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After exclaiming about Klein's performance in the washroom to find an opportunity to enter the Gray Fog, he immediately withdrew his gaze, prepared a little, and then went out.
Knock, knock, knock!
Leyton knocked on the door of Destiny's house next door.
Soon, the door opened with a creak.
Destiny, with a faint smile on his lips, glanced at Leyton standing at the door and directly spoke his inner thoughts:
"You want to borrow some luck from me?"
Leyton nodded lightly:
"Yes, enough luck will make things smoother."
"Alright." Destiny nodded slightly in response, then his tone became a little more serious:
"In return for your luck today, my upcoming advancement will require some help from you. The disaster that will happen in Backlund this time seems very serious, and the luck I've accumulated won't be enough to fully guide this disaster."
"Guide the disaster?" Leyton pondered for a moment, then asked curiously:
"What exactly is the Chaoswalker's advancement ritual?"
"Follow the guidance of fate, walk through a City where chaos is caused by external forces, pluck the threads of fate, and bring the chaos to an end in a reasonable way."
A City where chaos is caused by external forces, Backlund is really not a good ritual location; even a descent of God will appear then.
After a brief thought, Leyton nodded readily, agreeing to Destiny's request. After all, he was already going to participate in this great smog incident.
After receiving the answer, Destiny immediately closed his eyes and raised his hand to make a grasping motion in the air above Leyton's head. He frowned slightly and repeated the grasping motion again.
Then he slowly withdrew his outstretched right hand, nodded gently, and said in a solemn tone:
"Alright, the luck on you is enough to make your wishes come true today, but don't waste it casually. The malicious perception of a Desire Apostle is enough to consume most of the luck I've attached to you."
Cherwood Borough, not too far from Holy Wind Cathedral.
After receiving the luck attached to him by Destiny, Leyton hailed a rented carriage at the intersection and drove aimlessly around the City for a while before finally arriving here, waiting for that Desire Apostle to assassinate Duke Negan and then coincidentally meet him.
The carriage stopped at an inconspicuous fork in the road. Leyton created a layer of Wall of Spirituality around the carriage, then set up a simple ritual and began to pray to the Hidden Sage:
"Sage who observes the world, eye that peers into truth, embodiment of endless knowledge and numerology!"
"I pray to you;"
"I pray for protection."
As the prayer incantation ended, Leyton only felt a blur before his eyes, as if he saw a pair of indifferent eyes, containing countless brilliant stars, gazing at him.
Immediately, his own spirituality gave feedback, and a veil like the night sky lightly enveloped him.
After obtaining the Concealment effect granted by the Hidden Sage, Leyton finally relaxed.
The malicious perception of the Devil Pathway was truly troublesome; he could hardly guarantee that some fleeting thoughts in his mind wouldn't trigger the opponent's malicious perception, which was why he prayed to the Hidden Sage for a Concealment effect.
Not long after the carriage stopped, Leyton heard a whooshing sound of wind.
He subconsciously looked up at the carriage's glass window, only to see the dim clouds and mist in the sky being blown away by the strong wind.
He didn't even need to see the swaying of leaves and branches; the strong wind just now directly dragged out a clear trace in the air, heading straight towards the southeast.
A few seconds later, everything returned to normal.
"Heh, the Storm Pathway really makes everyone a hot-headed brother!"
Shaking his head lightly with emotion, using the vision of his Eyes of Mystery Prying, Leyton saw the figure enveloped by the strong wind just as it roared past: the bishop of Holy Wind Cathedral, that Songster of God, Ace Snake.
The hot-headed Storm brother is going to be a Storm pigeon again.
Leaning in the carriage, after waiting for a not-so-long time, Leyton saw a luxurious carriage approaching from the west.
In an instant, Leyton's eyes were covered with a layer of light purple glow.
His gaze swept over the slowly passing luxurious carriage, then shifted to the area around the carriage, and through the feedback obtained from different angles, he pieced together a picture of the interior of the carriage in his mind:
It was carpeted and furnished with a bed, sofa, and table, truly resembling a mobile room.
Inside sat Duke Negan, holding a crystal cup and tasting red wine. Not too far away, there was also a secretary in a crisp tailcoat, rapidly taking notes in a notebook.
When Leyton's gaze swept over the carriage, he saw more than one spiritual light representing a Mystical Item, some on Duke Negan, and some on his secretary.
Then Leyton's gaze wandered around, confirming the direction of the luxurious carriage's movement through the surrounding feedback.
Until the carriage stopped in front of an extremely luxurious house. At a glance, there was a glass greenhouse in the garden, filled with flowers not belonging to this season.
A shipyard in the Dock District.
The person disguised as Patrick Jason Beria entered the pre-booked cabin.
He looked out the window, observing the misty sky, and silently calculated the time in his mind.
After waiting for a while, he quickly took off his hat and clothes, then reached out and directly tore off the layer of human skin covering his body.
Revealing the image of a beautiful lady beneath the human skin, she unhurriedly took out the clothes she had prepared earlier, changing into them one by one. In a very short time, she completed a complete change of appearance.
Finally, she rummaged through her suitcase for a fist-sized stone statue, wrapped the human skin she had just torn off around it, tied a knot, and threw it directly into the river.
After doing all this, she lightly clapped her hands, closed the window, picked up her suitcase, and left the cabin.
A small paper figure, hanging on a branch by the riverbank, had a strange eye-like symbol drawn on it, seemingly silently observing everything that had just happened there.
Not long after, a howling gust of wind swept across the sky, dispersing the surrounding mist and blowing the small paper figure hanging on the tree to an unknown place.
In a carriage at a fork in the road not far from Holy Wind Cathedral in Cherwood Borough.
Leyton rubbed his eyes helplessly, looking as if sand had been blown into them by the wind.
The sensory synchronization of the Eyes of Mystery Prying is really uncomfortable, I almost got dizzy. That paper figure can't be retrieved, thankfully I had anticipated it and left a way for it to self-destruct.
However, who was that lady disguised as Patrick Jason Beria? She doesn't seem like a Beyonder of the Devil Pathway. Perhaps a member of the Sunset Red Retirement Group?
Lost in thought, Leyton memorized the appearance of the lady impersonating Patrick Jason Beria, preparing to talk to her if he had the chance, perhaps he could discover some additional clues.
Then he took out a new paper figure from his clothes pocket, shook it twice in the air, and threw it out of the carriage window, carried away by a gentle breeze.
It finally landed on the roof of a luxurious villa. In the cracks of the roof tiles, the eye symbol drawn on the small paper figure was like a real eye, staring unblinkingly at the villa opposite.
In order not to alert the Beyonder in the villa with his gaze, Leyton controlled the small paper figure's gaze to fall on the glass window of the villa opposite.
Through the reflection of the glass, he observed the activities inside the villa.
The somewhat corpulent Duke Negan gave a bear hug to his mistress, whom he kept in the villa. Behind him followed two figures, one should be his personal secretary, and the other was a bodyguard from this place.
A group of security personnel was also dispersed in different places outside the house.
Soon, Duke Negan, who had entered the bedroom, drew the curtains. The small paper figure, having lost its view, slowly lay down, like an ordinary piece of paper blown onto the roof by the wind.
In the attic of Duke Negan's luxurious villa where he secretly kept his mistress.
A man in a dark coat sat on an old chair, his eyes half-closed, not knowing what he was sensing. Suddenly, a smile of unknown meaning appeared on his face.
"Such strong desire... This doesn't match my judgment of him. It seems he took related drugs. However, this is truly too cooperative... Hehe!"
The man tilted his face slightly, as if in ecstasy, enjoying and communicating with something.
"It's almost time... Now!"
He suddenly clenched his right hand, as if tightly grasping something.
Inside the bedroom, Duke Negan seemed to have found the feeling of his youth.
A moment later, the surrounding air seemed to calm down.
Suddenly, he felt a rumble in his mind, and Duke Negan felt that soaring pleasure explode.
His vision went blank, his brain temporarily lost all thought, and his heart pounded uncontrollably, like an overpressured Steam boiler, ready to explode at any moment.
In a short while, Duke Negan's eyes lost their focus, saliva drooled from his mouth, and he collapsed weakly onto his lying mistress.
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