Upon hearing the archbishop's instructions, Leonard was first taken aback before he sighed inwardly.
Mr. Fool's prophecy sure is accurate …
No, it's not a prophecy. 'He' has already seen through everything.
Leonard quickly reined in his thoughts and followed procedure to get Saint Anthony's archbishop to give him an official document. Then, he returned underground and entered Chanis Gate with two team members.
After the Keepers checked the documents, he came to the room where Emlyn White was imprisoned under the illumination of silver candles with engraved patterns. He used a brass key to open the heavy stone door.
A ghostly-blue light invaded the cell, causing Emlyn White to instinctively close his eyes.
His face was a lot paler than before, and his body was a lot thinner. He gave off the feeling that he would be blown away by the wind.
Upon recalling Mr. Fool's answer, Emlyn suddenly felt confident about the present situation. Without opening his eyes, he slowly stood up and chuckled.
"I knew you would take the initiative to send me out."
Would you be disappointed if I said that it's just a routine check? Leonard lampooned and replied without any expression, "I'll give you thirty seconds.
If you don't walk out of Chanis Gate after this time, I'll treat it as you volunteered to stay behind. "
As a rather senior Nighthawk, having been the captain of a Red Gloves team for several months, Leonard had rich experience dealing with prisoners.
Emlyn's expression froze as he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he ultimately maintained his silence. He walked past Leonard and his two team members and walked out of Chanis Gate.
When he was outside, he suddenly shivered a few times, as though he was trying to expel the chill from his body.
"When you return, just bask in the sun for a few more days. Oh, the sun isn't that common in Backlund during winter, and you vampires don't like to bask in the sun either … Aren't you an Apothecary? You can make your own potions from the 'Sun' domain. "Leonard casually reminded him when he saw this.
Emlyn's condition wasn't right. On the one hand, he hadn't drunk human blood that was rich in spirituality for days, so he could only rely on animal blood as a substitute. On the other hand, he had spent too much time behind Chanis Gate. He had been corroded by the power of Evernight that supported the seal, and he needed medicine from the Sun domain to remove the remnant effects.
As a Potions Professor, Emlyn knew his body and mind well. He didn't retort, nor did he nod. All he did was emphasize the word "Sanguine." Then, he asked, "What's the matter?
"Where's Father Utravsky?"
"He still has to stay for a while. Let's hope this damned war ends soon. Don't worry, we'll let him go out twice a week. As for when he'll do that, it'll depend on the weather in Baekeland." Leonard gave a simple response before sending Emlyn White all the way to the ground and onto the streets.
Emlyn hesitated for a moment before asking again,
"Where's the nearest hospital?"
"What do you want to do?" Leonard asked in a professional manner.
"Blood transfusion." Emlyn raised his chin slightly, trying his best not to show any changes in his expression.
Blood transfusion … It's drinking blood, right … Leonard didn't expose him. He pointed in a direction and gave the address.
After watching the Sanguine Viscount leave, he returned underground and began to discuss the recent cases with his team members.
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After several days of trekking, Klein finally arrived near the northern ruins, Nois City.
This place was also a barren and deathly silent plain, and the dried up riverbed left its mark on the ground.
Looking at the dark, shadowy, and silent city that was filled with a thin fog, Klein wasn't in a hurry to approach. Instead, he found a hidden spot and chanted Mr. Fool's honorific name.
Following that, he took four steps counterclockwise, recited the incantation, and entered above the gray fog. To return to Sefirah Castle with just a thought, he had to stack the prayers of all the members of the Tarot together, forming a strong and sturdy anchor that could summon The Fool.
With the help of the prayer light, Klein used his "true vision" to check the situation in the Nois ruins from afar. He discovered that the thin fog was slowly but uncontrollably dissipating. And on the surface of the city, there wasn't a single Spirit Body Thread at a glance. People in linen robes or animal hides were lying on the streets in different spots. They weren't as lively and busy as the City of Silver's expedition team had seen when they arrived.
The angel or Sealed Artifact that previously occupied this city chose to migrate after realizing that its whereabouts had been exposed? As Klein speculated based on the situation in front of him, he retracted his gaze and looked at the grayish-white fog that held up Sefirah Castle.
He was preventing the Miracle Invoker, Attendant of Mysteries, or the corresponding Sealed Artifact from hiding in the Historical Void to ambush the Beyonders exploring Nois City. He didn't want to directly encounter a huge vortex formed by a bunch of transparent maggots when he "leaped" into the fog of history. He didn't want to be chased by the slippery and terrifying tentacles.
Zaratul's ambush still left Klein feeling a lingering fear. From time to time, he would have nightmares and wanted to seek out Miss Justice for treatment of his psychological trauma.
This was even more agitating to him than seeing his marionette, Enuni, wear a monocle in front of him while being completely immobile. This was because he had implicated the Hounds of Fulgrim.
After confirming that the Historical Void was safe, Klein returned to the real World. He stretched out his hand and grabbed forward, dragging out his previous self. He was also wearing a half top hat, a black trench coat, and holding a simple glass lantern.
In the next second, he "leaped" into the grayish-white fog and followed the lit Historical Void. He ran all the way to the place before the First Epoch where the "corpses" of the civilized city were piled up.
To him, this was a very ingenious "safe house." This was because other than him, no Scholar of Yore could trace back to this prehistoric fragment that had been completely severed and lost.
Of course, to Klein, coming all the way here had expended a lot of his spirituality. He could stay for at most fifteen minutes, and that was on the premise that his Historical Void projection didn't make any strenuous attempts.
After his main body hid, the projection of Klein in the real World advanced and quickly arrived outside the Nois ruins.
He didn't blindly approach or enter. He circled to a small hill opposite the dried-up riverbed, raised his right hand, and summoned his original marionette — Earl of The Fallen Qonas Kilgor, who had a cold and stiff appearance and dark blue eyes.
Qonas's body squirmed and instantly transformed into German Sparrow. Then, he reached out his hand and took out a lantern from the Historical Void.
This was the Historical Void projection summoned by the Historical Void. Under the dim yellow light of the lantern, he blurred the distance and arrived outside Nois City in a few steps. He was alone.
Following that, he held the lantern and walked through the rotting and collapsed buildings, passing through the thin fog and entering the ruins.
Compared to using his "true vision" above the gray fog, the contact with reality allowed Klein to discover more details.
The humans and monsters that had collapsed in different spots were mostly showing signs of decay, as though they had been abandoned for a long time.
Some of them were sitting on chairs under the eaves, some were slumped by the stove, some were holding moldy bread, some were holding hands, and some were leaning against the wall, sitting on the ground with their lips pressed to a bone flute …
This allowed Klein to imagine what the situation in the city was like when they were still "alive."
Some people were slacking off and resting, some were baking food, some were shopping along the streets, some were focused on music, some were coming and going with laughter, and some were fighting monsters in the arena …
This was such a lively and lively scene, but in fact, everyone was long dead. They no longer had their own souls, and they were only repeating the same actions in a predetermined manner.
And on a certain day, at a certain moment, this strange scene also froze and ended in an instant. Everyone collapsed without any warning.
A city formed by marionettes, the most realistic theater … Back in the foggy town, there was a similar situation … Although I'm also a Seer, I still have to say that in terms of horror, horror, and strangeness, our pathway is definitely ranked in the top three … Could it be that I have to do the same in the future? The Attendant of Mysteries's? With a lantern in hand, Klein walked through the streets that were littered with corpses. Following his spiritual intuition, he walked towards the center of Nois City.
The situation here made him believe that the person who had once ruled the Nois ruins definitely had sufficient intelligence. After the City of Silver's expedition team broke the "peace" and "peace" here, "He" didn't choose to kill or destroy the clues. Instead, "He" didn't hesitate to abandon everything and migrate elsewhere.
The reason why "He" didn't silence "He" might've been following the City of Silver's team back then. Yes, it might also be because of the True Creator … Klein casually let his thoughts wander as he quickly arrived at a relatively intact cathedral.
Inside the church stood a statue of a demonic wolf with eight legs covered in dark short fur.
There was grayish-white fur on the statue's head, and its pitch-black pupils occupied at least three-quarters of its eyes.
It's not Flegrea … The Dark Demonic Wolf that occasionally appeared in the Third Epoch, the God of Wishes? "He" has been in the Forsaken Land of the Gods for thousands of years before "He" finally found that Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristic? Just as this thought flashed through Klein's mind, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps. Tap. Tap.
He, who was already standing sideways, immediately cast his gaze outside the cathedral. In the thin fog, a figure slowly walked over, quickly outlining a clear silhouette.
He was nearly 2.3 meters tall, and his back was slightly hunched. His hair was completely white, and there were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and scars by the corners of his mouth. He wore a black clergyman's robe, and he was a rather old priest or bishop.
His dark brown eyes were deep and calm, unlike the monsters in the depths of the darkness that were crazy and bloodthirsty, lacking any spirituality.
However, in the long night with very low frequency of lightning, this clergyman didn't carry an animal hide lantern, nor did he light a fire. All he did was quietly walk through the thin fog.
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