Baekeland, East End, 7 Pinster Street.
After a busy day, Leonard finally had the chance to ask his question.
"Old Man, what's Sefirah Castle?"
The slightly aged voice in his mind was silent for a few seconds before replying with a "heh".
"The place where you gather every Monday might very well be Sefirah Castle."
"…" Leonard didn't expect to hear such an answer at all. His mind went blank for a moment. He was surprised, shocked, and mixed with complicated emotions such as "As expected, there's no such background."
After a while, he hurriedly asked in a low voice,
What kind of place is Sefirah Castle?
Pallez Zoroast seemed to sigh and laugh self-deprecatingly.
"Actually, I'm not too sure myself. I've only heard some rumors.
"That's different from the creation myths you know. Legend has it that the original Creator left behind nine different things. Some of them are countries, some are cities, some are rivers, some are seas, and some are keys. Sefirah Castle is one of them.
"It might not actually be a castle, but something else. You might know better than me what it looks like.
"The reason why I'm certain of its existence is because I sensed it when I became an angel, but I was unable to see it or establish a connection with it.
"My great-grandfather once mentioned a guess that the nine items might be related to the sefirot recorded on the second Blasphemy Slate. Unfortunately, due to various reasons, the content 'He' saw was limited. 'He' was unable to decipher the parts related to the sefirot."
Leonard calmed down a lot. He leaned back on the sofa and asked thoughtfully,
"Old man, are you suspecting that Mr. Fool is the embodiment of sefirot?"
Based on what he had seen and heard on the Tarot and what Old Man Pallez occasionally told him, he already had a certain understanding of the deity ranks.
Pallez Zoroast was silent for a long while before replying.
"Maybe …"
…
There were almost no pedestrians on the streets of Baekeland at night when the curfew was strictly enforced. Occasionally, a carriage would pass by, and the passengers were all people of sufficient status.
After Klein arrived at the agreed house, he was not in a hurry to enter. He half-closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and grabbed at the air in front of him, pulling out another Sherlock Moriarty, who was wearing a black double-breasted coat, a half top hat, and a gold-inlaid cane.
This was him when he left the house. It was a Historical Void projection.
Because Klein himself was right in front of him, the image was stiff and stiff, like a prop on a stage.
Based on his previous experiments, Klein knew that this was the 'Principle of Uniqueness of Time and Consciousness' in Mysticism. In other words, at the same time, every person's essence was unique. If the main body could think, the projection wouldn't.
It was the same when the deceased's Historical Void projections were summoned. Klein suspected that it was because his current level wasn't high enough. In short, other projections could only do more mechanical questions and instinctive combat. Even if a Scholar of Yore didn't know something, they wouldn't be able to give the corresponding answer even if they had personally experienced it.
This confirmed one of Klein's guesses. The fragments that a Scholar of Yore could see in the fog of history were things that he had understood and studied in reality. To put it simply, the fog needed a Scholar of Yore to light it up bit by bit.
Of course, Klein also suspected that if most of the historical fragments of the same event had been lit up, the rest might very well appear naturally.
At the very least, the corresponding abilities won't be lost just because I don't understand it well enough. As long as there's a projection in the Historical Void, the state of that moment will be completely recorded … That's enough … Klein looked at the historical projection that could only act based on instinct. His body suddenly vanished and entered the grayish-white fog.
Since a Hound of Fulgrim, who wasn't a complete Scholar of Yore, could live in the Historical Void, there was no reason why a real Scholar of Yore couldn't. The only problem was that there was a time limit. In addition, if time dragged on, Klein's marionette in the real World would definitely die. However, this was only a form of accompanying a Scholar of Yore.
As Klein's body entered the grayish-white fog's light spot, his consciousness suddenly came alive in the historical projection.
Raising his hand to press down on his top hat, the Sherlock Moriarty Klein came outside the house. According to the agreement, he took out the Master Key, pressed it against the door, and gently turned it.
His figure directly appeared in the room. Using the crimson moonlight, he quickly surveyed the area.
The sofas, cupboards, high-back chairs, coffee tables, and other furniture were clearly not young. They seemed to have come from a hundred years ago, making them look rather old.
In the dark environment, Sharon, who was wearing a gothic regal dress and a small bonnet of the same color, suddenly appeared on a high-back chair.
"Good evening." The Puppet lady nodded slightly and greeted him.
If she didn't speak or speak, she would be the most standard and exquisite puppet.
At the same time, Marić, who was wearing a white shirt and black vest, appeared on the sofa.
… Sir, it's already winter. Won't you feel cold wearing this? Ah right, you're a dead person. A dead person isn't afraid of the cold … Klein lampooned inwardly. He took off his hat and bowed at the pale-blonde, blue-eyed, and pale-faced Sharon.
"Good evening, Miss Sharon."
He then turned his body halfway and said to Marić,
"Good evening."
Klein's deepest impression of this former Zombie, who was now a Wraith, was that "He" was actually playing cards with the zombies "He" controlled.
Let's play cards together later … He sighed silently.
The reason why he suddenly thought of playing cards was that when Klein was analyzing the combat style of a Scholar of Yore, he realized that if he were to encounter Zaratul, both parties would very likely play cards on the spot.
If you play Consul Rosell, I'll play Emperor Rosell. If you play Bernadette, I'll play Bonua. If you play Half The Fool, I'll deal with Amon …
I never expected that a battle between Seers would one day become a game of cards, a realistic and abnormally dangerous game of cards … Sigh, but Zaratul is a Sequence 1 angel. He won't give me a chance to play cards at all. Furthermore, the success rate of me summoning those important figures in the Historical Void projection is rather low … Klein retracted his gaze and took the initiative to say to Sharon, "I need to do something recently.
It's rather difficult and dangerous. One of the steps is to gather the blood of twenty-two Beyonders from different pathways. As for the Wraith pathway, the only people I can think of to help are you and Marić. You should be good at curses and have the means to eliminate the connection between the blood and yourself. "
In fact, he could attempt to summon Admiral of Blood Señor on the spot and mix his blood into the ceramic jar. However, Klein didn't know if it would work, nor was he able to divine it. After all, this involved a high level that exceeded Sequence 1, and he lacked sufficient information. The only thing he could be sure of was that drawing the symbol wouldn't bring any danger to himself or the provider.
As a Scholar of Yore could do too many things, Klein had even attempted to summon the former Witch, Trissy. He easily subdued her and smeared her blood onto Rosell's Travels.
However, it was useless.
After some thought, Klein believed that there was a logical contradiction in the timeline that prevented him from succeeding. The blood was "provided" by the past Trissy. The person who pulled people in Rosell's Travels was definitely the past Trissy, which was equivalent to changing history.
And history couldn't be changed, so the experiment failed.
Sharon quietly listened to Sherlock Moriarty's request and said without any change in expression, "Alright.
"Alright.
"How much do you want?"
Miss Sharon's reaction is just as I expected … Klein took out a thin glass tube.
"This tube is enough."
Sharon, who was wearing a gothic regal dress, raised her right hand gently. The glass tube seemed to have a life of its own as it automatically left Klein's palm and flew over.
Right on the heels of that, the doll-like lady's right hand landed on her left wrist. Her fingernails suddenly grew long and abnormally sharp.
With just a gentle swipe, a wound appeared on her wrist. Bright red blood seeped out, but it didn't drip down. Instead, it floated up and entered the glass tube.
When the tube was filled, Sharon's wound instantly healed, leaving no traces behind. As for the stopper, it suddenly jumped to the mouth of the tube, spun a few times, and closed automatically.
During this process, Sharon, whose face wasn't as pale as before, didn't have any change in expression. It was as though she was suppressing all her feelings to the bottom of her heart.
Looking at the tube of blood in her hand, Sharon reached out her left palm and touched it, slowly sliding it down from top to bottom.
This was removing the connection between the blood and her body.
After doing all of this, the tube of blood leaped up and flew back into Klein's hand.
"Is there anything else you need help with?" Sharon sat on a high-back chair and said calmly.
"Not at the moment, thank you." Klein shook his head and snapped his fingers, igniting a scarlet flame in his palm.
The flame rapidly rose up and enveloped the glass tube.
When the scarlet dissipated, the tube of blood was gone.
This was a new change of Flaming Jump. It allowed him to transfer items on him to his marionette or body.
Apart from this, all of Klein's Beyonder powers from before had corresponding enhancements and changes.
Having familiarized himself with his powers, he looked at Sharon again and casually asked, "How's the digestion of your Puppet potion?
How's the digestion of your Puppet potion? "
When he first met Miss Sharon, he felt that she was like a puppet. He believed that regardless of whether it was her nature or her abstinence, it was a form of acting in advance. It would definitely be of great help to the digestion of the Puppet potion.
"Not bad," Sharon replied calmly. "I should be able to digest it in one or two years."
It's been one to two years … Indeed, no matter how fast it is, it's still counted in years. Only I haven't even been here for half a year … This isn't something to be proud of. It's been arranged clearly … Of course, if I count the time I've been hung above the door of light, it's counted in thousands of years … Miracle Invoker … If I can escape this fate, perhaps I can be considered to have created a miracle … Klein sighed inwardly and nodded gently.
"What are your plans for the near future?"
Sharon said,
"I hope I can restore Teacher's body."
Marić, who was sitting on the sofa, immediately added,
"But didn't you say that the leader of the Secret Order, Zaratul, is in Baekeland and has close ties with Rose School?"
"Yes." Klein smiled and said, "Wait patiently. There will always be a chance."
This was actually a form of relief. Even though he had become a Scholar of Yore and could find many helpers, he currently didn't have any thoughts of dealing with Zaratul. A complete Sequence 1 was definitely unimaginably terrifying!
Furthermore, the further he walked down the path of a Seer, the more Klein realized how terrifying and difficult it was to kill Zaratul.
After stopping George III from becoming a god, Klein planned on leaving Baekeland to give himself more time to grow.
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Divine King of the Nine Heavens
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