Chapter 258: Klein’s Preparations

Chapter 258: Klein’s Preparations

Cheek…

Looking at the beautiful young woman before him, her brows faintly furrowed and her eyes misty, Klein’s skin prickled uncontrollably, every bump distinct and accompanied by cold sweat.

At that instant, it was as though he had returned to Tingen, to the former Blackthorn Security Company, when he had been about to activate spirit vision to observe Megose and the baby in her stomach. That fear born from instinct was so clear that it seemed like a giant hand had gripped his heart tightly.

He finally understood. What resisted the gray fog and interfered with divination was not a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact or a mystical item of corresponding level. Something far more terrifying was hidden inside Trissy.

The symbol of the apocalypse. The Primordial Demoness!

No. She is not the Primordial Demoness yet. Otherwise, merely interacting with her like this would already have made me lose control and turn into writhing rotten flesh!

Her state is very strange…

Trissy’s frown smoothed out, and focus returned to her eyes. Looking at Klein, who did not dare move in the slightest, she lifted her right hand gently, letting her slender white fingers slowly slide down along her side. With a touch of grievance, a touch of temptation, and a touch of malicious playfulness, she smiled.

“If you can tell the Nighthawks, the Mandated Punishers, and the Machinery Hivemind about this matter, and if I happen to meet you before they catch me, I would not mind letting you understand what true pleasure is.”

Klein’s gaze unconsciously followed the movement of her fingers, and one thrilling detail after another naturally surfaced in his mind.

Not large, but very perky… What am I thinking? What am I looking at! Is this the seductive ability of a Pleasure Witch? Never mind the fact that you used to be a man. Even if you were a pure woman, and even if your past crimes were not severe enough to give me a psychological barrier, I still would not dare. What if you suddenly awakened as the Primordial Demoness? Even the Fool couldn’t withstand that… Klein sighed soundlessly, lifted his head, and looked compassionately at the wooden boards of the carriage roof.

“Do you think an ordinary low- to mid-Sequence Beyonder like me is capable of escaping the royal family’s pursuit? I think they have already discovered that something is wrong and are about to take action…”

Seeing that Klein did not dare look straight at her, Trissy seemed somewhat proud.

She laughed softly and said, “I will attempt to flee, drawing away the main force of the pursuit. The remainder will still be powerful, but not impossible to deal with.

“I believe that, for the sake of your own life, you will definitely resist with all your might. Your chances are not small!”

After speaking, her figure swiftly vanished, as though erased by a cloth.

This was different from Sharron. It was not the normal state of returning to being a Wraith, but direct invisibility.

Bang!

The carriage door first opened, then closed again.

The sweet fragrance she left behind drilled into his nose. Klein withdrew his gaze, his face darkening.

Even at that moment, his arms were still trembling faintly, as if he had contracted some illness.

If he had not been experienced enough, if he had not faced an evil god’s child in the real world through a layer of flesh, then he, who understood what the name “Trissy Cheek” represented, would already have been unable to endure that terrifying pressure and collapsed on the spot. It was like a rubber band stretched too tightly—it would eventually snap.

It seems Trissy still does not know what has happened to her, nor does she understand the meaning of the title “Cheek”… Klein quickly steadied his thoughts, glanced outside the window, estimated the distance, and silently began counting time.

His spiritual intuition and corresponding experience told him that, in this situation, doing anything at all was better than doing nothing!

Therefore, with the danger of being silenced soon to descend, he prepared to work hard to save himself!

Three. Two. One… Klein suddenly opened his eyes and snapped his fingers.

At the roadside, a tree with only withered branches left burst into a small flame, which swiftly rose and grew taller.

Several matches he had deliberately separated inside his pocket ignited in response, and their scarlet color instantly covered his black formal suit completely.

His figure vanished from the carriage and stepped out from the flames by the road.

Snap. Snap. Snap. He snapped his fingers repeatedly with his left hand. His figure flashed constantly through the sparse, withered-yellow woods, “riding” the firelight as he swiftly arrived deep within a place invisible from the outside.

Then he stopped and drew out the ornament hanging around his neck.

He had always known that this visit to Red Rose Manor carried hidden accidental factors. Based on the Magician’s rule, he had made certain preparations in advance, such as storing matches separately and carrying some mystical items on him.

Among those items, the Biological Poison Bottle, Sun Brooch, and others involved the Capim incident and the Wraith incident, so he had cautiously left them above the gray fog. The All-Black Eye left behind by Secret Puppet Master Rosago was difficult to pass through the manor guards’ inspection, and had been treated the same way.

In the end, apart from purifying bullets, demon-hunting bullets, and exorcism bullets, he had brought only two mystical items with him.

One was the Master Key, which could allow him to pass through obstacles. Its side effect of becoming lost could be offset through dowsing, and under normal circumstances it looked like an ordinary key that would not be discovered. The other was the core element Klein had prepared: Azik’s copper whistle.

Simply put, when danger could not be handled by himself, he would ask a bigshot for help!

After that encounter just now, regardless of whether I recognized Trissy, I will definitely end up on the silencing list. And there is a high probability I have already drawn “0-08’s” attention—if the one constantly creating coincidences is indeed “0-08”… Klein picked up the cold, ancient copper whistle, placed it in his mouth, puffed his cheeks, and blew.

Silently, with spirit vision activated, he saw white bones erupt from the ground like a fountain. He saw the nearly four-meter-tall giant messenger take shape, lower its head, and gaze at him with eye sockets burning with black flames.

That enormous body gave Klein a certain sense of security. He took out the paper and pen he had carried with him and quickly wrote a single word:

“Help!”

Immediately afterward, he folded the paper and stuffed it into the messenger’s lowered palm.

After the messenger vanished, he put away the copper whistle, deliberately assumed a praying posture, and rapidly recited the Fool’s honorific name:

“…Great Mr. Fool, there has been a result in my investigation. The woman Prince Edessak fell in love with is Trissy, the Witch of the Demoness Sect. She has now advanced into a Pleasure Witch and has been renamed Trissy Cheek by the higher-ups…”

After quickly completing his “report,” Klein had no time to conceal anything. He immediately took four steps counterclockwise and entered the space above the gray fog.

Then he extracted the image of his own prayer, threw it into the crimson star symbolizing Miss Justice, and did his utmost to disguise his tone as teasing. In the lofty posture of the Fool, looking down from above, he added one sentence:

“Cheek. Heh. That is the true name of the Primordial Demoness…”

After doing all this, Klein immediately returned to the real world, preparing to flee for his life.

He had just taken a few steps when his vision suddenly brightened.

He instinctively looked up and saw several meteors blazing with raging flames descend from the heavens, cutting through the sky and covering this patch of woods!

“This…” At that instant, scarlet light reflected into Klein’s eyes, giving him the feeling that he was utterly unable to resist.

He had never imagined that the other side would directly summon falling meteors to silence him!

…

On a yellowing notebook, a seemingly ordinary quill wrote:

“Due to unknown and inexplicable reasons, the Dalasco meteor shower arrived upon this planet two days early.

“Among them, part of the meteors landed precisely in the woods where Detective Sherlock Moriarty was hiding. Yes, precisely!”

…

Tuesday afternoon, inside the study that belonged solely to Audrey.

The young lady who was about to reach adulthood was attentively listening to her teacher Islant explain the connections between the Spectator and Telepathist abilities and the intersecting domain of mystical psychology. At her feet, the golden retriever Susie sat with meticulous posture.

Suddenly, Audrey saw boundless gray fog. She saw a blurry figure in what seemed to be woods, assuming a praying posture.

Immediately afterward, words entered her ears.

Prince Edessak… Demoness Sect… the Witch Trissy… Pleasure Witch… Trissy Cheek… Audrey automatically filtered out irrelevant details, noticing those most crucial terms.

So that’s how it is! The one Edessak fell in love with is a Demoness… And many Demonesses were once men… Why do I feel slightly like laughing… Is this why he will bring danger to Backlund? Mm, I need to warn Father… But what method should I use? What excuse should I find… Audrey worked hard to control her expression and gaze, but inwardly she could not stop being distracted.

Just then, she saw Mr. Fool seated leisurely at the very head of the long bronze table and heard Him say in a tone that was calm yet contained a hint of teasing, “Cheek. Heh. That is the true name of the Primordial Demoness…”

The true name of the Primordial Demoness… The Primordial Demoness! With a buzz, Audrey’s expression instantly slipped out of control.

“What happened?” As a Telepathist with extremely keen observational ability, Islant immediately noticed Miss Audrey’s abnormality.

Audrey’s thoughts shifted. She did not hide it. Instead, with clear worry, she said, “Teacher Islant, I suddenly remembered something bad. I should have told my parents before, but I forgot. This may lead to very serious, very terrifying consequences.”

For example, Backlund being destroyed, with millions living here—nobles, middle class, and poor alike—only a small number surviving… Audrey pressed her lips together. In her crystalline emerald-like eyes was worry she could not conceal.

Islant raised her brows slightly.

“Is there still time to go now?”

“Going is better than not going. Teacher Islant, please wait for me a while. No, you should leave first.” Audrey entered her Spectator state and calmly made a decision.

She immediately rose, left the study, and entered the corridor.

Father has gone to the House of Lords… Only Mother is at home… But how should I say it? Audrey’s brows furrowed faintly. Her pace neither slowed nor quickened. Beside her were her personal maid and the golden retriever Susie.

Gradually, she came up with an idea. By the time she arrived at the sitting room where the countess was, she had already reached a decision.

Drawing a soft breath, Audrey felt her shoulders become extraordinarily heavy.

Then, without hesitation, she knocked on the door.