The Secret Master

Bang! The silver bullet traveled a distance of several meters and precisely pierced the neck of the tuxedo clown, causing a large amount of blood to flow out, staining the skin and the bow tie red. The tuxedo clown was unable to scream in agony, his throat made a gurgling sound. He wanted to raise his hand to remove the fatal injury, but his shoulder joint and elbow joint seemed to be filled with glue, making his movements clumsy and slow. Bang! In a semi-meditative state, Klein was not frightened by the blood. He once again pulled the trigger, calmly as if performing a routine practice. A grotesque hole appeared on the forehead of the tuxedo clown, crimson blood gushed out, dimming the light in his eyes. The exquisite revolver's power was much stronger than Klein had anticipated. Knee bent, arms hanging down, the tuxedo clown slowly fell to the ground, his eyes frozen with utter confusion. His body twitched a few times, slowly relaxing, and there was no other movement. One shot hit, and Klein turned coolly around, unfolded the revolver, and let the empty cartridges fall one by one to the ground. Then, wearing black formal attire and a half-high silk hat, he walked towards El Hassen, while taking out the last silver demon hunter bullet from his pocket and inserting it into the magazine. He didn't look back at the tragic scene of the tuxedo clown because it was purely due to the discomfort of his first killing, but not killing was not an option. He didn't know what would happen to the other party after being completely controlled by the puppet. Moreover, he didn't want to risk entering the influence range of the seal "2-049", because no one could say for sure if there would be strange changes this time, causing the "Reversal Ritual's" self-rescue to fail. As for the items on the tuxedo clown's body, Klein only cared about whether there was the so-called "Clown" magic potion formula or corresponding clues. But this was not something that needed to be done urgently. Later, he could do it together with Dunn, El, and others. The members of the Night Watch had obtained it almost as if they had obtained it themselves. They were unlikely to be reluctant to the formula of the sequence 8 magic potion. At the very least, they could spend more time accumulating credit. After all, they had only become "Diviners" for a short while, and there was still a long way to go before "Digestion". While his thoughts were swirling, Klein walked quickly to El Hassen. The gentleman wearing a grey lapel coat struggled to sit up several times but failed each time, getting covered in dirt and dust. "Mr. Hassen, what do you need me to do?" He crouched down and asked, with the revolver tilted towards the ground to prevent accidental firing. El took a breath and sighed: "That monster is too powerful. If it weren't for its weaknesses..." At this point, he pointed to a blue metal bottle beside him and said sarcastically: "I originally wanted to take the potion, but my hand trembled..." The blue metal bottle was about the thickness of Klein's thumb and no more than a meter in height. The spiral-patterned cap lay aside, completely soaked in liquid. Klein reached out to pick up the bottle, squinted at it, and helplessly replied: "Mr. Hassen, there are only a few drops left on the bottle wall." "Go... to Borgia, on the inside, in the inner pocket." El was breathing heavily as he spoke. "Okay." Klein stood up and casually asked, "Is this a healing potion?" Mysterious items? "No, it only has certain healing effects. Mainly, it mainly stimulates our spirit, squeezes the potential of our bodies... to maintain a good state for a short time, to support the return, to accept the treatment." El tried to sit up again but failed. "Its name is, 'The Goddess's Gaze'... Remember to let Borgia drink half of the potion." Klein didn't delay. Turning his body, he quickly came to the side of the suffering Borgia, finding the standard blue metal bottle from the unconscious night watchman's arms. He unscrewed the cap, carefully bringing the bottle mouth close to Borgia's lips. Borgia sensed something and tried to open his mouth. The bottle tilted, and the dark red liquid flowed into Borgia's mouth. Estimating the dosage, Klein stopped in time and re-tightened the cap. The effect of the potion seemed really good. After Borgia swallowed it, a few seconds later, the sparkle in his eyes reappeared, and he spoke in a low, hoarse voice: "Thank you." After saying that, he supported himself with his hands and slowly sat up. He first dealt with his own injuries and then walked towards the unconscious Lorcata and Dunn, taking out "The Goddess's Gaze" from the inner pocket of the latter. Klein returned to El, feeding the remaining half bottle of potion into the other's mouth. El gasped a few times, and suddenly became agile, as if never injured before, standing up. "I'll go help Borgia. You take care of your companion," this charming gentleman with middle-aged charm pointed at Leonard Mitchell. Klein had no objection. Turning around, he ran slowly to "Poet" Leonard. "No need, I can drink it myself," Leonard, with messy hair, smiled and raised the sky-blue metal bottle in his hand. Watching the other person support himself and stand up quickly, Klein suddenly froze in thought: Leonard's injury was lighter than I expected... He had the ability to take the potion at the very beginning! That is to say, he might have seen my "Counter-clockwise Walk Four Steps" "Transformation Ritual"! No, this matter is fine. My silent recitation was in my mind, and the "Transformation Ritual" had no external abnormal manifestation. Otherwise, the tuxedo clown couldn't have been deceived... But even so, Leonard, who had already recovered but chose to watch from the side, must have seen a lot of things, such as that I wasn't affected by "2-049" and tricked the tuxedo clown... Just as Klein's eyes slightly narrowed, Leonard, facing him, stopped beside him, looking straight ahead and chuckled softly: "I originally wanted to save you, but found that you didn't need it." "Don't worry about it. There are many special people in this world who can do things that others can't, such as you..." "... For instance, "me." Leonard raised his lips slightly, crossed over Klein, and headed towards the awakened Dunn and Lorcata. Narcissist... Klein muttered to himself with a hint of amusement, feeling much more relaxed inside. It seemed that Leonard Mitchell also had many secrets hidden within him... Thoughtfully, he joined the main group and watched Captain Dunn put on the gloves and pick up the Antigonus family notebook that was stained with yellowish-brown and bloodstains. The cover of this notebook was entirely made of dark black hard paper. It emitted an ancient and distant atmosphere, showing no signs of softening or rotting, almost exactly the same as what Klein had seen in his dream, so much so that he began to wonder if he would see a fool wearing a splendid headdress when he opened it. But he quickly realized that he was overthinking it, because Dunn carefully opened the notebook and made the final confirmation. The words on it, with the poor angle of view of Klein, were not clearly visible, but he was certain that there was no fool wearing splendid clothes and a splendid headdress. "Ah, no problem." Dunn closed the notebook and held it firmly, then looked at the others, "For now, store this and the sealing object '2-049' together in the Charnis Gate behind the city of Tingen for the time being. Wait until you recover, or Beckland sends someone over." Upon hearing this, Klein felt a bit disappointed but also relieved. He really wanted to read the Antigonus family notebook again to figure out the original owner and the causes of Welch and Naya's deaths, but he also felt that this ancient item was full of misfortune and always brought disasters, so he didn't dare to touch it. Handing it over to the headquarters of the church, sealing it tightly, was the best choice... He let out a sigh inwardly. "OK." El Hassen, Borgia, and Lorcata nodded respectively, then turned around and came to the sealing object "2-049". They were awakening each other, reinserting the puppet that had regained movement at some point into the cracked black iron box, and closely monitoring it. "Everything is normal." El's tone had a bit more ease. Only in the faintly glowing black iron box, the puppet with oil-stained strips was creaking and turning over. Its face painted with clown makeup was facing the light source. On this strange face, under the pure black eye sockets, two dark red tiny cracks appeared that were not easily visible. Meanwhile, Dunn, Leonard, and the courageous Klein searched the body of the tuxedo clown, finding paper flowers, handkerchiefs, playing cards, and glass pieces, among other strange items. However, apart from this, the other party did not bring any valuable or clue-giving items. Well, except for about seven or eight pounds and a dozen soles in the wallet... Klein sighed quietly. Thinking of the money, he immediately lowered his head and examined himself, his expensive formal suit almost collapsing. It had a place that needed mending due to rolling and rubbing, and there were dirt and dust mixed stains everywhere. Dunn glanced at him, his mouth curving slightly: "The losses in the mission can all be reimbursed." Reimbursement... Hearing the word "invented" by Emperor Roselius, Klein's mood brightened: Well, this formal suit can be washed properly, mended, and still be worn, and it's still decent enough... When the reimbursement fee comes, we can buy another one, forming a rotation! Well, I'm not the one who uses the reimbursement money for other purposes... But in the future, we need to consider "battle gear", such as the black wind coat of the captain... If the material is a bit cheaper, it's much cheaper than the tuxedo formal suit... Shit, Leonard this guy has never liked wearing formal suits, is he considering this for some reason... After that, they searched the innermost warehouse and saw several masses of blood and flesh that had been crushed by huge rocks, and saw numerous broken bones of a pale color scattered everywhere. "Riel. Bib should be using an ancient ritual to absorb the power contained in the notes, just like we directly consume higher-grade sequence potions. This is very dangerous and requires an undisturbed environment. It also requires a certain period of sleep. This must be the reason why he hasn't left Tingen yet." Dunn examined it and guessed. Hearing this description, the black-haired lady Lorcata smiled faintly and said: "Too bad. He was woken up by us earlier. The anger when he got up was really unforgettable." "This is a sign of losing control." Dunn looked at Klein and said, half explaining and half instructing. "Why didn't he just leave Tingen and try to absorb the power elsewhere?" Klein asked in confusion. El. Hassen smiled and pointed at his own head. "People affected by ancient and evil powers are often not very useful here." At this moment, Dunn took a breath, saying with pain in his voice: "Leonard, your situation is okay. Stay here and don't let ordinary people approach... The rest of us will immediately collect Riel. Bib's remnants, along with the seals and the Antigonus family's notes, and return with them. And bring Fry, Luyao and the police over."