When the two burning dark red flames swayed from the Hounds of Fulgrim and landed in front of Klein, he snapped to his senses. He felt puzzled and relieved.
Why would they take the initiative to harm themselves and give me a pair of eyes? There's also thick, sticky blood flowing around them …
If this was their trap, I would've already stepped into it. To think that I was stunned for a few seconds. This is a fatal mistake in a battle between Bizarro Sorcerers …
However, no matter who it is, it's inevitable that they will have a similar reaction when encountering such a thing for the first time. A terrifying enemy that they have schemed to deal with will kneel and beg for mercy the moment they see you, wagging their tails to curry favor. It's like a dream …
This behavior is very similar to Arrodes's. Could it be that the great existence above the spirit world can really show its uniqueness in the spirit world?
As his thoughts raced, Klein looked at the two Hounds of Fulgrim that were prostrating in the void and wagging their tails. He extended his left hand and caught the two dark red flames and a large amount of thick, dark red blood.
The moment he came into contact with these items, Klein suddenly heard familiar ravings and roars. They were sometimes sharp, sometimes deep, sometimes manic, sometimes alluring, sometimes crazy, and sometimes ethereal.
Right on the heels of that, an illusory, grayish-white fog appeared in front of him.
The fog spread in all directions, with no end in sight. Above it, one could vaguely see a majestic palace that looked like the residence of a deity.
This was a scene that Klein was very familiar with. This was because every time he entered the mysterious space above the gray fog, he would pass through a similar place.
In the beginning, when he took four steps counterclockwise, it was very difficult for him to notice his surroundings. However, with his adaptation and the advancement of his Sequence, he could easily seize the opportunity to observe.
And at this moment, Klein didn't chant the names of the Celestial Worthy of Immeasurable for Blessings, nor did he take four steps counterclockwise.
This made Klein abnormally vigilant. Then, he saw several blurry figures appear in the endless gray fog. They overlapped with the gray fog at times, and at other times, they separated. They were Hounds of Fulgrim with dark red flames burning in their eyes and short, pitch-black fur covering their bodies.
The two Hounds of Fulgrim who had lost one eye returned to their companions and merged into the darker spots in the gray fog.
All the phenomena vanished as Klein, who was floating in the depths of the spirit world, discovered that there were no longer any Hounds of Fulgrim around him. There were only his two marionettes and the strange spirit world creature wandering in the distance.
Klein lowered his head and looked at the eyeball and blood in his hand. By sensing their existence, he confirmed that what he had just experienced wasn't an illusion.
The Hounds of Fulgrim are also known as Sefirah Castle Keepers … They live in the Historical Void in the spirit world … I just saw them active in the gray fog, fusing with the darker spots … Combining what he had seen and heard, Klein gradually made a bold judgment:
Perhaps Sefirah Castle refers to the mysterious space above the gray fog, referring to that strange door of light …
And the gray fog is a symbol of all the history in the spirit world. There's a Void in it …
Every time I enter the mysterious space through the gray fog, I will leave a certain mark there, making the Hounds of Fulgrim no longer unfamiliar with me. They view me as the owner of Sefirah Castle. Therefore, the moment they saw me, they immediately offered me the items I needed. Wagging their tails and begging for mercy?
After planning for an entire day, asking about the situation, and inviting helpers, they ended up targeting their own guards?
With this in mind, Klein felt a baffling sense of absurdity. It was as though The Fool above the gray fog had reached out his hand in an attempt to fleece some "wool," only to end up fleecing him instead.
Phew … Sefirah Castle … Although this development makes me increasingly terrified, no matter what, I'm finally beginning to understand the owner of the gray fog and that mysterious space. The unknown is the most terrifying … After standing silently in the depths of the spirit world for a moment, Klein slowly exhaled and summoned his two marionettes back.
He planned on waiting for the Bizarro Sorcerer potion to be completely digested before attempting to seek knowledge related to Sefirah Castle from Arrodes. When the time came, if anything were to happen, he could use his advancement to resist it.
…
East Borough, in a two-bedroom rental apartment.
Fors, who had dark circles under her eyes, returned from outside and picked up the day's newspapers and letters.
"How was it?" Xio, who had just returned home for lunch, looked up and asked.
Fors covered her mouth and yawned.
"Not bad. The editor I know is very satisfied with my new book's theme and writing style. He's decided to arrange for it to be serialized as soon as possible.
"You might not know, but the horror legend of Baekeland Hospital has been very popular recently. There are already best-selling authors who have gained inspiration from it and have begun to serialize similar stories. I'm actually not the first!"
"… That's a good thing." Xio thought for a second and nodded seriously.
This meant that Fors, who was also writing about the horror legend of Baekeland Hospital, wouldn't attract so much attention. Her new pen name wouldn't be tested.
"I know." Fors threw down the newspaper and took out the few letters inside. She quickly flipped through them.
Soon, she discovered a reply from her teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham.
Fors's expression immediately turned a lot more serious. She quickly tore open the envelope, unfolded the letter, and began reading it.
"… Benjamin Abraham was a person with Intis. He lived during Rosell's era … Apart from mysticism knowledge and a small amount of inheritance, he didn't leave behind anything of value … Later, everything was destroyed by the Aurora Order. I was unable to provide the corresponding information …"
Mr. German Sparrow is going to be disappointed … Fors pursed her lips and performed a magic trick, burning the letter in her hand to ashes.
Then, she began writing a reply, asking if her teacher knew of the secret ruins of Blood Emperor Alista Tudor.
…
The clue to Benjamin Abraham has been severed … It's all the fault of those lunatics from the Aurora Order … Klein came above the gray fog and listened to Miss Magicians's prayers.
He also learned of the news of the horror legend of Baekeland Hospital being serialized.
After returning to the real World, Klein was just about to head out for a meal when he suddenly saw Miss Messenger walk out of the void with four heads in hand. One of the heads had a letter in its mouth.
"Who sent it?" Klein asked in puzzlement.
Reinette Tinekerr's remaining three heads answered one after another:
"You've been seduced … by … idiot …"
Who is this … Klein turned even more confused as he took the letter and unfolded it.
"The mastermind behind those matters is George III. His goal is to become the Black Emperor. Are you interested in sabotaging this matter?"
"Trissy."
Trissy? This Demoness actually dared to write me a letter. Isn't she afraid of being caught by Miss Messenger on the spot? Right, Miss Messenger just said that the sender is a Tempted Fool … Trissy seduced a man and got him to help summon a messenger while she hid far away, waiting for the other party to contact her through the mirror? She's quite smart … Yes, she's really persistent in investigating this matter. Isn't she worried that she'll be killed by me or George III? That man should be a Beyonder. It's still very difficult for an ordinary person to hold a ritual to summon a messenger. After all, it mainly relies on one's own spirit and spirituality … Klein was first surprised before he came to a realization.
Right on the heels of that, he began to wonder why Trissy could guess that George III wanted to become the Black Emperor.
Without sufficient mysticism knowledge, without grasping the Black Emperor's apotheosis ritual, and without understanding the corresponding history, even a demigod would find it difficult to guess. It definitely wasn't as easy as the Red Angel evil spirit made it out to be!
Could it be that Trissy has other helpers? Or could it be that she has obtained more powers from the Primordial Demoness, including all sorts of knowledge and secrets? Klein frowned slightly as he increasingly felt that there was a huge problem.
If he had the chance, he would definitely get rid of Demoness Trissy.
After thinking for more than ten seconds, he took out a pen and paper from his pocket and wrote a reply.
"I have some interest, but I'm not sure what you want to do."
…
In the Baekeland Bridge area, a man in his thirties was horrified to see the headless — no, four-headed demoness that had appeared not long ago appear in front of him and throw a letter at him.
Are all the messengers in the World of Mysticism that terrifying? After Reinette Tinekerr left for nearly five minutes, the man took a breather, picked up the letter, and opened it to take a look.
During this process, his eyes gradually burned with passion because he could meet that dreamy beauty again.
According to the instructions, he waited until evening before finding a black blob that resembled paste. He separated a small amount and evenly smeared it on a mirror.
A few seconds later, the mirror turned dark, as though it was connected to another World.
In the blink of an eye, a room that was completely different from the current environment appeared in the mirror. There stood a gentle and beautiful girl in a dark black dress. She was none other than Demoness Trissy.
The man who had completed the ritual immediately revealed a look of infatuation as he unconsciously softened his voice.
"The reply says that he has some interest."
The faint dimples on both sides of Trissy's cheeks bloomed bit by bit, making the inside and outside of the mirror brighter.
Her brows relaxed as she said, "I'll send you a letter.
"I'll send you a letter. Pass it to Gehrman Sparrow. You mustn't read the contents."
After receiving the man's unhesitant promise, Trissy reached out her right hand and swiped it across the mirror, causing the dark aqueous glow to vanish.
She then found a pen and paper, deliberated for a few seconds, and quickly wrote:
"The secret mausoleum needed for George III's ritual should come from Blood Emperor Alista Tudor. And there's an existence who knows this very well. Perhaps he can help us infiltrate successfully and destroy the ritual.
"I have a way to contact that existence, but it has to wait until the next full moon. All you need to do is provide me with some blood, hair, flesh, or bones of a descendant of the House of Abraham.
"Trissy."
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