Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 549 The Obsession of the Promoted Person (Page 12)

Small shadows hovered in the sky, the tips of feathers chopped up the brilliant morning sunlight, and the cheerful chirps of skylarks fell into the waves, and then shattered on the rocks on the shore with the rising water.

Klein looked up at the little bird enjoying the outdoor air for the first time in a long time. While hiding behind him, Knowns was uncharacteristically obedient and became more and more clingy, almost sticking himself directly to Klein's body. The silk top hat is on.

After Klein intentionally let it go that time, the little bird seemed to have some psychological shadow of fear of being abandoned. It almost never left him or the Marionette, for fear of being left behind again.

What's even sadder is that Klein can even sympathize with Norns' fear, which makes him no longer strong enough to drive away Skylark, but he has become more cautious about his actions. This "Cunning Mage" always maintains that he has a marionette and operates at the farthest control distance as possible. If something happens, he can change his position and escape at any time.

However, he is not worried about this matter for the time being. At this moment, Klein is on the violent sea. This place is far away from the Northern Continent. Although it is geographically close to the Southern Continent, it does not belong to the scope of any influence. It is far away from safe channels and has no trace of human activities. .

Moreover, there are still remnants of the "God of Death" power in the violent sea. If there is too much movement, maybe the goddess of the night will notice it and be willing to help cover it up.

The vast expanse of blue surrounded the place from top to bottom, and the salty sea breeze blew the hem of his double-breasted woolen coat among the jagged stone walls.

On this barren and barren island, there are not only no people, but also no wild beasts or seabirds. Green moss and barnacles huddle in the gaps between the rocks, and a thin layer of soil breeds low shrubs, dotted on the bare islands. You don’t even need to climb very high on the dirt bag to have a panoramic view of the entire island.

A gold coin bounced up in Klein's hand, but before it fell, a light figure swooped down and grabbed the edge of the round gold coin with a "swish".

Under Klein's helpless smile, Knownes obediently placed the gold coin in his open palm and jumped twice happily on his wrist, as if he had done something great.

Klein put away the gold coins and tapped the skylark's feather cluster: "Yes, everything will go smoothly. I just want to confirm it one last time."

Norns chirped in a low voice, as if giving instructions, but Klein couldn't understand its words, but he could hear its worry.

He nodded: "I understand, this is a Sequence 3 potion, and something may go wrong. But I don't think anyone will find it. This island will be safe until I get promoted."

Norns spread his wings again, flew lightly into the sky, and continued to bask in the sunshine happily. After all, this was the kind of sunshine that Backlund could only experience a few times a year.

There are already a large number of papers stacked in front of Klein, which he has just brought into reality from the gray fog through the ceremony. There are old parchment rolls, neatly printed books, and broken single handwritten pages. The various languages ​​​​that Klein mastered have already been sorted into categories.

After giving the mushrooms to Silver City, Klein spent a lot of time sorting out the historical information about the sacrifice of "The Sun" to "The Fool". After much sorting and proofreading, he also extracted from all the ancient historical records he had obtained. Those parts that are questionable or controversial.

He had absolutely no intention of asking for things that were not authentic enough and difficult to confirm. The weight of these information was already sufficient. During the last inspection, he directly burned the part with defective quality, not intending to take any risks.

The cauldron stood in the middle, and marionettes holding several materials were placed beside it. Klein glanced at his three marionettes, "Winner", "Fallen Earl" and "Gatekeeper". Klein shook the narrow-mouth bottle in his hand, feeling that the next thing he had to do was not to get promoted, but to spread out a table and play mahjong...

He pushed this messy thought out of his mind and poured the bright red auxiliary ingredients in the bottle into the cauldron.

The blood of the Dog of Fulgrim, the white frost crystals of the Demonic Wolf of Mist, the flocculent heart of the Demonic Wolf of Mist, and a pair of eyes of the Dog of Fulgrim, when the dark mist spread out from within and completely enveloped the cauldron, Ke Ryan asked Marionette to input the historical information page by page.

Until finally all the mist shrank, and the dark red potion between liquid and gas took shape and condensed at the bottom.

The pendulum divination showed that it was quite dangerous, but it was bearable and the deployment was successful.

The skylark is still flying in mid-air, enjoying the lift of the sea breeze. From a distance, it continues to rise, like a drop of ink dotting the sky.

Klein's skin suddenly turned translucent, and worms with strange symbols emerged from underneath. When he leaned over the edge of the cauldron and forcefully sucked the potion into his mouth, the eager worms swarmed together. Madly tearing up the dark red water mist, he quickly devoured it.

The coldness of an ice cellar froze the body. When every spiritual insect brought burning pain, the familiar gray-white mist surged out, covering everything, including Klein himself.

In a trance, he saw from the mist everything he had experienced - the places he remembered instantly, Burklund Street, Resurrection Square, Calderon, St. Samuel's Church, Nass, Baie Yam, Pulitzer Harbour, Backlund, Tingen...

Klein saw a black-haired young man with a bookish face. He dropped his pen in the light of the crimson moonlight, then raised his gun and put the muzzle to his temple.

The clip lingers for so long that instead of moving forward, it suddenly begins to resume its normal chronological order and progress forward.

His spirituality was touched, and Klein's scattered consciousness gradually became unified. However, before he could react, the young man had already pulled the trigger.

There was no gunshot, and the blood splattered silently.

At this moment, the spirit insects on Klein suddenly twitched violently. They curled up into a ball and hugged each other quickly, forming lumps under Klein's skin, almost inflating his body.

However, Klein didn't feel any pain. To be honest, he couldn't feel anything now. He could only stare at the scene in the gray fog, watching the young man open his eyes in confusion, and the gunshot wound that penetrated his head squirmed. To return to normal - everything he has experienced.

The life in Tingen was flowing within his reach through the hazy gray mist, but the spiritual insects were burning his cold body, and his limbs were gradually becoming rigid, as if he was trapped in a secret. The general state of coupling.

Strange patterns appeared on his body, his skin bulged outwards, and the spiritual insects squeezed out more and more flesh buds, as if they were about to break away from his body and spirit body at any time and jump into the gray mist.

Am I losing control? Why?

Klein's eyelids twitched slightly, and the "history" in the gray fog continued. He saw himself buying bread, going for divination, performing a four-step backwards ritual, meeting "Justice" and "The Hanged Man", and then, the captain and Leonard came to visit, and Ms. Daly's hypnosis...

Something is wrong.

The moment this thought came to his mind, Klein felt that he had briefly regained his body again, and pain spread through his body again, even more intense than before.

Then there are the Nighthawks——