Chapter 513: Intimidation

*If I had probed deeper, then there might be a high probability that I

would've attracted the Rose Redemption or even a hidden Red Angel...

There were several times where I danced at the edge of a cliff...

Luckily, I managed to restrain my impulse and curiosity about the weird

situation at Green Lemon Restaurant and the telegraph office...*

Klein retracted his gaze, finding the Sun Brooch inadequate in keeping

his back from oozing with a layer of cold sweat.

Compared to the arrival of the True Creator, this unknown and

undetonated situation was much more horrifying. At least, Klein couldn't

help but imagine what would've happened if he kicked the telegraph

office's door open, or if he went around to the back, flipped the

window, and entered the room.

He constantly imagined all sorts of strange and terrifying scenes, which

frightened himself quite a bit.

At the same time, he decided to produce Sun Holy Water for the

passengers who had eaten at Bansy Harbor last night, in order to avoid

any remaining dormant dangers.

"What's wrong?" Elland sensed Gehrman Sparrow's abnormality.

"I just remembered something." Klein used his Clown's powers to keep his

facial expression normal, but inside he was glad that he didn't take the

risk last night and had now successfully left Bansy Harbor.

As for the secrets of Rose Redemption and the King of Angels, he only

had one thought in mind: Quickly report it!

If he didn't report it, was he allowing them to usher in 1351's new

year?

If he chose to hide the truth and wait until he had a sufficiently high

Sequence or enough strength to explore and reap the corresponding

benefits, then Klein felt that he would feel very guilty and end up

carrying a heavy burden if something happened during that time, causing

the danger to be triggered prematurely, or if the remnant heretics would

cause the death of one innocent passenger after another. That would only

push him closer to losing control.

Of course, reporting the matter needed to be done in a correct and

astute manner. Klein wasn't foolish enough to tell Elland directly or

write an anonymous letter to the Church of Storms, which would then lead

to a lot of trouble. First, the authorities would definitely investigate

Gehrman Sparrow's background, and things could be easily exposed if

thorough investigations were made. Secondly, this identity might be

exposed to the Rose Redemption, which might attract a King of Angels's

pursuit.

What Klein intended to do was to use The World to mention the anomaly in

Bansy Harbor when the Tarot Gathering was held in two days. He would

then have The Fool to lightly allude to Rose Redemption and a King of

Angels. As a member of the Church of Storms, The Hanged Man would

naturally know what to do next.

This would be a chance for him to perform a deed of merit!

As for the blood of the direct descendants of the Medici family, Klein

didn't even consider it, because neither he nor Miss Sharron had the

intention of rescuing the evil spirit in the underground relic.

Noticing that Gehrman Sparrow obviously didn't want to mention his past,

Elland chuckled, took out a small black wooden box, and tossed it over.

Klein reached out and caught it, using his eyes to express his

puzzlement.

"The bladder of the murloc. It can be used to make items. It's very

useful at sea."

*The Beyonder ingredient of a murloc... Worth more than 150 pounds...

The captain sure is generous...* Klein had almost forgotten how

Gehrman Sparrow should react.

Fortunately, he had a lot of experience in acting. He immediately sank

his face and said, "I didn't save you for a reward."

Elland laughed and said, "I'm not giving you this in return for saving

me.

"Aren't we friends now? Isn't it normal to help a friend make up for his

shortcomings when he doesn't have such items?"

*What he said makes sense. There's no way to refute him at

all...* Klein held onto the small black box and remained silent

for a few seconds. Finally, he nodded.

Elland covered his mouth as he yawned before taking off his boat-shaped

hat.

"I need to return to my room to catch up on my sleep. See you at noon."

Klein waved politely and led Danitz towards Room 312.

He saw that Donna and Denton were up early and waiting at the door.

"Uncle Sparrow, what's that in your hand?" Donna asked curiously.

Klein didn't say anything and directly opened the lid of the small black

box.

The interior was lined with a layer of black velvet, and sitting in the

middle was a round, gem-like, transparent object. It had a blue, aqueous

luster that swirled outwards.

"That day, the murloc's...." Denton thought for a moment. "Bladder!"

At this moment, at Klein's signal, Danitz opened the door.

Donna walked in briskly while stretching out her hand from behind her.

She held a thick wad of cash that were a mix of ten-pound and five-pound

notes.

"My father, my mother, Uncle Cleves, and Uncle Timothy's family asked me

to pass this to you. A total of 150 pounds!" Donna smiled sweetly. "They

said that this isn't enough to express their gratitude; it's just to

replenish the supplies you used, uh... Those things are expensive,

right?"

"Still alright." Klein thought for a moment, then he accepted the

150-pound gratuity so that Urdi and other ordinary people wouldn't feel

uneasy.

Seeing Uncle Gehrman Sparrow put the cash and the small black wooden box

into his pocket, Donna was relieved that she had finally completed the

task her parents had handed her.

She quickly got into character and found her true intention for

visiting. She asked curiously and fearfully, "Uncle Sparrow, what kind

of monsters were those last night? Are ghost stories true? Were you born

with the ability to jump out of the flames and let light descend? Is

this magic, or witchcraft?"

Stop, stop, stop, you have too many questions... Klein, who

couldn't stand the heat any longer, took off the Sun Brooch and threw it

on the desk in the living room. He casually replied at the same time.

"They're called Beyonder powers; those that are obtained through certain

rituals and potions.

"A lot of ghost stories have archetypes, and last night's monsters were

created by an evil ritual.

"Ask him about the rest."

Klein glanced sideways at Danitz.

"How magical..." Denton and Donna sighed.

Then Donna said, her eyes shining, "Uncle Sparrow, you're just like the

'Superman' described by Emperor Roselle!

"Can we... can we also become people like you through rituals and

potions?"

Denton nodded heavily, echoing his sister's words, and both of them felt

a surge of strong anticipation.

At that moment, Donna noticed Gehrman Sparrow's eyes turn melancholic.

Soon after, she saw the mouth of this magical uncle open up, revealing a

somewhat strange smile.

Klein said in a low voice, "This isn't something to be envied or

anticipated.

"As long as you choose this path, you'll constantly be accompanied by

threats and madness.

"You can beat them a hundred times, a thousand times, but as long as you

lose once, you'll end up like that fallen bishop."

As he spoke, he leaned on his cane, took off his suit, and rolled up the

sleeves of his shirt.

One of his arms was shriveled and wrinkled, as though he were a

centenarian. The other was translucent and colorless, with a direct view

of the blood vessels, muscles, and aponeurosis beneath the skin.

At the same time, his face grew dense pale flesh granules that made

Donna and Denton fall backward in terror and slam into the door.

With thin flesh granules growing on his face, Klein maintained his

smile.

"See this?

"This is madness."

No... Donna and Denton almost lost their minds, stumbled

through the door, and ran out.

After a few steps, they fell to the ground, unable to keep their

balance.

"How terrifying..." Denton kept crying in a low voice.

At that moment, they heard the door to Room 312 clang shut.

Donna gradually calmed down, not daring to think of Gehrman Sparrow's

appearance again. The way Uncle Sparrow looked---the flesh granules had

occupied every inch of his face. The way his arms were shriveled and

translucent wasn't much better than the monsters of the night before.

For some reason, she recalled his eyes and the words, "this is madness."

Her vision suddenly blurred, and she couldn't stop the tears from

rolling down her cheeks.

"Donna, Donna, what's the matter with you?" Denton was so frightened by

her reaction that he forgot his fear.

Donna sobbed and said, "I don't know...

"I j-just feel very, very sad all of a sudden."

Inside Room 312.

Seeing that Klein had returned to normal, Danitz couldn't help but click

his tongue.

"Actually, there's no need to scare the children like this. They'll have

nightmares. Just tell them that taking potions is dangerous."

Just as he finished his sentence, he saw a hard wooden cane covered in

blood and dirt flying over, accompanied by a sentence that wasn't in the

least bit emotional.

"Wash it clean."

Danitz reached out to grab the cane as the smile on his face froze.

Backlund, Empress Borough, Inside the Hall family's luxurious mansion.

Audrey stood behind the white and gold railings on the second floor,

watching the servants on the first floor come and go, bustling with

activity.

According to the customs of the Loen Kingdom, the nobles with fiefs

would leave Backlund one week after the New Year Ball, and they would

return to their own fiefs, where they would enjoy a pleasant life in the

countryside or in a castle. In June, they would return to the capital,

where they would socialize day after day. Of course, a banker with

actual power and wealth like Earl Hall definitely needed to make trips

between the two places to handle many matters.

However, "moving" wasn't an easy task. Many things had to be tidied up

beforehand, and some of the servants would bring them back to the manor

or castle. Only after everything was ready would the masters begin their

journey.

*After this Tarot Gathering ends, I should be sitting in a steam train

back to East Chester County. I hope that vampire gentleman really can

get the fruit of the Tree of Elders and the blood of the Mirror Dragon

so that I can become a Psychiatrist before I leave Backlund...*

Audrey allowed her thoughts to wander.

Just then, Lady Caitlyn came over and asked with a smile, "Penny for

your thoughts? Well... You're already an adult. When you get back to

Backlund in June, you'll be able to find something to do. Do you have

any plans?"

Audrey didn't think further and directly replied, "Mother, I want to

like to join the Church's charity organizations."

I want to get to know this world... she added silently in her

heart.

"Good idea," the countess agreed.

After giving her some advice, she walked down to the second floor and

began to inspect the affairs of the family.

Audrey withdrew her emotions and turned her head to the side. With a

faint smile, she said to the large golden retriever that was sitting to

her side, "Susie, are you looking forward to it? You can run as much as

you want in the green pastures and in the lush woods."

She was making fun of Susie because she had only become a gift because

she wasn't a qualified foxhound.

Susie instinctively wanted to stick her tongue out, but she stopped

herself like a cultured lady.

She answered without hiding her emotions, "Of course, I like to run, but

I hate those barbaric fellows."

*Are you referring to the foxhounds that Father and the others

rear?* Audrey pursed her lips to stop herself from smiling.

She looked up at the wall clock and saw that it was almost time for the

Tarot Gathering.