On a night with clear moonlight, in the garden of 160 Böklund Street.

A gray rat crawled out of its hole, running straight for the master bedroom’s bed.

As a tiny, black, glue-like blob object floated down, the rat held it over its head like an acrobatic act.

It quickly turned around, ran out of 160 Böklund Street, and headed for the sewer entrance.

At this moment, the gray rat raised its torso up and reached out with two of its paws.

They magically extended as blobs of flesh appeared on its forelimbs!

Then, using its mutated front paws, it moved the manhole cover away without causing a sound!

Without stopping at all, the gray rat headed straight down the sewers, going all the way to the spot where Demoness Trissy previously hid.

It kept digging in a corner until it excavated a mirror fragment from the soil.

Having done that, the gray rat threw the black, sticky object over its head to the side where it was relatively clean. It then retreated to a corner, allowing its body to stretch and turn into a middle-aged man wearing a dark red coat and a triangular hat. He was none other than Admiral of Blood, who had previously been active at sea.

However, this Senor, along with his clothes and body, was just a thin layer, akin to a figurine cut from paper.

“This rat is quite fat…” Admiral of Blood stroked his chin, but his paper figurine-like body nearly flew up as a result of the cold draft in the sewers.

The person who spoke was none other than Klein. He was inside his master bedroom, turning a rat into his marionette by controlling its Spirit Body Threads. He then made it carry the ritual materials and head down the sewers to contact Demoness Trissy.

Senor, whose arms were flailing about due to the draft, bent down and picked up the sticky blob. This was the remains of Trissy’s lock of hair after she burned it with black flames. It could be used for a communication ritual.

Right on the heels of that, he wiped the mirror fragment clean and smeared the material onto it.

After this step, Klein made his marionette take two steps back from the “mirror.” With a smacking sound, Senor was plastered to the mossy wall like an oil painting

East Borough. In a room with thick curtains that left it almost dark.

Raven-black, slimy “tentacles” coiled together, forming a huge sphere.

And at the end of these “tentacles,” there were either eyes with clear blacks and whites embedded in them, or there were venomous snake heads attached there. The latter opened their mouths slightly as they shot out their tongues in a rather strange fashion. It was quite a harrowing scene.

retracted as the sphere crumbled, layer

She had abnormally sweet looks, but her brows were tightly furrowed. Her expression

slimy and disgusting “tentacles” retracted and shrank, finally turning back into their original form

girl with soft, long hair soothed as she slowly got up and walked to the side of a tiny bed she had partitioned out. Picking up the sleeping gown

and came in front of the full-body mirror. Reaching out her right

burst forth as it burned quietly in the air before being

with

with the round face and thin eyes watched in silence

smile bloomed, the dark room seemed

“Mr. Gehrman Sparrow, is this your craziness and

is it the case where

previously met her in the image of Admiral of Blood Senor, and

revenge, preventing her from being kept abreast of the news at sea. It was rather unsurprising for her to be unaware of Admiral of Blood’s demise, but things were different after she finished recuperating

Senor to smile and simply reply,

on

she said, “It will need another month

help, you can seek me out,”

“In Backlund, in this game, strength isn’t

course, I’ve never wasted the opportunity to

no need to hide your identity, can

cellphone number… Klein thought about it for a moment before informing

speak further. Reaching out her right hand, she tapped

before disappearing, restoring the full-body mirror

soil and made his body shrink rapidly, turning back into a gray rat. It then ran deep into

Klein drew his curtains and returned to the reclining

be frank, he regretted cooperating

Primordial Demoness and was reckless for revenge. She was like a ticking bomb that

possible that she would create a terrifying disaster… I shouldn’t have spared her back then… Klein sighed and began setting up a ritual. He sent the black blob above the gray fog and attempted to

thirty seconds later, he

Trissy had become a Blessed of the Primordial Demoness to a certain

the newly-appointed butler

an entire luggage bag, of which included Fermo coffee beans, East Balam tobacco,

the neighborhood as a sign of goodwill from Dwayne Dantès. It was also to announce his return to the

remember to mention to Member of Parliament Macht or his wife that this bottle of River Valley grape wine is suitable for making cocktails.

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