1151 Decei (1/2)

In a hotel in the Backlund Bridge area.

Apart from his thoughts that still belonged to him, Klein could no longer control anything else. Even his eyeballs couldn't move.

He knew very well that this was likely a deeper level of ”Parasitizing.”

In this state, he could only look ahead of him in fear and despair. He watched as Enuni, who was wearing a monocle with a smile on his face, changed into Amon's original form. He took a step forward counterclockwise and opened his mouth to speak in Mandarin in an articulate and mellow manner:

”The Immortal Lord of Heaven and Earth for Blessings.”

…Did ”He” steal my thoughts just now, or my ability to speak Mandarin… It should be the former; otherwise, ”He” wouldn't be able to grasp this ritual… Klein's pupils couldn't widen as he watched. He felt an unprecedented sense of anxiety.

As though sensing his emotions, the monocled man turned to look at him and smiled. He then took another step counterclockwise and whispered in Mandarin, ”The Sky Lord of Heaven and Earth for Blessings.”

Following that, this Blasphemer carried on the ritual with great familiarity. With every step ”He” took, and every chant of the incantation, Klein's heart sank even deeper into a dark swamp, as though he could no longer see any light.

”…The Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings.”

When Amon took the final step and recited the final incantation, a boundless grayish-white fog suddenly appeared in front of Klein. He heard layers of pleas.

There was no need to listen carefully, as he understood what it meant with his spiritual perception.

After advancing to Scholar of Yore, he had obtained basic control over Sefirah Castle. No matter who it was, even if they had the correct ritual and corresponding incantation, they needed to obtain his permission to enter the world above the gray fog!

Reject ”Him”! Klein was instantly delighted as this idea clearly surfaced within him.

However, just as he had this thought, he had forgotten it. Standing there, he looked like a statue carved from stone.

His intention of rejecting Amon had been stolen by ”Him.”

”…” Klein once again felt despair, but the grayish-white fog in front of him and the prayers in his ears didn't disappear.

”…” Klein was first taken aback before he understood what was going on.

I understand! I have to head above the gray fog myself and control Sefirah Castle to give ”Him” permission to enter! There is no default option!

This thought was like a straw which Klein grabbed at without any hesitation. It prevented himself from sinking into the water silently without anyone hear him cry.

Although he still didn't know how to make use of this matter, his intuition told him that a slim possibility and his only hope could be hidden in this detail.

At this moment, Amon stopped the attempt and cast ”His” gaze at Klein.

Clearly, ”He” had failed to successfully enter Sefirah Castle.

This Angel of Time adjusted the monocle on his right eye and smiled without any change in expression.

”Honorable Mr. Fool, your idea of saving yourself is very interesting.”

Amon had used the standard Loen language, but every word seemed to be able to stir the powers of nature, creating one ”explosion” after another in his mind.

…How is he so sure that I'm The Fool and not the Blessed of The Fool… Klein felt his body turn cold as the hope that had just surfaced sank into the water once more.

”How am I certain?” Amon tsked and pulled the chair from before over and sat down. ”He” pointed at the round stool opposite ”Him” and said, ”Sit down, don't stand on ceremony.”

The moment ”He” finished his sentence, Klein couldn't help but stride forward and sit on the round stool.

Amon looked around the room and grabbed Klein's black silk top hat. He put it on his head and said with a smile, ”Did you think that I wasn't aware that the ritual would be unsuccessful?

”It hasn't been long since Sefirah Castle produced an anomaly, so how could I forget?

”I just want to see your reaction. And you subconsciously felt despair and instinctively rejected me. That was very interesting. If you weren't the one who was called The Fool, how could you have such thoughts?

”Dear Mr. Fool, am I right?”

As ”He” repeated the four rhetorical questions, Amon looked rather pleased, as though ”He” was an old hunter who had caught the fox's tail.

…I fell for his scam… Only then did Klein realize why Amon wasn't disappointed at all.

He subconsciously wanted to deny it, but after some thought, he calmly said, ”Kill me.”

Eh… I can speak now? Klein tried to control his body, but it was completely impossible.

In the next second, he was prepared to recite the honorific name of the Evernight Goddess, but this thought was immediately lost.

The thin-faced Blasphemer Amon pressed down on his right monocle and maintained his excited state from before.

”So that you can be reborn in Sefirah Castle?”

…The more I talk to this fellow, the more mistakes I make… Klein shut his mouth tightly and didn't say another word.

When Amon saw this, ”He” shook ”His” head with a smile.