"Yeah." The repulsion began to become stronger, and the color blocks that made up the body began to fluctuate violently. The outer god said concisely and concisely, "Go visit the Fool."

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Inside Minsk Street 15.

Klein waited anxiously for more than an hour and found that nothing strange happened. The tables and chairs did not suddenly attack him, and no demon came out to chase him. It seemed that his divination was done without any malicious intent (it was purely curiosity and accident).

, so Mr. Edward's demonic crisis instinct was not activated, so naturally he was not prepared like Beria, or used contacts to find him directly.

After all, gray mist can even block the eyes of gods!

Perhaps Mr. Edward just felt that someone was spying on him, so he looked over without seeing clearly who was looking at him...

He breathed a sigh of relief. It was almost seven o'clock, and Klein found that his stomach was growling with hunger, and he couldn't help but miss the angel's craftsmanship.

Klein was thinking in amusement. At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly came, and he was so startled that he jumped up from the sofa.

Who is it? Klein quickly walked to the door and grabbed the door handle. His spiritual intuition had already sketched the appearance of the visitor outside:

It's Edward Vaughan.

Klein almost jumped up. He had just been discovered by someone else in his divination, and now he was looking for him. There is nothing better than being a thief with a guilty conscience.

...But there should be no reason for Him to think that I am the one spying on Him. After all, I am just an ordinary Sequence 7, and I haven't even found the materials for promotion potions... I think the most likely reason is that He came to talk to me about demons.

After all, I was the one who told him the news about Beria in the first place, and now the matter has been resolved... It should be, right? I hope so... I feel that I have hesitated for a long time, and Klein regretted not hanging up.

He turned the doorknob while muttering about the "Do Not Disturb" sign, using his clown powers to pretend that nothing happened, and looked at the visitor outside the door in "surprise":

"Mr. Edward? What do you want from me?"

The Angel of the Abyss smiled peacefully: "It's okay, it's about Beria. Your information has allowed me to get certain benefits from this matter. I don't want to owe others, so I only have time to visit now."

Sure enough, it was like this. Klein's heart was relieved, and he turned sideways to make room: "Come in and talk? I'll prepare tea."

"No, I have other things to do. I will come here to say a few words to you and then leave."

Edward took out his wallet, opened it, and took out a stack of banknotes. After thinking about it, he put the banknotes back and replaced them with a check.

The check turned shamefully lemony), He said to Klein while rummaging through:

"You have brought me a lot of benefits."

He did not explain clearly what the benefit was, but handed a check for five hundred pounds to Klein: "This is the reward."

After Klein accepted the check in surprise, he asked naturally: "By the way, a new evil god called 'The Fool' has been mentioned in many secret gatherings recently. Have you got any news or intelligence?"

Why are you even asking me about this...! How many people is this already! Klein felt that his smile was almost unbearable, and he replied nonchalantly: "Sure enough, you also have relevant channels, and I also got one recently.

Similar news, but it’s not clear, this may be a new one, or a disguise of an existing evil god.”

Edward nodded, not showing distrust or affirmation of the answer. He reached into his pocket and threw something to Klein:

"This is also a reward."

"A copy of the Extraordinary Characteristics of Sequence 7. The sequence is too low and I can't remember to sell it, so I'll give it to you too."

"If you sell it, you will get at least a thousand pounds. These rewards should be generous enough."

Extraordinary characteristics? The Tarot Exchange can be opened again! Klein caught the thing easily and took a closer look. It was a glass bottle the size of a palm, with chaos and black inside.

There is also a label on the bottle: Church of the Night-Nightmare-Soul.

Seeing these words, cold sweat suddenly climbed up Klein's back. His human instinct made him want to raise his head to see Edward's expression, but his eyes and spirit were completely attracted by the purple-black mist in the bottle.

Living.

The moment the mist fell on his hand, it began to rotate and twist, revealing a human face. This face had a slightly higher hairline and deep gray eyes. This face was interesting in Klein's memory.

, humorous, with a somewhat bad memory, a serious face that often showed a gentle smile, looked at him with wide eyes, full of fear and sadness, he opened his mouth wide, and looked at the person holding the bottle over and over again.

The man shouted silently:

run!

run!!

Run!!!

Captain...Nightmare, Dunn Smith...Why, why are you here...Captain, you should obviously be sleeping in the goddess' kingdom...Tinggen God descended...the devil...the devil!!!

"You do know him, Klein Moretti."

"We actually met, right? It was in Tingen, when the true Creator God descended."

A demonic chant-like voice sounded above his head, and Klein's hands trembled violently. He no longer had the courage to raise his head. The caution and strength he had accumulated so far were all swallowed up by bottomless fear and despair at this moment.

His vision turned black, and a sharp pain suddenly came from his heart.

This is the power of the "Apostle of Desire"... Klein staggered back two steps and leaned weakly against the wall of the entrance hall. He slid down bit by bit and could no longer see anything with his eyes.

I'm dying……

He died of the most common sudden heart failure, without any trauma or suspicion. Angel's methods were much better than Jason Belial's.

Edward watched quietly as Klein died, still clutching the glass bottle tightly before he died. He retreated, disappeared like a weightless shadow, and left No. 15 Minsk Street. The lights in the house went out one after another.

The wooden sign "Master is not here" flew up automatically and hung on the door that was closed by the wind.

He used five hundred pounds and the soul of the nightmare to successfully buy Klein's life.

…

It was getting dark, but Sherlock still didn't come. Emlyn folded his arms and leaned against the wall in confusion, looking at the sunset in the distance and his pocket watch from time to time. If the other party hadn't prepaid a thousand pounds in advance, he took the initiative to

Once the time was agreed upon, he almost thought he was being let go.

Isn't Sherlock coming?

What to do with the extraordinary materials he ordered?

I'd better wait a little longer...

TBC

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Decayed State: Modeled Not Rendered

A short and powerful title, a very memorable chapter! From this chapter onwards, I will use numbers to write chapter names, otherwise there will be too many words hahh

Moreover, I have always wanted to say that it is really interesting. Everyone agreed that it was Klein who discovered Edward first, and the bet was only on the length of time. It seems that everyone knows how much blessing the Source Castle is.
Chapter completed!