The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and everything in the Holy Wind Cathedral returned to normal.
In a nearby corner, Klein raised his hand to rub his forehead. The corners of his mouth twitched as he mumbled.
"So be it … Why did you have to strike my marionette to death …"
He then took a deep breath as his figure quickly faded away and disappeared. The Historical Void projection was about to end. After all, the high-level powers that a Scribe had replicated were clearly different from the original. The burden of summoning a Sequence 3 at a Sequence 6 was rather heavy. Even if a Scholar of Yore could transfer his consciousness over to reduce the expenditure, it was impossible for Fors to last too long.
…
In the outskirts of Baekeland, downstream of the Tussock River.
Leonard hid his red gloves and slowly walked towards a particular spot.
Suddenly, Pallez Zoroast's slightly aged voice sounded in his mind.
"How's that former colleague of yours recently?"
Recalling the conversation on the Tarot, Leonard suppressed his voice and said, "He just avoided a trap set up by Amon's avatar.
"He just avoided a trap set by Amon's avatar and is pursuing the truth of certain matters in the Forsaken Land of the Gods."
After Pallez Zoroast heard that, he didn't say another word and allowed Leonard to continue walking.
…
After setting up the special coordinates, Fors was thrown back to the real World by German Sparrow's messenger.
"I feel so tired, but I just woke up … It must be that High-Sequence Beyonder powers expend too much of my spirituality …" Fors covered her mouth and yawned as she looked at Xio with a haggard expression.
"It's possible." Xio agreed with her friend's judgment.
Her intuition told her that the German Sparrow projection that she had summoned was definitely not simple. It might even be equivalent to a saint.
After some hesitation, Xio said, "Sleep a little longer.
"Go back to sleep. Don't try to advance in this state.
"In a case I previously tried, the murderer was a psychopath. He would deliberately make his friends, his students, and the vagrants he took in consume potions in all kinds of negative states. He watched them lose control and mutate into all kinds of monsters, disgusting and terrifying monsters."
"… What is this guy's goal?" Fors was stunned for a second.
"Two purposes. One was to observe whether the same magic potion would cause the same loss of control in different people. The other was to record the corresponding scene in the form of oil painting. He believed that the madness, the pain, and the distortion had an incomparable beauty that could stimulate his most intense creative passion." Xio recalled the trial, feeling both hatred and a baffling lingering fear. "He was a complete lunatic."
"This kind of guy should be killed!" Fors shuddered at the mere thought of it. She grimaced and said, "Is he a cult member?"
"Perhaps, but there are no clues … On the surface, he's an outstanding painter, and he's very famous internationally. If it wasn't for the disappearance of more than five of his students and friends in recent years, attracting our attention, we might've only discovered this matter after he completely went mad and lost control into a monster." When Xio said that, she suddenly paused for a moment before continuing. "Back then, the law enforcement team that captured him vomited when they opened his secret basement. There were terrifying mutated corpses placed there, and there were oil paintings that left people horrified but had a strange charm …"
"A detestable guy, but also a very attractive story." Fors thought and pressed, "Is he a Devil?"
"No, he's a Psychiatrist." Xio denied her friend's guess.
"… You sentenced him to death?" Fors asked in anticipation.
Xio shook her head.
"His defense lawyer convinced me that he's more suitable to be a Sealed Artifact researcher."
"There's a lawyer? Your Abnormal Affairs Court has lawyers? Isn't it all a direct trial? "Fors asked in surprise.
Xio combed her blonde hair that had grown longer.
"We have some Beyonders of the Lawyer pathway. They also need to act. Of course, they don't know that they're acting."
"Alright." Fors yawned again and pointed at the reclining chair by the fireplace. "I'll take a nap first. Eh, aren't you going to work?"
"I can apply for leave," Xio replied succinctly.
Fors didn't ask further. She walked to the fireplace and collapsed.
Two to three hours later, she woke up and meditated for a quarter of an hour.
Following that, she found the Traveler Beyonder characteristic and supplementary ingredients that her teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham, had given her, and concocted a potion.
The potion's color was white but transparent, like half-melted snow. From time to time, light green bubbles would emerge from it.
Holding the potion, Fors looked at her good friend who was guarding her and smiled.
She smiled and said, "If I lose control, don't hesitate to behead me.
"No, pray first. Perhaps there's still a chance to save me."
"…" Xio nodded slowly. "Maintain your current state."
Fors silently exhaled. Without any hesitation, she raised the potion and gulped it down.
In the blink of an eye, she felt beams of light appear in her body and in front of her. They rampaged about, opening one illusory door after another.
Fors's consciousness couldn't help but enter one of the doors as her body turned transparent and vanished.
In this chaotic state of mind, Fors nearly lost her sense of self. Thankfully, she had been tormented recently and had a strong will. Furthermore, from time to time, she would sense the four special coordinates in the spirit world. Finally, she woke up bit by bit.
After an unknown period of time, she realized that she had entered the depths of the spirit world. It was difficult to determine her exact location, nor could she find her way back.
With the help of the four special coordinates, Fors slowly "traversed" back to a familiar place. She left the dense stacked colors and the thin fog and walked out of the spirit world.
Those four special coordinates aren't only used to help me find a way back, but they can also effectively maintain my self-awareness … Teacher is only a Sequence 7, and he doesn't have any actual experience. It's inevitable that there will be some flaws in his knowledge … As Fors's thoughts raced, she cast her gaze at Xio and smiled.
"I'm a Traveler now."
Xio heaved a sigh of relief.
"What additional Beyonder powers did you gain?"
"The main thing is that there's an additional Teleportation, as well as Invisible Hand. In addition, the number of demigod-level Beyonder powers I can record has increased to four. The exact effects should be close to Sequence 4 …" Fors did a self-examination.
She then raised her hand and drew a tarot card from the room that was used for divination.
It was a man with a scepter in his right hand pointing to the sky and his left hand pointing to the ground. In front of him were the Holy Grail, scepter, sword, Star Coins, and other items.
The Magicians card.
…
The day of the longest night every year was the birthday of the Evernight Goddess, commonly known as Winter Gifts Day.
On this day, all the believers of Evernight would head to a nearby cathedral to witness the Sun set. When night came, they would participate in Mass, enjoy Holy Communion, listen to the choir, and do all kinds of activities.
1350 was a heavy year for the Evernight believers of Rouen. The intensity of the war and the rise in prices made them lose their good mood. However, on this Winter Gifts Day, they still walked out of their homes. This was because the Church of Evernight would be holding a large-scale Mass in the various squares to appease the souls that had passed away.
At the same time, many foundations would also distribute food vouchers at the Mass. Those who received them could use them to obtain the corresponding items at any relief point or cathedral. This caused some of the believers of Storms and Steam, who didn't celebrate Winter Gifts Day, to head to the nearest square.
West Borough, Memorial Square, the place where George III was blasted to death.
Audrey wore a black cloak and carried the golden retriever, Susie, who carried a small leather bag on her back. She walked among the nobles with a plain expression. Her expression didn't seem abnormal, but there was some pain and guilt hidden within.
She had already obtained the blood of the elderly mind dragon and concocted the Manipulator potion. It was placed in the small bag on Susie's back.
Susie was already a Sequence 6 Hypnotist, so Audrey believed that not many people present could discover her abnormality and snatch the item from her.
The blood of the elderly mind dragon came from The Hermit Cattleya. It was said that she had obtained it from Queen Mystic, and Audrey had paid three thousand pounds to buy it.
This was in line with her expectations. This was because she didn't really want to obtain the ingredients from Psychological Alchemy. After all, her immediate superior, Hvin Rambis, had only died a few months ago, and she was already gathering the items needed for her advancement. It would inevitably arouse suspicion, and the other members of Psychological Alchemy had the ability and wisdom to notice this.
Furthermore, becoming a demigod means coming into contact with the councilors of the Psychological Alchemy Council. According to Mr. World, there might be an angel of the mind domain hidden among them. I should prepare for a while longer. When I have a suitable encounter and excuse, I'll consider raising my status in the council … I'll first conceal my strength for a period of time … With her blonde hair tied up, Audrey lifted the hem of her skirt and slowly walked to her predetermined spot.
Along the way, many nobles extended a friendly hand to her, hoping to help this beautiful, noble, but weak girl pass through crowded areas and obstacles. However, they were all blocked by Earl Hall.
He let his eldest son, Hibbert, take care of his youngest daughter while he held his wife's arm and walked in front. From time to time, he would turn back to look at the most dazzling jewel in Baekeland.
Not long after their family arrived at their destination, the archbishop of the Church of Evernight's Baekeland diocese, Saint Anthony Stevenson, walked up the platform in a black robe with red patterns.
He looked around, raised his right hand, and tapped his chest four times in a clockwise fashion.
"Praise the Goddess!"
When the believers below gave a response, the Saint said in a low voice that everyone could hear, "That's right.
"Today is a celebration of the night, but the goddess responds with mercy.
"He has compassion on every mother who has lost her child, on every lonely child, on every person who has suffered greatly.
"He said that all of this will come to an end. All of this suffering will return to silence and peace."
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