Mystery: I, the Hermit, am too eager to improve

Chapter 107 Rosago, the True Master of Puppets!

To be honest, letting Klein stay overnight was a rather dangerous thing.

If that thing is watching them, there's a good chance that the two poor evil gods, the Fool and the Hermit, will be wiped out tonight.

Also.

It's also possible that Rosago realized the two of them were relatively weak, so he chose to make his move at this time...

of course.

If that's the case, Roy is certain it will be the biggest mistake the other side has ever made.

Putting aside Klein's various preparations, the diverse array of incantations and spells on their side alone were enough to give the other side a run for their money.

Also.

Rosago has more and better options.

such as--

They chose to do it when Klein was alone.

Roy lay in bed, pondering the possibility of Rosago's arrival. After thinking for a while, he sat up and placed several amethyst crystals in the place closest to his body, without even taking off his clothes.

All the materials inside can be easily obtained.

He thought about it for a moment, still feeling uneasy, and glanced in Klein's direction—

Klein's room was diagonally opposite, with a considerable distance between the two sides.

Roy was still worried.

He ascended to the mysterious hall, preparing to conduct a more precise divination there to further confirm whether "Rosago" would come.

however.

As he ascended into the mysterious hall, the surroundings became exceptionally clear.

He saw something that looked like a horsehair worm.

This is the Spirit Line.

Rosago...

he came!

Roy instantly reverted to his original form, his face turning grim.

He understood Rosago's scheme.

This guy thought he was Klein's accomplice and planned to manipulate him and then transform himself into a puppet to get close to Klein.

Hey!

What I feared most came to pass.

Just as he pulled out the talisman, ready to fight, the horsehair worm left.

Ok?

Roy was slightly confused, not quite understanding what the other party's scheme was.

Is it...

Am I overthinking things?

Rosago didn't actually control himself, but instead used his identity to get close to Klein in order to deceive and assassinate him.

Rosago simply went to the wrong door, or perhaps he wanted to see what he was really made of?

Roy sat up and waited for a long time, but Rosago didn't appear, nor did he hear Klein's voice or cries for help.

Master, what are you doing?

Who knows what the other party is up to? What if they figure it out in the middle of the night and turn around and try to sabotage us?

He ascended to the mysterious hall, ready for a divination.

"The spiritual thread that just targeted me came from the Puppet Master Rosago."

After a moment, the pendant slowly rotated clockwise.

Roy performed another divination.

"Rosago's goal is to control me using the Spirit Threads."

The pendant rotates counterclockwise.

Well……

I don't know how to evaluate it.

He consulted the oracle again—

After using twenty or thirty divination terms, Roy confirmed one thing.

He simply came in to take a look, and then left. As for his own plan to manipulate himself to get close to Klein...

That guy can't be guessed using the methods of a fortune teller.

That guy's mindset is purely that of a hunter.

In the dead of night, the chirping of insects filled the air.

An uneasy atmosphere permeated the air.

Roy sat up abruptly, a possibility forming in his mind—

Klein was being followed.

So Rosago might have known some information about the temperance faction, and after arriving here, he also discovered the libertarian faction...

If that's the case.

There's a possibility that Sharon is here too!

They are in danger.

Roy immediately got up, opened the door and went to the living room, intending to wake Klein.

Just then, he heard a noise.

It seems to have come from outside.

He immediately had a bad feeling.

Then--

"Awoo!"

A wolf's howl echoed through the streets outside.

"Sherlock!"

Roy shouted.

however.

Without his prompting, Klein had already jumped out of the window and was now fleeing through the alley towards a wide, deserted area.

He didn't want to implicate innocent people.

"Awoo!"

A loud wolf howl rang out.

Roy quickly threw out a feather, then activated his Concealment Ring through spiritual extension and leaped out of the window.

While jumping, she chanted: "The holy spirit that pursues knowledge, the lighthouse of the mysterious world..."

This is Bernadette's honorific name.

Once in the air—

The magical symbols of flight appeared in his mind, and spiritual power quickly guided the feathers and the forces of nature.

The wind blew, carrying him far away.

boom!

A dull, destructive sound rang out from below.

Klein scrambled away, narrowly avoiding the werewolf's attack.

He fled all the way to the main road outside.

Below here lies a sewer and a wide body of water, but suddenly, countless corpses appear ahead.

One by one, zombies emerged from the mist, their eyes lifeless yet eerily fixed on Klein, and—

Behind him.

Klein spoke swiftly.

"A spirit wandering in nothingness."

"A friendly person with whom you can communicate."

"A messenger exclusively for Green Rost".

The next instant, space distorted.

Nina appeared beside him, her head spinning strangely, and then, without Klein's command, she swiftly exhaled a cloud of spiritual mist.

Immediately afterwards, a Trojan horse appeared and put Klein inside.

Whoosh!

With a sudden increase in speed, the spiritual wooden horse, existing between reality and the spirit world, carried Klein directly through the horde of undead.

Klein's forehead broke out in a cold sweat.

Ok!

Thank you, Roy.

His messengers are truly powerful!

Klein secretly rejoiced.

"Don't get too excited, that guy is here too."

"Who?"

Klein's heart skipped a beat.

"Steve, the indulgent member you mentioned, is also a wraith in the same sequence as me, and he wields the Crimson Corona."

"It can create a full moon-like effect within a certain range, which is a boost to the power of those who are already cold and twisted."

A woman with blue eyes appeared next to Klein.

She gazed at the misty fog.

"After becoming a 'vengeful spirit,' we can transform into a true phantom, but when the red moon becomes full, we either have to devour human souls or become extremely weak."

Sharon fell silent as she spoke, "We've been set up."

Obviously.

The other party learned of Klein's intelligence and, through some means, obtained information about the indulgent faction of the Rose School.

"Damn it, you should have told me in advance so I could have prepared, instead of secretly following me and only telling me about the enemy at the last minute."

Klein was somewhat annoyed.

Sharon remained silent, too embarrassed to argue, because it was indeed their problem.

They didn't completely trust Klein and Roy.

and so.

She chose to follow them silently, wanting to observe Klein and Roy's situation, but unexpectedly she was set up and fell into a trap.

After a long silence, Sharon said, "I'll go out and distract them, you guys go."

"It's too late."

Nina navigated the magical wooden horse to the inside, glanced at Klein, then stared at Sharon. "If you leave, you'll either go crazy or be controlled by the guys outside."

The guys outside?

Rosago?

Klein felt a chill run down his spine, finally understanding how everything tonight had begun.

Rosago!

This master of divination also possesses the ability to predict the future. If someone had been monitoring him beforehand, it wouldn't have been difficult for him to obtain some information.

Careless.

Klein took a deep breath and said, "It seems our enemies are all here, so there's no need to discuss whose responsibility it is or who should cover the rear or draw them away. Let's defeat them together."

"It's difficult."

Sharon sat down on the ground with difficulty. "The other party has already used that extraordinary item."

They did indeed break out of the horde of undead, which numbered in the dozens; it might have taken even longer if it weren't for the spirit horse.

but.

Ahead—

"He!"

A figure appeared, panting heavily.

His roar was unlike that of a human, and his entire body was covered in white hair.

"We were originally thinking about how to transport these zombies to the north, but we never expected you to walk right into our trap."

"How foolish!"

The other person was pale and had several dark spots on their face.

suddenly.

The other party let out a roar.

Under his control and the influence of the Crimson Moon Crown, the surrounding undead exhibited different states, and they surrounded them eerily and rapidly.

Nina said in Rune, "There are enemies ahead, I can't go any further."

She felt threatened.

"He is Jason, and he is also a zombie."

Sharon added, "The other side has already used the Crimson Moon Corona, but I haven't found it. He might be hiding inside one of the undead."

"It's okay."

Klein's lips curled into a slight smile. "I have a way."

"What method?"

Sharon paused for a moment.

"wait."

Klein smiled silently.

How did Maric get ganged up on?

Because of the bronze whistle.

When he was out and about, he always carried the copper whistle with him to avoid being unable to contact Mr. Azik, and now the copper whistle came in handy.

Sharon hesitated for a moment and said, "Then please put us down first. Thank you, Miss Owl."

Nina dispersed the rocking horse as promised.

Jason's lips curled into a cruel smile.

"Sharon, I'll strip you naked..."

The next moment, his expression froze, as if he had witnessed something unbelievable—

The zombies all around him turned to look at him.

They seem to have gotten out of control.

"Don't kill him, take out the other one first."

Nina whispered to Klein.

"Walk!"

Klein pulled up the vengeful spirit who couldn't be ghosted, and then quickly rushed in the opposite direction.

Previously, he had to break through the horde of undead.

He's going back now.

"She's right, we need to deal with Tyre first; he's just a werewolf."

Sharon endured her weakness.

You're right, but Miss Sharon, I'm only a Sequence 8 myself.

Klein harbored resentment.

The original plan was not like this; it was all Sharon's own initiative that disrupted their plans.

He took out his copper whistle, puffed out his cheeks, and blew it hard.

The skeletal messenger appears.

At this moment, all the zombies completely lost control.

They bypassed Klein and Sharon, charging viciously towards Jason. The reverse current made Jason curse inwardly, and then...

Bang!

The dull sounds of battle came from the rear.

Klein dared not kill Jason first.

If Jason doesn't die, these undead, due to a strange connection, will see him as their greatest enemy. And if he helps the undead kill them...

That's not necessarily true.

Behind them, the werewolf quickly caught up. Under the crimson moon, he had become even stronger, with each hair on his body incredibly thick.

He's like a real werewolf!

Tyr roared and charged toward them.

Sharon's eyes flickered as she considered whether to use that extraordinary item, just then—

Two bottles suddenly appeared above.

Bang!

The bottle shattered, leaving an oil stain on the ground.

Just as Sharon was puzzled, the deep, ancient Hermetic language appeared.

"Greasy!"

Bang!

The werewolf lost his footing and fell flat on his face.

Roy appeared in the sky.

Without his prompting, Klein had already thrown out cards one after another, but clearly, his cards were not enough to break through the defense...

Fortunately, he still had a pistol.

Bang bang!

Several gunshots rang out.

Tyre rolled frantically to avoid vital organs, but was still shot several times in succession.

Hair can block swords and playing cards, but it can't stop bullets.

Roy and Klein fired together, firing more than ten shots in succession, killing Tyre on the spot.

Roy fell from the sky to the ground.

"us……"

"Walk!"

Roy had no intention of retaliating; instead, he put away one of the rings.

Klein paused for a moment, then noticed that the zombies were looking at him with malice.

He realized what was happening.

While his bronze whistle could indeed cause the undead to mutate, it primarily fueled their desire for his own bronze whistle.

What was that just now...

Did Roy change their mindset?

Yes, the Twisted Ring.

Roy understood that the undead craved the bronze whistle, so he used his twisting ability to distort the object of their desire, making them mistakenly believe that they craved freedom and liberation.

however.

One is that this distortion has a limited duration.

Another thing is that Jason is now dead—

Roy saw that the spiritual threads were controlling Jason, who was now, in a sense, dead, but looked relatively healthy.

They retreated quickly.

but.

Steve wouldn't let them retreat, and Jason was even less likely to let them escape safely.

With a long howl, Jason charged through the horde of undead and fearlessly rushed towards them.

Roy raised his hand and threw out three feathers.

Their speed suddenly increased, as if propelled by a gust of wind, and Klein hurriedly wrote a word on the card.

"save!"

Then the messenger took it away.

Sharon was pale.

Jason and Steve followed behind, the influence of the crimson moon corona continuing to affect her; if it weren't for her unwavering will...

It was already out of control at that moment.

Steve transformed into a shadow and swiftly attacked them.

"Sherlock".

Roy spoke up to remind him.

Klein nodded slightly, understanding his intention.

Then—

Just as Steve was about to get close, he threw out a purple crystal.

Steve, in his shadow form, didn't intend to avoid it.

however.

The next moment, an endless stream of heavy knowledge flooded into my head, diverse, chaotic, and obscure.

His illusory form gradually became unstable, as if it were about to go out of control.

but.

He quickly let out a roar and accelerated his pace.

The influence of the Crimson Moon Corona, along with the hedonistic ideology, led him to choose madness out of sheer agony.

at the same time--

His extraordinary items were quietly putting to use.

Biological toxin bottle!

At this moment, Klein and Sharon both felt weak, and Roy also showed signs of discomfort.

Sharon's eyes deepened, and she silently raised her right hand.

They absorbed Sharon's spirituality, weaving together to form a bronze gate in front of the doll-like lady's figure.

The gate was shaking.

With a creak, the door opened, revealing a crack.

Steve, in a frenzy and no longer rational, couldn't stop his speed. When he regained his senses and stopped,

Klein took out his copper whistle and infused it with spiritual power, making its attraction even stronger.

Sharon turned her head, then focused on what was in front of her again.

Those zombies...

They surged forward like a tidal wave, carrying the flickering light and shadow of Steve as they rushed towards them.

They have no reason.

Steve angrily broke free from them, but a hand reaching out from the door grabbed him and pulled him inside.

But at this moment.

Ahead, a net is woven from countless threads.

Roy's expression remained calm.

"Nina, can you do me a favor?"

"it is good."

Nina opened her mouth and exhaled a cloud of mist, which dissipated into the air.

Then, the threads stopped moving.

Steve seemed to have regained his senses, but he was pinned down by the gate and unable to break free for the time being. At this moment, the crimson moon corona blazed brightly—

He roared and transformed into a shadowy figure, breaking free from the doorway.

but.

Jason wasn't so lucky.

He was grabbed by those hands.

boom!

A loud bang.

The door closed, and Jason was pulled inside.

The secret doll is, after all, not the real person.

Under the influence of the gate, his silk threads became so fragile that they broke apart and could no longer be maintained.

On the other side, the shadowy figure rapidly approached.

Roy waved his hand and threw out a cloud of dust.

"I'll deal with you first!"

"You reptilian wizard—"

A shadow appeared beside Roy.

Klein's eyes widened, wanting to save them, but Nina exhaled mist from her mouth, putting him and Sharon directly onto the wooden horse and taking them away.

Steve laughed.

"Look, even your friends have given up on you!"

His figure was about to enter Roy's body, but at this moment, his body strangely canceled the ability of the shadow.

Steve froze for a moment, then snapped out of his daze—

This is "distorted"!

The ability to corrupt the Baron.

His words "give up" were twisted into "give up" ability, which caused him to break free from the Shadow state.

Just as he was about to become alert, he suddenly saw a purple crystal shatter in Roy's arms.

crystal?

not good!

Steve wanted to reactivate his abilities, but it was too late.

ramblings!

Then, an ear appeared.

Mr. Door's roar came from beside Roy.

Roy immediately felt an excruciating pain, as if his soul were about to shatter. In his frantic roar, he seemed to hear Mr. Men's pain and sorrow.

The other party wants to kill all his descendants, cutting off any possibility of his return!

The pain is the same.

His soul seemed to shatter, as did Steve's.

With his last shred of sanity, Roy manipulated the power of the mysterious temple, shutting out the murmurs and screams, and then—

Bang!

He raised his hand and shot Steve dead.

Won.

Roy suppressed his spiritual exhaustion, and Nina brought them back as well.

Klein immediately asked, "How is it?"

"It's okay, but I feel a little unwell."

Roy controls his body, and the isolation of the mysterious temple keeps him in a state between being out of control and not being out of control.

"Let me help you..."

Klein crouched down, intending to help Roy with a healing ritual and a mental enhancement ritual.

"Detoxify first."

Roy answered.

Klein nodded slightly.

Sharon struggled to her feet, intending to go and pick up the crimson tiara that Steve had dropped, but at that moment, footsteps sounded.

A figure quickly walked over, bent down, and picked up the ornaments from the ground.

(End of this chapter)