Chapter 69: Pleading

Chapter 69: Pleading

After a brief moment of shock, Emlyn could not help looking left and right, somewhat suspecting that the World was lurking somewhere nearby, one of the few believers present.

After all, he had never mentioned the Nightmare Candle during the Tarot Club. Bishop Utravsky also rarely came into conflict with others and almost never used any mystical items. If Emlyn had not once been implanted with the psychological suggestion that made him frequently come to the Harvest Church, and if he had not later received Sherlock Moriarty’s reminder and asked the bishop afterward, even he himself would have found it difficult to learn of the Nightmare Candle’s existence.

At that instant, everyone looked like the World in Emlyn’s eyes. Whether it was the stout middle-aged man, the old woman wrapped in a dull gray headscarf, or the fashionable young lady with pretty features, all of them seemed to share something in common with the World.

No, I have to ask this clearly. He actually understands the situation around me this well… There are some things I have never even mentioned before Mr. Fool…

Emlyn truly felt a little frightened. He rose, walked into the clergy’s rest room at the back, and in the quiet, empty environment, responded, “Honorable Mr. Fool, I would like to speak with the World directly.”

In less than ten seconds, tide-like crimson light surged before Emlyn’s eyes and drowned him.

Then he found that he had returned above the gray fog, returned to that majestic, magnificent palace, returned to the seat that belonged to him.

At the far end of the mottled long table, the World’s blurred figure was already waiting.

Compared with the past, Emlyn had improved greatly. He did not rush to speak with the World, first bowing to Mr. Fool, who sat high above and leisurely watched. Only then did he look toward his target and ask, “How do you know I can obtain the Nightmare Candle?”

Under Klein’s control, the World gave a hoarse chuckle.

“Perhaps we have met.”

He did not say too much, pointing out only the key point. Whether the other party could guess the truth was Emlyn’s own problem.

Of course, Klein believed that Emlyn temporarily had no way to associate him with Sherlock Moriarty. After all, he lacked the necessary clues.

Emlyn’s brows knitted little by little. One suspect after another appeared in his mind, yet he could not determine which of them was the World.

“Believe me. I bear no malice toward members of the Tarot Club,” the World added after seeing Emlyn remain silent for a long time.

Heh. One day, I will find you…

Emlyn silently muttered, then changed the subject.

“What do you want the Nightmare Candle for? I need a sufficient reason before I can lend out this mystical item.”

Klein restrained the urge to lift his right hand and rub his temples. He made the World remain silent for a moment before saying, “To treat my mental problem.”

Treat… a mental problem…

Emlyn could not help shrinking backward. Immediately afterward, he straightened his back again.

Looking at the World now, the expression in his eyes clearly said: As expected, you are a dangerous madman.

“…The Nightmare Candle does indeed have such an effect.” Emlyn thought briefly. “I can only lend it to you for half a day. Is that acceptable?”

“It is,” Klein answered through the World, enduring the threats and pleading echoing in his mind.

If the Nightmare Candle was effective, Klein could resolve the problem within fifteen minutes. If it proved useless, then holding it for days or months would make no difference. Therefore, the rental period was not the key point. He did not care at all about that requirement.

After mentally calculating for two seconds, Emlyn said, “The rent is 300 pounds, and five pages of Beyonder abilities recorded into Leymano’s Travels.”

He split half of the burden he had to bear onto someone else.

Five pages… Just how many pages did this fellow use?

While lampooning inwardly, Klein had the World say, “No…