The boundless gray fog began to boil as the ancient and majestic palace burned everywhere.
The blazing flames condensed into a ball, as though a bright white Sun had risen in this mysterious space.
The howling hurricane overturned the long mottled table and snapped the thick stone pillars, causing half of the palace to collapse.
Sitting in The Fool's seat, Klein's head was first boiling before many holes appeared. Charred maggots crawled out from the fractured surface.
He didn't die. He even calmly extended his right palm and tapped the armrest of the high-back chair.
The mysterious space above the gray fog began to tremble. Layers of power surged out, calming the hurricane and extinguishing the flames, causing the blazing white Sun to rapidly dissipate inch by inch.
The thick stone pillars stood erect once again, and the long mottled table returned to its original state. The magnificent and holy palace seemed to have never collapsed or been damaged.
Klein's head instantly recovered, and the maggots that had drilled out lost their charred black color and returned to being transparent before crawling back.
It's indeed stronger than the Dragon of Imagination Ankewelt … As Klein muttered to himself, his expression couldn't help but warp. He couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his forehead. It hurts … The pain is clearly stronger …
As he muttered, he tapped the edge of the long mottled table, causing the mysterious space above the gray fog to tremble again.
Amidst the tremors, a pitch-black shadow suddenly appeared on the ground of the palace.
The shadow twisted and struggled, but it was eventually swept clean by the gray fog's power, leaving nothing behind.
After nearly a minute, Klein finally calmed down and recalled the scene he had just seen.
That should be the ancient Sun God, the City of Silver's Creator, Amon and Adam's father …
From the cross accessory "He" wore and the words "Let there be light," "He" is most likely the first transmigrator. Perhaps he's a European or American, and he might even have a Church background …
"He" uses a language that can stir the powers of nature. It's similar to Jotun, but also different. Furthermore, it's not Elvish, Dragonese, or ancient Hermes … Yes, it's similar to the ancient Feysac of the Northern Continent and the Dutanese of the Southern Continent. Even though I haven't grasped this language, I can barely understand what "He" is saying … This is the language "He" grasped in that strange grayish-white building?
"He transmigrated there and inherited a rich inheritance?
"The second scene is the scene of 'Him' being betrayed and being eaten by the three Archangel Kings of White, Wisdom, and Wind?
"For a god who claims to be the Creator, the physical pain and distortion would probably only appear in such a state …
Yes, the divine blood that 'She' dripped before 'Her' death fused with the silver cross, changing the latter's form, making it a Sealed Artifact of a rather high level.
From the looks of it, this Unshadowed Crucifix has either been obtained by one of the three Archangel Kings of White, Wisdom, and Wind, or it has fallen into the hands of Amon or Adam. To "Them," this is an important relic of "Their" father.
The former possibility isn't too high. The positive and negative effects of this crucifix are very useful. Furthermore, its origins are a secret that has to be concealed. No one would give it to the Augustus family … From the looks of it, it was really arranged by Adam?
Why did "He" naturally and reasonably give the Unshadowed Crucifix to Miss Magicians or Miss Judgment?
Through certain observations, "He" has discovered that the two ladies believe in The Fool?
This crucifix is for The Fool who doesn't belong to this era?
"He" wants to know where "His" father, who similarly doesn't belong to that era, came from. But the problem is, how does "He" plan on raising the question, and how does "He" obtain the answer?
That City of Silver Creator's level is really very high. "He" actually sensed my "prying" across a long period of history. "He" cast "His" gaze above the gray fog, onto this mysterious space. Furthermore, apart from the destruction on the surface, there's also the corrosion in the dark, producing a strange shadow. "He" nearly lurked here …
Does this mean that after grasping the authority of multiple domains, a deity's level will also undergo a qualitative change?
"What does this whisper mean by 'mysterious'? Is it referring to me, or the original owner of this mysterious space?
Questions flashed through Klein's mind, making him have many guesses, but he was unable to obtain a final answer.
Due to his fear of Adam, he felt that it was better for the Unshadowed Crucifix to be shattered by the City of Silver's god-level Sealed Artifact and reassembled into a pure Beyonder characteristic.
Reining in his thoughts and suppressing the questions in his mind, Klein conjured a new pen and paper and wrote down the knowledge he had gained from looking straight at the City of Silver Creator.
"Sequence 4: Unshadowed
"Main ingredients: One drop of Sun's divine blood, or three tail feathers of an adult Sun divine bird, and one piece of Holy Radiance Stone.
"Supplementary ingredients: 60 milliliters of Sun divine bird's blood, 30 milliliters of Holy Radiance Stone accompanying liquid, 7 drops of Mutated Fingered Citron juice, 10 grams of Heart of Magma powder.
"Ritual: Extract the strongest and most unwilling to give up emotions, then consume the potion and inject these emotions in the process."
"Sequence 3: Justice Mentor …
"Sequence 4: Black Knight …
"Sequence 3: Three Chiefs Templar …
After doing this, Klein picked up the bronze-green crucifix again and examined it with a solemn expression.
Then, he threw the Unshadowed Crucifix into the junk pile and used the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog to suppress it. He didn't want the paper figurines he cut to begin praising the Sun the next time he came.
…
In front of an ordinary house in Cherwood Borough.
The mailman on a bicycle braked and stopped at the door.
He then parked the bicycle, took out a letter from the bag in the backseat, and glanced at the address to see if it was correct.
"It's here … For Xio …" The mailman quickly walked to the mailbox and threw the letter in his hand. Then, without any delay, he got back on the bicycle and pedaled away.
After a while, a layer of pitch-black flames suddenly rose from the mailbox.
The flame burned quietly and quickly disappeared.
…
Empress Borough, in the Hall family's luxurious villa.
Audrey, who had just returned to the hall after leading Susie for a stroll in the garden, saw her father, Earl Of Hall, enter. As he took off his hat and scarf and handed them to his valet, he frowned slightly, seemingly in deep thought.
"Dad, did something happen?" Audrey asked in concern.
This was the most basic observation. There was no need for her to hide anything.
Earl Of Hall restrained his troubled expression and smiled.
"It's nothing too important. I just didn't expect Hvin Rambis to be a member of a cult."
"He's a member of a cult?" Audrey appropriately expressed her surprise.
She knew that Hvin Rambis was indeed a high-ranking member of the secret organization Psychological Alchemy, but she didn't understand how this matter had suddenly been exposed.
Earl Of Hall nodded solemnly.
"Yes, he's wanted by the three Churches. I'm not sure which cult he's involved in. "
"… Has he been caught?" Audrey's eyes darted around slightly as she asked "curiously."
"No, he disappeared before he was wanted." Earl Of Hall sighed. "It's really hard to imagine that he's a cult member. He has an excellent demeanor and is very knowledgeable. His views on all aspects are rational and pertinent, and he's filled with wisdom."
That's just a side he wants you to see … Audrey mumbled inwardly. Then, as usual, she entered the small prayer room at home before dinner. She faced the Sacred Emblem of the Evernight Goddess and assumed a praying posture.
But what she murmured was this:
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era …"
After chanting the honorific name, Audrey reported concisely:
"Hvin Rambis has gone missing.
"He's been labeled as a cult member and is wanted by the three Churches …"
After saying this, Audrey was just about to seriously pray to the Goddess when a large swath of grayish-white fog suddenly appeared in front of her.
In the middle of the grayish-white fog, a blurry figure sat on a chair, looking down from above and nodding gently.
"I got it."
Just as this hidden existence said that, the scene in front of Audrey suddenly changed, revealing a figure who was focused on praying.
"Honorable Mr. Fool, the Church of Evernight has obtained information from Qonas Kilgor. It has confirmed that King George III is hiding a huge secret. For the Blood Emperor's ruins in the Straven segment of the Tussock River, he colluded with the Demoness Sect and the Psychological Alchemy to traffic humans and create missing persons cases, leading to the tragedy of the Great Smog of Baekeland …
"The representative of the Demoness Sect was Despair Nightingale Panatiya in the early stages. Later, it was Saintess of White Katarina. The Psychological Alchemy is Hvin Rambis …
"Please remind Miss Justice to be careful when she encounters Hvin Rambis again. She has to be prepared to seek help at any moment."
His Majesty … Audrey's eyes widened slightly as her heart stirred. She couldn't control herself.
On the one hand, this news was too shocking for a noble like her. On the other hand, it was because the Lie accessory she wore had an amplifying effect on her emotions.
Almost at the same time, a report flashed in Audrey's mind. It was a report that left a deep impression on her.
"… According to preliminary statistics, more than 21000 people died in the smog, and the subsequent spread of the plague killed nearly 40000 people, including young children and strong young men and women …"
So that's how it is … What exactly is the king plotting … The three Churches likely haven't obtained any actual evidence; otherwise, Father wouldn't only be vexed to that extent … Audrey felt an inexplicable sense of anger and sadness. It was as though a certain principle she had adhered to in the past had been mercilessly trampled. It was as though a certain set of values that had been established for a long time had silently collapsed.
She subconsciously lowered her head and closed her eyes.
Right on the heels of that, she took a deep breath and whispered, "Thank you, Mr. Fool.
"Thank you, Mr. Fool. Please convey my gratitude to Mr. World."
After the prayer, Audrey sat in the silent darkness without moving for a long while.
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