Chapter 138: A Question That Strikes the Heart

Chapter 138: A Question That Strikes the Heart

Having received approval, the Sun Derrick froze for two seconds. The shame inside him immediately faded. Slightly embarrassed, he said, “I will further clarify this matter.”

I will work hard to make two more friends before the next Tarot Gathering—no, one more friend…

Derrick quickly set himself another goal in his heart.

Seeing this, Klein made the World Gehrman Sparrow speak in a low, hoarse voice.

“If it involves the domain of Death, you may consult me.”

And I can consult Mr. Azik…

He silently added the rest in his heart.

As for Frank Lee’s new mushrooms, he temporarily had no plans to transfer them to little Sun, because those were still only semi-finished products. The final “fruit” was filled with toxicity and madness.

“Thank you, Mr. World,” the Sun Derrick responded gratefully.

After further discussion of other matters, the Tarot Gathering entered the study segment and continued until its end.

Upon returning to the real world, Klein immediately set about resolving the matter of that Marauder demigod. But he discovered that his expected plan had run into a difficulty right at the start:

He had no idea where to find Leonard Mitchell and the old grandfather parasitizing him!

Saint Samuel Cathedral? Leonard is indeed very likely underground there, but I have no way to enter… He only goes to the cathedral to pray once or twice a week, and the timing is not fixed. I cannot possibly go three times a day, seven days a week, just to run into him once, can I? What kind of ridiculous plot is that? Is this so-called waiting by the Leonard stump? Even if I really did that, it might not work. As a Red Glove, he may have already left Backlund…

As Klein ridiculed the idea, he deeply regretted that, before, he had focused too much on verbal guidance and on fooling Leonard Mitchell, forgetting to ask how to contact the other party.

Back then, I should have said to Leonard, “I will tell Klein Moretti that his identity has been exposed. If he has anything he wishes to say, I can pass it on.” That would have let me agree on a private contact method…

Klein slowly breathed out and could only use his final method:

Ask the Magic Mirror!

After drawing a symbol combining Peering and Concealment on paper, Klein turned his gaze toward the full-length mirror. On the surface, waterlight rippled, and one pale Loenese word after another emerged:

“Great, supreme, noble Master, Your insignificant, humble, and terrified servant Arrodes has come in answer to Your summons.

“Before answering Your question, I must say:

“I was wrong! I was wrong!”

Klein raised a brow.

“Why are you suddenly admitting fault?”

On the mirror surface, the pale Loenese letters twisted and squirmed, changing into new words.

“In short, I was wrong…”

After a long string of ellipses, pale words formed with trembling strokes.

“Recently, recently quite a few people have been inquiring about Your circumstances. They learned of the reputation of Your current identity…”

So the image that Dawn Dantes is naturally romantic and can accept any woman as long as she is beautiful has already spread—even Miss Justice knows it? Thankfully, the explanation I used was that this is a shared alias, with more than one Blessed playing Dawn Dantes. A broad range of tastes can completely be explained… Heh, look at that. This mirror is so scared its face has gone white…

Klein had a sudden realization. Laughing inwardly, he changed the topic and said, “It is your turn to ask.”

On the full-length mirror, the words remained pale and formed a new sentence:

“Have You forgiven me?

“No, what I mean is, are You willing to watch my subsequent performance?”

This attitude…

Klein clicked his tongue inwardly. Outwardly, he said in a deep voice, “Then work hard.”

“Yes, great Master!” On the mirror surface, the pale words burst one after another into silver light. “You summoned me here because You have a question to test me with?”

Klein nodded.

“Yes.

“Where will Leonard Mitchell be staying over the next few days?”

Silver-white traces twisted rapidly, forming new text:

“7 Pinster Street.”

Beneath the words, watery light opened across the mirror, condensing into an image.

It showed a row house with the number 7 on its doorplate. It also showed a black-haired, green-eyed young man taking out a key.

Still the old place. It has not changed… If I directly visit Leonard, it would diminish Dawn Dantes’s image in his mind and lower my level… Have Emlyn White go? After all, my poet classmate should already have found out that this vampire has ties to Sherlock Moriarty—that is, Klein Moretti… The present problem is that the old grandfather’s position is difficult to determine. Since I cannot confirm His true goal, giving Him a great gift in His current state may not be suitable. It might bring Leonard enormous danger… And because this does not involve myself, divining above the gray fog would probably fail to provide any effective revelation…

As Klein’s thoughts shifted, his plan changed.

Rather than directly informing the old grandfather in Leonard’s body of that Marauder demigod’s existence, it would be softer and carry fewer hidden dangers to use the name of Pallez Zoroast or Amon to warn the target and make him leave this neighborhood!

Of course, the prerequisite is not exposing myself…

After pondering for several seconds, Klein asked again, “Where is the demigod hiding beside Hazel Macht?”

Layers of watery light rippled across the mirror surface, and the scene changed.

On a thick carpet embroidered with gorgeous patterns stood a set of small leather sofas. On the surface of the single-seater sofa, there was a dense white-furred cushion. At the center of that cushion lay a gray rat. Compared to its own kind, its eyes were closer to dark red.

A rat… That Marauder pathway demigod has parasitized a rat? And he is sleeping so openly inside Hazel’s room, even getting himself a cushion that looks very expensive… Is this because I disrupted his plan, forcing him to become like this?

Klein was first stunned, then almost felt like laughing.

The scene froze there, and a line of silver-white words appeared:

“Great Master, do You have any other instructions?”

Very perceptive…

Klein gave an “Mm” and said, “Use the mirror in the room to warn that demigod. Tell him that in the area around this street, there is an angel of the Marauder pathway wandering with no goodwill and in urgent need of replenishment. Also, Blasphemer Amon may come at any time.”

“Alright, Master. I will do it immediately!” On the mirror, every word glowed brightly.

…

Inside Hazel’s bedroom, the gray rat’s inspiration suddenly stirred. It abruptly stood and cast its gaze toward the full-length mirror in the room.

On the mirror surface, one word after another appeared, as if written in blood that had not yet congealed:

“Leave this neighborhood!”

The gray rat’s gaze froze for one second. After a brief silence, it asked, “Why?”

The words that seemed to still be flowing with blood slowly melted away and formed new text:

“In the surrounding area, there is a Marauder pathway angel who urgently needs replenishment wandering nearby. The natural enemy of all high-Sequence Beyonders of this pathway, Blasphemer Amon, is on the way.

“I warn you because I do not wish Them to benefit.”

The gray rat squeaked twice in a low voice, then asked hoarsely, “Who exactly are you?”

At this moment, he was extremely vexed. He regretted that the power he had accumulated earlier had repeatedly been forced to waste itself. Otherwise, he could now use Astrology to confirm the situation.

At some unknown point, the full-length mirror had darkened. The blood-drenched words abruptly vanished, then suddenly appeared again, replaced by new content:

“I have already answered one question from you. According to the principle of equivalence, it is now my turn to ask.”

Immediately afterward, a new line of blood-red words appeared below:

“After hurriedly parasitizing a rat, you should have been affected by this body’s structure and hormones. The object that now arouses your desire to mate is:

“Human female, human male, female rat, male rat, or all of the above?

“Please answer.”

At that moment, Hazel opened the door a crack, while the gray rat inside, affected by something unknown, actually failed to notice.

The door opened a little farther, and Hazel discovered that the demigod who claimed to live in legends was staring blankly at the mirror, as though intoxicated by his current appearance:

A gray rat.

Uh…

Hazel’s brows furrowed slightly, and she instinctively stopped pushing the door.

Then she saw the gray rat begin trembling all over, obvious ferocity appearing in its red eyes.

“Do not joke with me!” the gray rat roared hoarsely.

He turned his head and was about to leave the room, but invisible shackles suddenly bound his rat body!

This was not a power he would have feared in perfect condition. But now, his accumulated strength had been exhausted time and again. The most recent instance was sending a dream to the Beyonder bodyguard hired by Dawn Dantes.

Crack!

A thick silver-white bolt of lightning descended out of thin air and struck the gray rat directly on the head.

Hazel’s vision first filled with brilliant white light, preventing her from seeing anything else. When her sight recovered, she saw the gray rat lying on the floor, its fur charred black, its four paws twitching.