Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 732 Arrival at the Southern Continent

After being promoted to "Master of Secret Dolls" and imprisoning "Blood Admiral" Senior in "Groselle's Journey" on the outskirts of Bayam and successfully turning him into a secret doll, Klein has become accustomed to having a secret doll, letting him go first in everything while he fights behind the scenes.

Unfortunately, when he was stealing the Antigonus family notes, he mistakenly entered the foggy town. In order to deal with Ms. Despair and Mr. A who were also stranded there, he had to sacrifice the hardworking Senior, so that he has not been able to find another suitable secret doll until now.

"According to my current conclusion, the best way to act is to hide the main body behind the scenes and let the secret puppet become the focus. I have always tried to do this. This has made me have a great improvement in digesting the potion. Now I can control two secret puppets..."

Walking on the streets of Gurain City, which was built on the mountain and had clear layers, Klein pretended to appreciate the architectural landscape that was different from that of the Northern Continent, while secretly observing the two military personnel following him from behind, and thinking about his next move.

His apparent purpose of coming to East Balam was to pass through West Balam and contact his friends so that he could sell the arms he had obtained to the local resistance forces and cause some trouble for the Intis people. Therefore, he did not need to be afraid of the military followers who had to ensure his own safety and prevent him from betraying him.

But considering what he needed to do in secret, Klein had no choice but to get rid of these two tails.

First, find a crowded place. For the Faceless Man, as long as I avoid his sight for a few seconds, I will become a different person… He chuckled and walked towards the busy area of ​​the street.

From time to time, horse-drawn carriages passed by him, mostly hired ones. The large public carriages that were common in the cities of the Northern Continent were almost nowhere to be seen. What was more common was a "coffin" pulled by animals or carried by people.

No matter how many times I have read about it in books, seeing it with my own eyes still makes me feel uncomfortable. If it were accompanied by some popular dynamic music, I might stay away from them... Klein watched the coffins moving quietly in the moonlight, feeling deeply moved.

Coming to a relatively flat hillside, Klein stopped at a square with a church, a bar, and a restaurant. Coincidentally, a luxurious "eight-man coffin" stopped in front of him. The four people in the front squatted down, and the four people in the back raised their hands and placed the heavy coffin upright. The lid was opened from the outside, and a gentleman in a white shirt and a black vest walked out slowly, put on the formal suit draped over his arm, put on the top hat handed by the servant, straightened the wrinkles on his clothes, and ran straight to the Church of the Lord of Storms not far away.

Oh, a church of the God of Death should be built here to perfectly match these residents who have preserved the local customs of the God of Death territory... Klein muttered as he watched the gentleman leave.

It was not until he actually witnessed the customs and culture of the Southern Continent that he felt that the knowledge in books and memories had become reality.

Combined with his research on mysticism, Klein has been able to determine that the Storm Church's purpose in preserving the customs of the Death Realm in Balam's colony is not to promote Loen culture: to prevent the "Night" path, which is similar to the "Death" path, from spreading in the southern continent.

As members of the same faith of the Kingdom of Loen, Storm and Night have various ways of cooperating on the surface, but they also have many disputes in secret. As for Steam, they have their main force in Intis and have no way of intervening in East Balam's affairs...

Klein sighed and turned into a crowded bar. Two tails followed him around the eight-man coffin and hurriedly followed.

But the next second, they were blocked by a crowd of drunken and emotional people. They finally broke through the "blockade" and entered the depths of the bar, but they had lost sight of the tall, elegant gentleman with graying temples.

The two men looked at each other and quickly split up, one went back to the gate to block the way, and the other went into the bathroom at the back to search, but no one noticed that a young man of medium build and brisk steps passed by them, carrying luggage, holding a top hat, and leaving the bar with a coat under his arm, and left the square from another intersection.

It was relaxing and enjoyable, and he didn't even need to use illusions or fire jumps... Looking at the sweaty pursuers behind him checking out the drunks, Klein smiled and felt that he had regained some of the fun of the Low-Sequence Period.

Next, he would find a hotel to stay in, and then go out to look for a secret doll. It would have to be someone who could speak the local Dutan language, and preferably a Beyonder... He looked around, and suddenly heard a sharp, terrified female cry coming from a secluded place.

Highway robbery, or something even dirtier?
Klein thought about it and turned into an empty alley.

————At the Port of Arathur, East Balam, a passenger ship that had barely escaped the unpredictable winds and waves of the turbulent sea slowly docked at the pier, and a group of passengers fled to the ground like released prisoners and dispersed.

A man with a high nose bridge and a black soft hat got off the boat with empty hands, following the crowd. However, he did not go into the city. Instead, he left along the coast and soon arrived at the deserted suburbs.

Only then did he slowly raise his head. Under his forehead with strong lines like a sculpture, one eye was deep blue, and the other was covered with bulging blood vessels, looking extremely hideous.

Suddenly, he opened his lips and quickly chanted in ancient Hermetic language:

"The Lord who created everything, the Lord behind the shadow veil, controls all living things..."

This passage of the honorific name pointing to a certain existence was read out in a continuous tone without any pause, but he interrupted it at the key point:

"shut up!"

"Don't think about it!"

"Just arrived here, just got rid of that 'War Bishop', you idiot, you want to pray to that evil god again?"

"It would be better to die at the hands of that guy. He looks like he has some of your blood in him."

"Bullshit, he's so useless, he must be your descendant."

"..."

Several voices in different tones argued with each other for a while before stopping.

The beach returned to silence. The bulging blood vessels in the man's left eye disappeared. His other deep blue eye moved. He reached out from his clothes and took out a notebook. His slightly pale hand grasped the feather pen tucked inside.

Turning to the latest page, he hesitated for a moment and wrote a few new lines:

"After a brief debate, the evil spirit in Ince Zangwill reached a consensus again. His desire for the extraordinary characteristics of the Hunter Path overwhelmed other thoughts, which required cooperation from both sides.

"After this commotion, the evil spirit will remain rational in the short term. His tendency to aggregate extraordinary characteristics will attract a certain 'reaper' in the city of Tetnik to approach unconsciously, while other 'hunters' of the path of demigod happen to be not in this city.

"Ince Zangwill decided to satisfy the evil spirit's thirst first, and then go to Gurain to join the 'Pale Hand' of the Spirit Cult to expel the evil spirit in his body. This is a reasonable choice."

Putting away the notebook and quill, a black shadow surged beside him, wrapping him up and rushing forward at an extremely fast speed.

(End of this chapter)