Bang!
The silver bullet crossed a distance of several meters and accurately drilled into the Tailcoat Clown's neck. Large amounts of blood flowed out, staining his skin and his bow tie.
The Tailcoat Clown couldn't scream, only gurgling sounds came from his throat. He wanted to raise his arm to plug the fatal wound, but his shoulder and elbow joints felt as if they were filled with glue, his movements stiff and slow.
Bang!
Klein, who was in a half-meditative state, wasn't frightened by the blood. He pulled the trigger again, as calm as if he were conducting a routine drill.
A hideous hole suddenly appeared on the Tailcoat Clown's forehead, crimson blood gushing out, dimming the light in his eyes. The power of that exquisite revolver was much stronger than Klein had anticipated.
Knees bending, arms drooping, the Tailcoat Clown slowly fell to the ground, his eyes completely frozen with confusion.
His body twitched a few times, slowly relaxed, and then there was no more movement.
Having scored a hit, Klein coolly turned around, swung open the revolver's cylinder, letting the empty casings fall to the ground one by one.
Then, wearing a black suit and a top hat, he walked toward Ail Hassan while taking out the last silver demon-hunting bullet from his pocket and loaded it into the cylinder.
The reason he didn't look back at the Tailcoat Clown's miserable state was purely due to the discomfort of killing for the first time, but he had to kill him. He had no idea what would happen if the other party was completely controlled by the puppet.
Moreover, he didn't want to risk entering the influence range of Sealed Artifact "2—049" again. After all, no one could say for sure if this time a weird change would occur, causing the life-saving measure of the "Fortune-Conferral Ritual" to fail.
As for the items on the Tailcoat Clown, Klein only cared about whether there was the so-called "Clown" potion formula or related clues. But this wasn't something to rush; he could do it with Dunn, Ail, and the others later. If the Nighthawks obtained it, it would almost be the same as him obtaining it. They surely wouldn't begrudge a Sequence 8 potion formula. At worst, he'd spend more time accumulating merits. After all, he hadn't been a "Seer" for very long, and there was still a long way to go before "digesting" it.
As his thoughts churned, Klein quickly walked over to Ail Hassan. This gentleman, wearing a double-breasted gray trench coat, struggled to sit up several times but failed each time, covered in dirt and dust.
"Mr. Hassan, what do you need me to do?" He crouched down and asked, the revolver in his hand pointing diagonally at the ground to prevent an accidental discharge.
Ail took a breath and sighed:
"That monster was too strong. If not for its weakness..."
Saying this, he pointed at a sky-blue metallic flask next to him and smiled self-deprecatingly:
"I wanted to take the potion, but my hand shook..."
That sky-blue metallic flask was about the thickness of Klein's thumb and no more than five centimeters tall. Its cap with hidden spiral threads lay to the side, completely soaked by the liquid.
Klein reached out to pick up the small bottle, squinted to look at it, and replied helplessly:
"Mr. Hassan, there are only a few drops left on the walls of the bottle."
"Go... look on Borgia... the inside, inside pocket." Ail panted continuously as he spoke.
"Okay." Klein stood up and casually asked, "Is this a healing potion?"
An item from the mystical side?
"No, it only has a certain healing effect. Mainly, mainly it stimulates our spirit, squeezes the... potential of our body, allowing us to maintain a good state for a short time, a short time, to hold on until we return, until we receive, receive treatment." Ail tried to sit up and failed again. "Its name is 'Gaze of the Goddess'... remember to let Borgia drink half of the potion."
Klein didn't delay any longer. He turned around and quickly walked over to the groaning Borgia. From the arms of this half-conscious Nighthawk, he found the standard-issue sky-blue metallic flask.
Unscrewing the cap, he carefully brought the mouth of the bottle to Borgia's lips.
Borgia sensed it and tried to open his lips.
The bottle tipped, and the dark red liquid flowed into Borgia's mouth.
Estimating the amount, Klein stopped in time and re-tightened the cap.
The effect of the potion seemed really good. A few seconds after Borgia swallowed, the light in his eyes gathered again, and he spoke hoarsely:
"Thank you."
After saying this, he pushed himself off the ground, slowly sat up, first tended to his own injuries, then walked over to the unconscious Lolota and Dunn, and took out "Gaze of the Goddess" from the latter's inner pocket.
Klein returned to Ail's side and fed the remaining half of the bottle into the other's mouth.
Ail panted a few times, then his movements suddenly became swift, and he stood up as if he had never been injured.
"I'll help Borgia, you take care of your companion." This gentleman, full of middle-aged charm, pointed at Leonard Mitchell.
Klein had no objections. He turned around and jogged to the side of "Poet" Leonard.
"No need, I can drink it myself." Leonard, with his hair messily hanging down, smiled and raised the sky-blue metallic flask in his hand.
Watching him push himself up and stand up agilely, Klein, who was about to complain inwardly, suddenly froze.
Leonard's injuries are lighter than I expected...
He had the ability to take the potion right from the start!
In other words, he might have seen my "Fortune-Conferral Ritual" of walking four steps counterclockwise!