gaze, the gentleman seemed to notice his gaze through the wooden boards of the carriage. He took out a crystal lens from his coat pocket, wiped it on his pants, and put it on his right eye with a smile.

Zaratul was silent for a moment.

Then he lowered his head as if nothing had happened.

TBC

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Supplementary remarks at the end of the previous volume.