Chapter 936: Don't Want to Miss Out

Amidst the clacking sounds, a white piece of illusory paper spewed out

from the radio transceiver. On it were words composed of Loenese:

"Exalted Great Master, your puny, loyal, and humble servant, Arrodes, is

here to answer your summoning!

"Did you know? Dr. Aaron Ceres's child was born the night before the

last."

Thankfully I contacted the magic mirror in time... Klein

nodded slightly and said, "Now I know."

Amidst clacking sounds, more of the illusory white paper spewed out:

"Based on the principle of reciprocity, it's your turn to ask a

question."

Klein had originally wanted to ask about matters regarding Ince

Zangwill, 0-08 and the Red Angel evil spirit, but considering how he had

failed divining it above the gray fog, it was almost certain that

Arrodes was unable to see it. At best, it could provide him more

detailed information regarding 0-08, but this way, without the gray

fog's screening, it would be equivalent to him knowing of 0-08, and it

would result in it knowing him. It didn't benefit him when it came to

hiding behind the scenes to direct a play.

After thinking for two seconds, he asked, "What means are there to speed

up the digestion of potions?"

"Do a better job acting." On the illusory white paper, black words were

produced.

Upon seeing the magic mirror's reply, Klein first fell silent before he

slowly exhaled.

For the present him, Ince Zangwill's appearance was too early!

He still needed about two months to completely digest the Marionettist

potion. When that happened, and with him already gathering the

ingredients, he could orchestrate an assassination of the demigod, Ince

Zangwill, placing the Sequence advancement with his wish together. Then

there was no need for him to consider any room for retreat. However,

Ince Zangwill wouldn't "appear," until he was done preparing everything.

He wouldn't follow the steps that Klein had in mind.

Based on Klein's earliest ideas, it was to first gather information,

figure out where Ince Zangwill was, and wait until it was late August or

early September before confirming the plan based on the situation. If

not for the possession of the evil spirit, Ince Zangwill wouldn't have

exposed himself. If he didn't use Ince Zangwill's current condition, it

was very possible that he couldn't find the latter again once he

exorcised the evil spirit. Coincidences would stand in his way when it

came to meeting him.

Furthermore, if that were really the Red Angel evil spirit, Klein was

also worried that Ince Zangwill might've already died by the time he and

Leonard started exacting revenge. The reason behind his death could be

due to certain machinations, or from some ridiculously comedic

situations, and not because of his sins.

Due to these considerations, Klein attempted to digest his potion

faster, hoping that he could complete it within a week or two. However,

Arrodes's answer left him depressed. He also knew that this wasn't

something he could force.

In two weeks, or even in the next few days, how was he to create a

better opportunity to act?

In his silence, Klein had already made up his mind. He didn't plan on

tying the two matters together, and from the beginning, he wanted

revenge against Ince Zangwill as his primary goal provided there was a

chance of success.

He didn't wish to miss this opportunity.

Although it had only been about ten months---less than a year---since

the incident at the Blackthorn Security Company, it felt like a very,

very long time, so long that he didn't wish to wait any longer.

Catching a glance at the gloomy radio transceiver, Klein thought before

wearing a stern look, he asked with a deep voice, "Back when I used the

Winner marionette to look at myself, I learned why Beyonders of the Fate

pathway will have such a reaction when facing me.

"Now, I would like to know what you see when you look at me?"

This question was a bolt out of the blue that seemed to echo in the

room. The radio transceiver suddenly fell silent, and the clacking

sounds sounded after quite a while.

A black illusory piece of paper spewed out, and on it were ghastly-white

words:

"I-I see support and dominance from you.

"Are you satisfied with such a question?"

Support, dominance... What does that mean? Klein had planned

on pressing on, but he believed that Arrodes was unlikely to explain it

too clearly because it lacked the required knowledge.

Realizing that the Mother Tree of Desire was about to find him if he

kept this up, he nodded and said, "Acceptable.

"That shall be all for today. You may return."

The clacking of the radio transceiver became increasingly brisker as the

paper that appeared was white again.

"Alright, Great Master, goodbye\~ Your loyal and humble servant,

Arrodes, is constantly at your service."

This time, the magic mirror seemed to forget to add a hand-waving

drawing.

That was quite a quick escape... Klein mumbled and immediately

took four steps counterclockwise and entered above the gray fog. He

conjured The World Gehrman Sparrow and informed The Hermit Cattleya that

the Mythical Creature blood she needed was ready. She was to provide the

means to regain a certain amount of strength during one's weak stages as

quickly as possible.

Before long, Cattleya set up a ritual and sacrificed an item to The Fool

and requested this mighty existence to hand it to The World and tell him

that the principle of the item's effect was to temporarily borrow a

portion of one's strength from their former self!

*This sounds familiar... It sounds like the powers of the Seer pathway's

Sequence 3 Scholar of Yore...* The Fool Klein was surprised as

he picked up the item that Ma'am Hermit had sacrificed.

It was like the end of a cane with a long transparent gem embedded on

it. It was carved with complicated, mysterious, indescribable,

three-dimensional symbols and magic labels.

Klein recognized two of them. One was the incomplete Pupil-less Eye, and

the other was the incomplete Contorted Lines.

*Could this be an item that really points towards Sequence 0 The Fool?

But isn't it a little too complicated... This cane feels really

familiar. It's like... It's like the crystal ball Little Sun had used

when he prayed to me! C-could it also correspond to another crimson

star?* Klein looked out the ancient palace with an odd

expression, but all he saw were illusory stars suspended in the infinite

gray fog without any signs of abnormality.

With the fact that such items were one-use items like charms, he

abandoned the idea of experimenting with it. All he could do was summon

some paper from the junk pile and seriously record down the complicated

and abnormal symbols and magic labels on the cane.

Loen Kingdom, Backlund, Dr. Aaron's residence.

A maid was inside the master bedroom, taking care of a soundly-sleeping

infant. Downstairs, the banquet which had many guests attending had

reached the mid-way mark.

Suddenly, in a corner, three figures quickly materialized. Leading them

was a man in a silk top hat, black formal suit. He was none other than

Klein Moretti who hadn't disguised himself.

He tossed out a charm and muttered an ancient Hermes term:

"Crimson!"

The dark red flames flashed, and amidst a light explosion sound,

soothing powers emanated out. The maid fell asleep instantly, collapsing

onto the bedside into a deep sleep.

Klein made his two marionettes stand in their spots as he walked to the

infant's cot and cast his gaze inside.

It was a child wrapped in silver silk. His skin was very fair, and he

was fleshy with layer after layers.

This infant showed no fear towards the stranger as he looked straight at

Klein with his eyes wide open while sucking his fingers.

"Ahem." Klein couldn't help but smile as he took off his hat and bowed.

"Congratulations on being born."

"You should say that to my parents!" The infant pulled out his fingers

and spoke with a bright voice that didn't match his age.

Klein chuckled and didn't harp on this meaningless topic with the Snake

of Fate. He went straight to the point.

"I brought the method that allows you to regain a certain amount of

strength during your weak stages.

"You can now give me that drop of placenta blood."

Will Auceptin opened up his fleshy palms and said, "Let me take a look

first."

"How do you know that the method is an item?" Klein couldn't help but

ask in puzzlement.

Will Auceptin scoffed.

"An intuition of fate."

It's like you didn't say a thing... Klein moved the cane from

behind him forward and handed it over.

The infant held it tightly and glanced at it twice before raising its

voice:

"This can only be used once!"

"That's right. Only once. Is that a problem?" Klein deliberated and

said, "With your level and abilities, you can completely replicate the

symbols and magic labels engraved on it, and then prepare the

corresponding ingredients to hold the correct ritual. Wouldn't that

allow you to use it multiple times?"

Will Auceptin suddenly cut him off.

"Alright, I accept it.

"Remember, you were the one who suggested it!"

"..."

Klein was momentarily a little dumbfounded, but he also seemed to

realize something. He had a vague feeling that, despite him being here

to take advantage of a baby, it ended up as the baby taking advantage of

him.

"Yes, I was the one who suggested it." He finally drew a breath and

nodded earnestly.

The baby's plump face revealed a smile as he spread open his other hand.

"I've already prepared it for you.

"A total of two drops. One drop is for the transaction, and the other

drop is your commission for facilitating this transaction."

There's a commission? Klein was delighted as he hurriedly

looked at Will Auceptin's palm.

There were two drops of silver blood there. Each drop appeared to have

countless, minute, aloof, illusory wheels spinning. They formed a belt

that had its head connected to its tail.

Just one look at it made Klein seem to lose his ability to think. He

felt all his thoughts repeatedly appearing in his mind.

He hurriedly shook his head and took out the iron cigar case which

contained Azik's copper whistle. He then placed the two drops of Snake

of Fate blood, which had clearly been sealed, inside.

"Thank you for your generosity," Klein said sincerely before asking,

"Can this be used to make a charm?"

The baby sucked his fingers and said, "Of course.

"As for the exact symbols needed to be carved, you have already seen

those. You are free to choose a combination. Whatever you get will all

depend on your luck."

Klein nodded and asked again, "Who should I pray to?

"You're probably unable to respond to relatively high-level rituals for

the time being. And praying to Ouroboros is bordering on being a

provocation...

"Do I pray to a Sequence 2 angel of the Fate pathway? But I don't know

'Their' honorific names."

Will Auceptin immediately grinned.

"There's a more convenient method."

"Who?" Klein pressed in delight.

The baby replied with a giggle, "Empress of Misfortune and Horror."