After staring at Mr. X's corpse for a moment, Klein suppressed his urge to personally loot the spoils and let the Wraith Seniel, who was standing nearby, step forward and take off the gold ring set with a ruby.
That way, even if the items Mr. X carried had unimaginable negative effects, they would be borne by the puppet, not affecting Klein himself.
After a careful check, Seniel stepped back holding the ruby ring, 48 pounds in banknotes, and an ordinary tobacco pipe stuffed with tobacco.
Is that all? A divine envoy of the Aurora Order has only this much? Klein was surprised at this scene and almost called him a "pauper."
Soon, he calmed down and rationally convinced himself that this situation was quite reasonable:
"Mr. X is a 'Traveler,' capable of recording others' Beyonder powers, making him a fairly well-rounded type. Even if such a powerhouse has other magical items, he'd definitely prefer to make records in advance rather than carry them around. That way, he can enjoy the advantages of diverse abilities complementing each other while avoiding the corresponding negative effects, preventing himself from getting screwed over.
"From this line of thought, this ring likely has a passive or triggered effect."
With that thought, Klein nodded slightly and let the Wraith Seniel lift Mr. X's broken and reassembled head, attach it to himself, and then return to the Gray Fog.
After taking the "Fool's" seat, he no longer feared anything and directly took the gold ruby ring, using divination to confirm the actual effect of this magical item.
"The name is 'Blood'..."
"It allows the wearer to master their own flesh and blood at a deeper level. As long as they don't die outright or get completely cleansed and lose control, they can wriggle and heal..."
"This gives an instinct; it's a passive effect..."
"Seems my decision to use 'Death Knell' for the final blow was right. If I hadn't gone all out, Mr. X probably wouldn't have truly died and could have used the extreme pain to wake himself up, breaking free from the 'Puppet Master's' control... He was also considering his own weakness—being more of a caster with a not-so-strong body..."
"This ring also has some corresponding blood magic, quite practical..." Klein muttered silently, holding the ruby ring in one hand and tapping the edge of the mottled long table with the other.
He then sought out the negative effects of the "Blood" ring.
After a few dozen seconds, Klein suddenly opened his eyes, emerging from the "dream."
"Isn't this too lousy?" he whispered with a slightly twisted expression.
Through the recent "dream divination," he interpreted the negative effect of the "Blood" ring: it made the wearer randomly, without pattern, abandon thought and lose reason.
Great, this is very much like the "True Creator"... Klein gritted his teeth in thought.
Without pattern and with random timing of the negative effect, the "Blood" ring was simply unusable!
Recalling the earlier scene, Klein muttered with a mix of chagrin and mirth:
"Did Mr. X actually dare to wear such a ring?"
"Well, after converting to the 'True Creator,' he would often lose the ability to think anyway, so wearing another ring wouldn't make it worse."
"Hmm, losing reason isn't losing rational thought; it wouldn't cause sudden violent outbursts, but it would make one appear dull and stupid, acting on instinct."
Phew... Klein exhaled and decided to toss the "Blood" ring into the pile of odds and ends to avoid annoyance. In his opinion, this piece of junk couldn't be used by him, and it couldn't be sold either, unless he found someone from the Aurora Order to buy it back, but that would make the "True Creator" very happy.
Just then, his peripheral vision caught sight of the "Blood Corsair" Seniel standing nearby.
Klein's mind moved, and he clapped his hands together:
"How didn't I think of this before? I can't use it, but I can let my puppet use it! He's already dead, obeys commands, doesn't need thinking ability!
"'Blood Corsair,' 'Blood'—they're destined for each other! Although Seniel lost control of his body due to death, I can provide...
"Thus, even if he can't become a wraith in time, and his zombie body is weak enough that he gets his limbs torn off, they can be reattached.
"Of course, for the puppet, this isn't important; it doesn't affect the essence. The main goal is to gain some blood magic..."
A few seconds later, with a pleased mood, Klein had Seniel, wearing an old tricorn hat and a dark red coat, pick up the ruby ring from the table and put it on his left index finger.
After doing this, Klein had the "Wraith" return to the gold coin, then raised his left palm and opened his five fingers.
He was about to release the "Inquisitor" inside the "Creeping Hunger"!
This was a promise made long ago.
And when he had obtained the "Creeping Hunger," the grazed spirits inside had only this last one left unliberated.
In a faintly chilling wind, a blurry transparent spirit appeared beside the bronze long table.
He was a man in a navy commander's uniform, around thirty, with a brown beard and a face full of pain and confusion.
"What's your name? Why did you die at Zilongs' hands?" Klein asked in a low voice.
The man, dazed, replied: