Chapter 81: Visiting Everywhere

Chapter 81: Visiting Everywhere

Emlyn’s gaze instinctively turned toward the tall stool on the other side of the room, and he saw that “exquisite doll.”

In his eyes immediately surfaced a mixture of amazement, admiration, and fervor. His mouth opened, and he nearly blurted out a question: where could such a doll be bought, and which master had created her?

However, he had long since reached adulthood and had experienced many things. He understood very well that raising such a question on an occasion like this would be exceedingly impolite, so he decided to wait until the serious matters had been discussed, then find an opportunity to ask.

Sharron’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. Her body floated upward, and she bowed to Reinette Tinekerr and Sherlock Moriarty.

“No need for greetings,” Klein said succinctly. “Our preliminary plan is this…”

He described the key points of the plan: he would use a historical projection to step into the trap on purpose, drawing the Rose School of Thought’s attention.

Wearing her black soft hat, Sharron quietly listened. Then, in her faintly drifting voice, she said, “They may not take the bait.

“Once they discover that the attacker is you, that Witch King may very well choose to retreat under the protection of a sealed artifact or angel.”

In that case, they would only manage to tie down part of the Rose School of Thought’s forces.

Before Klein and Emlyn could respond, Reinette Tinekerr’s four heads spoke one after another at a rather quick pace:

“Their…” “main…” “target…” “should…” “be…” “me…”

Emlyn was somewhat confused listening to this, but he could roughly tell that the spirit world creature summoned by Gehrman Sparrow had quite a high status and was closely connected to the Rose School of Thought’s temperance faction.

That is true… Even if the Mother Tree values me, a trap arranged like this is most likely meant to draw in Miss Messenger… Klein pondered briefly, then gave a supplementary proposal.

“Madam, you and I will attack the other Witch King together, in the form of historical projections.”

…Gehrman Sparrow is very respectful toward this spirit world creature… No sooner had that thought flashed through Emlyn’s mind than the eight eyes on the four heads all swept toward him at the same time.

He shuddered for no obvious reason and instinctively joined the discussion.

“Can this deceive the Rose School of Thought?”

Since Klein had brought it up, he had naturally already considered the corresponding method.

“I have an item I can lend Madam Tinekerr.”

At this point, he looked at Reinette Tinekerr and said, “That item can reproduce the Beyonder powers that surface in your mind.

“I hope you can use it to summon your past self, then have your main body enter a concealed state and inject your consciousness into the projection. This way, the Rose School of Thought will be unable to discover the abnormality in a short period of time. They will very likely take the bait and concentrate their forces to encircle you and me, giving Miss Sharron, Emlyn, and the others a chance to strike.

“If they are more cautious than I imagine…”

Klein paused, then revealed a faint smile.

“In that brief opening, you at your peak condition and I working together have a chance to forcefully kill one Witch King even under sealed-artifact protection.

“The key point now is whether you understand the Beyonder powers of summoning historical projections and entering a concealed state well enough.

“I can demonstrate the former for you. As for the latter, I will think of a way.”

Reinette Tinekerr’s four heads nodded up and down at the same time.

“I…” “can…” “No…” “problem…”

“That is the general direction. You can determine the detailed issues among yourselves over the next few days.” Klein silently estimated the time and kept his manner brief.

Sharron nodded almost invisibly and said, “The most important remaining matter is intelligence. Teacher can provide part of it. For the rest, we can consider using the magic mirror for divination.”

Maric echoed, “I remember the symbol you drew back then.”

He also remembered that the questions raised by that hidden existence had not been too invasive of privacy, nor had they brought an overwhelming sense of shame.

Emlyn thought for a moment and asked cautiously, “How will the two sides communicate?

“If we cannot grasp the timing precisely, the plan will definitely fail.”

The Sanguine’s pair of “Rose Oath” rings could not transmit what one saw, heard, and thought over such a long distance.

Sharron glanced at Reinette Tinekerr and said, “Teacher’s true body can remain on our side. Ten seconds after She enters concealment, we will begin our operation.

“Once She exits concealment, whether or not we have succeeded, we will leave immediately.”

She… Emlyn was startled and instinctively turned his head to look at Gehrman Sparrow.

He remembered very clearly that this “She” had been summoned by Mr. World.

Truly terrifying… Emlyn himself did not know whether he meant that spirit world creature or Gehrman Sparrow.

“After the intelligence has been gathered, exchange information once more,” Klein said. Seeing that time was almost up, he removed his hat and took his leave.

Emlyn’s lips moved, but in the end, he asked nothing and followed Gehrman Sparrow out of the house where Sharron and Maric were.

Miss Messenger actually didn’t ask for gold coins… This is working for Her, so she truly shouldn’t charge me… And even if she did charge, all the gold coins I have on me are historical projections, so I’d have to rely on Emlyn… I must admit, the “Ring of Spirituality” Emlyn provided to Miss Magician works very well. On one hand, it increases Miss Magician’s spirituality; on the other, it speeds up the recovery of her spirituality. It actually allowed her to support this until now… Just as thoughts spun through Klein’s mind, he heard Emlyn White ask with some confusion:

“That lady—uh, Miss Sharron—is a Sequence 4 demigod of the Mutant pathway?”

“Correct. The potion name is Puppet,” Klein kindly reminded him.

Emlyn immediately understood. After two seconds of silence, his expression slightly complicated, he said, “If she couldn’t speak and couldn’t move, she would be perfect.”

…If not for the Clown being a master of expression control, Klein would have nearly sprayed Emlyn’s face with spit.

He had thought the other party would praise Miss Sharron’s beauty and doll-like qualities, showing obsession and fervor. In the end…

I really cannot understand this fellow’s mental world… After controlling the urge to laugh, Klein sighed sincerely in his heart.

Emlyn glanced at him, seeming to have guessed what he was thinking. With a “heh,” he said, “What two things do you like most?”

In terms of the Gehrman Sparrow persona, he actually should not answer such a boring question. But Klein was also Sherlock Moriarty, and he could be considered friends with the vampire before him. After thinking briefly, he walked toward the alley and casually said, “Money and good food.”

“Then if I gave you a stack of gold pounds that could be eaten, would you like it?” Emlyn, lacking Miss Magician’s fear of the crazy adventurer, walked beside Gehrman Sparrow and pressed further.

Klein imagined it, then felt that this would both desecrate the gold pound’s practical value and deprive food of its appetizing appearance. So he slowly shook his head.

“So…” Emlyn’s lips curved slightly. “Although I like exquisite, beautiful dolls and pure, beautiful young ladies at the same time, when the two are combined, I inevitably feel it is a bit strange. Mm. I believe every one of my dolls has her own personality and story. If they suddenly came alive, but not in the way I imagined, I would be disappointed and worried… Of course, if I ever get the chance to obtain the Puppet potion and pour a little over each doll, perhaps I might try it…”

Emlyn spoke of his contradictory thoughts in a manner that made him seem like a philosopher.

If Miss Justice were here, she should be able to analyze Emlyn’s true mental state from this reaction and these words… Klein had no time to respond. His figure instantly faded and disappeared.

…

Inside the house Forsi and Xio were renting.

By the fireplace, Forsi leaned back against the easy chair with a pale face. She pulled the wool blanket covering her body closer and used meditation to enter a deep sleep directly.

Two hours later, she woke, full of energy, though a trace of fatigue still remained on her face.

This Miss Magician deeply and slowly inhaled, then once again reached out and dragged Gehrman Sparrow out of the air before her.

Half of the demigod abilities she had Recorded were abilities to summon images from the gaps of history.

Klein glanced at her. This time, he did not even nod. He directly Teleported out of the house and into an empty room at an inn.

Two hours earlier, he had been busy with Emlyn, Miss Sharron, and the others. This time, he was “returning” to Backlund for his own affairs.

Without wasting time, Klein immediately took out the adventurer’s harmonica, raised it to his mouth, and blew.

Once Miss Messenger once again stepped out from the void, Klein described, in concise terms, the matter of wanting to hunt the Dark Demonic Wolf. At the end, he asked, “Do you have any suggestions?”

The four blond-haired, red-eyed heads of Reinette Tinekerr swayed at the same time.

“Sefirah…” “Castle!”

That is essentially the same answer as Pallez Zoroast’s… Klein asked in puzzlement, “How should I use it?”

“Don’t…” “know!” Reinette Tinekerr’s four heads answered together in perfect unison.

Klein silently exhaled and thanked her.

“Sorry to trouble you.

“You may leave.”

The blond-haired, red-eyed heads Reinette Tinekerr carried immediately responded:

“Bill…” “record…” “1351…”

“Year…” “9…”

“Month…” “Gehrman…” “Sparrow…”

“Owes…” “me…” “one…” “gold coin…”

After speaking, Her figure turned transparent and returned to the spirit world.

“…” Klein was stunned for two seconds. Slowly, he took his wallet from the inner pocket of his clothing and picked out a paper crane.

“I have a question to consult you about,” he wrote on the paper crane’s surface with the fountain pen he carried.

After finishing all this, Klein lay on the bed and entered deep sleep.

In the gray dream world, he once again saw Will Auceptin inside that pitch-black spire, lying in a black baby carriage and wrapped in silver silk.

You’re already over a year old, yet still treating yourself like a few-month-old infant? Klein pretended not to see the other party sucking his finger and quickly described his problem.

The chubby Will Auceptin pulled back his thumb and looked Klein up and down a few times.

“Isn’t the answer to your problem obvious?”

“Ah?” Klein was both pleasantly surprised and confused.

Will Auceptin muttered, “You must not have eaten enough sweets lately, so your memory has gotten worse… Do you still remember what happens when Beyonders below the angel level of the Fate pathway look directly at you?”

This… Klein’s eyes suddenly lit up.