Chapter 1157: Poise

Klein pressed down on the grayish-white wall and slowly sat up straight.

He smiled and shook his head.

"Before I fill my stomach, my brain refuses to work."

He was speaking the truth, and also a lie. This was because, before

becoming a complete Mythical Creature, a saint would still be hungry and

thirsty. But to a Sequence 3 demigod, not eating or drinking for half a

month wasn't a problem. As for a whole Mythical Creature, eating was

only a hobby, not a necessity.

What he wanted to express was that, before he officially made attempts

at escaping, he needed to be in optimal condition.

"The habit of a Magician," Amon commented with a smile. "I'm not in

charge of providing food, but you can think of a solution yourself."

Looking at the lantern on the ground, Klein thought for a few seconds

before reaching out his right hand into the air.

A not-so-tall coffee table immediately appeared in front of him. It was

an item from the residence belonging to Dwayne Dantes.

Under the dim yellow light, Klein reached out once again to summon a

beautifully packaged box from the Historical Void.

Inside the box was a set of cutlery, including a knife, fork, and cup.

The reason why he chose this item was because he couldn't form a set of

cutlery by individually summoning them. He could only maintain three

images from the Historical Void at the same time.

After setting up the cutlery in a leisure manner, Klein politely turned

his head to the side and nodded at the pointed hat-wearing Amon.

Following that, he summoned a medium-well done steak covered in black

pepper sauce.

It landed on the porcelain plate, emitting some steam. With him slicing

the steak with the knife, he revealed the remaining edge of the pink

protein.

Klein forked a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth. He felt that

the texture was real and the texture was succulent. It wasn't fake at

all as it really calmed the anxiety of his stomach.

"For fifteen minutes, not only will I not feel hungry, but I will also

receive 'real' provisions." After swallowing the piece of beef, Klein

smiled and introduced it to Amon like a hospitable host, and not a

pitiful Beyonder who had been kidnapped.

Amon pressed against the crystal monocle and nodded with a smile.

"I've tried it. It's not bad.

"Your ability to adapt is really quick. Are you really not considering

being my Blessed?"

After cutting another chunk of beef, Klein forked it up and replied as

though he was chatting with a friend:

"Kill me."

At that moment, the relative frequent lightning and endless darkness

ruled the land. Wherever the light from the surroundings couldn't shine

on, eyes were staring at the area with zero emotion. The twisted,

dark-red grass gently swayed in the occasional breeze.

In the half-collapsed building, the dim yellow light painted the

artistic coffee table and the exquisite cutlery with warm colors. The

aroma of the steak wafted in the air, not showing any contrast with the

outside world that was continuously connected to it.

Under the gaze of the terrifying monsters in the depths of the darkness,

Klein enjoyed a sumptuous meal in a refined and poised manner in the

desolate land that was soaked in extreme terror.

After finishing his steak, he summoned a small glass of iced wine from

Maygur Manor and drank it in one gulp.

Following that, cream soup, pan-fried cod, tender lamb stew with peas,

baked potato skins, and all sorts of grape wines were summoned one after

another before entering Klein's stomach.

During this process, the steak that was the first to be eaten had

already been maintained for a long period of time. It had vanished into

thin air, but Klein's stomach and body were numbed by the subsequent

food and he was oblivious to it.

Of course, the coffee table and food were replenished. Otherwise, they

wouldn't have lasted to the end of his meal.

At the end of the meal, Klein continued reaching out his hand, pulling

out a cup from the void. Inside was a ball of vanilla ice-cream.

He then used the spoon to scoop the ice-cream into his mouth, feeling it

melt with its delicious sweetness.

After the ball was finished, he still wasn't satisfied as he summoned

another ball of ice-cream from the Historical Void. As such, he ate five

different flavors of ice-cream in a consecutive fashion.

When Klein reached out his hand for the sixth time, Amon, who was

sitting on his side, suddenly laughed.

"Your fate has had an abnormal change. You're lucky enough.

"Is this your preparation?"

Klein's right hand immediately froze in midair. His pupils seemed to

dilate to a certain extent.

Almost at the same time, in the darkness around them, where the lanterns

couldn't shine, strange creatures twitched and instantly became Klein's

marionette.

This time, Klein sent out a hundred Worms of Spirit in one go, hoping

that one of them would be lucky enough to avoid Amon's theft.

Right on the heels of that, behind the coffee table, a figure wearing a

black coat and no hat was replaced with a disgusting vampire covered in

pus.

The artistic coffee table and exquisite cutlery shattered like glass

that had been smashed to the ground. Countless cracks appeared and

shattered.

They quickly returned to the Historical Void, just in case it affected

Klein's subsequent summoning attempts.

In the next second, the one hundred marionettes, along with the Klein,

who had hidden somewhere, reached out to grab at the void. He attempted

to avoid Amon's interference with quantity.

At that moment, they were all Scholars of Yore.

This was the ability of Bizarro Sorcerers, the source of the qualitative

change of a Seer.

Of course, the chances of success of each marionette summoning was

independent, so there was no influence each had with the other.

At that moment, the projection that Klein was summoning was the

projection of Reinette Tinekerr who had recovered to "Her" peak state in

the Tudor Ruins. Due to the contract and charms, "She" was the easiest

angel projection he could summon from the Historical Void!

Amon was still sitting leisurely in "His" spot. "His" monocle emitted a

faint glow as "He" watched the 101 Kleins summon at the same time.

With his right hands reaching out in an orderly manner before being

retracted, none of his hundred marionettes succeeded. He didn't drag

Reinette Tinekerr out of the void.

At that moment, Amon raised "His" right hand and also grabbed ahead of

"Him."

"His" arm sank slightly, and "He" casually pulled it back. Outside the

half-collapsed building, a huge cloth doll that was as huge as a castle

appeared. It was wearing a dark and complicated long dress, bound by

vines.

Ancient Bane Reinette Tinekerr!

Amon had stolen the historical image that was summoned by Klein!

Reinette Tinekerr's red eyes immediately reflected the figures of

Klein's hundred marionettes.

Without a sound, the marionettes, that were either disguised with

Klein's appearance or in the state of a monster, emitted a faint glow,

turning into homed mountain goats, white rabbits, and other different

animals.

Transformation Curse!

Klein's actual body had long disappeared. Then, he walked out of the

flames that rose up from the animal hide lantern. He looked at the

various animals that might be considered his and suddenly sat down and

chuckled.

Taking a stroll after a meal effectively improves one's health."

He didn't mention anything about his attempt to escape, as if nothing

had happened.

Amon maintained "His" relaxed posture and nodded cooperatively.

"I've read quite a number of books written by humans. There are indeed

such opinions among them."

With that said, "He" raised "His" hand and pointed at the projection of

Reinette Tinekerr.

"This is your messenger?"

This was something that could be easily confirmed, so Klein didn't hide

it. He tersely acknowledged and nodded.

"What a pity." Amon sized up Reinette Tinekerr's projection and shook

his head with a tsk.

As he felt the food in his stomach disappear, Klein asked, "What's the

matter?"

"I should bring you to Backlund to wait for a few more days. That way, I

can wait for your messenger to deliver a letter to you. Then, 'She' will

become my messenger." Amon nudged "His" monocle on "His" right eye and

said with a smile, "Snatching an angel messenger. That will be very

challenging and fun, isn't it? Life needs some fun, excitement, and

anticipation."

"I share the same thoughts," Klein replied sincerely.

"What a pity." The hatted Amon shook "His" head again. "Evernight is

someone I need to be careful about. If we stayed there any longer, even

I wouldn't have any idea what would happen."

As he spoke, this Angel of Time dispelled the Historical Void projection

of Reinette Tinekerr, allowing "Her" to vanish in front of Klein.

"You seem to be very wary of the Goddess?" Klein pretended to be a devout

believer of the Evernight Goddess.

Of course, he didn't need to don a disguise. He was still a Blessed of

Evernight.

Amon's gaze shifted to the lantern inside the half-collapsed building

and looked at the dim yellow light.

"I'm unable to steal things that I'm curious about from a concealed

state. I can't decipher what other arrangements 'She' might have and

what the key things to take note of are."

To a King of Angels of the Marauder pathway, there was sufficient reason

to be apprehensive.

Taking advantage of the opportunity while Amon was answering his

question, Klein suddenly recited the honorific name of the Evernight

Goddess in Jotun:

You are the Evernight Goddess who stands higher than the cosmos and more

eternal than eternity..."

Just as he said that, his thoughts were lost. If he hadn't had such

plans previously, he wouldn't have known that he had made such an

attempt.

Amon turned to look at him and said with a smile, "Are you trying to

sound me out, believing that I'll also repeat your words after stealing

your thoughts and words?

"At Sequence 4 Parasite, one is able to control the stolen items and

make them appear at a suitable time."

"Is that so..." Klein nodded gently. "Thank you."

As he spoke, Klein quickly summarized his experience and lessons of his

escape attempt.

Because the existence of the contract and their subordinative

relationship, summoning Miss Messenger is the easiest amongst all the

angels I know.

Summoning the ice-cream from the past Will can establish a subtle

connection with "He" who represents fate, and allow me to be blessed

with luck. Yes, every ball of ice-cream represents a portion of my

luck... I originally planned on summoning ice-cream as a cover to

secretly summon the Snake of Fate.

In the future, the summoning had to be done with a certain degree of

interference. Otherwise, Amon would be able to directly steal the

Historical Void image I summon. It would only be giving "Him" a helper

after going through so much effort...

Just as his thoughts raced, Amon pointed at the bunch of animals that

had been cursed by the Transformation Curse, and he said with a slightly

evil smile, "Aren't you worried that there won't be any suitable food in

the Forsaken Land of the Gods? There it is, as long as we don't dispel

the curse, they're real animals."

Klein was stunned as he suddenly looked at the goats and the white

rabbits.

With him willing them, the animals looked at him simultaneously.

In a sense, they were all himself. After all, they were combinations of

Worms of Spirit and monsters before being hit by the curse.