AWB Chapter 94 Nighttime Chase
Chapter 94 Nighttime Chase
Chapter 94 Nighttime Chase
At No. 2 Narcissus Street, Klein resisted the urge to immediately enjoy dinner and returned to his room under the pretext of changing clothes. In reality, he took four steps counterclockwise and arrived above the gray fog.
Behind the long bronze table, he skillfully conjured up paper and pen, and quickly wrote down what he was going to reserve.
"Triss's whereabouts."
Picking up the parchment, Klein, shrouded in a thick gray fog and exuding an air of aloofness, closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and silently recited the divination phrases. After reciting them seven times, he closed his eyes again, entered a dream, and sought the divination results through his spirituality.
In his hazy dream, he saw Triss, with her round face and sweet, gentle features, standing in a luxurious room. Opposite Triss was a veiled woman; her face was obscured by the veil, but her curvaceous figure alone was enough to ignite endless fantasies...
Who is this? Is he Triss's superior?
Klein thought to himself.
He tried hard to identify the room's furnishings or to find the corresponding area of the room through the window, but he couldn't. As his spirituality became unsustainable, he had no choice but to exit the dream, leave the gray fog, and return to the real world.
On the bright side, at least I know Triss has a superior in Tingen, and I can tell the captain tomorrow... Klein thought to himself, feeling the hunger in his stomach, and hurriedly went downstairs.
Then he saw his sister Melissa staring at him with a strange look.
"What's wrong?"
"Klein, didn't you say you were going to change your clothes?"
"Melissa asked."
Ok?
Klein looked down and realized that he had been in such a hurry when he went downstairs that he had forgotten to change his clothes... So what was the excuse he had just made up?
He could only laugh awkwardly and say, "Uh, I forgot..."
Meanwhile, in a mansion on Olsner Street in the eastern district of Tingen.
"I've done enough for you. The Night Watchers have come looking for me now. I'm leaving Tingen!"
Triss handed over the bottle containing the red liquid, saying this as she did so. Her beautiful round face was now pale from blood loss, making her look pitiful.
Opposite her, Mrs. Sharon, wearing gloves and a veil, took the bottle.
She looked at Triss, paused for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Are you injured?"
"No, you're cursed?"
When she uttered the first sentence, her tone was tinged with surprise. But when she spoke the second sentence, her voice turned icy cold, as if filled with deep-seated resentment.
Triss trembled slightly, then, at Lady Sharon's command, was forced to pull open her robe to reveal her wounds. Lady Sharon touched the wounds, sensing a familiar presence, and her eyes, hidden beneath her veil, gradually turned cold.
"Click, click."
Lu Ze continued to wind up the clown doll, infusing it with spiritual energy.
Cecilia sat beside him, watching his actions with a worried look in her eyes, but said nothing.
About half an hour had passed since he got home. Lu Ze quickly ate his meal and began packing, preparing to hunt down the witch and obtain her heart. Since Ms. M had no intention of intervening, he had to do it himself, hunting down a Sequence 7 Extraordinary as a Sequence 8.
Lu Ze felt the spiritual energy being depleted; after using up about a third of it, he stopped twisting it. This amount of spiritual energy could sustain the Wind-up Clown for about a minute. Although it wasn't quite enough, considering that the spiritual energy might have other uses, this was the only way he could manage for now.
Although he is fighting against Sequence 7 with Sequence 8, he is not without a chance of winning.
First, the opponent has already fought a battle with the Night Watchers, and has depleted their spiritual energy and items. Things like the silver mirror that served as a substitute and the materials for her invisibility need to be prepared again.
Secondly, the other party was also suffering from their own curse, and their physical condition was poor.
Finally, Luze's side has quite a few trump cards. Three extraordinary items, the abilities of listening, secret prayer, and obscene words, as well as a talisman buried on the back of his hand... However, these are mainly for dealing with Ms. M, so it's best to avoid using them if possible.
"You seem very proactive."
Ms. M looked at him and suddenly smiled and spoke.
"Didn't you tell me to do it?"
Lu Ze looked up at her, and asked indifferently,
"Of course, I have my own purposes... A witch's body can be used as material for a ritual."
He added another explanation.
The act of removing the witch's heart was too difficult to conceal, so after some consideration, Lu Ze decided to be blunt. He planned to take various materials from the witch and hide the heart among them, making it less noticeable.
"I see."
Ms. M said softly, unable to tell from her reaction whether she believed it or not.
While the two were talking, Lu Ze had already wound up the clown's clockwork and stuffed it into his inner pocket. He then checked all the materials, loaded the revolver and put it back in its holster, and hid the ceremonial silver dagger in his sleeve before putting on his coat, hat, and walking to the porch.
He thought for a moment and then picked up the cane that was standing next to the door.
"Lu Ze, be careful!"
His younger sister said with concern from behind him.
"Don't worry, everything will be alright."
Lu Ze smiled at his sister, turned and went out. It was getting late, the red moon shone, and a slightly chilly night breeze blew. Lu Ze tightened his coat and glanced at No. 2 Narcissus Street, which was next door; the lights were on inside. He bent down and quietly passed by No. 2, trying not to make a sound and attract the attention of the people inside. If they saw him, it would be difficult to explain.
Lu Ze didn't relax until he reached the street corner. He looked around and saw that there were no pedestrians left. He took out the blood-stained handkerchief from his coat pocket, then cut open his palm with a silver dagger, pressed the bloodstained part of the handkerchief to the wound, and began to whisper the name of the true Creator.
Not long after, the bloodstains that had congealed on the handkerchief suddenly began to move, extending in a certain direction.
It seems to be over there.
Lu Ze clenched his fist, clutching his handkerchief to cover his wound, and continued walking in the corresponding direction. After walking about a street, he encountered a carriage.
He then reached out to stop him.
"Sir, where are you going?"
"I asked the driver."
"Let's go that way first."
Lu Ze pointed in the direction.
"OK."
The coachman didn't care about the vague answer he received; their carriages were charged by the hour, and the longer Lu Ze was delayed, the more he earned.
With each block the carriage traveled, Luze would reorient himself, and eventually he found himself on Olsner Street in the eastern part of Tingen, circling one of the mansions several times.
That's right, she's hiding right here!
Lu Ze had the carriage drive one street away, then called for it to stop, paid the fare, and got off.
In the distance, the house stood silently in the darkness, as if welcoming his arrival.