How does a dog apologize? Not dwelling on this question, Annie, who knew that the Duke also liked Susie very much, could only sigh and carefully collect the mirror fragments, placing them in an exquisite box.
After doing all this, she looked at Audrey and asked with a smile:
"Miss, which dress would you like to wear?"
Today was the official launching day of the ironclad ship. Not only would the major nobles in the Loen Kingdom attend, but even the King and Queen, who resided deep within the palace, would be present.
Audrey's eyes brightened, and she replied without hesitation:
"Of course, the one I wore on my engagement day."
Annie's expression froze slightly, and she cautiously advised:
"That dress is indeed the most perfect one, no one will question it, but this is after all a ceremony that the King will attend."
"You can wear it at home, or on less formal occasions. I think the Duke will definitely understand."
Audrey, who didn't want to make things difficult for Annie, no longer insisted. She pouted and allowed the maids to do her makeup.
After these preparations were completed, she would travel by carriage with her father, Earl Hall, to the Royal Navy Base at Pritz Harbor to attend the ceremony.
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Tingen, Zouteland Street, Blackthorn Security Company.
Rosanne, who was slacking off at work, heard a gentle but authoritative voice in her sleepy daze:
"Take me to see Dunn Smith."
The brown-haired girl immediately sat up straight, quickly picked up the newspaper spread out in front of her, covered her face, and pretended to read from the 'Tingen City Honest Man' newspaper she held.
Then she lowered the newspaper, revealing her smooth forehead and light brown eyes, first fawningly, then in surprise, looking towards the source of the voice, and couldn't help but exclaim:
"Duke!"
Looking at Rosanne, who stood up in a panic and even knocked over her chair, Aaron, who hadn't changed his appearance, smiled and didn't blame her for slacking off at work. Anyway, Blackthorn Security Company didn't have much business, and their main job wasn't this.
Rosanne, who had stood up, then noticed that behind the Duke was a man in his early thirties with a decent face, deep brown eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. Even standing, he gave off a sense of arrogance.
His attire was particularly strange, making one uncomfortable. He wore a pointed and stiff black hat, and the buttons on his coat were mismatched and disordered, neither symmetrical nor coordinated.
Noticing the lady's gaze, Moobeit, who was following behind Aaron, showed a sense of amiability completely different from his arrogant demeanor.
It was also frustrating to say that Moobeit, who had already advanced to Sequence 4 'Parasite', had still failed to contact Pallez within Leonard during his time in Tingen.
No matter how many hidden marks of the Zoroast family Moobeit left, he had tried every method except direct parasitism, but none had any effect.
Aaron's evaluation of this was only one sentence: "An old man who was scared silly by Amon." But Nast had already sent word that they would depart to explore the Solomon ruins by next month at the latest.
Aaron didn't have much time left in Tingen. Some things couldn't be delayed any longer and had to be resolved before he left, which was also the reason he came directly revealing his identity.
After waiting for a moment, Aaron's gaze passed over Rosanne, who had re-opened the door and stepped out, and looked at a young police officer with black hair, green eyes, and a romantic poetic temperament who was following behind her.
Rosanne, slightly out of breath, quickly explained:
"Your Grace, I'm very sorry, the Captain isn't here today. There was a strange suicide on Iron Cross Street in Howes Street district last night, and the Captain took a few team members to handle it."
"This is also one of our official members, the Nighthawk Leonard. He came back to get a sealed artifact to assist with the investigation and will be heading to the scene later. If you are in a hurry, you can go with him."
After speaking, she looked at Leonard, who had suddenly fallen silent, with some surprise. This usually eccentric fellow was acting unusually obedient.
Smiling and nodding at Rosanne, Aaron then stepped aside to indicate for Leonard to go first. Leonard, who looked like he had something to say but didn't, glanced at Rosanne, who was secretly urging him, sighed, and moved his stiff steps towards the carriage downstairs.
Leonard, who had been calling out a name in his heart without getting a response, felt somewhat restless. As a true Nighthawk, and having communicated with Madam Daly of the Red Gloves in Backlund, he knew much more than Rosanne, who was just an office worker.
That most prominent Duke was a favored one of the Goddess, and his strength was already at the Archbishop level. Being alone with such a powerful person, if he were discovered....
He stopped his anxious thoughts, and the authoritative voice also drifted into his ears:
"Moobeit, you drive the carriage. Just go to Iron Cross Street in Howes Street district. The others can leave for now."
Leonard looked up with some surprise and met the gaze of those golden eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. A feeling of panic, like being stripped naked and exposed to a camera, instantly filled his heart.
The carriage slowly started, and some dark gold mist emanated from Aaron, merging into the carriage and creating a sealed and secret environment.
The Mark of Night on Aaron's wrist glowed faintly, and he twirled the 'Ring of Concealment' on his finger. He conveniently took out a paper crane from his In arms and placed it in front of him. The figure of Fals Eren then abruptly appeared in the corner of the carriage.
Looking at Leonard, who was bowing his head in silence, Aaron spoke in a calm tone:
"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Pallez Zoroast. I believe my sincerity is quite sufficient. How about coming out for a chat?"
"The old man's real name is Pallez Zoroast?"
This thought quickly flashed through Leonard's mind, but the usual old voice did not sound. Not knowing how to respond, he could only remain silent.
He sighed softly, the 'Ring of Concealment' flickered with a faint light, and he pulled out 'Varna Will' from the historical void image. Having already become a Demigod, summoning an Angel projection was no longer as strenuous as before.
After doing all this, Aaron picked up the paper crane of Will Auceptin in front of him and added casually:
"Playing dead is not a good choice. Don't worry, I'm not Amon, or do you think you can escape from me in your current severely injured state?"
Chapter 223 Transactions and Meetings
The atmosphere inside the carriage grew increasingly tense. Under the oppressive aura of a demigod, even an angel, Leonard, who had been trembling, suddenly became still.
An ancient sigh, as if echoing from the depths of time, profound and weathered, emanated. "Leonard" then raised his head, and beneath his black short hair, a massive, ancient, mottled phantom flickered in his pupils.
Back in Backlund, when Aaron had performed a spirit medium ritual on the demigod of the Jacob family, he had seen this symbol in her memory fragments. However, the two were not exactly the same, differing in some subtle details.
"Young people nowadays are truly remarkable. It seems I really am getting old."
The ancient voice, ill-suited to his appearance, came from "Leonard"'s mouth, carrying a hint of helplessness and emotion.
He withdrew his gaze from the "Ring of Concealment" in Aaron's hand and the paper crane, then seemingly casually glanced at the projection of Valna behind Aaron and the "Maniac Sorcerer" standing in the corner of the carriage.
As a Sequence 1 of the Marauder pathway, Pales was extremely familiar with the adjacent Seer pathway. He recognized at a glance that it was an Angel's Historical Void projection.
As for the "Maniac Sorcerer" who brought Him a sense of familiarity, Pales speculated He might have encountered him during the Fourth Epoch. For high-level Beyonders of the Seer pathway, seeing through their disguise would likely require Him to recover to His peak state.
"As expected of an Angel family, to possess such profound power without revealing a thing. However, I am still very curious, how did you find me?"
Looking at "Leonard", Aaron's lips curved upwards. He picked up the paper crane and placed it in his palm, responding in a casual tone:
"Perhaps my luck is rather good. Otherwise, your descendant would have truly been lost to history, completely unable to meet you."
Ignoring this obviously perfunctory explanation, Pales thought that if he could be found simply by luck, he would likely have become Amon's meal long ago.
But since he had been found, Pales no longer dwelled on it. He turned his head and glanced at Mobet outside the sealed space, who was driving towards Iron Cross Street in the Howes district. His ancient voice gradually softened:
"It's good that he's alive. I originally thought he was killed incidentally by Amon or Jacob in that war, which is why I couldn't divine the killer."
"However, fortune and misfortune are intertwined. Although he disappeared for a thousand years, he also escaped that disaster. It seems the aura that appeared in Tingen last time was indeed left by him."
"Thank you, Your Grace the Duke, for cultivating him. But achieving demigod at this time is very likely to be sensed by that 'one'. I hope Your Grace the Duke will pay more attention."
Looking at Pales, who had sent a signal for friendly exchange, the smile on Aaron's face became even more pronounced. He pointed to the front of the carriage:
"This is an equal transaction. He provides faith, and I help him achieve demigod and, to a certain extent, guarantee his safety."
The old and shrewd Pales had already heard the underlying meaning. "Leonard"'s face showed a strange smile, and his right finger pointed to the sky:
"Given your status, you must already know what the name Amon signifies. Let alone my current state, even I at my peak, plus your entire East Balam family, would not be His opponent."
"If I wanted to seek refuge, why not seek out the Seven in the astral world and become Their subordinate?"
"I advise you not to get involved in this mess. The Jacob family and the Zaratul family have already vanished like smoke. With the protection of the Evernight, as long as you don't actively provoke trouble, you won't encounter too much difficulty."
Not bothered by the sarcasm in the old man's tone, Aaron responded with an undiminished smile:
"The Apocalypse is approaching. The threat from those existences is already close at hand. Even if some of the Seven Deities dislike Amon, opinions will always converge towards unity amidst disagreements."
"At least on the matter of quickly bringing about the birth of a 'Lord of Mysteries', They will easily reach a consensus."
"Even if the already corrupted 'Mr. Door' returns, he is merely a sacrifice. Antigonus was placed on the altar long ago. What's more, what about you, who have fallen to such a state?"
"At least the current Amon certainly seems like the most suitable candidate. Using a half-crippled Angel as a bargaining chip to gain a step closer to entering the Western Continent is, in the eyes of those existences, a transaction with small investment and large returns."
Aaron chuckled lightly, looking at "Leonard", whose smile had faded, and added in a playful tone:
"It's not that you're unwilling to align with the Seven Deities; you simply don't dare. In this situation, Mr. Pales, have you considered the most pessimistic future for yourself?"
As if struck in a sore spot, or perhaps surprised that Aaron knew so much, Pales remained silent for a long time before his voice finally sounded again:
"Why did you go to such great lengths to find me? What exactly do you want? To hand me over to Amon, or to offer me to the Evernight Goddess?"
Looking at "Leonard", whose body surface showed faint patterns, Aaron shook his head indifferently and said with a smile:
"No need to be so nervous. If I intended to do that, you wouldn't have had the chance to hear me say this."
Then he changed the subject, saying two words in a leisurely tone:
"Sefirah Castle!"
"Leonard"'s eyes clearly changed for a moment. He looked at Aaron with some surprise, and as if he had thought of something, his expression changed repeatedly.
Looking at the changing expression of "Leonard", Aaron, who had initially achieved his goal, did not further provoke this old gentleman. Pales, who was stronger and knew more than Nast, would not side with him based on just a few words.
This matter couldn't be rushed. After all, poaching also requires strategy and method. But Pales still had to pay the life-saving fee and the cost of helping Mobet, his direct descendant, ascend to demigod.
After all, the landlord's family doesn't have much surplus grain left. Every bit of wool should be plucked when possible.
Aaron took out a metal box sealed layer by layer with a Wall of Spirituality from his pocket. He unsealed it, revealing the small worm with 12 transparent rings placed in the very center. Around it were six smaller worms, each with only seven or eight transparent rings.
The Time Worm in the center came from the spoils of destroying Amon's mausoleum back then. The remaining ones came from the demigod of the Jacob family.
Attracted by the familiar fluctuations, Pales, who had recovered his composure, paused on the Time Worm with 12 transparent rings.
Pointing at the seven Time Worms inside the box, Aaron's face once again wore a warm, spring-like smile:
"To rescue Viscount Mobet, I put in a lot of effort. That 'Parasite' Beyonder characteristic was also a token of sincerity for our cooperation."
"As the saying goes, courtesy demands reciprocity."
"If such excellent materials are not used, it would be a great waste. I think these Time Worms, in the hands of an Angel like you, can definitely be made into some powerful talismans."
Looking at Aaron, who hid exploitation and oppression behind his smile, "Leonard"'s face twitched slightly. The Time Worms then turned into faint light and merged into his body.
Aaron, whose smile became even more sincere, nodded in satisfaction and added:
"I might be leaving Tingen soon. It's best to give me these talismans within a week. If you lack certain spiritual materials, feel free to ask."
Saying this, Aaron clicked his tongue, glancing at "Leonard" with some regret, and mumbled softly:
"It's a pity that after Time Worms die, the Beyonder characteristics contained within them inevitably dissipate. That Time Worm from Amon was something I obtained 3 years ago."
"If it were alive, the final talisman might even point towards the domain of time. Tsk, I really want to experience that kind of power!"
3 years ago? Pales was stunned for a moment. If He remembered correctly, this Duke had just been promoted to demigod this spring. Three years ago, He was probably at most a Mid-Sequence.
A Mid-Sequence who dared to actively provoke Amon, a lunatic. With this thought flashing in his mind, Pales looked up and saw Aaron's undisguised fervent gaze. His face couldn't help but twitch again, and he explained in a very helpless tone:
"My current state is also very poor. Making talismans for you is already the limit. It's very difficult to separate out Time Worms again."
"Of course, if you can provide me with High-Sequence Beyonder characteristics from the Marauder pathway, these are not problems."
Aaron, who was politely refused, was not discouraged. As for Pales' nonsense about not being able to separate out Time Worms, he didn't believe it at all, but the fact that the other party was willing to cooperate was already a very good start.
Putting the paper crane back into his pocket, Valna's Historical Void projection also slowly dissipated. Aaron extended his right hand and concluded with a warm smile:
"I think this will be a mutually beneficial cooperation."
"Leonard" showed a stiff smile and shook Aaron's extended hand, echoing:
"I think so too. I will complete your talismans within a week."
Satisfied, he withdrew his hand. Watching the strange patterns on Leonard's body gradually fade, Aaron glanced at the front of the carriage and spoke lightly:
"Aren't you going to say something to him?"
An ancient Fourth Epoch Solomon Empire gold coin appeared on Aaron's palm, and the ancient voice slowly dissipated:
"No need. The fledgling eagle will eventually spread its wings and soar. But I must remind you of one thing: the gathering of High-Sequence Beyonders of the Marauder pathway can easily attract Amon's attention. Take him away as soon as possible."
"After leaving, give this gold coin to Mobet. Inside is a gift I left for him..."
Looking at Leonard, who had returned to normal and was looking bewildered, Aaron put away the gold coin and casually removed the sealing on the carriage. Fauces-Ellen in the corner had also long disappeared.
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The afterglow of the setting sun shone down. Accompanied by groans of pain, Klein crawled up from the cold floor, holding his forehead. Thanks to the hot weather in late June, he hadn't caught a cold.
Subconsciously checking the pocket watch left by his father whom he had never met, he discovered it was already almost 6 PM.
Putting down the pocket watch, Klein, whose head was throbbing as if it would split, couldn't bear it anymore and sat down on a chair. He lowered his head, using his left thumb and middle finger to massage his temples on both sides.
After resting for another ten minutes or so, the aftereffects caused by depleted Spirituality finally eased. During this time, he found four black dots on the back of his right hand, which happened to form a small square.
These four black dots faded from deep to light and quickly disappeared, but Klein knew they were still hidden within his body, waiting to be awakened.
"Four points, a square. Could it correspond to the four corners and four servings of staple food? In the future, I won't need to prepare staple food anymore, I can directly use the steps and incantations?" Klein vaguely formed a guess.
This seemed good, but having more "things" on his body with strange origins and lacking understanding always made him fearful.
As soon as he thought of the honorific name he had chanted in a daze when he first came to this world, Klein's headache, which had just eased, showed signs of returning.
He inevitably linked it in his mind: the inexplicable spells from Earth could actually have an effect here. Then he thought of his strange transmigration in his dream, and the mysterious, illusory world of gray fog, whose meaning was unknown.
Whispers that lingered around during the "ritual", making one close to madness, seemed to echo in his ears again. Klein couldn't help but shiver, shivering in the hot weather of late June.
Uncontrollably, he felt a strong urge to delve into the mysterious domain, learn more, and break through the unknown. He also had the evasive thought of burying his head and pretending nothing had happened.
Grumble! Grumble!
Hunger interrupted Klein's wild thoughts. He sighed, suppressed the emotions in his heart, and took back the rye bread from the four corners.
Although these rye breads were materials for the ritual just now, they seemed to have not changed at all. Given his current situation where his pockets were cleaner than his face, Klein felt it was better to be a bit frugal.
After being busy for a long time, having just finished making stewed lamb with tender peas, and while waiting for his sister Melissa to come home for dinner, all the while pondering the original owner's mysterious suicide and the potential unknown dangers he might face, Klein suddenly heard a series of urgent and forceful knocks on the door.
The knocking echoed in his ears. Klein suddenly sat up straight, subconsciously pulled open the drawer, took out the revolver, and asked with full vigilance:
"Who is it?"
It was quiet outside the door for two seconds. Just as Klein's nerves were taut, a gentle voice sounded:
"Dunn Smith, a police officer. I need to confirm some things with you."
The streetlights that had already lit up outside the window and the somewhat noisy human voices dispelled some of the tension in Klein's heart. He thought that even if he didn't open the door, Melissa, who would be back soon, would meet the people at the door.
Making up his mind, Klein quickly hid the revolver. After tidying his clothes, he quickly approached the door, opening it while mumbling:
"Sorry, I was preparing dinner for my sister just now."
Klein, who raised his head, exchanged glances with the gray-eyed police officer who introduced himself as Dunn Smith, and quickly made an evaluation in his mind:
"A melancholic uncle with a great demeanor, just showing signs of balding."
His gaze swept over the Inspector's shoulder epaulets with three silver hexagrams, and he was quickly attracted by a young man among the visitors. Exchanging glances with those golden eyes, Klein's heart was instantly filled with a palpable sense of majesty.
He very obediently lowered his head. Although he felt instantly backing down was a bit shameful for his status as a transmigrator, this was forced by the situation.
After all, his understanding of this world was still too shallow, and that young man who gave him a slight sense of familiarity was clearly not an ordinary person.
Just as Klein was still pondering the source of that sense of familiarity, Aaron had already entered the room with Leonard, whose expression was a bit stiff. Dunn put away his Inspector's badge and closed the door.
230Chapter 224 Leaving and Hunting
Looking at the door that had closed again, Klein froze for a moment, maintaining a calm expression. He turned around in silence, his pupils suddenly contracting.
He saw the young man with the extraordinary demeanor had already walked to the desk and picked up the "notebook" that looked more like a diary.
Damn it! I forgot to hide it! Klein's heart immediately skipped a beat, and he had an impulse to slap himself.
Aaron glanced back at Klein, whose expression had slightly changed, but didn't stop flipping through the notebook. With a playful smirk, he said:
"As expected of a top student in the history department, your research into these hidden histories is quite thorough."
Dunn, who was standing nearby, first glanced at Leonard, whose expression had been strange all along, before explaining to Klein:
"This is a necessary procedure."
Where's your search warrant? Klein had planned to demand, but then remembered this was no longer his original world. He could only force a dry laugh and explain:
"I'm a student of Senior Associate Professor Quentin at Hoy University. I'm very interested in some history of the Fourth Epoch, so recently I've been interpreting a 'Fourth Epoch' document, a notebook... with my classmates."
Leonard, who had been silent, glanced at Aaron, adjusted his clothes, and interrupted Klein:
"I think the classmates you're referring to are Welch and Naya, right?"
"If so, I'm very sorry to inform you that they both died last night at Mr. Welch's residence."
"Yes, we just came from the scene."
"How could that be?" Although he had a premonition, Klein couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. The memory fragments left by the original owner were incomplete, missing the memory of the day before he committed suicide.
Closing the notebook in his hand, Aaron looked at Klein, who was being questioned, and suddenly spoke:
"This sentence is quite interesting, 'Everyone will die, including me'..."
Isn't it common sense that everyone dies except for deities? Klein was originally prepared to argue, but suddenly thought that he had already planned to contact the police in this world to guard against potential dangers, but lacked a reason or excuse.
In less than a second, he made a decision. Covering his forehead with his hand, he replied with a pained voice:
"I don't know, I really don't know... Since I woke up this morning, I've felt something is off. It's like I've forgotten some things, especially parts of what happened in the past few days. I even don't know why I wrote such a sentence."
Looking at Klein, who was pretending to be foolish, Aaron, having appreciated Mr. Fool's acting, waved his hand indifferently, stopping Leonard who was about to say something. Smelling the fragrance filling the room, he said with a smile:
"That's certainly possible. We'll stop here for today. But do you mind if I stay for dinner?"
"Yes, I'll pay."
What? He believed it just like that? Klein himself was surprised, but he quickly replied:
"Alright, Your Grace, it's my honor."
After the previous brainstorming, he had recalled the source of that feeling of familiarity and recognized the identity of this person.
The engagement more than half a month ago was promoted by several major newspapers in Loen almost for free, and this included a photo of the youngest duke.
Free things are always the most popular. Even academic scholars like the original owner knew about it, let alone the people in Tingen who were funded by the East Balam Charity Foundation.
While savoring the stewed lamb with tender peas personally made by Mr. Fool, Aaron casually spoke:
"An expert will be coming in a couple of days. She should be able to help you recall those lost memories."
The corner of Klein's mouth twitched slightly. He showed a timely expression of joy on his face, and could only comfort himself in his heart that the revolver had not been found.
Glancing at the red moon outside the window, Aaron took out a banknote with a light gray base and dark black patterns and placed it in front of Klein, saying concisely:
"A very novel taste. Consider this my payment for the meal, lucky young man."
Subconsciously taking the banknote, he realized it was a 5 pound note, which was equivalent to Benson's salary for nearly four weeks!
Klein's mouth slightly opened. The portrait on the 5 pound note in his hand, with its narrow eyes and extremely serious expression, now seemed inexplicably familiar and close.
Of course, this feeling of joy only lasted for a few seconds. Realizing something, Klein suddenly turned his head to look at Aaron, who had already reached the door, and asked with some unease:
"What do you mean by 'lucky'?"
Without answering Klein's question, Aaron opened the door directly and saw Melissa, who was a little flustered. The young girl was still in the posture of listening with her ear tilted.
"You, you are His Grace the Duke? The teachers at the foundation often tell us about your deeds. I'm sorry, I, I thought something had happened at home..."
Looking at the young girl who had changed from flustered to excited, Aaron's heart stirred. He tilted his head to look at Klein, who was slightly nervous, and said with a smile:
"Hmm, if you pass the assessment, I can offer you a very good job. This will greatly improve your living conditions."
Saying this, Aaron pointed to the simple room and the dry, hard rye bread.
Klein coughed dryly, and was pushed out of the door by Melissa, whose eyes were shining:
"Thank you for your generosity, Klein. Quickly see His Grace the Duke out."
My dear sister, you...
His lips felt a little bitter. Klein half-willingly and half-reluctantly went downstairs with her, watching His Grace the Duke get into the carriage.
Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the young man walking at the end suddenly patted Klein's shoulder. Klein turned back cautiously and saw the green-eyed police officer with a poetic demeanor. He saw him smile slightly and say:
"Generally speaking, in such incidents, it's normal for all involved parties to die."
"We are very happy and fortunate to see you are still alive."
After speaking, he followed them into the carriage, leaving Klein standing bewildered in the wind.
It's normal for everyone to die? Very happy I'm still alive? Very lucky I'm still alive?
"Klein..."
Pulled back to reality by a familiar voice, Klein saw Melissa running downstairs with an anxious look, clutching the 5 pound note tightly in her hand, and said breathlessly:
"His, His Grace the Duke's money, I, we have to return it to him..."
Looking at his breathless sister, Klein suppressed his previous unease and explained with a mix of laughter and tears:
"No, my dear sister, this is His Grace the Duke's generosity, an acknowledgment of my cooking skills."
At the same time, he thought to himself to relieve the pressure:
"He tipped 5 pounds for one meal. As expected of a great noble, so rich and generous."
"Your cooking skills?" Melissa's face showed surprise. She glanced at the banknote in her hand and the carriage that had disappeared without a trace, and muttered:
"This money can help you get some decent clothes, and you must seize the job opportunity His Grace the Duke offered you. This way, you should be able to get married soon..."
Watching Melissa's topic drift further and further away, Klein interrupted with a mix of laughter and tears, urging her to quickly go upstairs to taste the delicious food. The feeling of unease in his heart also dissipated quite a bit.
Inside the carriage that had already passed several blocks, Dunn glanced at Mr. Favored One, who was resting with his eyes closed, and Leonard, who was silent with his head bowed. He spoke, breaking the strange silence:
"Mr. Favored One, you seemed quite interested in that young man just now?"
Aaron hummed in response, glanced at Leonard, who was secretly observing him, and said in a calm tone:
"After the routine examination, you can recruit him into the Nighthawks team. I believe he will become a very excellent Nighthawk."
"Also, the Backlund diocese will soon send someone to escort Sealed Artifact 2-049. It's a dangerous item that once belonged to the Antigonus family, and this will provide you with subsequent clues."
As his voice drifted, Aaron's figure had become illusory and disappeared, hidden among the colorful, distorted patches of color.
A Grade "2" Sealed Artifact... Dangerous... Use with caution and restraint...
A hint of solemnity flashed in Dunn's gray eyes. He then looked at Leonard, who had let out a long sigh of relief, and asked in a gentle tone:
"Leonard, what's wrong with you today? Did you offend Mr. Favored One this afternoon?"
Glancing guiltily at where Aaron had been, Leonard rubbed his messy hair, coughed dryly, and explained:
"Uh, no, how would I dare? Maybe that lord's aura was too strong, it felt a bit oppressive."
Having dealt with his captain's questioning, Leonard kept shouting in his heart:
"Old man, he's gone. You can speak now, right?"
The ancient voice finally responded at this moment:
"You young people, you have no respect for the elderly. Don't worry, you're fine, and you'll likely be fine in the future too."
"As for other matters, with your current level, you are not yet qualified to know."
"Go to 17 Phel Street later to get something. I need those materials and your cooperation to make some charms. That duke will likely find you within a week to ask for the charms."
Leonard, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, immediately wilted like an eggplant hit by frost.
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In the waters east of Port Enmat, Loen, a ship sailed amidst the rolling waves, gradually moving away from the mainland.
Its sails, flag, and even the sides of the hull were marked with a white skull wearing a single eye patch.
This was the "One-Eyed Skull," belonging to the "Mad Captain" Connors Victor, who had a bounty of 3300 pounds.
The eerie candlelight illuminated the dim captain's cabin. Chunas Korger sat on the sofa, his deep blue, almost black eyes staring at the fawning Connors Victor before him. He said indifferently:
"After this mission is completed, you need to speed up the collection of people. Money is not an issue. If you fail to complete it, you won't want to know what the punishment is."
Connors wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded repeatedly. Suddenly hearing a soul-stirring laugh, he subconsciously turned his head, his eyes immediately widening.
The full-length mirror in the depths of the captain's cabin showed layers of spiderwebs, rippling with waves. A faint, eerie glow emerged, like a door to another world. Along with the laughter, a beautiful lady with black hair and blue eyes, looking pure and exquisite, walked out.
She wore a simple, sacred white robe with high slits on both sides, revealing a pair of flawless, delicate long legs as tender as a young girl's, possessing an indescribable charm.
"Mad Captain" Connors' eyes were bloodshot. He walked out of the captain's cabin muttering incoherently as if possessed. Chunas frowned subtly, took out the "Concerto of Light and Shadow" from his pocket, and said in a low voice:
"May I ask what Her Excellency the Saintess is doing here?"
Staring charmingly at this Deputy Director, "White Saintess" Katarina Pelle didn't care about his gaze at all. Her soul-stirring voice echoed:
"Why use such a distant tone? If you're in a bad mood, I can let you experience ultimate pleasure."
A light laugh followed. Looking at Chunas, whose gaze was still indifferent, Katarina clicked her tongue in boredom. She tucked her hair behind her ear with her right hand and continued in a soft voice:
"This escort went smoothly. The people you sent and the population we Witches have secretly plundered over the past two years have been sent to where they should go."
"Our dear Majesty the King is truly resourceful. A single ironclad unveiling ceremony diverted the attention of all those monsters and demons."
"However, this large-scale disappearance of people should have already attracted the attention of the churches. The ritual in Backlund must be prepared as quickly as possible. I'm almost impatient."
"Disaster and death are the most perfect offerings to the Primordial..."
The slightly crazed voice dissipated. Turbulent but silent black flames suddenly rose on the mirror surface, and Katarina's figure disappeared with them.
Chunas's face was expressionless, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. He raised his palm and distorted space. He wanted to replace the previously bewildered Connors back here.
The Church of the Storms has already started investigating the disappearances. Due to the matter of the East Balam family, the situation in the Southern Continent is somewhat strange now. He still needed to give some instructions to prevent mistakes that could ruin important matters.
Ripples appeared in the air, and the head-bowed "Connors" emerged. Chunas frowned. A hint of shock and anger suddenly flashed in his eyes. He picked up the "Concerto of Light and Shadow" and held it in front of him, while his empty left hand reached forward.
"Connors" instantly turned into minced meat, and a Worm of Time fell to the ground. But Chunas's right hand, which held the "Concerto of Light and Shadow," suddenly paused, as if he had forgotten what to do next.
Mobet's figure quietly appeared on top of Connors' flesh and blood. His right hand instantly turned deep black, and with a smirk, he softly uttered two words:
"Amplify..."
This was the Steal ability obtained as a Pyromaniac at Sequence 6. After he advanced to Demigod, this ability could also steal one of Chunas's abilities for his own use.
The Dream Stealer's ability allowed him to briefly steal the thought Chunas was about to implement, causing him to pause momentarily. Moreover, he used "Amplify" to extend the duration of the control.
A blazing white Gun of No Darkness instantly pierced Chunas's chest, heavily injuring him with a single blow, but also allowing him to break free from Mobet's control.
The pointer of the "Concerto of Light and Shadow" turned. Chunas, who had already secretly become a Sequence 4 "Fallen Count," directly used "Distortion" to forcibly twist his severe injuries, gaining a moment to catch his breath.
Just as he was about to chant the honorific name of the Royal family's Angel, even though they were far from the coast of Loen, the Angel who could respond to prayers worldwide was the only being who could save him now.
A sudden cold sensation emerged in his heart. Chunas was startled to find that he couldn't speak. He lost control of his body for a moment. His eyes subconsciously glanced somewhere, and he saw Aaron with a mocking smile on his face.
Chapter 225 Bernadette's Transaction
An expression of disbelief appeared on his stiff face, a chilling sensation permeated his entire body, yet he couldn't utter a single word. Qunas struggled to turn his eyes towards the full-length mirror in the depths of the room.
If the "White Saintess" Catalina, who had just left, sensed the anomaly here, he might have a slim chance of survival.
But what plunged him into complete despair was that a person was standing in front of the full-length mirror, which still bore traces of spider silk entanglement. The aura emanating from them made Qunas feel as if he had fallen into an abyss.
He had only sensed a similar aura the last time he had an audience with Prince Sunia; that represented at least a Sequence 3!
Faos-Ellen's palm lightly touched the mirror surface, causing dense black patterns to ripple outwards, before he coldly turned his head to look at Qunas, who was being forcibly controlled by Astolfo, who had already recovered to the Sequence 3 "Silent Disciple".
The corners of his mouth curved into a cold arc, and he lightly swung his hand like a blade. Under the distorted influence, Qunas's right arm, holding the "Concerto of Light and Shadow", was severed at the root.
Unable to even let out a scream, Qunas heard the last words of his life:
"Augustus family's lackey, consider this a small interest payment..."
Among the four demigods participating in the hunt, there were even two Sequence 3s. With ample preparation, the outcome was already decided.
The only deviation might have been the unexpected appearance of the "White Saintess" midway, as Arrodes could at most help locate positions, not predict the future.
Fortunately, everything went smoothly. Aaron watched Astolfo quickly extracting Qunas's Beyonder characteristic, thought for a moment, and slowly spoke:
"Your state has likely reached its limit in recovery. To go further, you can only return to your main body."
"But you also know that the body you left in the Spirit World not only contains pollution but is also constantly monitored by Sciah. In the current situation, at least the East Tack family cannot make another move."
"If all goes well, I should be able to find other helpers, but that will also take time."
Astolfo nodded silently. His body, which was more abstract in meaning, could only be seen by activating Spirit Vision. He handed the extracted Beyonder characteristic from Qunas to Aaron.
It was a deep black crystal, giving an intuitive sense of power and eeriness. The dark gold patterns covering it seemed to follow normal rules, yet were full of contradictory meanings, as if a large amount of madness and chaos were hidden within.
As the East Tack family, who also held the Black Emperor pathway, this Sequence 4 "Fallen Count" Beyonder characteristic could be utilized to its fullest extent.
However, these sealed artifacts held by Qunas couldn't see the light of day, at least not recently. Thinking this, Aaron took the Beyonder characteristic and also picked up the "Concerto of Light and Shadow" which had fallen to the ground.
Qunas's withered corpse suddenly turned into ashes. Watching Faos-Ellen venting his anger by reducing the body to dust, Aaron patted his shoulder and comforted him:
"This is just the horn of our revenge. I will make those traitors pay the price, and that time is not far off."
Faos-Ellen, who had fully experienced the Fourth Epoch and knew the peculiarities of the Black Emperor pathway, had already learned of George III's ambition under Aaron's hint, but he still nodded firmly.
Worms of Time gathered from various corners, forming Morbet's figure. Looking at the two figures behind Mr. Attendant that continuously stimulated his spiritual perception, he couldn't help but secretly click his tongue, not daring to delay, and quickly gestured a completed sign.
Aaron nodded slightly, his spirituality stirred. The sub-consciousness located within the Kingdom of Disorder instantly accommodated the Black Emperor card, mobilizing some of the dark gold mist's power to activate the "Staff of Chasing the Sun".
Golden flames immediately enveloped the "One-Eyed Skeleton", burning away the traces left by Aaron and his group, but without igniting the ship. After using the Sephirot's status to interfere with subsequent divinations, the four demigods disappeared from the ship, which no longer contained any living beings.
After a quarter of an hour, the figure of the "White Saintess" Catalina appeared in the cracked mirror, but this was merely a mirror image clone.
She had sensed it after the "One-Eyed Skeleton" was attacked, but the distortion caused by Faos-Ellen had disrupted her travel within the mirror world, and she only arrived after the battle ended.
"'Frenzied Mage'... Which old friend made a move? Could it be those guys from Castiya?"
The seductive smile from before was long gone from her face. Her dark eyes reflected the pirate corpses hanging from the mast. As the mirror completely shattered, her figure also disappeared.
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Backlund region, hills northwest of the city.
Simple ritual symbols were drawn on the open ground. A scar-faced man wearing damaged pirate clothing chanted in a calm voice:
"The Holy Spirit who pursues knowledge;"
"The lighthouse of the mysterious world;"
"The eye that gazes upon destiny;"
"The king above the sea;"
"Holy Bernadette Gustav."
After he finished chanting, a Worm of Time detached from his body and merged into Morbet's body. The sole survivor of the "One-Eyed Skeleton", freed from the parasitic state, rapidly withered as if his life had been stolen.
The starlight on the Black Emperor card in Aaron's palm flickered, and he immediately sensed a gaze prying upon him, yet he felt no tension. Having been promoted to a demigod and gaining further control over the Kingdom of Disorder, he had this confidence, and moreover, he wasn't alone.
Faos-Ellen raised his right hand, and his eyes instantly turned dark. As the void above the altar twisted and writhed, pea vines hung down from the sky. Bernadette's figure appeared, her gaze fixed intently on Aaron, and she spoke in an ethereal voice:
"It's actually you. As expected of an angel family that has endured to this day, your foundation is truly profound. I finally get to meet you today. May I ask what the Duke's business is?"
Ignoring the blatant stare, Aaron traced his fingertip over the Black Emperor card and responded calmly:
"I am also honored to be able to conduct a transaction with the 'Queen of Mysteries' renowned throughout the seas."
Bernadette's gaze instantly turned sharp. Suppressing her impatience, she asked in a deep voice:
"Transaction?"
Aaron, who clearly knew what the lady was thinking, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and he said calmly:
"You also know that the advancement ritual for Sequence 2 'Sage' is to prevent a disaster involving high-level power. While a Master of Prophecy can give you some enlightenment, prophecies involving one's own advancement become extremely vague. I'm sure I don't need to say more about this."
"I have a way for you to successfully advance to 'Sage' within half a year!"
Bernadette, who was somewhat disappointed, did not show it. Her eyes calmly questioned:
"Then what is the price? And I also predicted that such an opportunity would appear in Backlund, so I made arrangements here years in advance, but my predicted time is the second half of next year."
The second half of next year, isn't that when George is trying to advance... Aaron suppressed his thoughts and responded with a smile:
"This is easy to solve. If I successfully help you advance to 'Sage', the price you need to pay is that after you become an angel, you will make a move for me, and nothing more."
Seeing Bernadette agree, Aaron took out the "Arcane Master" Beyonder characteristic originating from Butis, which he had already sacrificed down. Pointing to the crystal ball formed by countless worms hugging together, he continued:
"I recently acquired a Beyonder characteristic. I want to craft it into a magical item and preserve the corresponding Beyonder abilities to the greatest extent possible. You can state your conditions."
Bernadette had already understood what this guy meant. This was clearly not something an ordinary craftsman could accomplish, but it was not difficult for Bonova, an angel of the Church of Steam and Machinery.
A pea vine extended and wrapped around the Beyonder characteristic, retracting it. Bernadette's blue and profound eyes flickered with complex emotions, and she asked softly:
"I want to know if my father, Roselle Gustav, is still alive?"
"That is my condition."
Looking at Bernadette, whose eyes held complex emotions, Aaron hesitated for a moment and replied briefly:
"He has not completely fallen."
She repeated the sentence softly. Bernadette did not continue to ask, and put away the Beyonder characteristic. She asked in a calm tone:
"After this magical item is made, how should I give it to you?"
"Just give it to Frank." Aaron did not dwell on this topic for long, and he believed Bernadette understood his meaning.
Finally, he tentatively asked:
"I would like to exchange for an item in your possession that can temporarily restore a certain amount of power during the weak period. Beyonder characteristics or potion formulas are all acceptable for trade."
She took a deep look at the mysterious Duke, without asking how the other party knew she had this item. Bernadette slowly shook her head. Just as Aaron thought he had been rejected, she added:
"Were the things he did in his later years influenced by external, unnecessary factors?"
"I don't need those things. I just want to know the truth, even if it's only a part."
Aaron, who clearly knew who "He" referred to, felt a little emotional, but he wouldn't give up on his plan to get something for free. He pretended to ponder for a while and said in a low voice:
"It wasn't influence, it was pollution, pollution that is difficult for the person themselves to detect."
"At your level, you should more or less know that there is pollution from the cosmos."
Morbet, who was listening to the secrets intently beside them, felt an inexplicable and uncontrollable sense of panic when he heard "cosmos", and his face subtly changed.
Bernadette's eyes, however, immediately brightened a little, as if the resentment that had accumulated in her heart for many years had dissipated. She did not press further, seemingly knowing that the Duke opposite also didn't know more specific details, and knowing that only angels could detect and resist that kind of pollution.
Gently nodding, her figure suddenly became transparent, turning into a pile of bubbles. A staff inlaid with numerous elongated transparent gems emerged from the bubbles.
Its surface was engraved with complex, mysterious, three-dimensional, and difficult-to-depict symbolic patterns and magical markings.
The bubbles scattered and flew away, vanishing in an instant. The dark green pea vines also retracted, disappearing into the night.
Looking at the symbolic patterns where the "Eyeless Eye" and "Twisted Lines" were mixed and intertwined, Aaron nodded with satisfaction. For him, the most valuable part of this single-use item was the symbols engraved on it.
Within the Kingdom of Disorder, with the enhancement of his status and abilities, he could completely replicate the symbolic patterns and magical markings on it.
The "Worm of Spirit" of an "Ancient Scholar" was itself the most suitable material for carrying power. A Sequence 3 demigod could already respond to prayers and descend power within a certain range.
After putting away the item, Aaron thought about finding time to let Cavendish-Lancer try making a "Yesterday's Recurrence" charm. After clearing the traces, he looked at Morbet, whose expression was a little strange, and flicked the Solomon gold coin to him, saying with a smile:
"This is a gift from your old man. Don't go to Tingen recently. Take a break and you can prepare to go to the Feysac Empire."
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June 30, 1349, Saturday. Klein lay on the bed with somewhat empty eyes, looking at the eerie crimson moon outside the window, his mind filled with chaotic thoughts.
Having experienced "dream divination" and "spirit channeling", he had truly seen a corner of the Beyonder world, but he had also successfully passed the assessment and obtained the job—an employee of a security company.
Although it didn't sound as prestigious as a Tingen University lecturer, the pay was high. Carrying a large sum of 17 pounds, Klein always felt as if he was being watched when walking on the road.
This wasn't his imagination, because he had just cooperated with Dunn to kill an intruder from the "Hermit Order" and also learned the culprit behind his original body's bizarre suicide—the "Antigonus Family's Notebook".
Klein sat up from the bed, feeling a bit agitated. This state of mind wasn't just because of the attack he suffered tonight, but also because of the diary of Emperor Roselle he saw yesterday.
Even this senior transmigrator who had become a great figure couldn't find his way home, let alone him, an ordinary person trapped in this predicament. The shattering of hope and the troubles of reality made it impossible for him to calm down.
Having decided to become a Beyonder, Klein stared at the four black dots forming a small square that appeared on the back of his right hand with his thoughts.
Just as he was hesitating whether to enter the boundless gray fog space again to study it carefully, a burst of dark gold light suddenly erupted before his eyes.
This light was like flowing water, instantly engulfing Klein and also drowning out the activated crimson light.
When Klein's consciousness initially recovered, he only felt an intense stinging pain on the back of his right hand. The previously clear pattern had become blurred. Before he could think of the reason, he found himself standing in a magnificent palace supported by huge stone pillars.
In the deepest part of the grand palace was a throne carved with mysterious patterns, located on a nine-tiered stone staircase, and on the throne sat a blurry figure shrouded in dense dark gold mist.
Klein, who had already seen such a magnificent creation in his own gray fog world, did not panic. Even though he was extremely panicked inside, he still tried his best to maintain calmness and said with a trembling voice:
"Great existence, may I ask where this place is?"
When he asked this question, he already had the answer in his heart. His intuition told him that this might be the existence pointed to by the honorific name he had chanted earlier.
He couldn't help but chuckle bitterly in his heart. As expected, if you pretend to be someone, you'll meet the real one sooner or later. He had just acted as a great existence once, and this time he actually encountered one.
He glanced at the strange stone chairs around him from the corner of his eye. The feeling of order and chaos mixed together instantly permeated his heart. This was completely different from the gray fog space he had entered.
Looking at the nervous Klein below, Aaron, whose body was obscured by the dark gold mist, showed a strange smile on his face but did not speak. With a slight movement of his spirituality, a beam of light appeared out of thin air and merged into Klein's body.
232Chapter 226 Klein Joins the Club for the First Time
Klein's body trembled slightly, feeling the sudden influx of information in his mind. His eyes widened abruptly, realizing that the hidden existence before him was indeed the one he had pointed to when chanting the honorific name.
Looking at the somewhat flustered Klein, Aaron's majestic voice echoed within the empty palace:
"An interesting human. I sense a familiar aura on you. The harbinger of the apocalypse is becoming increasingly clear."
A familiar aura? The mysterious gray fog space involuntarily appeared in Klein's mind, and his heart instantly leaped into his throat. Just as he was still wondering about the meaning of "harbinger of the apocalypse," he heard the ethereal and majestic voice again:
"There are others similar to you here. I have established a regular gathering for them, and I am the witness."
After a period of calming down, Klein realized that this hidden existence didn't seem to be like the evil gods described in the records and ancient texts. Perhaps it was just the calm before the storm, but at this moment, he had no other choice.
A smile appeared on his stiff face, and Klein said respectfully, "Great Lord of Order, I would like to apply to join that gathering."
"You may, but you cannot reveal it to others without my permission."
"Alright!" Klein replied without hesitation, thinking that he needed to report to the Nighthawks immediately upon returning, no, even tonight. This world was too dangerous.
Just as Klein thought he would return to his room, he found himself suddenly sitting on a stone chair. Other figures distorted and appeared on the surrounding stone chairs.
The gathering is starting now? But I haven't prepared anything yet? Klein was instantly dumbfounded and could only remain silent, cautiously observing this hidden gathering, while comforting himself inwardly:
"This is also a great learning opportunity. I hope they can talk about more hidden knowledge. Maybe I can use it in the next Tarot Club..."
While Klein was thinking, the other members were also secretly observing the new member who still looked like an ordinary person, wondering why he had been chosen.
Frank, however, didn't have so many thoughts. He was very excited at the moment and didn't pay attention to the newly appeared Klein. He said with enthusiasm:
"Mr. Favored One, thank you for your help and ideas. I have successfully developed mushrooms that can grow and reproduce by devouring flesh and blood in dark environments."
Speaking of this, he scratched his head sheepishly and added:
"There are also many drawbacks. If the activity is not eliminated, no matter what those mushrooms turn into, they will actively absorb the surrounding flesh and blood, including human organs."
"Most importantly, they cannot distinguish between normal flesh and blood and monster flesh and blood, nor can they effectively process the latter, accumulating corresponding toxicity or madness."
"This is not a perfect experiment, but I have used all possible methods. I do not believe my direction is wrong; therefore, it is my Sequence that limits my abilities."
"I have thought it through. I want to advance to Sequence 5 'Druid.' Now I only need a main material: the 'Root Crystal of the Tree of Life.'"
"The Captain said this material is monopolized by the Mother Goddess Church and can only appear on some ancient hidden islands. Mr. Favored One, do you have any leads?"
An otherworldly version of a mad scientist? Klein looked strangely at the fanatical Frank, secretly wondering if this guy was a member of the Mother Goddess Church.
After all, "Mother Goddess Church" was usually the respectful term used by the Feysac people who believed in the Earth Mother. Non-believers either used the full name or referred to it as the "Earth Church." As a top student from Tingen University, Klein knew this basic knowledge.
Klein secretly noted down the things that might be hidden knowledge, such as the Captain mentioned by the other party and "Sequence 5 Druid." The grand and majestic voice echoed in his ears:
"You have done well. I will request a material from the Mother Goddess Church. I hope you do not disappoint my expectations."
Aaron, disguised as the Favored One and controlling a sub-consciousness to make the promise, nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the increasingly excited Frank and the other moved members.
Seeing that Frank was no longer speaking, Louise looked around and said calmly:
"Help me keep an eye out for the recent whereabouts of the 'King of the Blood Moon.' I am willing to pay 200 pounds for any useful information."
How much? Klein's face, shrouded in the dark golden mist, twitched. 200 pounds for providing a piece of information? That's equivalent to more than a year's salary for him?
Secretly noting down "King of the Blood Moon" in his heart, Klein wasn't really coveting the 200 pounds; he was just curious about the identity of someone whose information was worth so much money.
While he was lost in thought, Syd Watson stood up and bowed towards the illusory figure on the throne:
"Recently, a prominent figure seems to have appeared in the Slumber Faction of the Spirit Lodge. There have been several conflicts with the Royal Faction, but due to the presence of the Church of the Eternal Sun, these conflicts have not escalated."
"But I have received information that the prominent figure in the Slumber Faction is preparing to support a group of low-to-mid Sequence Beyonders to go to a certain secret place to advance, and I am one of them."
"I hope to conceal the aura of having become a 'Necromancer.' I am willing to sacrifice 500 pounds to obtain your protection."
Klein's heart couldn't help but twitch. Recalling his empty wallet, he dismissed that unrealistic idea. He also felt that the title "Necromancer" sounded somewhat familiar. After a few seconds, he realized that the Lady Daly who had performed the spiritual mediumship for him was a "Necromancer."
Rubbing his forehead with a slight headache, the information he received tonight truly exceeded his expectations. However, he didn't forget his own encounter. After hesitating for a moment, he spoke up when no one was talking:
"I would like to know information about the 'Antigonus family notebook.' Uh, if the information is useful enough, I am willing to provide assistance once afterward, free of charge."
His words became increasingly lacking in confidence, but unfortunately, his pockets were cleaner than his face right now. Others were talking about hundreds of pounds, while his 17 pounds were not even enough to fill a tooth gap.
He could only shamelessly overdraft the future, using a promise to prepay for the reward. To Klein's surprise, this seemingly unreliable trade condition was actually accepted by someone.
Aaron leaned back in his chair, chuckled softly, and slowly said:
"That notebook originated from the Antigonus family in the Fourth Epoch. They were great nobles who mastered the Diviner pathway. After being destroyed by the Church of the Evernight, it fell into the hands of the Church of Steam and Machinery, and was later given by Roselle to the current leader of the Hermits of Fate, Zaratul."
"Hmm, He is an Angel."
"That notebook covers the trivial matters of the Antigonus family, including secret transactions with members of the Tudor family, the situation in the Kingdom of Night, and..."
Speaking of this, he paused and added with a playful tone:
"The complete potion formulas for the entire Diviner Sequence."
"It will secretly drive others to send themselves into the hands of the Antigonus family's descendants, while also affecting those who read its contents, causing them to commit bizarre suicide."
Klein's hand trembled, but he forced himself to speak calmly:
"Thank you for your explanation. That is very useful information. I will remember my promise."
Now he understood the real reason for his predecessor's suicide. He felt a bit bitter in his heart, not to mention that he had also provoked the Hermits of Fate. At this moment, the familiar voice drifted by his ear again:
"I also sell various charms. The price is affordable and the power is strong. They can be said to be essential items for self-defense."
Listening to the voice that was like a devil's temptation, the corner of Klein's mouth twitched, but he still reluctantly chose to purchase it.
The meeting quickly came to an end. Klein somewhat clumsily followed the other members in standing up and bowing. His consciousness was in a daze for a moment before returning to the real world.
In the somewhat dim room, using blood to replace some of the missing spiritual materials, Klein watched as the 10 pounds placed in the center of the altar were sucked into the deep, illusory door. A silver charm flashing with electric arcs appeared.
Ignoring the pain in his wallet, Klein quickly placed the charm close to his body. This was the strongest single-target attack charm he could afford at the moment.
Feeling the faint tingling sensation coming from his chest, his heart finally settled down a bit. After experiencing tonight's Chaos Council, he now had an intense desire to become a Beyonder.
"Tomorrow, after helping Benson and Melissa move, I'll find the Captain. Perhaps being a Diviner is truly my destiny..."
Klein cleaned up the traces and sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the crimson moonlight. The Captain's previous explanation had given him various concerns:
The lack of Sequences afterward, the various instances of Beyonders losing control, the credibility of Emperor Roselle's diary, and the illusory whispers that drove people mad and led them astray, all mixed together to form a swamp hindering his progress.
However, after learning the information about the "Antigonus family notebook," that sense of destiny finally prompted him to make a decision.
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