"Okay." Klein nodded solemnly.
Sheriff Fashen touched his short hair and said: "Also, there are some other arrangements. I'll explain them in detail, and you can decide for yourself." His gaze shifted to the living room area.
Klein politely made a "go ahead" gesture, watched Sheriff Fashen close the door and enter, walk to the sofa, and sit down.
"What arrangements?" Klein said without taking off his coat, his hands still in his pockets.
Fashen leaned forward slightly, clasping his hands and said:
"You should be well aware that you've provoked that ambassador. Tonight or tomorrow will be the most dangerous phase for you."
"The higher-ups have given you three options. One is to stay at the Church of the Holy Wind for two days. I know you are a believer of the
Klein nodded almost imperceptibly, waiting for the other to give the second option.
Suddenly, his vision blurred, his mind went numb, and he felt as if a thick layer of glass had appeared around him.
He saw Sheriff Fashen's mouth opening and closing slowly, and found his own thoughts gradually stagnating.
This feeling was so familiar. Klein suddenly thought of the
The Antigonus family controls the "Seer" pathway... This person's ability is similar to the puppet of the Antigonus family... He is a Mid-Sequence Beyonder of the "Seer" pathway... So it is him... Klein suddenly realized, but at this time there was no Dunn Smith to wake him.
Sheriff Fashen's facial muscles began to writhe eerily, and he quickly transformed into a gentleman with black hair and blue eyes, with a handsome face and light stubble traces.
He said with a smile: "Given enough time, this is one of the most troublesome abilities below high sequence."
As he spoke, Klein saw the woman in the black court dress emerge from the glass of the bay window.
She walked out of the glass stiffly and slowly, jerkily. Her pale golden hair, delicate features, and pale complexion made her not look alive, more like a puppet.
"I didn't expect you to be able to hire such a powerful bodyguard. If I hadn't divined the problem in advance, I might have died here. What exactly did you pay as a reward? Ah, my name is
At this moment, he suddenly felt a cold draft blowing on his neck, making his hair stand on end and goosebumps pop up. It seemed that an invisible person behind him was breathing on his neck!
Rosago laughed, raised his left hand, and snapped his fingers. Snap! Flames suddenly rose behind him, and a transparent shadow blazed up, quickly turning to ashes.
In Klein's vision, these movements were broken down into individual frames. It wasn't that the other had become slow, but rather that his own thoughts had become increasingly sluggish.
He has already controlled me... why doesn't he just... kill me... Do villains always love to chat? No, he is not a stupid person... He is using the chat to cover up something... Klein tried hard to think, to find the problem, but the rise and fall of his thoughts inevitably slowed down.
He focused on Rosago, observing every minute detail of him. Finally, he saw in Rosago's eyes, a figure appears on each side, composed of pale golden hair, blue eyes, pale complexion, and a deep black Gothic court dress!
And at this moment, that woman was still behind Rosago, still near the bay window, walking jerkily towards them, like a puppet being manipulated.
He hasn't truly controlled her... She is still resisting and struggling... They are in a tug-of-war in the mystical domain... I need to do something... to tip the balance... Klein shifted his attention to the "Filthy Word" charm held in his left palm. Its cold and slippery feeling was full of eerie evil.
He was very glad that he had never let down his guard, always maintaining a state ready to fight at any moment.
It can only harm myself and hurt the other! Klein mustered his strength and struggled to speak. His vocal cords seemed to have rotted, his throat movement was so difficult.
He hoarsely, with slight breaks, chanted that ancient
As the sound echoed, Klein felt a corrosive pain in his left palm, and heard layered illusory whispers that drove one mad.
This was a state he was familiar with, and it did not affect his next attempt. That attempt was to pour most of his spirituality into that "Filthy Word" charm, which did not require physical coordination.
Three seconds later, the voice of the "