In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, it was a night when the frequency of lightning had dropped to a very low level.
Two pieces of white bread sandwiched with a piece of roasted meat doesn't feel bad … The sweet and sour beverage, a specialty of the Fog Sea, is better than I expected … After swallowing the last mouthful of food, Klein praised from the bottom of his heart. He then threw the remaining packaging into the depths of the darkness. After all, there was no concept of environmental protection here, nor were there any trash cans.
Of course, he had dealt with these matters in advance. It was just like how he had to "disinfect" himself in Sefirah Castle every time he gave up a marionette to prevent Amon's avatar from locking onto his whereabouts.
Yes, inanimate objects won't be turned into a concealed state by the darkness here … Klein raised the lantern that Dhaniz had sacrificed and shone it at the items he had just discarded.
After resolving the problem of food and clothing, he had the mood to attempt certain matters that he had previously divined to be dangerous.
As the dim yellow light wavered, Klein grabbed forward with his right hand and dragged another version of himself out of thin air.
It was the him in the Historical Void, also holding a lantern.
In the next second, Klein entered the grayish-white fog and "awakened" his consciousness in the projection that he had summoned.
The projection was surrounded by teams of monsters. In the endless darkness, it opened its mouth and planned on chanting the name "Amanises."
"…"
He didn't make a sound. It was as though the content he wanted to say had been concealed.
"Indeed, it's as I guessed." Wearing a half top hat and a black trench coat, Klein slowly exhaled.
Looking at the lantern that emitted a dim yellow light, he suddenly chanted in Jotun:
"Leodero!"
Before he could finish his sentence, more than a hundred bolts of lightning twisted and intertwined as though they were responding to a summons, instantly covering the area.
Klein had no time to dodge. Even after switching places with his marionette, he was still within the range of the attack.
Amidst the silver light, he fell to the ground. His body was charred black as he convulsed violently, as though he had turned into a gigantic piece of coal.
Then, his figure quickly dissipated, vanishing like an illusion.
Wearing a real top hat, an Intis trench coat, and a simple lantern, Klein 'returned' to reality and continued walking as if nothing had happened.
After walking for a while, his figure suddenly blurred and became clear again.
Then, Klein opened his mouth again and recited a name in Jotun.
"Oh …"
Just as he said the first syllable, a transparent flame shot out from his body, instantly burning him to ashes. He didn't even have the chance to switch places with his marionette.
Klein's figure appeared once again. He pressed down on his top hat and calmly walked forward on the hill that was covered in strange plants.
"Herabergen."
…
"Badheil."
…
"Omebella."
…
There's nothing abnormal. There's no corresponding divine power remnant around the City of Silver …
Medici, Ouroboros, Sasrir … This is even more useless. They aren't deities … I thought that Afternoon Town and the Giant King's Court were special cases. Using the true name of Sasrir outside can activate the power of Degeneration in the Forsaken Land of the Gods … As a King of Angels with the Uniqueness, Red Angel can be considered half a true god. To think that he didn't leave behind any traces at all. It's embarrassing. No, it's embarrassing for a King of Angels! As his black trench coat fluttered behind him, Klein walked down the hill and followed his spiritual intuition to head northwest to the city ruins, Nois.
He would sometimes take a detour or use Flaming Jump. He didn't completely follow the route that the City of Silver had explored to his destination.
…
Baekeland, late at night.
Feeling that she had digested a little more of her potion, Audrey very enthusiastically used Dream Traversal to leave her mansion and enter the various dreams in the surrounding area.
Knowing what the current situation was like, she had a strong desire to become a demigod.
As she "traversed" in this manner, she suddenly saw a familiar person.
This was a noble lady who had a good relationship with her. She was 29 years old and had married a viscount the year before.
At this moment, rose petals were constantly falling in the lady's room. The bed was pure white, and there was a pair of heart-shaped rings on it. There was a knocking sound coming from the window.
The lady's cheeks were flushed as she quickly walked over and opened the window.
A man wearing a black iron mask and a dark cloak leaped in, hugged the lady, and whispered, "Don't worry.
He whispered, "I'll take you away from pain."
Then, the two of them began to engage in all sorts of entanglement as they rolled onto the bed.
As a Dreamwalker who was working hard to digest the potion, Audrey had long seen such scenes. She had passed the stage of being shy and had sighed at how colorful everyone's dreams were and how imaginative they were. At this moment, she didn't lose her composure at all. She maintained the etiquette of a Spectator, as though she was witnessing an extreme play.
After some observation, she discovered a problem:
The man in the black iron mask wasn't the lady's spouse. He was more like a playboy in the noble circles.
"Is this a reflection of the hidden thoughts in one's heart?" Audrey muttered to herself with the academic attitude of a dream analysis.
Following that, she "traversed" into the dream beside her out of curiosity.
This corresponded to the noble lady's husband, a viscount.
In the dream, the viscount was busy participating in the discussion of the House of Lords. Then, he was chased by an earl with a revolver. The reason was that he had abducted the earl's daughter.
After escaping to a safe zone, the viscount found his female secretary and vented his fear.
Audrey couldn't help but exit the dream, wanting to see the viscount and his wife's state in reality.
In the bedroom illuminated by the crimson moonlight, on the large white bed, the viscount was hugging his wife, and his wife was hugging him as they slept intimately.
Well, I have to realize that everyone has a dark side. If I 'convict' anyone based on a dream or a momentary thought, anyone will fall into hell. No one will be spared, including myself … To be able to control my dark side and prevent it from ever entering reality is already considered very good for most people … Audrey increasingly felt that acting as a Dreamwalker was a form of torture and tempering of her mind.
She entered the dream again and "traversed" to another area.
Before long, she came to a warm "room."
There was a thick carpet and a dining table. At the head of the table was a gray-haired old lady.
On both sides of her were a middle-aged man and woman, as well as three underage children. Everyone was enjoying the delicacies by the candlelight, chatting and laughing happily.
Outside the room, it was dark and deep. The strong wind rattled the glass, brewing the terrifying feeling of a disaster.
What is the owner of this dream worried and afraid of? Audrey left the dream and tried to find answers in reality to verify her speculations.
Then she saw a small bed, and the grey-haired old lady.
On the old lady's bedside table were photo frames. They were either wrapped in black cloth or tied with white flowers. They were of a middle-aged couple and three underage children.
Audrey silently turned her head to look out the window and saw that there were ruins left behind from the bombing near the house.
The noble lady pursed her lips and suddenly returned to the old lady's dream.
She didn't stop the possible disaster. All she did was conjure a chair and sit by the side. She seriously and attentively watched the happy and warm family.
Amidst the howling wind and the shaking of the glass, the room was brightly lit. The fragrance of food wafted in the air, and there was endless laughter.
Audrey concluded that there was a Dreamwalker's acting code:
"A traveler in a dream has come, seen, and recorded without interfering. He is only a Spectator."
…
Inside Saint Samuel Cathedral, Leonard was summoned by Archbishop Anthony Stevenson. He walked along the spiraling staircase and walked up step by step under the sunlight that shone through the stained glass.
Suddenly, he lowered his voice and said, "Old Man, that secret gathering is about to begin again.
Do you really plan on attempting to enter the treasure trove left behind by the Jacob family at the end of the month? "
"I'm not sure, but this is an opportunity. At the very least, Amon's main body is being held back by Sefirah Castle. He won't suddenly appear." In Leonard's mind, Pallez Zoroast replied with a slightly hoarse voice, "However, I'm more inclined to divulge the news of the treasure trove. I'll let the people at the gathering take the risk and explore on their own. As for us, we'll guard the vicinity and observe the situation. We'll extract what we need from them."
Leonard was taken aback as he whispered, "Old Man, isn't this too sinister?"
"Old man, isn't this too sinister?"
This was using the members of the Hermits of Fate as props to step into a trap.
"Heh, naive, childish. You can tell them the details and let them decide whether they want to go or not." Pallez Zoroast sneered.
Leonard didn't bring up the matter again and instead asked,
"Old man, when can I become a demigod?"
Pallez chuckled.
"If you can obtain a spirit at the level of your former colleague's messenger, you'll be able to finish digesting the potion at the beginning of next year. But, heh heh, it's better to follow the main points of my suggestion and focus on acting. In the second half of next year, you should have the qualifications to strive for Sequence 4. Of course, I'm not sure if the Church of Evernight will give you the potion and help you hold the ritual. Didn't that high-ranking deacon named Cesimir Crestet wait many years until the war broke out before he truly became a demigod?"
Leonard nodded and asked thoughtfully, "What's going on?
"Old man, can you act as a spirit and help me digest it?
"Your level should be higher than Klein's messenger …"
Pallez Zoroast was silent for a few seconds before chuckling.
"That's a good idea.
"Why don't I help you digest the potion? How about that?"
"How?" Leonard knew that Old Man was mocking him, but he couldn't help but ask.
"By deeply parasitizing you and completely controlling your body," Pallez replied snappily.
As he spoke, Leonard arrived at the door of the Baekeland diocese's archbishop.
He immediately shut his mouth, raised his right hand, and knocked on the door.
"Come in." Anthony Stevenson glanced at Leonard who had opened the door and said, "You can release the vampire behind Chanis Gate."
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