Chapter 119: Scaring Oneself

Chapter 119: Scaring Oneself

Above the gray fog, Klein leaned back against the high-backed chair, holding Creeping Hunger in his hand, and remained silent for several seconds.

In the end, he still followed his planned procedure and released the soul of the Psychiatrist.

Beside the bronze long table, a tall figure quickly appeared. It was a woman. Her face was somewhat blurred, and pain and distortion spilled unmistakably from her.

Looking at her, Klein asked in a conversational tone, “Do you still remember who you are?”

Within this mysterious space, he could directly perform spirit channeling.

The malice surrounding the female Psychiatrist weakened greatly. She gave a bitter smile.

“Of course I remember.

“I was a member of a secret organization. I was planning to visit a friend on Toskat Island when I encountered pirates along the way.

“Although I used my abilities to resolve that disaster, the pirate who escaped told Qilangos what had happened. To obtain my ability, he deliberately changed his route and intercepted our ship. You should be able to imagine what followed.

“Thanks to his caution, I was killed outright and did not suffer what was worse than death like the other female passengers.”

Klein fell silent for a few seconds, then nodded gently.

“Do you know of an ancient book called Groselle’s Travels?”

He believed that since Groselle’s Travels originated from the dragon race, Psychiatrists might have heard of its name or specific circumstances.

The female Psychiatrist thought carefully for a moment before shaking her head.

“I am sorry. I have never heard that name.”

Klein did not dwell on the topic. He turned instead to another question.

“You are about to dissipate and receive peace. Do you have any final wishes?”

The Psychiatrist lowered her head and gave a soft laugh.

“I want to be resurrected.

“Alright. I know that wish cannot be fulfilled. There is no need for anything else. I have already been dead for many years. My family and friends should have received the terrible news long ago. Passing along the news of my death again would only make them remember that pain once more.

“So, thank you. That will be all…”

Her figure rapidly dimmed and vanished, leaving behind only an enormous golden pupil, a golden pupil capable of reflecting the thoughts in every person’s heart.

This was the Beyonder characteristic left behind by the Psychiatrist.

Klein sighed and began considering a few details in what the Psychiatrist had just said:

“She went alone to visit a friend on Toskat Island, without bringing any relatives…

“Toskat Island lies at the easternmost edge of the Sonia Sea, north-south opposite the Gargas Archipelago.

“It is Loen Kingdom’s easternmost colony, while the Gargas Archipelago belongs to the Feysac Empire… What kind of friend would be there? What kind of friend would be worth such a long passenger-liner journey?

“Although she only said it was a secret organization, she most likely belonged to the Psychology Alchemists. Was she on a mission?”

Klein respected the dead and was unwilling to dig up the other party’s secrets, so he had not asked further. At this point, he naturally had no clues. He soon stopped thinking about that issue and turned to another matter.

After hunting the Silver-Tongued Misor King, no matter what the reason, I have to leave Bayam soon… During this period, I really have done quite a few things in this City of Generosity… Mm. I will attend two or three Beyonder gatherings and confirm whether anyone has the main ingredients for Marionettist before leaving… Klein swiftly came to a decision. Then he materialized the scene of The World praying, covered it in gray fog, and tossed it into the crimson star representing Miss Justice.

…

Audrey was standing on the third-floor balcony, gazing at the nearby village. The rooftops there were mainly brick red, decorated with realistic or abstract dragon patterns.

Suddenly, a familiar boundless gray fog appeared before her eyes.

Within the gray fog, a blurred figure was praying to the deity seated high above:

“Great Mr. Fool, please inform Miss Justice that she may prepare for the transaction.”

May prepare for the transaction? He obtained the Psychiatrist Beyonder characteristic? But yesterday he still did not have it… The World’s efficiency frightened Audrey, nearly making her forget to thank Mr. Fool.

Fortunately, she was no longer the green, naive girl of the past. She had already witnessed many major events. She quickly calmed herself, gave a devout thanks, and informed Mr. World that he would need to wait two to three days, because she intended to pay, at the same time, the debt she owed Mr. Fool’s Blessed. The cash she had was enough, strictly speaking, but she needed to maintain a certain bottom line. Otherwise, it would be easy for others to discover something was wrong.

After the illusory gray fog faded away, Audrey looked down at Susie, who was quietly admiring the garden on the first floor. Then she paced back and forth a few steps and secretly clicked her tongue.

“Mr. World truly is frightening…”

…

Evening, inside the Seaweed Bar.

Blue Eyes Meath, who had just come from the casino after squandering money, sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of Lilangqi.

He was just about to lift his glass and drink when he suddenly heard the bartender lower his voice.

“The Silver-Tongued Misor is dead.”

“Oh… Who did it?” Blue Eyes Meath was first startled, then asked with some excitement. “Is someone challenging Vice Admiral Ailment?”

“An adventurer called Gehrman Sparrow. He had no reputation at all before. Who would have known he could actually kill Misor!” The bartender made no attempt to hide his shock and astonishment. “He also killed Ozil, the true boss of the Fragrant Tree Leaf Bar. Strongman Ozil!”

Blue Eyes Meath was about to offer his thoughts when he suddenly frowned.

That morning, Ozil’s people had asked him about Blazing Danitz. He had told them that the boatswain of the Golden Dream had been moving around with an unfamiliar adventurer, and had used a ritual to provide the corresponding portrait.

Ozil is dead. Misor King is dead. An unfamiliar adventurer named Gehrman Sparrow did it… Blue Eyes Meath’s hand abruptly trembled. In his mind, an image that had left an extraordinarily deep impression on him flashed up:

A gentlemanlike young man stood close to the entrance of the bar. He had black hair, brown eyes, a thin face, and sharp contours. His gaze was cold as he studied the drinkers coming and going, as though searching for prey.

Blue Eyes Meath shivered. Without bothering to drink, he immediately stood and strode out of the bar.

Too terrifying. That fellow is too terrifying! Even the Silver-Tongued died at his hands. He is definitely a pirate-admiral-level powerhouse! He must be looking for me, planning to kill me too. No. I cannot stay in Bayam. I have to return to the ship immediately and get far away from here! Blue Eyes Meath ran straight to the Red Theater, forcibly pulled away several companions, and headed for the jungle outside the city, taking a detour toward the private harbor controlled by the rebels.

The herbal shop in the alley diagonally opposite the Red Theater was still open. The fat Apothecary Darkwill sat behind the counter, calm on the outside and anxious within.

He had already contacted every Life School of Thought member he knew through every method available, seeking necessary help. Yet he had no way of knowing who would come, or when. He could only endure his fear and anxiety and continue keeping the shop open, pretending nothing had happened.

“Darkwill, you are very uneasy.” The plump owl flew back from somewhere and landed on the counter.

“I do not need your reminder. I know very well what state I am in.” Darkwill waved impatiently.

He still remembered that when he followed his teacher in study, he had always been warned to be careful of official organizations and true Blood Clan members. To that end, Roy King had listed many examples: being permanently imprisoned underground, never seeing sunlight or women again; becoming the subject of research, using one’s body to test the harm of certain Sealed Artifacts; enduring various experiments and mutating into a monster that possessed only instincts; being drained by the Blood Clan and turned into a puppet.

Those examples had left deep marks in the fat man’s mind, making what little courage he originally possessed disappear entirely. After leaving his teacher, he had never stayed in any city for long, and if there was any risk of exposure, he would immediately leave.

Darkwill worked hard to rein in his fear and shifted his attention to the problem of how to rescue his teacher.

“…The old man has been captured for a while now. Why is he still being kept in the Governor-General’s Office? With the military’s capabilities, any intelligence they wanted should have been dug out long ago. Whether they directly execute him and harvest the materials, or put him into the hands of researchers, they should already have transferred the old man… Did the old man use some method to conceal the secret? Or do they want to turn him into a spy? Sigh, he should just agree!” Darkwill scratched at his hair, his thoughts scattering without restraint.

Gradually, he thought of his final exchange of letters with his teacher, Roy King.

“The old man always likes leaving hints in places that seem very ordinary and mundane. Could that letter have hidden a similar message? But that letter did not say much. It only arranged to meet near the Red Theater and bragged about his gambling skills. Bah, that was obviously relying on luck. He also told me to go to Maple General Store on Enmat Street, buy a die, and prepare to receive an education… I thought I would buy it after meeting him, so I never went. Perhaps there is a secret there?” Like a drowning man seizing the last straw, Darkwill finally found a direction.

Many of Bayam’s streets were named after cities in the Loen Kingdom.

Darkwill spent several minutes mustering his courage. He brought the owl with him, closed the shop door, and left the alley.

While waiting for a rental carriage, he bought a freshly published News Report from a newspaper boy and idly flipped through international, domestic, and archipelago news.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar face. It was precisely the adventurer who had told him Roy King’s whereabouts.

“Gehrman Sparrow killed the Silver-Tongued Misor King, whose bounty reached 5,400 pounds, at noon… I actually commissioned such an impressive adventurer!” Darkwill clicked his tongue in amazement.

He soon threw the matter to the back of his mind, boarded a rental carriage, and headed straight for Enmat Street, where he found Maple General Store.

The shopkeeper was a kind-looking elderly lady. She looked Darkwill up and down before saying, “The die you need costs one pound.”

You are robbing me! Darkwill roared inwardly. Yet this made him even more certain that the die might hide a clue.

After paying, he received a very small ring box. Opening the lid, he saw a milky-white six-sided die inside. The upward-facing side showed four red pips.

Although he was very confused by how ordinary the die looked and by how it filled the ring box completely, leaving almost no space, Darkwill cautiously refrained from studying it on the spot. He put it into his pocket and walked to the other side of the street.

When he reached a secluded place, he could not resist taking it out and glancing at it. He still could not see any problem with the die.

Just then, a carriage sped past, startling him. His wrist trembled, and the die fell to the ground.

The die rolled again and again, finally stopping with a single red pip facing upward.

Darkwill cursed the carriage driver a few times and took a step forward, preparing to pick it up.

He had only just stepped out when his body suddenly swayed. With nothing obstructing him, he fell to the ground with a thud, leaving his head spinning and his vision full of stars.

For a moment, he was somewhat dazed. He simply lay there. Before his eyes was the milky-white die.