Chapter 131: Charity Banquet

Chapter 131: Charity Banquet

“Your butler may be researching black magic;

“Your personal valet secretly believes in Death;

“Among your neighbors hides someone with supernatural powers;

“The neighborhood where you live may contain certain secrets that cause people to have strange dreams…

“You should be able to understand what certain words mean, so we will not explain too much. May the Goddess bless you.”

…

Klein looked at the letter in his hand, momentarily unsure whether he should cry or laugh.

A few seconds later, he could not help mocking himself inwardly:

Judging only from the contents of this letter, I really am miserable…

And what it describes does not seem wrong…

Shaking his head with a smile, Klein held the letter in one hand and abruptly flicked it to the side.

Crimson flames immediately rose, devouring the paper.

No matter what, Miss Xio and Miss Magician are still quite kind. The only problem is that I already know everything they are reminding me about—and I understand the reasons behind them better than they do…

As Klein muttered inwardly, he rummaged out the mushrooms he had previously hidden.

There were four kinds in total. The first consisted of dried mushrooms capable of reacting with water and fish; there were three of them. The second was a new variety with golden-yellow caps, emitting the fragrance of flour. The third had a white base dotted with black spots. Overall, it was fluffy and swollen, as though liquid flowed inside, and it carried a rich scent of milk. The fourth had strange gill-like organs growing on either side, and its surface was covered in fine yet soft scales.

Klein swept a glance over the mushrooms, took out a gold coin, flicked it upward, and caught it steadily again.

After confirming the result, he removed the ordinary glove he had put on earlier. With bare skin, he directly picked up the three new types of mushrooms, trying to verify some circumstances Frank Lee had not mentioned.

The touch felt normal, and the mushrooms showed no change. Klein immediately breathed out in relief, no longer worrying that their danger level exceeded the forbidden line.

Earlier, he had been rather afraid that the moment these mushrooms came into contact with anything containing flesh and blood, they would immediately spread roots, devour, grow, and scatter spores.

“Perhaps it is because the current gas wall lamps are fairly bright. Or perhaps after being harvested, these mushrooms lost most of their activity and require special conditions to revive—such as the environment inside a living being’s stomach pouch…”

Upholding an empirical spirit, Klein pulled closed the heavy curtains of the master bedroom and extinguished all the gas wall lamps.

Then, once again, he picked up the new varieties of mushrooms barehanded, confirming that they showed no abnormality and did not suck his flesh and blood.

After completing this, Klein relit the wall lamps and set up a ritual, sacrificing the mushrooms above the gray fog.

Sitting in the Fool’s seat, he did not rush to summon Creeping Hunger. First, he made the small metal bottle containing his own blood fly onto the bronze long table.

Immediately afterward, he poured one drop of blood onto the tabletop and pushed the three new types of mushrooms toward it.

In just a second, the parts of the mushrooms near the blood suddenly softened, writhing as they wrapped around it. Dense needle-like filaments grew from the contact surface.

“…”

The corners of Klein’s mouth twitched slightly at the sight. He directly called upon a small amount of power from the mysterious space above the gray fog and suppressed all the mushrooms, then made the drop of blood fly back into the metal bottle before closing its lid.

He now roughly understood these mushrooms’ characteristics and no longer wasted time. With a wave of his hand, he made Creeping Hunger fly over from the pile of miscellaneous objects.

Holding the thin human-skin glove, Klein placed it on the…