Klein sighed helplessly and said, "If I wasn't so eager to digest the Bizzaro Sorcerer potion, I would definitely choose ordinary people, low-sequence Beyonders, or demigods active on the battlefield to scare, not a genuine angel."
As soon as he finished speaking, a pale face was reflected in the glass window beside him—his Wraith marionette!
The Wraith marionette's figure flashed across the glass mirror and silently appeared in the living room of Leonard's rented house.
His somewhat pale and transparent skin rapidly solidified, gaining a tangible body of flesh and blood. Flesh buds constantly wriggled on his epidermis, transforming the marionette's appearance into a young man with black curly hair, black eyes, a broad forehead, and a thin face. In his hand, he was toying with a monocle carved from crystal.
In the corner of the living room, a transparent ghost floated silently in mid-air, completely unaware and unfeeling of the new person in the room.
Run after scaring, never linger. With Pallez's understanding of these three pathways, once He reacts, my true body will definitely be exposed. At that time, it won't just be embarrassing, but also very dangerous.
As these thoughts floated, the sound of a key being inserted and a doorknob turning came from the living room door.
Klein took a deep breath, using his Faceless ability to control his expression and heartbeat, pulling at the corners of his mouth to reveal a playful smile, staring at the direction of the door.
With a creak, the door of the house was opened from the outside. Leonard, with black hair and green eyes, wearing a relatively thin black trench coat and Red Gloves on his hands, stepped into the living room.
His movements suddenly froze, a chill shot up from his feet, directly to the back of his head, making his scalp tingle.
Semi-transparent worms protruded from his eye sockets, face, mouth, nostrils, and other areas, wriggling chaotically up and down.
"Heh, we meet again."
Klein tried his best to mimic the tone and demeanor of Amon, who Leyton was temporarily possessing, while also placing the crystal monocle in his hand over his right eye, though not truly putting it on.
His spiritual intuition began to warn him as soon as he made this movement, as if something terrifying would happen once he put on this monocle.
This level of danger warning... Amon has an avatar that has already arrived in Backlund, and has even targeted Pallez? Good thing I didn't choose to scare Old Man alone.
In the instant these thoughts floated, Klein clearly felt the sound of something illusory shattering within him. Illusory stars floated one after another in his eyes, and his Bizzaro Sorcerer potion was completely digested at this moment!
"You are not Amon." Pallez's voice echoed around, carrying an unsuppressable and unrestrained anger.
"Now any Bizzaro Sorcerer dares to scare Me? Even Zaratul back then, the little fellow from Antigonus's family, didn't have this much guts."
As Pallez's voice sounded, the Beyonder abilities, Characteristics, sight, hearing, touch, and even spiritual intuition on Klein's marionette body vanished in the span of a single sentence, until it turned into a pile of minced meat and white bones, only then did all these changes stop.
A vast spirit surged from Leonard's body, rapidly sweeping and "scanning" the surroundings.
Lasting less than a second, Pallez reined in His aura, grumbling in Leonard's mind, annoyed:
"Hmph! Your former colleague is getting bolder and bolder."
"...Klein? Was that Amon just now him in disguise? What does he want to do?" Leonard was momentarily unable to react.
"What does he want to do? Of course, it's to digest the Bizzaro Sorcerer potion on him. He's the only one who knows I'm parasitic on you and needs to act as a Bizzaro Sorcerer."
Pallez snorted annoyedly in response.
A moment later, Pallez composed His emotions, His tone no longer showing anger as He said, "He's so eager to digest the potion, he must be planning something for later. My previous doubts are finally resolved."
"What doubts?" Leonard asked curiously.
Pallez replied in a low voice:
"Evernight wants to use Me to attract Amon to Backlund, relying on Her to restrain Zaratul. Then who attracted me and Zaratul here?"
Leonard was a bit bewildered, subconsciously asking, "Isn't it because I'm here?"
"You were left in Backlund because I'm parasitic on you, not because of you yourself. The Convergence between Beyonder characteristic will, to a certain extent, influence fate, making encounters happen subtly, normally, and logically," Pallez explained impatiently.
Leonard nodded as if he understood, saying, "Then what was the factor that attracted you all to Backlund?"
"You should be very familiar with Him. You even saw Him today, The Fool who gathered many of you for a gathering. Given the relationship between Him and 'Night,' it's enough for the Mother of Concealment to make many arrangements."
"Heh, I wonder what conspiracy They are planning. I, this frail old man, still have to be repeatedly used by Them. Life is truly difficult!"
After emitting a sigh, Pallez fell silent, no longer speaking, no matter how Leonard pressed Him.
In the West Borough, on the square in front of Saint Samuel Cathedral, Klein let out a long sigh with a look of melancholy. He could feel that Pallez had truly gotten angry for a moment just now and had murderous intent towards him.
Fortunately, Old Man quickly regained His composure, otherwise, it would have been difficult to end today. From now on, I'll have to try to avoid Leonard. Although Pallez won't truly do anything to me out of respect for the Goddess and The Fool, teasing, deception, and pranks are unavoidable. Perhaps some life, characteristics, and fate will even be stolen.
After a moment of internal sighing, Klein turned his head to Leyton and said, "Pallez's feedback was very strong. The Bizzaro Sorcerer potion on me is completely digested."
"Congratulations, you now have one more angel who will often think of you."
Responding with a smile, the information attached to Klein converged into a "light" that was difficult to observe with the naked eye. It surged out of his body, flowed away into the distance, and quickly disappeared from Klein's sight.
"I'll have to give Old Man some benefits through Leonard later. I can't always be remembered by an angel."
Muttering to himself, Klein turned and walked towards Saint Samuel Cathedral behind him.
After Klein left, a crow with a white eye-ring over its right eye flapped its wings and departed from the rooftop opposite the church.
Behind this crow, a "light" composed of pure, complex information surged out of thin air, following it as it disappeared into the hazy sky.
By the Tussock River, the crow with a white eye-ring landed on a gas lamp post, and Amon's voice came from its mouth:
"Since you discovered me, why didn't you tell that Bizzaro Sorcerer?"
"Or, have you changed your mind and decided to support me in becoming the new Lord of the Mysteries?"
The "light" woven from pure information materialized beside the crow, converging into a transparent figure, and replied calmly:
"You have too many clones, and I cannot personally come to Backlund. Whatever you want to do, it's very difficult for me to stop, so why waste effort?"
"Your father, who is either truly asleep or feigning sleep, needs him to go to the Giant King's Court to retrieve the first blasphemy slate left there. Therefore, for a long time in the future, he will be safe."
The crow with a white eye-ring shook its head in a human-like manner, emitting Amon's voice:
"Once I steal Sefirah Castle from him, I can also enter the Giant King's Court and retrieve the first blasphemy slate."
"You are not Error yet; you cannot achieve that level of 'theft'."
Leyton's voice echoed around, but the transparent figure formed by pure information had already vanished.
Amon stared at the spot where Leyton's figure disappeared, and said calmly and firmly:
"Error, that's a simple matter. I will be one soon."