franphil Chapter 146 Fight, Klein!
Chapter 146 Fight, Klein!
Chapter 146 Fight, Klein!
Rosago considers himself an elegant artist.
What he admired most in his life was the courage of a common man.
Even though he had many ways to get close to Sherlock Moriarty, he still chose the most suitable one.
You can't outrun a ship while swimming.
He is a Sequence 5 Secret Ambassador; diving is his life, his passion, and a form of leisure.
In Losago's view, taking care of Klein, this little pushover, would be very easy.
It was a foolish thing for Beckeron to make such a big shot as a Sequence 5 figure personally deal with such a trivial thing.
However, Losago had become accustomed to his superior's ignorance. He even thought he could control him, which was laughable. He was just a stupid guy like a puppet. Even without using the spirit line, he could still make the other party run around in circles.
He grew up in the environment of the Secret Order and survived to become a Sequence 5 Master of Puppets. Every one of them went through all sorts of trials. Those who were weak, arrogant, conceited, or foolish simply couldn't pass the test of finding the mermaid.
Was Losago summoned by Beckeron?
No, he came here on vacation on his own.
He admired the scenery along the way, tasted the fresh fish, and reminisced about swimming and diving.
As for that clown?
The battle should be resolved in 3 seconds; any second more would be a grave disrespect to the Master of the Puppet.
This is not arrogance on Becker's part.
The Master of the Puppet, who occupies the fifth position in the next sequence, is that powerful.
Reality is not a game, and the time it takes for the Puppet Master to complete initial control is not so fixed.
It's impossible to achieve initial control in 20 seconds against a Sequence 5 opponent and then again in 20 seconds against a Sequence 9 opponent, right? The methods of the three Gou families are unlikely to be so honest.
Losago returned to his cabin, dried his wet hair, changed into clean clothes, and then headed towards the dining area.
It's time for him to have a proper meal; everything is under control.
restaurant.
As Klein ate the fried fish, savoring its delicate texture, his displeasure was instantly relieved.
With nothing else to do these days, Klein observed the various passengers on the ship. Most of them were heading to Pulitzer Harbor, perhaps to make a living, or perhaps they wanted to leave Backlund and try their luck at sea, hoping that the Lord of Storms would favor them and they could make a fortune.
As for families traveling together, Klein hasn't seen any yet.
Even though the Kingdom of Rune's navy was very powerful, in this era, the title of "Four Kings and Seven Generals" was enough to deter a large number of people. There was also a group of small pirates at sea, who were loud and boisterous, thinking about robbery, extortion, murder, arson, alcohol, prostitutes, carefree living, and pleasure.
Klein slowly enjoyed his meal while listening to the other passengers and crew members in the restaurant recount their experiences and observations from various places.
Rosago went to the ship's restaurant, ordered the most expensive set meal, and then, like an old gentleman, found a separate, empty table and sat down, slowly picking up his knife and fork.
Klein didn't notice the extra passenger dining at the table behind him. He was still debating whether to try to get rid of the bodyguards and then go to the gray fog to take a stand. Was the promised attack coming or not? It was already so late.
Klein patiently complained, holding up his fork as if aiming to spear a pea and put it in his mouth. Although he preferred to just eat it directly, this was a public place, and he was just trying to relax.
While Klein was still aiming his fork, Rosago behind him had already used his knife and fork with precision to cut all the food on his plate into small, bite-sized pieces. He also had a glass of wine for himself, and when the cork was popped off, Rosago smiled with delight.
He had already divined that a small fish and a small crab were both dishes on the table and posed no threat to him.
Klein, who had been playing with his fork, paused, his vision blurred, as if his eyes had encountered a white fog, his brain had been scratched, and his thinking became unclear, as if it had rusted.
Antigo...Nus...house...puppet...
Klein's thinking was extremely slow; even just thinking about the sealed artifact "2-049" became very difficult for him.
Of course he knew what to do at this moment: find someone to give him a push.
But by the time his mind actually reached that point, the mysticization would probably have already been completed.
It's that simple to use sequence 5 to hit sequence 8 along the same pathway.
Revolt?
Impossible, everything you know, the other person also knows.
Although Klein was not completely off guard, he did not expect that the other party would make a move in a crowded place like a restaurant, and in such a strange way that no one noticed.
He doesn't even know who the enemy is or where they are located.
Fortunately, he had also hired a bodyguard.
Although the "hermit's" invisibility ability was useless from the perspective of the Puppet Master's spirit threads and was discovered from the beginning, Hao Lie could still make up a person and slightly distract Rosago, who was having a meal.
Klein's shadow, which had been extending from his feet, swayed slightly, but not by much. It seemed that he was also trapped, and reaching Rosago on the other side was simply a pipe dream.
In this situation, as an ordinary Sequence 7, there is only one way to escape.
That's selling out your teammates.
"Shael" was not discouraged. Although controlling the spiritual threads was the most troublesome extraordinary ability below the level of demigod, there were still ways to deal with it. The simplest way was to increase the strength of the spiritual body.
Although "Shael" doesn't use righteous methods, he does use unorthodox methods.
That's Berserk!
By lowering rationality, we can increase mental resistance!
Without any hesitation, Xia'er used Klein's shadow as a medium to cast a shadow curse within Klein's shadow.
Over there, Klein, whose thinking was already very sluggish and almost disconnected, suddenly felt a cold, crazy, and depraved power surge into his heart. A surge of anger was stuck in his stomach, and he almost instinctively wanted to roar out loud!
To shut up!
On the other side, Rosago, who was having his meal, frowned, but it was just a last-ditch effort.
His fingers twitched slightly, manipulating Klein's open mouth to close tightly. A surge of anger welled up inside him, unable to be released.
The intense reaction of the spirits and the strong agitation of the spirits temporarily and to a certain extent affected Rosago's manipulation.
Seizing that moment, the shadow on the ground suddenly forked, like a snake flicking its tongue, reaching towards Rosago's shadow.