webnovelvip Chapter 78 Should I say good afternoon, or surrender first?
Chapter 78 Should I say good afternoon, or surrender first?
Chapter 78 Should I say good afternoon, or surrender first?
In the bathroom of a house at 15 Minsk Street in the Joewood district of Backlund, a pale blue light ripples across the mirror embedded in the wall, and a "door" silently takes shape.
Peng!
With her body stiff, Cyril fell out from behind the "door" in an extremely awkward posture, landing on the floor like a wolf.
huh~
Snapped!Snapped!
A small bone arrow with black feathers grazed his hair and embedded itself in the washbasin behind him. Another one landed on his petrified trouser leg and bounced away.
He instinctively wanted to get up and dodge, but the stiffness in his body hadn't subsided, so he couldn't make any big movements. He could only look up awkwardly, bewildered, and helplessly at the two people outside the washroom who had stopped fighting because of his sudden appearance.
He knew one of them and had even met him; he probably knew the other one as well.
Klein, whose disguise skills are still extremely rudimentary, or rather, Sherlock Moriarty, and the Zmanger Party's "executioner," Mersworth So, who would likely assassinate him around this time.
After roughly understanding the current situation, he symbolically raised his hand:
"Um, should I say 'Good afternoon,' or... surrender first?"
Neither of the two men standing guard outside the bathroom paid him any attention, and the fight resumed the next second.
Dressed in black, the Zmanger Party's "Executioner" Moshso approached Klein at lightning speed. Klein reacted, but his body couldn't keep up with his head, and he was punched in the chest, sending him flying backward.
In mid-air, Klein twisted his body, dodging the "Executioner's" pursuit, and relying on the "Joker's" intuition to dodge the opponent's punches and kicks time and time again.
boom!
A bright silver arc flashed, and the "Executioner" chasing Klein paused in his movements; he had been shot.
Klein's eyes lit up, and he seized the opportunity to create distance. Close-quarters combat without weapons has never been "The Joker's" forte.
He quickly flipped over the sofa and reached for several paper contracts on the coffee table.
call out!
The paper contract shot out of his hand like a flying knife forged from fine iron.
boom!boom!
Gunshots rang out again, and Cyril, still crouching on the bathroom floor, seized the opportunity.
The Zmanger Party's "executioner" immediately lunged at Klein's side. Between bullets and paper knives, he chose to dodge the bullets. Of course, he didn't expose his vitals to the paper knives Klein threw, but instead used his hands to protect his throat and chest.
this!
puff!
The paper contract was precisely inserted into his eye socket, lower abdomen, and arm, while a holy silver bullet with a silver tail flame pierced his chest from behind.
The "executioner" fell to his knees, looking back at Cyril, who was kneeling in the bathroom, with disbelief on his face.
He couldn't understand how this person, whose body was mostly petrified, could so quickly overcome the negative effects and start shooting.
It can also accurately predict his movement trajectory.
puff!
The sound of flesh being ripped apart rang out again, and Klein threw out another paper contract, which he precisely plunged into the throat of the already dying "executioner."
"..."
The "executioner" reached out and grabbed at the air in front of him, his half-open lips making a sound of his throat rubbing against the air, growing fainter and fainter until he could no longer make any sound.
After waiting a few seconds, Klein stepped closer and shoved the other person.
Snapped!
The still-warm body of the "executioner" who came to assassinate Klein lay on the floor, and bright red blood slowly spread beneath him.
Turning his gaze away, Klein rubbed his aching chest and looked at Sirion, who was still kneeling on the bathroom floor. He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
Should I thank him for his help, or should I question him about why he suddenly broke into my house?
Seeing that Klein remained silent, Sirion put the "Peacekeeper" back into its holster and initiated the conversation:
"I encountered some mishaps in the mirror world. Could you help me ask Mr. 'Fool' for some help?"
O~O
Klein paused, looking at Sirion in surprise, and reached for the newspaper on the coffee table.
Seeing Klein's wary reaction, Sirion quickly explained, "Don't be nervous, I just happened to be able to see the gray mist on you."
"You don't quite resemble the 'Sun' or 'Hanged Man' from the Tarot gatherings, but the gray mist surrounding you is far denser than mine, so... you must be a follower of the 'Fool'?"
Don't speak with such heavy breathing, it's scary, you know?
While internally complaining, Klein quickly nodded and said, "That's right."
With an "I knew it" expression, Sirion continued to ask:
"I previously commissioned a follower through Mr. 'Fool' to purchase meteorite crystals from vampires. Was that you?"
"Yes." Klein nodded expressionlessly.
Cyril chuckled softly. "Now that my identity is confirmed, could you help me ask Mr. Fool for a little help?"
"I can't make any big movements in my current state, and the force that petrified me is still eroding me."
He paused, then added, "I will pay you."
Klein fell silent. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but he didn't know how to help the other party. After all, he, the "Fool," was actually just a Sequence 8 "Clown."
Should I refuse him? After all, the mysterious and powerful Mr. Fool couldn't possibly be unable to do something so simple, and the fact that Mr. Fool was a fraud would inevitably be exposed.
Hmm... it seems like he won't be exposed. If Mr. Fool can't save him, given that most of his body is petrified, he probably won't live much longer.
But how can I save him?
After thinking for a moment, he decided to stall for time:
"After I tidy up the room, you seem like you can hold on for a while longer."
After silently looking at Klein for a few seconds, Sirion took out the "Peacekeeper" and threw it over.
"The magazine is filled with holy silver bullets that have purifying and anti-magic effects; these are the gun's inherent abilities."
"I can lend it to you for a while; you can use it to make holy silver bullets, as payment from me."
"If you want other compensation, that's fine too, but you'll have to wait a while."
As he spoke, he glanced down at his petrified pants and numb, stiff legs, making sure Klein didn't see the calm expression on his face.
He wasn't too worried about the increasingly severe petrification problem on his body. As long as he wasn't completely dead, Adam would definitely be able to save him. But since he had just happened to fall into Klein's house from the Mirror World, he might as well take the opportunity to get closer to him. This was a future benefactor, especially since he had chosen the "finished" route.
On the other side, Klein was not paying attention to Sirion's expression and state, and was studying the ornate pistol in his hand that looked like an ornament.
He already had a clue as to how to help Sirion get rid of the petrification.
"You stay here for a while, I'll go prepare for the ceremony."
After saying that, Klein took the "Peacekeeper" and went up to the second floor without looking back.
As Sirion watched Klein's retreating figure, he slowly lowered his outstretched hand, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.
"Why don't you help me up first!"
"At least, don't make me kneel in the bathroom the whole time!"
In the storage room on the second floor, Klein quickly closed the doors and windows, drew the curtains, and set up a circle of spiritual energy around the room before skillfully arranging the sacrificial ritual.
He planned to sacrifice the pistol that Cyril had temporarily lent him to the gray fog, combining its purifying power with the power of the space above the gray fog, and cleanse Cyril of his petrification through a blessing.
After setting up the sacrificial ritual, Klein took four steps backward into the gray fog, then responded to himself, bringing the silver pistol up into the gray fog.
He then looked at the ornate, jewel-encrusted pistol in his hand and fell into deep thought:
"How can we combine the power of this pistol with the power of this space above the gray fog?"
After a few seconds of contemplation, he suddenly had an idea and reached out to grab a glass of water from the pile of clutter in the corner.
This is a cup of water he left behind when he tried to sacrifice himself and respond to himself; now it can be used as a medium to contain the two forces.
Under his control, a large amount of pure and sacred silvery-white dawn condensed on the gun of the "Peacekeeper," sprinkling into the water glass like rain.
Instantly, the ordinary water in the glass turned silvery-white, becoming clear and bright, and emitting a faint white light, as if it had been absorbed into the morning light.
It became a special holy water with purifying effects.