Mystery: Death Singer

Chapter 141 Devout Believer (Music)

In the agonizing silence, Klein confirmed that there were no records of the Soren family in Silver City.

He pursed his lips, anxiously awaiting the inevitable judgment.

Sure enough, Klein soon heard Edric's voice: "I can answer that question. What payment are you willing to make?"

Klein wasn't shameless enough to sell the "Magician's" formula back, but information involving high-ranking experts was bound to be expensive. He steeled himself and said, "Some secret knowledge; its value can be determined by Mr. 'The Fool'."

Edric's lips curled into a slight smile, and he said in a relaxed tone, "Okay, deal."

Klein immediately manipulated the gray mist to isolate "Justice," "The Hanged Man," and "The Sun," creating a separate space for dialogue.

Seeing that the gray fog had stopped, Edric immediately got straight to the point: "Soren still has high-ranking experts. Unless another Roselle emerges in Intis to suppress such a prominent family, it is very difficult for the lineage to end."

Klein noted down this valuable information, then immediately revealed his carefully selected secret knowledge: "Do you know about the 'Blasphemy Card'?"

"It's said to be some kind of relic left by Roselle, and rumors say it hides a great secret."

It seems Edric doesn't understand... Klein breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "That's not just a rumor; every 'Blasphemy Card' possesses the property of being anti-prophecy and anti-divination."

"And what I want to tell you is that each 'Blasphemy Card' corresponds to an extraordinary path, containing all the potion recipes for that entire path!"

This was a deduction made by Klein himself.

In his diary, Roselle openly expressed his desire for the mystical world to become more chaotic, and in that respect, what could be better than those randomly spread potion recipes?

It's important to know that in major churches, high-sequence potions are only distributed as finished products, and other secret organizations are likely to do the same.

Roselle's twenty-two "blasphemous cards," each inscribed with a potion recipe, are a unique key.

It can give wild extraordinary individuals hope of becoming high-sequence powerhouses, and it can also become the sharpest dagger for ambitious individuals.

Thinking of this, Klein suddenly had a jolt and remembered "Hurricane Admiral" Ziringus, who died tragically in Backlund.

Could that mysterious item, which only exists in rumors, be a "blasphemous card"?!

After their private conversation ended, Edric seized the last moments of the party and looked at "Justice" Audrey, saying, "I'd like to get some information about Mr. A, such as where his party is being held and when."

Is Mr. Death going to make a move against Mr. A? Great! — Audrey was excited. With Klein's help, she conjured up paper and pen and quickly wrote down the details of Mr. A's gathering.

She didn't want to give up the only high-end gathering she had access to besides the Tarot Club, but Mr. A's presence meant she could only watch the gathering but not attend.

If you want to find anything there, you'll have to ask Fors and Hugh for help.

In the words of Emperor Roselle, this is what is called tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw away.

If it weren't for her recent financial difficulties preventing her from offering a suitable price, Audrey would have even considered sponsoring the deal.

Mr. Death has arrived.

After finishing his conversation with "Miss Justice," Klein announced the end of the tarot session about ten minutes later.

Edric suddenly felt himself sinking into a deep red ocean, his body plummeting as if he had accidentally fallen from the clouds.

In the real world, Edric finished his prayers and rose from the black bench.

He nodded slightly to the pastor on duty and said with a happy and relaxed tone, "I had some insomnia last night, but I fell asleep peacefully while praying in church. The steam was rising above me; it must be the Lord protecting me."

The old pastor watched as Edric dropped a ten-pound note into the offering box, his smile growing even more amiable. He spoke slowly, "Mr. James, you could have prepared an envelope, written your name on it, and let everyone know of your piety."

"No, I won't do that."

Edric shook his head, his eyes clear, his tone devout: "I am no different from anyone else. Whether it's a penny or ten pounds in the offering box, we are all the same, all believers of the Lord."

As he spoke, he had already drawn a triangular emblem on his chest.

The old pastor's eyes flickered, and the muscles in his face trembled slightly. He also drew a triangular emblem on his chest and said with utmost seriousness, "May God protect you, Mr. James."

I was really afraid that the "God of Steam and Machinery" would suddenly realize something was wrong and descend to kill me... Edric revealed a perfect smile, and he drew another triangular holy emblem on his chest.

"Steam above."

"Steam above."

Stepping out of St. Hillan Cathedral, Edric put on his top hat, picked up his cane, and headed straight for the carriage parked somewhere in the square.

Since he was already here, he might as well go and check on Solana's progress. Without a suitable scabbard, he couldn't very well take the "Sword of Law" out of the house.

Edric stood in front of Solana and Freya's rented apartment and rang the doorbell for more than ten minutes, but there was no response.

Just as wary glances began to fall from the surrounding houses, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded from behind the door.

The door was quickly opened from the inside, and a tired-looking Solana peeked out.

Upon seeing that the person standing outside the door was Edric, her eyes lit up, as if boundless power surged from her body.

Solana pulled Edric into the house and turned to leave, saying rapidly as she went, "I'll make the scabbard you wanted myself. Since I used some materials that are in line with the aristocratic style, it will probably cost thirty pounds."

"No problem." Edric closed the door behind him, then asked curiously, "Have you been staying up since last night?"

"That's nothing... Ha~"

As she spoke, Solana yawned, like a kitten that had finally gotten tired of playing, which was incredibly cute.

She suddenly remembered that someone was following her, and her cheeks and earlobes immediately flushed a beautiful pink.

She stopped and furtively turned around, only to meet Edric's gentle, smiling gaze.

Solana, her heart pounding, swayed slightly, her inexperience making her appear somewhat clumsy. She instinctively steered the conversation towards her area of ​​expertise: "I...I just created a perfect piece. Would you like to see it?"

"I am honored to be the first person to appreciate this work," Edric said with a nod and a smile.

Solana turned around and felt her cheeks burning hot. She quickened her pace as if fleeing.