Klein intuitively felt that her current mood was definitely not normal. The air pressure was as low as the calm and depression before the storm.

...Forget it, we'll see what's going on with her later.

Klein was afraid that passers-by outside would see the mess inside the house again, so he rushed to the entrance and closed the door. Then he applied two homemade "Sleep Charms" to the bodyguard lady lying on the ground, and then took out the

The "Requiem Talisman" was thrown at the black-and-white checkered uniform that once belonged to Rosago, and then he seized the opportunity to arrange a ritual to summon himself to confirm whether there were any spiritual remnants of people after death here.

Fortunately, those weird black fires still left enough traces for him to complete his channeling.

After obtaining the most important potion formula, Klein took advantage of his spirituality to try to divination. The old voice that appeared in Rosago's memory and told him how to advance to Sequence 5 tried to understand the secret in depth.

The high-sequence intelligence obtained by the Order has yielded disappointing results.

Rosago only met the owner of the old voice two or three times, and the only important information he talked about was the contact with him to obtain the "Secret Puppet Master" formula and the corresponding ritual, and he had a close relationship with this suspected high-ranking member of the Secret Order.

When the characters met face to face, the questions raised turned out to be about the treatment arrangements for expatriates, which was different from Klein's expectation that he could gain occult knowledge or insider information about secret organizations.

"Okay, at least now I know that the Secret Order has arranged manpower in the Gargas Islands to ensure the smooth flow of sea routes..."

He suppressed his headache, ended the ceremony and returned to reality. He looked at the frightening pile of clothes on the ground, then looked at the bodyguard lady who was still awake, and thought seriously for two seconds.

"The biggest problem is still not solved..."

Klein sighed and ignored the set of clothes on the floor that were free of blood stains and other suspicious residues. He went to the living room to find paper and pen to leave a note for the bodyguard. He then picked up the worn-out satchel that had been left behind and went straight to Ellie upstairs.

Si's bedroom, symbolically knocking on the door.

Seeing his arrival, Arthur Watson raised his eyebrows without changing his expression and pointed at Ian, whose hands and feet were bound with ropes and tied to a wooden chair:

"I'm not free at the moment. Please lock the door for me."

Klein had been holding back a lot of words, but when she said this without any fluctuation in tone, he subconsciously responded and turned around to lock the door.

The moment the lock fell, he felt a certain kind of isolation. The force of isolation covered this bedroom, as if it was going to transform it into an isolated island, eliminating all connections with the outside world.

"What are you... doing?" Klein turned back to the table and chair and saw Arthur Watson tying a blindfold to the unconscious Ian, and then took it out from nowhere.

A small bladed knife was turned and played with flexibly between the fingers.

"I'm not doing anything. I'm just waiting for you to enter." She raised her lips without a smile, stopped what she was doing and squatted down, "This incident was caused by you, but what really makes it so

The promoters of fermentation and fermentation are trying to get me into the game...so, just watch carefully."

After saying that, she raised the knife and cut her wrist, letting the bright red blood flow out.

The blood that was supposed to rush down strangely defied the pull of gravity and gurgled upwards, drilling into Ian's body from his mouth and nose, but there was no sign of any struggle or uncomfortable resistance from the unconscious big boy.

When the wound on her wrist healed at an unnatural speed, stopped bleeding, and ended preparations for what seemed to be some kind of mysterious ritual with three strangely pronounced spellcasting syllables, Klein watched her untie the piece.

The black cloth was used to cover the eyes, and then he kicked the entire wooden chair to lie on its back, making a heavy sound of collision with the floor:
Chapter completed!