Chapter 1231: "Visiting" Everywhere

Emlyn subconsciously looked at the high stool on the other side of the

room, and saw the "exquisite doll."

His eyes immediately revealed a look of amazement, admiration, ardor,

and other mixed emotions. He opened his mouth and almost blurted out the

question of where he could buy such a doll and who was the master behind

this piece of work.

However, he was already an adult and had experienced plenty of things.

He knew that bringing up such a question was very impolite, so he

planned to find an opportunity to ask after the discussion on serious

matters were finished.

Sharron frowned indiscernibly as her body floated up. She bowed at

Reinette Tinekerr and Sherlock Moriarty.

"There's no need for small talk," Klein said simply. "Our initial plan

is this..."

He shared how he would let his historical projection take the initiative

to step into a trap to attract the attention of the Rose School of

Thought and described it in detail.

Sharron with her black bonnet listened quietly and said with a slightly

ethereal voice, "They might not fall for it.

"After realizing that you are the attacker, that Shaman King will likely

choose to retreat under the protection of Sealed Artifacts or angels."

This way, it could only implicate a portion of the Rose School of

Thought's strength.

Without waiting for Klein and Emlyn to respond, Reinette Tinekerr's four

heads opened their mouths and said at a faster pace, "Their..."

"Main..." "Target..." "Should... "Likely..." "Be..." "Me..."

Emlyn was a little lost hearing this, but he could roughly tell that the

spirit world creature that Gehrman Sparrow had summoned had quite a

status. Furthermore, it had a deep relationship with the Rose School of

Thought's temperance faction.

*That's right... Even if the Mother Tree thinks highly of me, the setup

would most likely attract Miss Messenger...* After a moment of

silence, Klein gave an addendum:

"Madam, you and I will attack the other Shaman King in the form of

Historical Void projections."

"..." *Gehrman Sparrow is very respectful towards this spirit world

creature...* Just as this thought flashed through Emlyn's mind,

he saw the eight eyes on the four heads sweep at him.

He shivered and instinctively joined in the discussion.

"Can this fool those from the Rose School of Thought?"

Since Klein had suggested that, he must have thought of a corresponding

solution.

"I have an item that can be lent to Miss Tinekerr."

Having said that, he looked at Reinette Tinekerr and said, "That item

can mimic the Beyonder powers that surface in your mind.

"I hope you can use it to summon your past self, then move yourself into

a concealed state and inject your consciousness into the projection.

This way, the Rose School of Thought won't be able to discover anything

abnormal in a short period of time. It's very likely that they will fall

for it and gather all their strength to surround and kill you and me,

allowing Miss Sharron and Emlyn to find a chance to launch a surprise

attack.

"If they're more cautious than I thought..."

Klein paused for a moment before revealing a smile.

"In that short period of time, if you join forces with me in your peak

condition, there is a chance of killing the Shaman King despite him

being under the protection of a Sealed Artifact.

"Now, the main point is, do you know enough about the Beyonder powers to

summon Historical Void projections, as well as entering into a concealed

state?

"I can demonstrate the former to you, but I will think of a way for the

latter."

Reinette Tinekerr's four heads shook up and down at the same time.

"I..." "Can..." "No..." "Problem..."

"That's the general gist of it. You can confirm the details in the next

few days." Klein silently estimated the time, as if he made his delivery

succinct.

Sharron nodded indiscernibly and said, "The most important thing is

intel. Teacher can provide a portion of it. The rest can be obtained

through magic mirror divination."

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

She also remembered that the question posed by the hidden existence

didn't violate much of her privacy, and didn't bring about too much

shame.

Emlyn thought for a moment and carefully asked, "How do we communicate

on both sides?

"If we can't grasp the timing accurately, the plan will definitely

fail."

The Blood Clan's Oath of Rose was unable to transmit what they saw and

heard at such a great distance.

Sharron glanced at Reinette Tinekerr and said, "Teacher's main body can

stay on our side. Ten seconds after 'She' enters a concealed state, we

will take action.

"Once 'She' exits the concealed state, we will immediately leave

regardless of whether we succeed."

"She"... Emlyn jumped in fright as he instinctively turned his

head to look at Gehrman Sparrow.

He remembered very clearly that "She" was summoned by Mr. World.

How terrifying... Emlyn didn't know if he was referring to the

spirit world creature or Gehrman Sparrow.

"After the intelligence gathering is done, you can communicate again."

Seeing that it was almost time, Klein took off his hat and bade

farewell.

Emlyn's lips quivered, but he didn't ask anything in the end. He

followed Gehrman Sparrow out of the house where Sharron and Maric were.

*Miss Messenger actually didn't ask for any gold coins... This is

because I'm helping "Her." If "She" really wants payment, all the gold

coins I have are historical projections. I can only rely on Emlyn... I

have to say, the Bangle of Spirituality that Emlyn provided to Miss

Magician has pretty good effects. On the one hand, it can strengthen

Miss Magician's spirituality, and on the other hand, it can speed up her

spirituality recovery, allowing her to last this long...* Just

as the thoughts ran through Klein's mind, he heard Emlyn asked in

puzzlement, "That ma'am---uh, Miss Sharron is a Sequence 4 demigod of

the Mutant pathway?"

"That's right. The potion's name is Puppet," Klein kindly informed him.

Emlyn was instantly enlightened as he fell silent for two seconds before

saying with a complicated expression, "If only she didn't speak or move,

then she would be perfect."

...If it wasn't for the fact that a Clown could be described as a master

in terms of expression management, Klein nearly spewed a mouthful of

water at Emlyn.

He thought that the other party would praise Miss Sharron's beauty and

doll-like characteristics, showing his infatuation and fervor, but in

the end...

I can't understand what's on this fellow's mind... After

controlling his urge to spew out whatever was in his mouth, Klein sighed

inwardly.

Emlyn glanced at him and seemed to have guessed what he was thinking. He

scoffed and said, "Which two things do you like the most?"

With Gehrman Sparrow's character, he wouldn't have answered such a

mundane question. However, he was still Sherlock Moriarty---a friend of

the vampire in front of him. After some thought, he walked into the

alley and casually said, "Money and delicacies."

"Then, I'll give you a stack of edible gold pounds. Would you like it?"

Emlyn asked further as he walked beside Gehrman Sparrow without any fear

of the crazy adventurer like Miss Magician.

Klein imagined it and felt that this would taint the value of the gold

pounds, but also caused the delicacies to lose their attractiveness.

Hence, he slowly shook his head.

"So..." The corners of Emlyn's mouth curled up. "Although I also like

exquisite, beautiful dolls and pure girls, if they were to combine

together, it would inevitably make me find it a little odd. Yes, I

believe that every doll of mine has their own character and story. If

they suddenly come to life and not be like what I imagined. I would be

very disappointed and worried... Of course, if I had the chance to

obtain the Puppet potion and sprinkle some on all my puppets, I might

try it..."

As Emlyn spoke of his contradictory thoughts, he acted like a

philosopher.

*If Miss Justice were here, she should be able to analyze Emlyn's mental

state from such a reaction...* Before he could respond, Klein's

figure instantly faded and vanished.

In the rental apartment where Fors and Xio lived.

In front of the fireplace, Fors leaned back against the reclining chair

with a pale face. She pulled up the wool blanket covering her body and,

with the help of Cogitation, entered a deep sleep.

Two hours later, she woke up feeling energized, but there was still some

fatigue on her face.

This Miss Magician took a slow, deep breath and extended her hand again,

pulling Gehrman Sparrow out of the air in front of her.

Half of her demigod-level "Records" were the summoning of Historical

Void projections.

Klein glanced at her. This time, without even nodding his head, he

directly "Teleported" out of the house and entered an empty room in a

hotel.

Two hours ago, he had been busy with Emlyn and Miss Sharron's matters.

This time, he had "returned" to Backlund for himself.

Without wasting any time, Klein immediately took out the adventurer's

harmonica and blew it.

When Miss Messenger stepped out of the void once again, Klein recounted

how he wanted to hunt the Dark Demonic Wolf and finally asked, "Do you

have any suggestions?"

Reinette Tinekerr's four blonde, red-eyed heads bobbed up and down at

the same time.

"Sefirah Castle!"

In essence, it's the same as Pallez Zoroast's answer... Klein

pressed curiously, "How?"

"I don't know!" Reinette Tinekerr's four heads answered in unison.

Klein silently exhaled and thanked "Her."

"Sorry to trouble you.

"You can leave now."

The blonde, red-eyed heads held by Reinette Tinekerr immediately

replied:

"Bill..." "Records..." "For..." "1351..."

"September..." "For..." "Gehrman... "Sparrow..."

"Owes..." "Me..." "One..." "Gold coin..."

With that said, "She" turned transparent and returned to the spirit

world.

"..." Klein was stunned for two seconds before he slowly took out his

wallet from his inner pocket and picked up a paper crane.

"I have some questions to ask of you." He wrote on the paper crane he

carried with him.

After doing all of this, Klein lay on the bed and fell asleep.

In the hazy dream world, he once again saw Will Auceptin, who was lying

in a black pram and wrapped in silver silk.

*You're already over a year old. Do you still think you're a baby that's

a few months old?* Pretending that he didn't see him sucking his

fingers, Klein quickly described his conundrum.

The plump Will Auceptin retracted his thumb and sized up Klein.

"Isn't the answer obvious?"

"Ah?" Klein was pleasantly surprised and puzzled.

Will Auceptin smiled and said, "You must've been eating too few desserts

recently, causing your memory to be bad... Do you still remember what

happens to a Beyonder below an angel of the Fate pathway when they see

you directly?"

This... Klein's eyes lit up.