Bakerland, East End, in a cramped rental house.

Clean, wearing a thicker jacket, stood behind the desk, looking at the glass window in front of him, carefully sensing the speed of the "Strange Wizard" potion digestion.

"It's so fast, more than what I digested in the previous three months... However, this is also impossible. Before getting the "Life Sticker", I find it difficult to provide enough treatment. I have to care whether the heart of the frightened person can withstand it, so it's impossible to go to the hospital to create urban strange stories...

"Similarly, if the war had not broken out, it would have been quite difficult to find other demigods. Most of the people who can determine their whereabouts are at their home court. If you want to invade quietly and create a strange and thrilling feeling, you must transform the innocent into a secret puppet. Even if there is no other choice, I will not consider it..." Klein took his attention away from him and sighed silently.

He then repeated a word in his mind:

"war……"

At this time, there were street lights in the distance, and the east area was already pitch black. Only occasionally could police officers carrying horse lanterns patrol by.

In the past, these policemen were not so active at all. Now because the war broke out, they must enforce corresponding bans to ensure good public security.

"War..." Klein whispered the word again, and in a daze he had already seen some of the endings:

King George III of Ruen finally broke through the shackles and no longer worried that any of the seven gods would forcefully stop them. He could officially promote various rituals of the "Black Emperor". The next thing is to look at himself, or himself. As long as He can withstand the impact of the potion, as long as He can maintain the necessary reason, He will ascend to the throne and be promoted to the rank of 0;

Foxac's Einhorn family took advantage of such a war that could affect the whole world, allowing key members to greatly digest the potion, and prepare the corresponding ritual without being too difficult, and the overall strength will reach a higher level;

In the rolling waves of this era, Amon's brother took potions and transformed into a "imaginator", making another real god in this world...

As his thoughts floated, a problem suddenly broke out in Klein's mind:

"Do you accept such an ending?"

Do you accept this ending? Klein opened his mouth and slowly closed it. Everything he saw in front of him seemed to penetrate the limitations of time and distance, and returned to the past and returned to another place:

It was a huge smog that permeated the entire Beckland, with a little iron-black in the pale yellow, extremely rich, slightly pungent and choking, cold and wet smog;

It was a homeless man who slowly approached death under the blow of disease, hunger, pain, and cold, and struggled to survive. He tried hard to squeeze himself for a portion of food and some rewards, and did not dare to be lazy at all. Finally, he saw the dawn of life and bought the ham that he had longed for for a long time, but fell head-on in the vague haze and never got up again;

It was a hardworking widow. In order to survive and for her two children, she abandoned all her dignity and made herself fierce. She used dirty words and day after day to invade moisture and joint pain, and supported a roof that could block the wind and rain. However, in that smog, the roof collapsed, and the child she tried her best to protect died in her arms;

It was a girl who longed to study, fantasize about a bright future, and loved her mother and sister. She worked in a room filled with water vapor, always carrying a small hope. However, after a heavy smog hit, she could no longer see the future she longed for;

It was a girl who studied hard under the care of her mother and sister. She had experienced too many hardships and got out of difficulties step by step. She had hope to make herself better, she had hope to make her mother and sister no longer so tired, and she had hope to let her family live the imagined life, but all this was finally broken. In such a terrible smog, the girl was left with only herself alone. No matter how much pain or joy she had, she could not share it with her mother and sister. The fantasy family life would never have been there again;

They were creatures that fell like straw, and they were families after families, human beings after animals, and pain that could never be erased in the bone marrow;

That is a student who clearly has a bright future, but only half of his body and intestines are flowing all over the ground;

It was when I went home from school, but suddenly I found that I had lost my parents and turned into an orphan;

It was an ordinary person who rolled in pain, crawled hard, wanted to get close to the future, but was unable to take his last breath;

It was the people in the cemetery who were so silent that it made people feel distressed and cried so hard that they fainted several times;

It was a blood-stained earth;

It was mid-air covered with smoke;

They were cold and ruthless shells.

And the mastermind behind all this, the biggest murderer, will step by step on the steps of the pile of corpses, accept cheers, and get rid of aging.

Do you accept this development?

Do you accept this arrangement?

Do you accept such an ending?

"No, I don't accept it." Krain was silent for a while, suddenly spoke, his voice low.

The sound then echoed in the room, layer by layer, intertwined and resonant:

"No, I don't accept it!"

There was still a resounding sound in my ears, and Klein's mouth gradually outlined and laughed at himself:

"The Seven Gods have acquiesced, what's the point of not accepting it?"

Klein became silent again, and after a long time he let out a sigh, his expression was plain and said to himself:

"Even if it doesn't make sense, there are some things that have to be done."

In this world, how can there be so many things that are sure to be successful, and they must be valuable and useful?

Klein curled his lips, withdrew his gaze, turned his body, and entered the room inside the rental house.

Although he had made a decision, he did not intend to do it recklessly. With his current level and personality, no matter how hard he tried, it would be difficult to have any impact on George III's affairs. Apart from sending his own life, there would be no result.

Moreover, if the chaos in Roon was caused in critical periods of the war and the successful invasion of Fsak's army, the innocent people would be killed or injured ten times, or even a hundred times as high as the Bakerland smog incident.

"At present, all we can do is prepare. On the one hand, we have to improve ourselves, on the other hand, we need to make more arrangements and wait patiently for opportunities..." Klein said silently, finding a ball of paste-like black things, dividing them into half, and evenly applying them on a mirror.

This is how to contact the witch Triss.

However, until all the black things "evaporated" and disappeared, the mirror still did not show any abnormalities.

"No response... After being frightened by the Angel of Miss Courier, Triss has decided not to have any contact with German Sparrow..." Klein sighed secretly and walked to the bed to sit down.

His thinking quickly shifted to the reasons why the Witch Clan helped King George III:

"... First, the witches need disasters to digest potions and hold ceremonies, and second, George III made some promise to them? Promise that they can preach publicly. No, this should be something that the Seven Gods do not allow. Even if the "Black Emperor" is sequence 0, plus the "Primary Witch" and "Real Creator", they cannot fight against the Seven Gods Alliance. Of course, after this war, it is necessary to question whether the Seven Gods Alliance will still exist...

“In this way, we know that George III’s seven gods should not make him the ‘black emperor’…

"What promises is something else? The witch's path has a true god, and there are very few valuable things that fall outside... The similar path? Isn't that the "Red Priest" path... George III, no, the brother Amon not only grasped the secret tombs needed by the "Blood Emperor" Alista Tuduo, but also obtained the extraordinary angel-level characteristics or the "0" level seal of the "Red Priest" path?

"With sequence 0 and no sequence 1, this is probably the greatest hope for the senior executives of the Witch Cult to go further. Well, the 'primary witch' should also be very interested...

"This can explain why the Witch Cult needs to help... The evil spirit of the 'Red Angel' search for the 'White Witch' Katerina is not as simple as He himself said... No, He didn't say anything, he just used common sense and reaction to guide me to think so..."

Klein's thinking gradually became clear, and he decided to use "White Witch" Katerina as a breakthrough point and use her as her next goal. However, before that, he would listen to what the prophecy of "Mysterious Queen" Bernady was and what she wanted to do in Beckland.

Only by knowing more about the situation can you find and seize the opportunity!

The next morning, the "Herdess" Gadriya conveyed the words of the "Mysterious Queen" Bernady:

"Today from 12:00 to 12:30, Serenzo Restaurant, Golden Theatre."

That's the name of a private room.

Klein arrived at 11:55. He directly deceived the waiter with his illusion, came to the outside of the target room without stopping, and waited patiently.

After a while, he took out his gold-shelled pocket watch, pressed it open, and took a look.

Klein then put away his pocket watch, counted ten times silently, then raised his hand and knocked on the door of the "Golden Theater".

At this time, his secret puppet, Cunas, was sitting on the sidewalk chair opposite the restaurant, leisurely looking at the newspaper, while Enyuni and a group of students were emitting leaflets that promoted the evil image of Fsack. Of course, the three of them would exchange positions from time to time, making it impossible to make accurate judgments.

"Please come in." Bernadai's voice came from the box.

It's amazing. I didn't notice anyone inside just now, nor did anyone find anyone in... Well, it's also because I didn't open the "spirit line" vision... Klein muttered a few words secretly, twisted the handle, and pushed open the door.

The first thing that caught his eye was a large piece of golden color, and then the woman with a slim haired hair sitting at the top of the dining table.
Chapter completed!