Chapter 260: How Can You Still Change Your Face!

Just after buying the boat ticket, Ke Lai En saw on the ground a somewhat dizzy Tu Ba Ge, and beside it a helpless‑looking Lei Kedun; curious, he stepped forward and asked:

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's dizzy from traversing the spirit realm," Lei Kedun shrugged helplessly.

"No wonder you wanted it to follow me," Ke Lai En was silent for two seconds before speaking.

I know about seasickness and motion sickness, but dizzy spirit‑realm traversal is my first time seeing it; though it's not mysticism, it's very scientific.

If it drifts with you on the sea, I'm afraid it'll only be able to move while lying on the ground from now on.

Seeing Ke Lai En say nothing more, Lei Kedun took a square iron box from his coat pocket and handed it to him, saying:

"Inside are some purification talismans; if Tu Ba Ge is poisoned too deeply for itself to resolve, give it a talisman. The incantation is 'Purify.'"

"Tu Ba Ge has been entrusted to you for a few months; during this time its expenses and your fee will be borne by itself."

A feeling of a black‑hearted boss hits you—are you sure you're not just releasing it to work? Ke Lai En muttered two lines in his heart, and at the same time reached for the little iron box.

A few other dizzy Tu Ba Ge heard this and staggered over; it looked up at Ke Lai En for two seconds, blinked, shook its head, then examined Ke Lai En again.

Confirming it didn't recognize the person because it was also dizzy, it asked in puzzlement:

"Boss, didn't you tell me to stay with that detective across the street? Why has the person changed?"

"Heh," Ke Lai En chuckled low, then half‑crouched, stared at Tu Ba Ge, stretched out his right hand and brushed his face from top to bottom, then transformed into the appearance of detective Sherlock Moriarty.

"Now?"

Tu Ba Ge's expression on its face vividly portrayed a stunned look; it opened its mouth and murmured:

"How can you still change faces!"

Ke Lai En was about to explain that this was his extraordinary ability when he heard Tu Ba Ge continue:

"If you keep changing, what if I mistake you for someone else and get lost?"

Ke Lai En's words stuck in his throat; he controlled his slightly twitching mouth corner, glanced back at Lei Kedun:

"You rabbit, you do have a sense of safety."

He reshaped into the appearance of Germann Sparo, looked at Tu Ba Ge again, and said:

"Rest assured, I won't change arbitrarily; this current form is the identity I use at sea."

"Even if later I need to alter my appearance, I'll tell you in advance."

"Really?" Tu Ba Ge asked skeptically.

"I promise!"

After Ke Lai En's repeated assurances, Tu Ba Ge finally relaxed.

Having temporarily entrusted Tu Ba Ge to Ke Lai En, Lei Kedun stepped back into the spirit realm.

Beckland, Mingsike Jie.

Lei Kedun's figure quickly outlined itself in the living room; the raven Anu, who had delivered the letter, was already waiting here.

"Alright, we should set off as well," he called to the raven beside him.

Then he picked up the leather suitcase on the side coffee table; the raven Anu flapped its wings and landed on his shoulder.

Lei Kedun took a step forward, his figure became instantly translucent and vanished inside the room.

Jianhai County, Conston City.

On a clock tower that could see the distant sea, an elderly man in a heavy overcoat and a semi‑high black top hat stood quietly; his azure eyes gazed at the far sea, immersing himself in memories of the past.

Beside him, a silhouette quickly outlined itself.

Sensing the spiritual fluctuation, Lawrence turned his head:

Lei Kedun, carrying the leather suitcase, with a glossy black raven perched on his shoulder, appeared beside him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Lawrence."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Thanes— I thought you would come later."

Lawrence's voice was not as deep as it had been in Beckland; at this moment he even sounded somewhat vigorous.

Lei Kedun walked to his side, glanced at the relatively calm sea of Jianhai:

"The Future, the Star Admiral's vessel, is docked in Jianhai; I happen to be going to meet a friend."

"When do you plan to ascend?"

"Now," Lawrence replied firmly.

Lei Kedun nodded, asked no further, extended his left hand onto Lawrence's shoulder; the two figures swiftly faded away.

In a room that resembled an office, Lei Kedun and Lawrence's silhouettes quickly materialized.

"I'll prepare the magic elixir first."

As he spoke, Lawrence walked to a desk, opened a locked drawer, and took out several iron boxes of varying sizes and a glass bottle.

He turned to Lei Kedun:

"Could you make some pure water for me? Just 50 ml; I originally planned to do it later."

"No problem," Lei Kedun nodded lightly.

He walked a few steps forward, his eyes instantly covered with a faint blue glow; he half‑raised his right hand, let spiritual energy spread, water elements in the air rapidly condensed, and under the spirit's guidance gathered into the glass cup.

Although not measured precisely, by virtue of the extraordinary one's spiritual intuition and the reader‑path calculation ability, Lei Kedun could be sure the pure water in the glass was exactly 50 ml—no more, no less.

Lawrence smiled, nodded in thanks, then began taking out materials one by one, mixing the Recorder's magic elixir.

Soon a bottle of the Recorder's magic elixir was completed; the elixir was pale blue, filled with countless ever‑changing symbols, patterns and markings.

Having prepared the elixir, Lawrence settled into his chair, closed his eyes slightly, clasped his hands before his mouth and nose, and prayed in a steady voice:

"Fool of an age not belonging to this era, mysterious ruler above the gray mist, the yellow‑black king who holds good fortune."

"I pray to you;"

"I pray for your favor."

Ke Lai En, who was resting in the inn, suddenly heard layered illusory prayers at his ear; he glanced at Tu Ba Ge, who was fiddling with a potted plant on the windowsill, and immediately rose and entered the washroom.

He instantly erected a spiritual wall, blocking any possible probing by the rabbit outside, then swiftly stepped back four steps into the gray mist.

Through the deep‑red star corresponding to the supplicant, he saw Lao Lun Si praying to him, and from the prayer's words understood that he was preparing for ascension and seeking his protection.

Ke Lai En scanned the surroundings, and finally his gaze fell on the peculiar crown covered in rust and blood.

Fortunately, A Er kept the Sequence‑One property of this item in the gray mist, and the Black Emperor (Title) card had just been lent to Mr. A Zi Ke; otherwise I would have been unable to answer Mr. Lao Lun Si's prayer.

While pondering, he already lifted the peculiar crown; unlike the feeling the Black Emperor (Title) card gave him, this crown bestowed not only an extremely high rank but also tangible power.

He casually summoned a crudely cut paper figure, leveraged the gray mist's power, mixed it with the Sequence‑One level power from the crown in his hand, infused it into the paper figure, and then hurled it forward.

The paper figure rapidly expanded in midair, twisted and burned, transforming into a towering angel clad in iron‑blood armor, bearing twelve pairs of crimson flame‑blazing wings.

The flaming angel's silhouette swiftly merged into the deep‑red star corresponding to Lao Lun Si.

When Lao Lun Si performed his third prayer, Lei Ke Dun noticed some unusual changes, yet he could not see them clearly nor describe them.

While praying, Lao Lun Si only felt a dense gray‑white mist appearing in his field of view, with deep‑red light surging forth like a tide.

He saw a majestic figure seated atop the dense gray mist; though vague, it gave him an extraordinary sense of grandeur and loftiness, as if a great being overlooking all of the world.

The next moment, a towering angel clad in armor stained with rust and blood, bearing twelve pairs of blood‑red, flame‑blazing wings, appeared in his sight.

This aggressively aurased angel enveloped him with layers of flaming wings; Lao Lun Si experienced a fleeting daze, vaguely sensing the great presence and feeling a wave of warmth and protection.

It wasn't the angel from last time, but it too was a great angel with twelve pairs of wings—how many angels sit under Mr. Yu Zhe's command?

In an instant of mental shift, Lao Lun Si opened his eyes, grabbed the record‑officer demonic pill on the table before him, gave it a brief glance, and drank it down in one gulp.

As the sequence rises, the members of the Ya Bo La Han family and their ancestor Mr. Men will gradually deepen their connection, bringing inevitable loss of control and death.

This is also why our Ya Bo La Han family has had no extraordinary beings above Sequence Seven all these years.

Soon Lao Lun Si no longer had the energy to contemplate this; his ascension had already begun.

He felt his body undergoing violent changes under the pill's effect, his brain rapidly transmuting, his thoughts becoming hazy, and primal, maddening desire assaulting his reason.

As time passed bit by bit, Lao Lun Si's ascension finally concluded.

He slowly opened his eyes, and in his pupils reflected an illusory book turning its pages gradually.

(End of Chapter)