Chapter 735: Another Visit

Sharron was silent for two seconds before she said, "I'll help ask."

*It means you need to consider it? That's right. The negative effects of

Scales of Luck does leave one hesitant. However, Biological Poison

Bottle is really compatible with a Wraith. If it wasn't because I'm

short on money, and how it lowers my immunity, making me easily fall

sick, I wouldn't be willing to sell it. It's rather effective in an

ambush!* Klein vaguely grasped Sharron's intentions as he

stuffed the silver necklace back into his collar.

He asked after some thought, "Which power of a High-Sequence Prisoner

pathway Beyonder makes all surrounding lifeless items attack one's

target?"

"Puppet," Sharron succinctly replied.

*It's the power of a Sequence 4 Puppet? Turning themselves into a

lifeless puppet, so that they are able to control all lifeless objects

in a certain range? Advancing further, will they be able to directly

influence the mystical items of an enemy?* Klein nodded in

enlightenment and asked, "Then, do you know that demigod?"

He immediately described in detail the appearance of the elder who had

attacked him outside Bayam.

"Shanks," Sharron calmly said a name.

*I actually wished that you could share with me more about

him...* Klein knew Miss Sharron's style as he said with an

exasperated smile, "Then, do you know Zatwen?"

He was the mentor of the Naturism Sect's leader in Oravi Island.

"The demigod who was pursuing us," Sharron answered without hiding

anything or any emotions, like a doll.

*That's the one who made me feel like the chairs, tables, and curtains

wished to kill me... What a coincidence... However, it wasn't arranged.

It just proves that as a secret organization, the Rose School of

Thought, with a history of over a thousand years, doesn't have that many

demigods... Perhaps it has about the same number as the Aurora Order.

The number of saints number around five, and the number of angels and

Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts number about two to three... Of course, this is

also because they were suppressed by the seven major Churches, reducing

their headquarters to colonies. At the height of their powers, they

might've had far more than these...* Klein thought and asked

again, "Then, do you know the Rose School of Thought member that is able

to make an entire mountain tremble with just one arm?"

He planned on describing the arm's traits, but he realized that he

hadn't dared to look straight at it.

Sharron listened quietly as her eyes darted around as though they came

to life. She asked with a clear voice, "What did you encounter?"

*A saint, an angel, as well as Sea King, an Aurora Order demigod, a

monster byproduct from the Numinous Episcopate's Artificial

Death...* Klein silently made a self-deprecating comment as he

said with a wry smile, "I got on the bad side with the Mother Tree of

Desire, and I suffered an ambush from the Rose School of Thought.

Thankfully, I was in Bayam, allowing the Church of Storms and the

kingdom's military to take action. I also threw out an item corrupted

with the True Creator's aura, as well as something related to the

Numinous Episcopate. In short, it was chaos, and I took the opportunity

to escape."

He replied frankly, apart from hiding the existence of Miss Messenger

and Mr. Azik. As for the matter of the True Creator, he believed that

Miss Sharron had long known that he wasn't affected by the ravings. This

could be explained by a timely psychological intervention or psychic

treatment.

"Mother Tree of Desire..." Sharron murmured the name as rare emotional

upheavals slowly appeared in her eyes.

Klein didn't have the interpretation abilities of a Spectator, and he

was unable to tell what was exactly on Sharron's mind. He could only

sense that she felt a little fear and loathing.

Sharron quickly restrained her abnormal reaction, turning back into an

extremely exquisite "doll."

She looked at Sherlock Moriarty and said, "You are very lucky and very

mysterious."

Klein smiled without a word, neither lying nor explaining.

Sharron didn't inquire as she said, "You might've met Suah. 'He' is an

Abomination born 922 years ago and claims to be the son of the Chained

God. 'He' is also the present leader of the Rose School of Thought."

*No way. The Rose School of Thought sent its leader and a demigod to

deal with me... I'm just a mere Sequence 5! If not for Orange Light

Hilarion's warning, I might've already been captured by the Rose School

of Thought...* Klein felt a chill run down his back again as he

asked, "Is Abomination the name of the Prisoner pathway's Sequence 2 or

Sequence 1?"

"Probably," Sharron didn't give an affirmative answer.

At this moment, without waiting for Klein's response, she said,

"Williams Street has been destroyed."

Klein had pondered what kind of reaction he should have when Miss

Sharron raised the topic, so he immediately frowned.

"By who? When did it happen?"

"The Nighthawks and Machinery Hivemind. About two months ago." Sharron

had clearly gathered the corresponding intelligence.

Klein nodded solemnly and, after some deep thought, said, "Perhaps we've

neglected something. That evil spirit didn't need us to rescue it. It

was still controlling Baronet Pound!

"Could it be that something happened to that gentleman, incurring the

notice of the Nighthawks and Machinery Hiveminds?" Klein offered a guess

filled with half-truths without utmost confidence.

Sharron nodded.

"Baronet Pound died during one of his revelries."

That's it? That's the end to Alista Tudor's final bloodline?

Klein thought and said, "How's the situation with Williams Street at the

moment?"

"Some high-rise buildings are being built," Sharron described without

much of an expression. "People monitored it in secret at the beginning,

but the surveillance decreased with time, diminishing to zero early last

month."

Klein pondered for a few seconds and said, "Have you gone down to

explore it?"

Sharron's eyes swept his face.

"No."

*This is her remembering our unwritten agreement---to explore it

together because we found it together? What a noble-hearted lady. The

Rose School of Thought's temperance faction is infinitely times better

than the indulgence faction!* Klein probed, "Shall we go now?"

"Alright," Sharron succinctly expressed her stance.

Klein immediately instructed the carriage driver, and he changed the

destination to Williams Street at the intersection of West Borough and

Empress Borough.

Along the way, he casually mentioned what he heard and saw at sea, as

well as the experiences that didn't involve his secrets. Although

Sharron didn't answer him, she listened attentively, seemingly

interested.

This made Klein recall the time when he first got to know her as Miss

Bodyguard. She sat on the illusory high-back chair in the oriel window's

glass. Her right hand held her cheek as she seriously listened to his

conversation with Ian. She had great potential in being a Spectator.

The carriage passed through the silent streets in the drizzle before

finally arriving near Williams Street.

Without approaching the area, Klein and Sharron discovered that the area

had become a huge worksite.

After circling to the region that matched the underground ruins, they

stood behind a huge tree with a lush canopy. Klein said to Sharron, who

wasn't drenched by the rain despite not holding an umbrella, "Let's head

down."

As the rain fell, they passed through Sharron's blonde hair and body

before hitting the ground.

"Alright." Sharron didn't ask how Sherlock Moriarty was planning on

heading down with her.

Klein reached his hand into his pocket and easily removed the wall of

spirituality, and he opened the iron cigar case.

Beside him, a figure suddenly appeared. It was none other than Admiral

of Blood Senor who wore a dark red coat and an old triangular hat.

"He will head down in my stead," Klein said with a smile.

Immediately following that, he controlled his marionette in a composed

manner.

Senor immediately pressed his hand to his chest and bowed at Sharron.

"Good evening. I'm honored to work with you."

Sharron swept her gaze across Klein and Senor, and without a word, her

body sank into the soil.

Uh, Miss Sharron seems to detest Senor quite significantly...

Klein curled his lips and made Admiral of Blood rapidly turn into a

Wraith and sink.

As for himself, he leaned on a tree, half-closed his eyes as he

seriously controlled the marionette. There wasn't anyone around him, and

the drizzle was light and the streetlights dim.

Slowly, Klein found the feeling of being a Marionettist.

His vision and Senor's vision overlapped with one another as he saw

black-brown soil, squirming worms, and miscellaneous items in between

the rocks.

As they passed through layers of obstacles, they arrived at the region

where the ruin once was. The dome ceiling had collapsed and the stone

columns had snapped. The area was filled with soil and rubble, looking

nothing like it once was.

Such a scene made Klein believe that the humanoid statues of the six

deities had been completely destroyed.

To his joy, their location was relatively close to the room which sealed

the evil spirit. That meant that he didn't need to worry that any

subsequent exploration would exceed the hundred-meter range for the

control of his marionette.

Amidst the smell of soil and rot, they soon entered the previously

menacing room; however, between the rubble and soil, there were only a

few signs of crushed bone and rotting clothes. The dark gold and deep

blue light from before had all vanished.

*The Beyonder characteristics have been taken away by the Nighthawks and

Machinery Hivemind...* Senor's expression twitched as it

perfectly reflected Klein's mood.

Sharron turned around in the dark solid environment and gently shook her

head.

"They didn't send anyone in. There are no traces of living creatures

existing in here."

*That's right. If a living person had entered and exited this room over

the past half year, a Wraith should be able to sense it... Besides, the

deity statues obviously cannot be seen by the Nighthawks and Machinery

Hivemind... Where did those Beyonder characteristics go?* As

Klein frowned, Senor had a similar reaction.

*Could it be that the evil spirit wasn't completely obliterated? It had

long escaped?* Klein thought about it when he suddenly came to

an alarming conclusion.

He held back his emotions and made Senor pass through the soil and

rubble-filled room with Sharron, and they arrived at the spot where the

bloody door previously stood. And at that moment, only a few splinters

proved that it existed before.

After proceeding forward a few meters, the two truly entered the room

where the evil spirit was sealed.

It had likewise been destroyed and buried. Klein used Senor's body and

eyes to look for clues as he flew about.

"There should be a black high-back chair here." Sharron stopped and

pointed at the splinters above two rocks.

Klein instantly recalled the scene he had once seen in the dream---the

young man suspected of being Medici had sat on a high-back chair, his

head drooped low as though dead.

Sharron didn't pause. She continued proceeding in the compressed soil in

search for any traces. Suddenly, she spoke again.

"There should be one here."

Another one? A second black high-back chair? "Klein" floated

over in surprise.