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Klein's figure was dashing towards the bridge, the loud noise behind him making him involuntarily glance back.
The shadow in front of him suddenly writhed, and Leyton emerged from it, one hand clutching his chest.
"Cough! Cough~"
"It's alright, the commotion just now attracted the Nighthawks and Punishers. That Demoness didn't dare to pursue us, cough~"
"Phew~" Klein sighed in relief, suppressing the urge to sneeze.
He stopped, looked at Leyton with concern, and asked:
"Are you alright? Was that a Demoness just now? Which Sequence?"
"Two cute little boys, my name is Miss Panatiya, make sure to remember your big sister's name!"
A lazy, seductive voice sounded from the side.
Klein's hair stood on end as he vigilantly scanned his surroundings, the talisman he held in his hand almost deforming from the unconscious increase in his grip.
"Snap!" Leyton snapped his fingers.
A golden, illusory flame, imbued with the sacred aura of the Sun, ignited on a glass window of a distant building. The window instantly shattered, and the glass fragments showed signs of melting in the high temperature of the flame.
"Cough! Cough~"
Suppressing the burning sensation in his lungs, he walked a few steps to Klein's front and placed a hand on his shoulder.
The surrounding shadows rapidly writhed, as if alive, completely engulfing the figures of the two men and a crow, then disappearing from the spot.
Then, a fierce wind howled towards them, sweeping past without stopping and heading into the distance.
Using the shadows as a springboard, Leyton swiftly took Klein and a crow away from Verdi Street.
Only when the wailing wind stopped did they step into the Spirit World, returning to Minsk Street in Cherwood Borough.
"Phew~ The Church of the Lord of Storms's reaction this time was unexpectedly fast."
Leyton said with some emotion, lying on the sofa in Klein's living room.
Klein nodded in deep agreement:
"Perhaps they've been provoked too many times recently!"
"Is that Demoness named Miss Panatiya a demigod?"
This was Klein's guess. Even a simple movement or a casual remark from that Demoness carried a strong seductive meaning.
More importantly, he felt that Al seemed unable to defeat her, which was why he told him to run at the beginning. Of course, it was also possible that he couldn't defeat her if he brought himself along.
Leyton nodded slightly:
"A Sequence 4 Demoness of Despair."
"With despair as her core, she can create mystical viruses and bacteria, spread widespread plagues, and cause various man-made disasters."
Klein's expression tensed. He remembered Al coughing when they first met:
"Are you alright? Do you need to go to Harvest Church... Do you need treatment?"
Klein thought about their good relationship with the Church of the Earth Mother and was about to say, "Do you need to go to Harvest Church to find a priest for treatment?" Then he remembered that the priest in Backlund was a Beyonder of the Warrior Pathway, so he swallowed the rest of his words.
Leyton waved his hand and said:
"Although a Dawn Paladin also has some Purification abilities, it's not as good as the Sun domain spell I cast myself."
"When we were performing the shadow jump just now, I already cleared all the viruses we had contracted."
"We?" Klein was stunned for a moment. He thought he hadn't been infected, at least he hadn't noticed anything.
"That Demoness of Despair used the mystical connection between herself and the viruses she spread to pinpoint our location and deliver that message to us."
After explaining, Leyton got up to leave. Just as he took a step, he turned his head and said to Klein:
"Get some rest early. That Demoness won't chase you. You don't have to worry about waking up tomorrow morning with a delicate beauty lying in your arms."
Before Klein's face could darken, Leyton, along with the crow, stepped into the Spirit World and disappeared from the living room.
Klein sighed and sat on the sofa, recalling the absurd encounter of the night:
Was that demigod-level Demoness the danger indicated by the second divination? Why wasn't there any danger when I went alone? Was it because I simply couldn't detect the Demoness who passed by in the Mirror World?
This is truly absurd! I inexplicably provoked a Demoness, and I don't even know what happened, yet both sides implicitly agreed that the other was an enemy.
However, traversing through the shadows wasn't to avoid the Punishers from the Church of the Lord of Storms, but to engage in a tug-of-war with this Demoness and take the opportunity to clear the viruses from our bodies.
Klein felt that his little companion was quite meticulous in his actions, but also quite good at causing trouble. What was originally a simple investigation turned into a direct encounter with a Demoness of Despair.
"In the end, I didn't even get a chance to investigate what was behind the Master Key!"
Klein took the Master Key out of his pocket. He had decided to throw this key into the pile of miscellaneous items above the Gray Fog and would not use it easily again.
In a luxuriously decorated room in Hillston Borough, ripples like water appeared on a full-length mirror. Miss Panatiya, wearing a plain white robe, stepped out of the mirror.
Her loosely tied hair had come undone, and her plain white robe had some scorch marks.
This added a seductive, enchanting feeling to Miss Panatiya, who already possessed exceptional beauty and temperament.
"A strange Constellations Master, and he's even with a strange Seer. What an interesting combination."
Miss Panatiya approached the dressing table, looked at her reflection in the mirror, and a smile appeared on her face as she murmured softly.
She re-tied her flowing long hair, then raised her hand and easily tore open the plain robe with the scorch marks, completely unconcerned about her exposed skin.
The robe in her hand burst into black flames, burning until only a few ashes remained.
The door opened from the outside, and a man wearing a double-breasted long formal suit, with dark golden hair, a high-bridged nose, and facial features like a classical sculpture, walked in.
Miss Panatiya, completely unclothed, was unfazed by the man's sudden intrusion. Instead, she turned around with a smile and sized him up.
Zangwill casually closed the door and approached Miss Panatiya in a few steps, taking off his clothes one by one.
"I saw your name appear on 0-08."
"Shush~"
Miss Panatiya gently placed her finger on Zangwill's lips, stopping his other words, and chuckled softly:
"Now is the time for pleasure."
On Tuesday morning, after Leyton woke up, Bugs Bunny brought him breakfast and today's newspaper. Leyton took them and placed them on the dining table.
Leyton picked up a copy of the Tussock Daily. He was curious about how last night's events ended.
He unfolded today's newspaper, and the headline was particularly striking:
Last night, a gas explosion occurred at 32 Verdi Street, South of the Bridge, affecting several adjacent houses. No casualties reported yet.
"There's not even a culprit or suspect, they're directly attributing the problem to a gas explosion. Is it because the recent serial murders have already made Backlund residents panic?"
In Backlund, or rather, the entire world, gas explosions have become a common excuse used by various churches and the Kingdom.
Leyton picked up the milk on the table, took a sip, and then looked through other information for a while.
"Dong! Dong!"
As soon as the knock sounded, the door opened automatically.
Klein walked in, looked at Leyton, who was still eating breakfast, and sighed inwardly about how people who don't have to work get plenty of sleep.
He walked to the opposite side of the dining table, pulled out a chair, sat down, and then said:
"I'm here to invite you to the Kingdom Museum to visit today's 'Roselle Memorial Exhibition.'"
"No problem."
Leyton nodded slightly, silently speeding up his breakfast.
Leyton had already planned to see today's Roselle Memorial Exhibition. Leaving aside other things, there was also a Card of Blasphemy there, although it wasn't one of the ones he needed.
After finishing breakfast and tidying up, Leyton and Klein left together.
On King's Avenue in the West Borough, a long line had already formed in front of the Kingdom Museum.
Looking at the crowded people ahead, Leyton sighed helplessly:
"Roselle is really popular!"
"Indeed."
Klein nodded in agreement.
It wasn't until around ten o'clock that Leyton and Klein, following the line, reached the entrance of the Kingdom Museum.
They followed the people in front, walking step by step into the museum.
Inside the museum, the crowd gradually dispersed, making it less crowded.
Leyton didn't follow Klein, nor did he pay attention to the guide's explanations. He strolled through the museum on his own.
He easily moved through the crowd, his gaze passing over each of Roselle's inventions.
Passing a display hall, Leyton saw that it also displayed a flushing toilet used by Roselle. Hmm, its surface was coated with a layer of gold foil and carved with intricate and exaggerated patterns.
"I wonder what Roselle would think if he saw this scene!"
He sighed inwardly and decided that after returning, he would use spells to preserve all these images, as a first meeting gift for Roselle in the future.
This exhibition hall also contained some of Roselle's early diaries. Of course, the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, as the organizer, could not distinguish the chronological order of these diaries.
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