Chapter 1058: A Tool
Tonight at 10... Looking at Miss Messenger, who stayed in
place, Klein walked to the desk and wrote:
"I'll be on time.
"In addition, the situation in Backlund has become tense recently. Make
sure to keep the matter under control."
After reminding Sharron, Klein folded the letter and took out a gold
coin and a rectangular "diamond" that kept refracting light.
"This is a Yesterday Once More charm. It can allow you to temporarily
borrow powers from your past self." Klein handed the three items to
Reinette Tinekerr.
One of the blonde, red-eyed heads in Reinette Tinekerr's hands opened
its mouth and bit down on everything. The remaining three said, "Why..."
"Give..." "Me..."
"Count it as part of the remuneration I'll be paying in advance," Klein
said with an ordinary smile.
Arrodes's reminder made him feel that it was imperative to make more
preparations.
Reinette Tinekerr didn't ask further. The four beautiful heads bobbed up
and down from their hair as though they were nodding.
"She" then stepped into the void and vanished from the room.
Looking at the light rain and the dark sky outside the window, Klein
took off his coat and handed it to his valet, Enuni.
9:50 p.m., on a street near the Tussock River in Cherwood Borough.
In the commonly-seen autumn-winter rain in Backlund, a rental carriage
turned in and slowly moved forward.
On the carriage, the red-eyed Emlyn White, who was holding a top hat in
his hand, looked at the young man with pale looks and disheveled hair
before curling his lips.
"Is it here?"
The incorporeal figure, Maric, nodded. He pointed to a neighboring
building diagonally across at the shops over there and said, "That's
right.
"That's a bookstore. The owner's name is Charlie Raker and is pure
Loenese. However, he went to the Southern Continent once when he was
young, hoping to become a tycoon. There, he became a member of the Rose
School of Thought and a believer of the Chained God. He was later sent
back to Backlund and was made to gather intelligence, as well as provide
assistance to the other Rose School of Thought members who are executing
other missions. We've been watching him for a while and wish to finish
him off and sever the source of intel for the Rose School of Thought so
that we can create a better living environment for ourselves. However,
we ultimately held back."
Emlyn smiled and said, "The facts have proven that tolerance can indeed
be exchanged for better results.
"Heh, to be honest, your performance is quite different from what I
imagined for a temperance faction Wraith. I thought you would be very
terse."
Maric glanced at the vampire who was already a Viscount.
"Different people have different personalities. And temperance is only
meant to control excessive desires.
"I'm afraid you wouldn't understand and that it would affect the final
result of the mission if I didn't explain this matter too clearly. That
way, the desires that need temperance will exceed the limits of what it
should be."
*Heh, although it's very philosophical, there's no need to use me as an
example...* Emlyn leisurely leaned against the wall and looked
at him.
"Continue with the previous topic."
Maric looked out the window again.
"In Charlie Raker's house is a female servant from the Paz Valley. She's
also a member of the Rose School of Thought.
"In addition, in the two houses diagonally opposite to Raker's house
lives a widow and a male alcoholic. They're believers of the Chained
God, and they would transmit information to the Rose School of Thought
at critical moments.
"The thing you need to do is to secretly monitor these three people
while we're dealing with Charlie Raker. Through the information sent,
you'll be able to lock onto the person-in-charge of the Rose School of
Thought in Backlund.
"Of course, we'll definitely give Charlie Raker some opportunity to seek
help or send out a signal."
Emlyn nodded slightly and said, "I understand."
He then turned his head to look at the sky which had dark clouds that
blanketed it, blocking out the crimson moon. He turned the ring with the
ghostly-blue gem on his ring finger.
This was the Oath of Rose ring. It allowed Earl Mistral to share his
sense of sight, hearing, and smell.
This ring went around one big circle and ended up back in Emlyn's hands.
Of course, it was only temporary.
As such, Earl Mistral had already heard what Maric had said and shared
it with the other Sanguine participants.
Emlyn originally believed that although he was only the intermediary who
was in charge of communication and didn't play an important role, even
if that were the case, he felt that he was able to showcase some of his
spells as a Scarlet Scholar, allowing him to pass the information in a
really cool and elevated manner in front of Wraith Maric. To his
surprise, he didn't need to do anything. All he needed was to be on
scene wearing the ring.
This made him very depressed. He felt that he was purely a tool.
*Without being a demigod, I'm not qualified to directly participate in
many things, much less to save the race...* At that moment,
Emlyn felt a little impulsive. He felt that his level wasn't worthy of
his secret identity and that he was unable to bear the responsibilities
he needed to bear.
As for the Oath of Rose's effect of being able to allow the thoughts of
the two wearers to appear in the minds of the other party from time to
time, Emlyn wasn't worried. He had asked Miss Justice to hypnotize him
so that he wouldn't think about matters that he didn't want the Sanguine
upper echelons from knowing tonight.
Just as he had this thought, he suddenly heard Earl Mistral's voice:
"Arrogance, childish, naive..."
*This... This is a particular thought of Earl Mistral that was
transmitted by Oath of Rose... Heh...* Emlyn scoffed inwardly as
he began chanting a name:
"Ernes Boyar... Ernes Boyar..."
This Viscount had been hypnotized under the protection of Earl Mistral
and had been volunteering at the Harvest Church for a long time!
At that moment, Maric glanced at Emlyn's expression and nodded.
"Your current attitude is reassuring."
Very serious, very solemn, and very focused.
Ah? Emlyn was first taken aback before he curled his lips
slightly.
"Thank you."
The second floor of the bookstore was Charlie Raker's house. This
businessman was over 50 years old, and his parents had long passed away.
Despite being never married, rumors had it that he had a few
illegitimate children, but none of them lived with him.
After instructing the servants to check if the house's windows were
locked, he returned to his bedroom and poured himself a cup of red wine.
He sat on the sofa and savored it in a relaxed manner.
He was used to drinking some wine before sleeping.
When he finished the red wine, Charlie Raker stood up and walked towards
the bathroom.
When he passed by the full-body mirror in the bedroom, he casually took
a glance, and his body suddenly froze up.
In the mirror, his face had unknowingly turned abnormally pale. His eyes
were protruded, and blood was seeping from the edges. The corners of his
lips were slightly red.
As a member of the Rose School of Thought, Charlie Raker wasn't
unfamiliar with such a situation. He didn't scream or run recklessly
like ordinary people. Instead, he raised his right hand and extended it
to his chest.
Just as he touched the accessory he was wearing, his body felt like it
had fallen into an unmeltable icy abyss. It was cold from the inside to
the outside.
The cold seemed to have a life force of its own as it expanded rapidly
and covered every corner of Charlie Raker's body. It made him feel like
his joints and muscles no longer belonged to him as they began to abide
by the commands of others.
At that moment, it was as if there was another person in his body. It
was cold and blurry, filled with malice. It directly took over
everything other than his thoughts.
At the same time, Charlie Raker saw new changes to his body in the
mirror. Two figures appeared in his eyes. One was a young man in a white
shirt and black vest.
With his right hand having made contact with the object at his chest, a
bright light flashed in front of him.
The light seemed to come from a miniature sun, casting light and heat in
every direction.
Charlie Raker immediately felt warmth and was no longer controlled by
the cold in his body. He blurted out a word, "Cleanse!"
The miniature sun in front of his chest burned intensely. It was like
warm water that surged into his chest, forming ripples.
With that, Charlie Raker regained control of his body and gave up on the
door; instead, he ran towards the window.
The curtain wasn't drawn, and it was drizzling outside, dimming the
street lights outside.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
When Charlie Raker walked past the carpeted coffee table area, he
suddenly stumbled and nearly fell.
The carpet seemed to come alive as it wrapped around his ankles!
Bang!
The coffee table flew up, and the porcelain teacup and all sorts of
documents landed on Charlie Raker's face. It shattered to pieces,
turning into a strange dismembered puppet.
Suddenly, Charlie Raker's figure appeared elsewhere as he continued
running with a sense of fear lingering in his heart.
He had never hated his bedroom for being this big before.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Fountain pens shot randomly, and paper swatted around as Charlie Raker
finally ran to the window.
As a devout believer, he didn't break out of the window immediately.
Instead, he held the curtain and pulled it.
At the same time, he pressed his other hand onto the gas pipe.
A layer of white frost instantly formed on the black metal surface.
Crack. The glass window in front of Charlie Raker shattered as
every piece of glass flew out like a bullet and hit the merchant's face,
piercing through his perfectly fine skin. It caused blood to gush out at
his neck.
Charlie Raker's eyes darkened, and he fell back weakly. During this
process, he screamed and yelled, but his voice couldn't be heard beyond
the room.
At this moment, in another room, a maid from the Southern Continent
could clearly see the light from the gas wall lamps shaking.
She immediately turned her head and looked towards where her "employer"
was, only to see that the gas pipes there were covered in white frost.
In a house opposite to Charlie Raker, the brandy-nosed man, who had
rolled-up sleeves and gulping down alcohol, suddenly noticed that the
curtains were only half-closed.
For the secret signal that he and Charlie Raker had agreed upon, having
the curtains completely drawn meant that there wasn't a problem. Having
half the curtains drawn or only one side meant an emergency situation.
It required him to inform the higher-ups immediately.
He abruptly stood up.