Chick…
Standing before him was a beautiful girl with slightly furrowed brows and hazy eyes, and Klein's skin uncontrollably broke out in goosebumps, each one distinct, accompanied by cold sweat.
At that moment, he felt as if he were back in Tingen, back at the Blackthorn Security Company, about to open his spiritual vision to observe
He finally understood that what was resisting the
The symbol of the apocalypse, the
No, she is not yet the Primordial Demoness; otherwise, just being this close to her would have caused me to lose control and turn into writhing rotten flesh!
Her state is very strange…
Triss smoothed her brows, her eyes refocusing. Looking at Klein, who dared not move a muscle, she lightly raised her right hand, letting her slender white fingers slide slowly down her side. With a hint of grievance, a hint of seduction, and a hint of malicious amusement, she smiled and said: "If you tell this to the Nighthawks, the Punishers, and the Mechanical Heart, and if I happen to meet you before they catch me, I don't mind showing you what true pleasure is."
What am I thinking… What am I looking at! Is this the seduction ability of the "Pleasure Demoness"? Not to mention you used to be a man, even if you were a pure woman and hadn't done many bad things in the past so that I have no psychological barriers, I still wouldn't dare—what if you suddenly awaken as the Primordial Demoness, even "The Fool" couldn't withstand it… Klein sighed silently, lifted his head, and looked pityingly at the wooden ceiling of the carriage: "You think I, an ordinary Beyonder of mid-to-low Sequence, have the ability to escape the royal family's pursuit? I think they've already noticed something wrong and are about to take action…"
Triss saw that Klein dared not look directly at her and was somewhat pleased.
She chuckled lightly and said: "I'll try to escape, drawing the main forces of the pursuit away. The rest, though still strong, will no longer be an impossible problem.
"I believe that for your own life, you will fight with all your might; the hope is not small!"
After speaking, her figure rapidly disappeared, as if wiped away with a cloth.
This was different from
Bang!
The carriage door first opened, then closed.
The lingering sweet fragrance entered his nose. Klein withdrew his gaze and his face darkened.
Even now, his arms were still trembling slightly, as if afflicted with some illness.
If not for his rich experience, having faced the child of an evil god even through a belly in the real world, and knowing what the name "Triss Chick" represented, he would not have been able to bear that terrifying pressure and would have broken down on the spot, just like a rubber band stretched too tight that eventually snaps.
It seemed Triss didn't yet know what was happening to her, nor did she understand the meaning of the name "Chick"… Klein quickly calmed his thoughts, glanced out the window, estimated the distance, and began to count time.
His spiritual intuition and corresponding experience told him that in such a situation, doing anything was better than doing nothing!
So, as the danger of being silenced approached, he prepared to try to save himself!
3, 2, 1… Klein suddenly opened his eyes and snapped his fingers with a pop.
On the roadside, a tree with only withered branches ignited with a small flame, which quickly rose and grew.
The few matches he had deliberately separated in his pocket burst into flames, and the crimson color instantly covered his black coat.
His figure disappeared from the carriage and emerged from the flames on the roadside.
Snap, snap, snap, he kept snapping the fingers of his left hand, his figure flashing through the sparse, yellowed woods, "riding" the firelight to quickly reach a depth not visible from outside.
Then he stopped and pulled out the ornament hanging around his neck.
He had always been clear that this visit to the Red Rose Manor had hidden unexpected factors. Following the "Magician's Code," he had made some preparations in advance, such as storing matches separately and carrying some mystical items on his person.
Among these, the "Biotoxin Vial" and the "
In the end, aside from purification, demon-hunting, and exorcism bullets, he only took two mystical items.
One was the "Universal Key," which could allow one to pass through obstacles; its disorientation effect could be offset by the "Dowsing Rod Method," and it looked like an ordinary key, undetectable. The other was the core element of Klein's preparation:
Simply put, when the danger was beyond his own ability to handle, ask for help from a big shot!
Having met her just now, whether I recognized Triss or not, I would definitely be on the elimination list, and I'm likely already targeted by "0—08." Seeking Mr. Azik's help would no longer have negative consequences. Yeah, if it really is "0—08" that's been creating coincidences… Klein picked up the cold, ancient copper whistle, put it to his lips, and blew.
Silently, with his spiritual vision activated, he saw fountains of bones erupt from the ground, saw a giant messenger nearly four meters tall take shape, lower its head, and look at him with eye sockets burning with black flames.
That massive size gave Klein a certain sense of security. He took out the paper and pen he carried and quickly wrote a single word: