franphil Chapter 185 Whose pet ran away?
Chapter 185 Whose pet ran away?
Chapter 185 Whose pet ran away?
Backlund, somewhere in the suburbs.
Pea vines form an aerial path, and a playful coachman carries a basket, driving his pumpkin carriage along the vines to the banks of the Tasok River.
The whole process was actually very quick, but Klein had already come to a conclusion during the process.
Then let's cooperate if necessary.
Even if this woman might not let him go, he should still take the opportunity to extract as much information as possible.
What if things take a turn for the better?
Bernadette sat down in the carriage, and the pumpkin carriage and green vines disappeared automatically. Mushroom chairs and a long table grew on the ground. Bernadette sat in the main seat, released the 'cage' from its restraints, and gestured for the spirit with its face covered in thick paint to sit at the other end.
On the way here, the Mysterious Queen had of course read the recipe and knowledge recorded on the Black Emperor card. The blasphemous card was now casually tossed on the table by her. Klein, with his keen eye, could still see the Emperor's skin on it, as well as the words "Black Emperor" written on the seal.
"You want this card?"
Bernadette looked at Klein with her azure eyes and asked. Klein didn't answer. The blasphemous token was precious, but it wasn't something he absolutely had to have... He still wanted it, after all.
"What do you want to ask?"
Klein appropriately displayed some desire to obtain the Blasphemy card.
"How did you know the blasphemous card was hidden inside the bookmark?"
Bernadette asked a blunt question.
"This is a clue I stumbled upon at a secret party."
Klein said this without lying.
"What secret gathering?"
Bernadette continued to ask questions.
Klein opened his mouth, his expression conflicted, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
"Does it involve the entity behind you?"
Bernadette raised an eyebrow slightly.
Klein nodded, feigning silence.
That's right, he has powerful connections. He's just a hired hand who takes on tasks; he doesn't know anything about it.
"You have two choices: disclose your own information, or disclose the information behind you."
"Whichever you choose, I will let you go. If you can tell me something that interests me, I might give you this card."
Bernadette picked up the blasphemous card.
At this point, Klein certainly wouldn't want to reveal his identity as Sherlock Moriarty, so he could only try to be flexible.
"My identity?"
"Ha, in other people's eyes, I'm already a dead man."
Klein let out a sigh, seemingly filled with endless sorrow and self-mockery.
This is indeed Klein Moretti's experience, so it's not a lie. It's pointless to pursue information about a dead person who had no control over his own life.
"All I can tell you is that the other members of the party called him... the Fool."
Klein seemed to have made a great decision before speaking.
Fool?
Bernadette was slightly surprised; this was not what she had expected.
However, her attempt to learn everything directly in the dream failed. The other party seemed to have received some kind of protection. Even when she unknowingly pulled him into the dream, he not only did not feel dazed, but he didn't even realize that he was in a dream. He was completely immune to this method that affected his mind.
"not enough."
Does he have a given name?
Bernadette seemed to be giving her final farewell.
Klein felt a heavy pressure and tried to shift his body uncomfortably, but to his surprise, he found that his spirit body, his buttocks, seemed to be stuck to the mushroom stool he was sitting on, and he couldn't move at all.
Are you sure you want me to read it aloud?
Klein could only hope that this high-sequence individual would back down.
"read."
Bernadette's expression didn't change much.
"A fool who doesn't belong to this era."
"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog."
"You are the king of yellow and black who holds the key to good fortune."
"I beg for your gaze, I beg for your attention."
Klein began reciting his own name as Bernadette instructed, hoping to use this opportunity to deepen his connection with the Gray Mist Space, overcome the 'Twistedness' of the high-sequence Extraordinary before him, and directly dispel the summons, leaving this dangerous area behind.
Bernadette's eyes flashed, she flicked the blasphemous card in her hand, and said bluntly, "If you want more of these, then trade them for what I need."
Klein caught the blasphemous card in a daze, but without saying a word, he used the pull of the gray fog space to directly cancel the summon and return to the gray fog space.
After Klein left, the white light in Bernadette's eyes gradually dissipated. As a prophetic master who wielded the blasphemous card "Wheel of Fortune," she directly did the right thing.
Since the Blasphemy Card is what the other party needs, then give it to them first. In any case, she has already "erased" the potion recipes from Sequence 2 to Sequence 0, which is not difficult for high-sequence Hermit Path cultivators, since these were originally made by her father.
If the other party needs further knowledge, then you will definitely need to find a way to exchange it with her.
If the other party has the means to restore the erased content, then their goal shouldn't just be a small blasphemous card.
"There was no response from 'Stealing the Heavenly Secrets'."
Bernadette stood up, and blank scrolls fell from beneath the mushroom-shaped table in front of her. On the two mushroom-shaped chairs, intricate symbols gradually disappeared.
If her prayer had been answered, she should have been able to sense something and steal a small portion of the power to preserve it.
But the name was indeed real. She could sense that the other party was not lying. After reciting the name, the other party did break free from the "mental distortion" for a time. The urge to escape almost surpassed the "desire for the blasphemous card".
"The mark I left in the blasphemous card has disappeared."
Bernadette almost had doubts.
Did she encounter a special 'messenger'?
It is highly unusual for a low-to-mid-sequence spirit of such a diviner path to be able to do this.
Who keeps this little pet? Is it that Fool... or some other being?
She didn't appear too eager.
The contents recorded on the Black Emperor card further confirmed to her that her father may have made such an attempt in his later years to ascend to the position of Black Emperor through a different route, and may have even succeeded.
"My father's nine tombs were definitely not completely destroyed."
"They might just be somewhere I don't know."
Bernadette looked westward with mixed feelings, towards the direction of the Misty Sea.
"There's definitely something wrong with this fool."
Bernadette didn't mind giving him some help for free. As long as the Fool remained active, it would bring her some benefits. He might even cross paths with the insane Zarathustra, or cause other disturbances. She just needed to wait patiently and discern the truth.
This is something she once learned: when the situation is unclear, cast out bait and see what other fish do next.