Chapter 102: The Blame

Chapter 102: The Blame

By the time Klein put down the copper whistle, he had already activated his spirit vision.

He saw illusory white bones on the ground weakly tossing themselves upward, slowly forming a huge body. If the same scene in the past had resembled a fantasy-version fountain, then this time it was merely an ordinary faucet turned upside down.

The corners of Klein’s mouth moved almost imperceptibly. He pretended he had not noticed anything unusual.

Only after several seconds did the skeletal messenger finally finish assembling itself. Its nearly four-meter-tall body once again pierced through the ceiling, while the black flames in its eye sockets burned quietly.

Klein folded the letter he had prepared and tossed it upward.

In the letter, he described in detail the connections among the wealthy merchant Jimmy Necker, the Death-related documents unearthed from the Balam Empire’s mausoleum in the Southern Continent, Vice Admiral Hurricane Qilangos, and Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy. He also mentioned that he had completed an infiltration. Although the assassination had failed, he had left behind items capable of determining the Black Death’s location.

Of course, he hid the specifics of how he had infiltrated, only roughly describing Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy’s combat techniques and style.

After the messenger’s hand, which could swat an adult human flying, caught the letter, Klein coughed once, cleared his throat, and said, “I already have my own messenger.”

The black flames in the skeletal messenger’s eye sockets clearly leaped twice. Its body abruptly collapsed, falling like a waterfall and drilling into the wooden floor.

Now it no longer has to fear becoming my messenger, right? Am I that disliked by them? Hm… It must be that these messengers from the underworld cannot bear to leave Mr. Azik. After all, he is a direct descendant of Death, and perhaps not even many generations removed. Hugging a powerful thigh—I understand! Klein was just about to tidy up and check out when his nose suddenly itched, and he sneezed.

Achoo! Achoo! Cough, cough, cough!

He sneezed and coughed. His nose started running, and his forehead slowly, resolutely, grew burning hot.

Damn. Vice Admiral Ailment’s disease is still lingering inside me, and I returned to Bayam while facing a cold wind of around ten degrees Celsius. Now I am truly sick… Klein wiped his nose with cheap toilet paper, considering whether he should summon himself and move around in spirit body state while letting his physical body recover on its own.

After careful consideration, he believed this was not feasible. First, the body’s condition would clearly affect the spirit body’s state, and the two had a close, strange connection. Second, if he simply ignored it, his body’s condition would certainly worsen.

I am already somewhat delirious from the fever… Klein touched his forehead. He prepared to first return to the Azure Wind Inn and meet Danitz, then decide whether to go to a hospital or clinic and buy some medicine.

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The City of Silver, the Berg household.

Derrick finally received the fruit of the Radiant Pact Spirit Tree promised by Madam Hermit, and successfully concocted the Solar High Priest potion.

It was golden in color and carried its own scalding heat. When Derrick drank it in one gulp, he felt as though his throat had been burned.

His eyes abruptly lit up, growing brighter and brighter, as if two miniature suns were hidden within them.

His body radiated ring after ring of clear, pure light. On the skin exposed outside his clothes, visible black spots bulged out.

At the same time, his body hair lengthened, as if transforming into feathers wrapped in golden flames.

Derrick knew that similar changes would occur when drinking a potion at Sequence 7. He did not panic or become terrified. He clenched his teeth and repeatedly recalled the pain of personally killing his parents, and the hope that had burst from deep within his heart after meeting…