863 Charity Party (1/2)
”Your butler might be researching black magic;
”Your valet is secretly worshiping Death;
”Someone among your neighbors has supernatural powers.
”The street where you live might have certain secrets that cause people to have strange dreams…
”You should understand some of the terms mentioned. We won't provide a further explanation. May the Goddess bless you.”
”…”
Klein looked at the letter in his hand as he was momentarily unsure whether to laugh or cry.
After a few seconds, he couldn't help but give a self-deprecating laugh.
Just from the contents of this letter, I'm really quite pitiful…
And the matters described don't seem to be problematic in any way…
As he shook his head with a smile, Klein held a letter in one hand and suddenly shook it to the side.
Scarlet flames surged and devoured the piece of paper.
Regardless, Miss Xio and Miss Magician are rather kind people. The only problem is that what they mentioned are things I already know. In fact, I'm more aware of the reasons than they are… As Klein mumbled, he found the mushrooms he had hidden.
There were a total of four breeds of mushrooms. One was three dried products that could react with water and fish. The second was a new breed with golden caps as they emitted the smell of flour. The third was white with specks of black spots; they were swollen and puffy, as though a liquid was flowing within them as they exuded the smell of milk. The fourth had strange gills running down its two sides, their surface was filled with dense and soft scales.
Klein swept his gaze at these mushrooms and took out a gold coin. He caught it after flicking it.
After confirming the results, he took off the ordinary glove he previously wore. With his bare skin, he grabbed the three new mushrooms to test various scenarios that Frank Lee hadn't mentioned.
They felt normal to the touch, and there weren't any changes to the mushrooms. Klein heaved a sigh of relief, no longer afraid that the level of danger they possessed had exceeded his capability.
He was previously afraid that these mushrooms would immediately produce roots upon contact with items of flesh and blood, devouring whatever was in its path to grow before dispersing its spores.
Perhaps it's the relatively strong light from the gas wall lamps, or it might be as a result of plucking them which causes these mushrooms to lose most of their living characteristics. They will be revived only under special conditions, such as being in the stomach of a living creature… With the intention to figure out the truth, he drew all the curtains to the master bedroom and extinguished all the wall lamps.
Then, he picked up the new mushrooms with his bare hand and determined that there wasn't anything abnormal about them as they hadn't fed on his body.
After doing this, Klein lit the wall lamps again and set up a ritual, sacrificing the mushrooms above the gray fog.
Sitting in The Fool's seat, he wasn't in a rush to summon Creeping Hunger. He first summoned a metal bottle that had his blood inside to the long bronze table.
Right on the heels of that, he poured a drop of blood on the table and piled the three new breeds of mushrooms onto it.
In just a second, the mushrooms suddenly softened at the parts where they made contact with the blood. They squirmed as they enveloped the blood. Whatever they made contact with grew a dense array of needle-like hair.
”…”
The corners of Klein's lips twitched when he saw that. He directly adjusted some of the powers of the mysterious space above the gray fog, suppressing all the mushrooms. Then, he sent the drop of blood back into the metal bottle and closed the lid.
He had roughly understood the characteristics of the mushrooms. Without wasting any time, he summoned Creeping Hunger from the junk pile.
Holding the thin human-skinned glove, Klein placed it on the table and removed the seal around the mushrooms.
Then, he saw the Creeping Hunger support itself with its five fingers before standing up with great difficulty. It began retreating rapidly like it was playing a piano.
So you do know fear? Klein revealed a genial smile. He pressed the glove down and ”gifted” it with some of the powers of the mysterious space above the gray fog.
Then, he grabbed a mushroom with his other hand and brought it close to Creeping Hunger.
The human-skinned glove struggled with all its might but ultimately failed to escape his grasp as it clearly began trembling.
Klein stopped moving the hand with the mushroom and chuckled.
”Are you still going to randomly praise the True Creator?”
Creeping Hunger continued struggling without giving a reply.
Klein thought for a moment before he compromised.
”I'll allow you to praise once a day. In the day or in the evening.”
Creeping Hunger's struggling weakened, but it didn't stop.
Tsk… Klein continued negotiating with an unperturbed expression, ”Thrice a day. During breakfast, lunch, and dinner time. However, you will need to warn me ahead of time.”