Deep into the night, layers of clouds obscured the moon. The Baekeland Bridge was shrouded in darkness.
Klein had just teleported to this place. Before he had the time to look around, he saw green pea vines falling from the sky and covering the area like a storm.
They intertwined and quickly formed a forest. Layer upon layer, it was impossible to see the top.
Klein released his right hand from his top hat and walked up the path formed by the vines with familiarity.
Before long, he saw a natural swing formed by green plants. He also saw Queen Mystic Bernadette standing beside the swing.
The eldest daughter of Rosell The Great had long chestnut-colored hair. She wore a lady's blouse with a lace flower bow tie, a gray skirt that went down to her knees, a pair of leather boots, and a bonnet with a fine checkered black veil.
"You've grown much faster than I expected." Bernadette's blue eyes, which were hidden behind the black gauze, reflected German Sparrow's figure.
Klein replied without any change in his expression.
"Praise be to Mr. Fool."
As he said this, he complained in his heart, "That's right.
This was what it meant to strive for self-improvement. It was better to rely on oneself than on others!
Queen Mystic nodded slightly as she said with a gentle but emotionless voice, "That's right.
"I know why you want to see me."
Without waiting for Klein to speak, she turned her head slightly and looked at the vine swing beside her. She spoke in a tone that was as calm as a lake with countless undercurrents hidden within.
"I feel that he hasn't truly died."
In other words, you think that Rosell The Great is not completely dead? Is he still alive somewhere in this World and has a chance to return? Klein didn't expect to hear such straightforward and explosive words at the beginning. Although he controlled his expression well, he didn't know how to respond.
At the same time, he noticed that Bernadette had used the word "he" instead of "He" to describe Rosell The Great. Be it the ancient Feysac they were conversing in, or the daily Rouen or Intis language, they were two completely different words.
This means that in Queen Mystic's heart, Rosell The Great isn't an angel but a father … Klein calmed his emotions and deliberated.
"Why do I have such a feeling?"
Bernadette retracted her gaze from the vine swing and said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry.
"In the final stages of his life, although he was very crazy and radical, there was not a single thing that he did not plan. I believe that he must have made some preparations for himself.
"You should know that in his later years, he attempted to cross paths and attain the vacant Black Emperor divine throne. And this required the construction of nine secret pyramid-like mausoleums.
"After he died in the White Maple Palace, the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun and the Church of Steam teamed up to find eight such mausoleums and destroyed them one by one. However, the ninth mausoleum was never found. No one knew where it was hidden.
"If he had already become the Black Emperor, he would definitely be able to awaken from this mausoleum. If he failed, I believe that there might be a chance of resurrection …"
The more Bernadette spoke, the softer she became. Towards the end, her voice was ethereal and indiscernible.
You aren't that confident either … It's more of a sense of anticipation and hope … Klein sighed when he heard that.
Suddenly, he recalled what the King of the Five Seas, Nast, had said:
Rosell The Great liked to stand in front of a particular row of floor-to-ceiling windows and look west.
And from Rosell's diary, Klein knew that in the Fog Sea west of Intis, "He" had discovered the entrance to the Abyss and found a primitive island. "He" believed that it was filled with oddities and worth exploring.
Could it be that … Rosell The Great built his final secret mausoleum in the Abyss or on that primitive island? Klein thought for a moment before curling the corners of his lips.
"You seem to know a lot about the Black Emperor pathway."
He suspected that Rosell The Great had left a Black Emperor card as a bookmark and used Bernadette's ancient Feysac name as the activation incantation partly because he wanted to inform his daughter of the corresponding ritual. In the end, Bernadette seemed to have obtained this information through other means.
Queen Mystic's lips, which weren't covered by her veil, curled up slightly.
"I've been investigating this matter for more than a hundred years. And in order to figure out the details, I've been instilled with the knowledge of the Hidden Sage.
"I can tell that you, as well as Mr. Fool backing you, have a deep understanding of this matter … I've always been curious. Why are you so interested in his matters?"
From the looks of the current situation, in terms of seniority, you have to call me uncle … The Emperor and I might very well be "roommates" who have been hanging out together for years … Klein lampooned to ease his gloomy emotions as he replied in an unperturbed tone, "That's right.
"You can raise this question to Mr. Fool."
He didn't plan on telling Bernadette that the ninth secret mausoleum might very well be somewhere in the Fog Sea. It might very well be on that primitive island or the Abyss. It was better and more appropriate for The Fool to answer.
Queen Mystic wasn't surprised by German Sparrow's response. She cast her gaze to the west, to a distant spot.
Although he couldn't see Bernadette's eyes, Klein could vaguely sense that the lady was looking at the place where she lived when she was young. She was looking at the home of her mind and soul, the hometown that she could no longer return to.
At this moment, in the green vines and the deep black, many subtle emotions and dreams hidden in the bottom of the heart were slowly fermenting.
In just a few seconds, Queen Mystic retracted her gaze and gently said, "I'm not sure.
"When my business in Baekeland is done, I will pass a few pages of the diary to Cattleya and have her ask this question on my behalf."
"Why not ask him next week?" Klein didn't hide his doubts.
Bernadette calmly replied,
"I feel that the answer will affect my mood, and a bad mood will lead to my failure."
Bad mood will lead to failure? What kind of matter was so strict? Fighting with a demigod in the spirit domain? Perhaps, after she untangled part of the knot in her heart, she had the confidence to break through to the angel level? Klein nodded thoughtfully and didn't ask further.
This had already involved the other party's secrets. Unless it was absolutely necessary, it was best not to ask.
Queen Mystic then said, "Don't worry.
"When he was writing those pages, I was sitting opposite him. I wanted him to teach me how to interpret and describe those symbols, but he didn't agree. He just ruffled my hair. At that time, I was already an adult …
"I could tell that when he wrote that diary page, he was somewhat worried, troubled, and fearful. In the end, he even said to me that if I could really become an important figure in the mysterious World as predicted by Zaratul, I had to remember to be careful of the Spectator."
Be careful of the Spectator … Klein couldn't help but repeat Rosell's warning inwardly.
He believed that the Emperor wouldn't be referring to all the Beyonders of the Spectator pathway. He was definitely referring to a particular special existence, something special, or both.
Rosell The Great is a member of that ancient secret organization … The founder and leader of that ancient secret organization is … Klein's eyelids twitched as he didn't dare to continue thinking, afraid that a particular existence could hear his thoughts.
"Perhaps that diary page has a detailed explanation." He nodded, hoping to see that diary page as soon as possible.
"I know." Bernadette nodded.
She didn't continue the topic and fell silent for two seconds.
"I'll thank Mr. Fool and you on behalf of Cattleya. To be able to obtain the blood of a Snake of Fate will be of great help to her future path.
Although the Mythical Creature blood of any pathway can be used during the advancement ritual of a Mysticologist, the best choice is still the Fate pathway. This will make it much easier for her to advance to Sequence 3.
"Why?" Klein asked with the mentality of learning.
In any case, it was impossible for a Blessed to know everything. Not even a True God could do that!
Bernadette's gaze was a little empty.
"In other words, 'prying into the secrets of fate' is' prophecy. 'The Sequence 3 name of a Mystery Pryer is Clairvoyant. This is also the reason why I'm in Baekeland."
Because of a prophecy? Klein had some guesses as he spoke in enlightenment.
"Many pathways seem to have the ability to predict."
The corners of Queen Mystic's mouth curled up slightly as she sighed.
"In ancient times, many Beyonder creatures thought that by gathering the same abilities together, they could undergo a qualitative change and achieve a breakthrough. In the end, all of them went mad and lost control. Only when the first Blasphemy Slate was born did all living beings understand that balance, the balance of walking on the edge of a cliff, is the key to the path of the Beyonder. "
Therefore, the abilities of a domain will be scattered across many pathways, with the main pathway concentrating most of them while the other pathways split the remaining portions? Hmm, a negative example is the King of the North, Ulyssan, from Rosell's Travels … Klein fell into deep thought and didn't press further.
After a while, Queen Mystic Bernadette broke the silence.
"If there's nothing else, let's call it a day."
Klein thought for a moment and said, "Alright.
If there's anything you need help with, you can look for me through Admiral of Stars. "
Bernadette nodded slightly as her figure suddenly turned transparent, turning into a pile of bubbles.
The bubbles scattered and dissipated in an instant. The bluish-black pea vine shrank and disappeared into the night.
Klein seemed to be supported by an invisible hand as he gently landed on Baekeland Bridge.
He reached out to press down on the top hat on his head and surveyed his surroundings. There were many houses on both sides of the river, emitting faint yellow lights. Amidst the gushing river and the dark night, it appeared serene, quiet, warm, and peaceful.
I hope all of this won't be destroyed … Klein sighed as his figure quickly turned transparent and faded away.
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