Dark Angel Sasrir might very well be a negative personality that was separated from the ancient Sun God … Mr. Door was once the most powerful King of Angels … The House of Abraham also has at least two Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts that correspond to the angel-level Beyonder characteristics of the Apprentice pathway … The underlying laws of this World are chaos and madness … Mysticism knowledge reverberated in Cattleya's mind, making her feel a heavy weight amidst her shock.
If it wasn't for Tarot, Mr. Fool's blessings, and The World's German Sparrow's provision, it definitely wouldn't have been so easy for her to understand this knowledge. She would definitely have to bear a huge risk. If she wasn't careful, she might attract the attention of certain high-level existences or be pestered by madness and pain.
"Thank you for your advance payment. This will greatly help me digest the potion." Cattleya opened her eyes and sincerely thanked him.
According to her original plan, she should be able to obtain some mysticism knowledge after meeting Queen Mystic. With German Sparrow's advance payment, there was a high chance that she could completely digest the Mysticologist potion. Unfortunately, a few days before she arrived in Baekeland, Queen Mystic Bernadette had left the city after following a clue. This left Cattleya very disappointed.
Upon hearing Ma 'am Hermit's words, Klein, who was disguised as The World, laughed hoarsely.
"There is a price to this gift."
As his voice echoed, he nodded at Justice and Magicians, indicating that he was also speaking to them.
After the private gathering ended, the members left Sefirah Castle one after another. Klein stood up and walked from the bottom of the long mottled table to the seat of honor, sitting at The Fool's seat.
He leaned back in his chair and rested his elbows on the armrest. The void beside him rippled and condensed into circles of halos.
This was a prayer point of light, a marionette controlled by the Historical Void projection that Klein had summoned. It had already existed before the Gathering, but the corresponding area had been shielded by Klein. No one could sense it, and it had only returned to normal now.
Klein cast his gaze at the circle of light. Using it as a base, he expanded his field of vision into the distance.
In the real World, a dark mountain stood tall. There was a hole at the waist that extended all the way underground.
There had once been many humans who had survived the Cataclysm hiding here. Later, they were turned into "His" marionettes by Dark Demonic Wolf Kotar.
During this period of time, Klein had been retracing all sorts of traces and found three places where the Dark Demonic Wolf had hidden in the past. However, he didn't gain much.
The reason was very simple. Just like now, there was a rock at the entrance of the cave, and on top of it sat a young man wearing a classic black robe and a pointed hat. He had a wide forehead and a thin face.
Amon.
This Angel of Time seemed to sense the gaze from Sefirah Castle. "He" raised "His" head, adjusted "His" crystal monocle, and slightly curled up the corners of "His" mouth.
"…" Klein retracted "His" gaze as "His" facial muscles twitched slightly. He muttered, "What a persistent ghost … It's not like this fellow doesn't know about the Dark Demonic Wolf's past. Is there a need to destroy all the clues I need? Furthermore, it's always done a little earlier … "
If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't beat "Him," he would have hung "Him" up and given "Him" a beating.
Phew … Klein exhaled and immediately returned to the real World.
He wore a black top hat and held a dim yellow lantern. He dispelled the Historical Void projection and left the mountain without looking back, heading deep into the silent wilderness.
Klein's footsteps didn't hesitate at all. This was because he had long obtained detailed information about the Dark Demonic Wolf, Kotar, from the Evernight Goddess. He had a sufficient understanding of the God of Wishes's character, style, and habits.
The reason why he was still pursuing the Dark Demonic Wolf's past was mainly because he wanted to verify something. After all, the Eastern Continent had been the Forsaken Land of the Gods for two to three thousand years. The Dark Demonic Wolf had been away from the Evernight Goddess's attention for a long time. It was very likely that there would be some changes in "His" personality and style. If he were to completely follow the information provided by the Evernight Goddess to plan his actions, there was a high chance that he would make the mistake of using an expired map to bombard a target.
Under the immense pressure given by the True Creator and Amon, the possibility of the Dark Demonic Wolf transforming isn't low … It might even become a pervert. Perhaps it's so mentally repressed that it's half-mad … Klein couldn't help but lampoon inwardly.
The Dark Demonic Wolf in his words could actually be seamlessly switched to Klein Moretti or Zhou Mingrui. All he needed to do was change the sentence to future tense.
There was another reason why Klein insisted on pursuing the Dark Demonic Wolf's past. It was an attempt to deceive Amon, making it difficult for "Him" to guess that he had already grasped the key information.
Of course, this might not be enough to fool the God of Deceit. Klein's main goal was to obtain a mental victory so as to adjust his overly repressed mental state. He didn't need to seek Miss Justice for treatment.
Yes, from the looks of it, the Dark Demonic Wolf still maintains the clarity and rationality of the late Second Epoch. It's not as manic, bloodthirsty, and crazy as it was when it first fused with the other Beyonder characteristics … "His" most important personality trait doesn't seem to have changed. "He" is still that suspicious. "He" doesn't even trust "His" marionettes. Once "He" decides to migrate, "He" will leave behind all the marionettes "He" previously had and erase all connections … Also, the Dark Demonic Wolf seems to have migrated from the east … As he thought, Klein suddenly stopped. In the darkness without the stars or the crimson moon, he relied on his spiritual intuition to cast his gaze in a particular direction.
His expression gradually turned solemn as he raised his right hand and pressed down on his half top hat.
Then, Klein adjusted his direction and walked in the direction his gaze was pointing at.
It was the east.
In the endless darkness, the lantern in his hand dragged out a lonely shadow. His knee-length trench coat was almost the same color as the distant night. His footsteps were a little faster than before.
…
Baekeland, Empress Borough, inside the Hall family's luxurious villa.
Audrey sat in front of the dressing table and began to seriously consider how to make the release of "bait" appear reasonable.
During this process, she suddenly thought of something.
That was, if she wanted to head to the vicinity of the Beyonder gathering to "monitor" the thoughts of the participants, she lacked a fast and convenient method.
As a Sequence 4 demigod, she couldn't fly, nor could she "Teleport," much less use flames to secretly "Jump." It would be fine if it was late at night, as she could use dreams as a springboard to "Shuttle," but during the day and evening, she could only rely on her feet.
Hmm … Actually, my speed isn't slow, but if I were to run faster than a steam locomotive, I would definitely attract attention … There are so many powerhouses in Baekeland, so there's no lack of existences that can see through my Psychological Invisibility … Similarly, in my dragon form, I can fly, but it's just too eye-catching … At present, I can only let my consciousness and Spirit Body enter the sea of collective subconscious, and I can't bring my body in … After some thought, Audrey could only consider purchasing Sealed Artifacts or mystical items that had the ability to "Travel." She also decided to travel through dreams where there were dreams. If there weren't, she would walk, take a car, or take the subway.
What a simple demigod … Yes, it's no wonder her full name is demigod. Those terrifying Beyonder powers are the side of a god, and these are the side of a human … Audrey gave a self-deprecating laugh as she pulled her thoughts back on track.
…
Baekeland, Hillston Borough.
Sitting by the fireplace, Fors had a book spread open on her thigh as a pad for the letter.
She held a fountain pen and stared at the horizontal lines on the paper and the tarot cards scattered on the ground. She didn't move for a long time.
"What's wrong? You don't want to lie to your teacher? No, what you wrote is the truth … You don't want to plot against your teacher? "Xio walked over, squatted down, and looked up into Fors's eyes.
Fors shook her head.
"No, it's not because of that.
"I do feel a little guilty, but I know that this is a good thing for him and the House of Abraham.
"I'm just hesitating. I have a nagging feeling that our fates will change after writing this letter."
"Ah?" Xio was somewhat taken aback when she heard that. She didn't quite understand what her friend meant.
Fors slowly exhaled and said, "The war from before and now isn't that dangerous for us.
"The war from before and now isn't actually that dangerous for us. We have the ability to avoid it, obtain the corresponding resources, and continue our peaceful lives. Therefore, my feelings towards it aren't that deep.
"We are like people standing beside a torrent. We could have watched everything from the sidelines, but after writing this letter, we might be swept into the torrent by the surging waves."
Xio listened quietly as she gaped her mouth and pursed her lips.
She pursed her lips and said, "If not for this matter, do you think we can avoid the torrent of fate?"
As she spoke, she picked up a tarot card from the ground.
The surface of the card depicted an angel blowing a horn and the dead.
The Judgment card.
Fors looked at the tarot card for a while, closed her eyes, and combed her hair.
She smiled and said, "I understand.
"This is our inescapable fate."
After praying to Mr. Fool and obtaining the Magicians card, they were destined to an inescapable fate.
The fountain pen in Fors's hand finally landed on the letter.
…
Pritz Harbor.
Dorian Gray Abraham, who had long left the Fishermen's Association and changed his identity, opened the letter sent by his student.
As he quickly scanned through it, his expression changed from shock, joy, and confusion to horror.
Bang!
Dorian threw the letter in his hand and knocked the table in front of him, as if the piece of paper was cursed and hid a monster.
He retreated to the other side, pulled open a drawer, and took out some items. Then, he rushed to the door and prepared to leave.
When his right palm touched the brass handle, Dorian's movements suddenly slowed down and finally froze.
He slowly turned around and cast his gaze at the letter on the ground with a complicated look in his eyes.
After a few seconds, Dorian Gray Abraham slowly walked towards the letter. She walked very hesitantly, hesitantly, and struggled, but she didn't stop, as if she had been tempted by the devil.
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