At 10 p.m., inside the alley behind the back door of the Brave Bar.
Klein, wearing a black double-breasted tailcoat and a top hat of the same color, simply strolled around here once and then walked toward the nearest street just like last time.
As soon as he stepped out of the alley, a carriage stopped right in front of him. Behind the glass window were Maric's brown eyes, always suppressing malice.
Klein pressed down on his top hat, gripped his solid walking stick, and boarded calmly and unhurriedly, as if he had hailed the carriage himself.
He sat down, adjusted his bow tie, like a gentleman on his way to a banquet.
"Such clothes are not suitable for battle." Maric, dressed in a white shirt, black vest, and tight pants, gave Klein an up-and-down look and pinched his suddenly furrowed brow.
It was clear that he still had some doubts about Klein's strength but had chosen to trust Sharon.
Klein smiled easily and said:
"My extraordinary abilities are different from yours, and my combat style is different too. This kind of clothing won't cause any problems at all—in fact, it's quite suitable for me. For instance, it has plenty of pockets so I can store different items in different places, so I won't grab the wrong thing in a hurry and end up dying from a ridiculous mistake."
As he spoke, he took out the remaining three tranquilizers from a sewn secret pocket—special tranquilizers brewed by the "Apothecary"!
The moment he finished speaking, a figure quickly materialized in the seat by the other window.
A figure in a black court dress and a small soft hat.
This was the Sequence 5 powerhouse of the Wraith pathway, Sharon the "Wraith."
"You explained too much." Sharon's blue eyes looked at Klein, her voice ethereal. "It didn't sound natural."
…I just wanted to gradually get into performance mode… Klein gave a dry chuckle and replied:
"Maybe because I'm a little nervous."
Before Sharon could speak again, he handed the three tranquilizers to Maric:
"Find a chance to drink them yourself."
"I'm sure you're much more experienced than I am. You won't drink too early, nor too late, nor too little, nor too much."
Maric looked at the sealed, transparent glass tube, gently shook the liquid inside, and said:
"Two and a half. Any more, and I'll genuinely calm down and won't want to do anything for a while."
"Good." Klein praised him, then turned to Sharon. "Have you decided on an ambush location?"
Sharon nodded slightly.
"We're on our way there now."
She didn't directly reveal the predetermined battle location to Klein.
Very cautious, very careful… Klein thought for a moment, then changed his question:
"Will you be harmed by purification?"
"A 'Living Corpse' will be, and so will I when I turn into a spirit form." Sharon answered very concisely.
So when a Sequence 5 'Wraith' is still in a physical state, purification is hard to affect them… Klein pondered and followed up:
"What about exorcism?"
"What about hunting magic?"
Because they were going up against a powerhouse from the same pathway, Sharon didn't hide anything:
"Hunting magic will harm our bodies. Exorcism can harm both body and spirit, but neither is lethal enough."
Klein smiled, exhaled, and said:
"I understand."
He thought it over, weighed his words, and then asked:
"Do you feel the power of purification or exorcism right now?"
"No." Maric answered hoarsely from the side.
Good. The spiritual cage mutated from the spiritual wall really can isolate the "Sun Brooch's" influence… but I'm so hot… Klein sighed inwardly, then confirmed:
"'Wraith' Steve, 'Living Corpse' Jason, and 'Werewolf' Tyr—apart from the 'Crimson Moon Crown,' do they have any mystical items or extraordinary weapons?"
"We don't know." Maric rubbed his brow again, looking a little irritable.
On the eve of a major battle, he—already suppressing malice and desire—was bound to experience some emotional ups and downs.
Sharon listened quietly and answered in a calm tone:
"Under the influence of the 'Crimson Moon Crown,' Jason and Tyr will be in a relatively frenzied state."
"Even if they have mystical items, they won't have the sanity to use them."
"Unless they're passive-type items," Maric added. "And for a 'Werewolf,' his claws are his extraordinary weapons. That goes for me, for Tyr, and for Jason. They can cut through steel and are naturally poisonous."
Klein's eyes shifted slightly, and he nodded:
"Alright, I don't have any more questions."
In the night where pedestrians had grown sparse, the carriage galloped swiftly, its wheels occasionally splashing through puddles and flinging up tiny specks of dirt.
After more than ten minutes, Maric had the living corpse driving the carriage pull on the reins.