With regards to Mr. World's request, Fors wasn't surprised. She nervously replied, "That's not a problem.
She replied nervously, "Okay, okay.
"What kind of deal is it?"
During this period of time, she had already exchanged letters with her teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham. Under Miss Justice's guidance, she had laid the groundwork.
World Klein chuckled hoarsely and said, "You don't have to tell him what I want for now.
"You don't have to tell him what I want for now. Just give him my chips and see if he's interested."
"Your bargaining chip is still the promise to remove the curse from the House of Abraham?" Magicians Fors cautiously sought confirmation.
Klein nodded and pointed at 0-61 on the long mottled table.
"It can also be this Box of the Great Old Ones."
Something that requires a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact to be exchanged for is definitely not simple … Be it Justice Audrey or The Hermit Cattleya, they suddenly came to this realization.
Magicians Fors placed more importance on the promise to remove the curse. This was because she had personally experienced it and knew how tragic her teacher's family was.
Without any hesitation, she solemnly replied, "Alright.
"Alright."
...
Baekeland, West Borough, in the basement of a house.
Saint Tenebrous Kesma, who was hiding in the shadows, suddenly grew out of the darkness.
He turned his head as though he was listening to something. The muscles on his face gradually twitched, not in patches, but bit by bit. Not only did they fail to connect with each other, but they even interfered with each other. It looked extremely strange.
In just a few seconds, Kesma revealed an expression of extreme pain. His skin tore apart inch by inch, and his flesh and blood squirmed as though they were boiling, mixed with a deep blackness.
With a thud, he fell to the ground and crawled towards the altar, spitting out large amounts of organs and shimmering points of light.
Saint Tenebrous's head was pressed tightly to the ground as he kept muttering to himself crazily:
Boutis is actually dead …
A Secrets Sorcerer with a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact died just like that …
"There was a tarot card at the scene, 'The Hermit' …
The two enemies are both saints. One is a Mysticologist, and the other is a Manipulator …
An organization that believes in The Fool and uses tarot cards as code names …
"German Sparrow … Aztec Eggers …
"…"
After muttering uncontrollably, Saint Tenebrous Kesma cried in frustration and pain.
"I repent, I repent, I repent …"
…
A few days later, in a certain room of an apartment in Pritz Harbor.
Dorian Gray Abraham, who had disguised herself, received a letter from her student, Fors.
He carefully checked it, and after confirming that there were no problems and no unusual signs, he picked up the letter opener and took out the letter inside.
The letter began with the usual greeting, and Fors went straight to the point:
"… We have already killed the Saint of Secrets, Boutis, and obtained the items on him …"
"…" Dorian, who had originally planned on skimming through it, was suddenly stuck on this sentence. She read it back and forth several times, forgetting to continue reading.
Dorian had a deep understanding of how strong Boutis was, and she knew very well how terrifying a Secrets Sorcerer was.
But now, the new student he had taught for more than a year had told him in a very calm tone that she had already taken care of Boutis.
For a moment, Dorian's mind was filled with thoughts like "impossible," "lies," and "conspiracy." She suspected that Fors had already been controlled by Boutis and the Aurora Order.
In any large faction, a Sequence 4 Beyonder was an absolute upper echelon. They were very important members, so how could they be killed so easily!?
Dorian's Adam's apple squirmed as she forced herself to focus and continued reading the contents of the letter.
"… We've obtained the Box of the Great Old Ones. I believe you're no stranger to it …"
After reading another line, Dorian's eyelids twitched a few times. He felt that the letter in his hand was as heavy as a boulder.
Of course, he was no stranger to the Box of the Great Old Ones. This was the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact of the House of Abraham, proof of their former glory.
… The one who was killed was Boutis, who held the Box of the Great Old Ones … As Dorian grew more and more alarmed, he felt that things had exceeded his imagination. At the same time, he inexplicably felt that it wasn't impossible. Perhaps the one who killed Boutis was actually the Box of the Great Old Ones.
He knew very well how dangerous that Grade 0 Sealed Artifact was!
At the same time, he finally noticed a word:
"We."
This was the first time Fors had indicated that she had companions and collaborators.
Of course, Dorian had long guessed it, but he tacitly didn't expose her.
As expected … Dorian sighed and eagerly read the rest of the content:
"… The operation against Boutis this time is because a friend of mine wishes to show his friendliness to you. He said that he's willing to use the Box of the Great Old Ones or the promise to remove the curse of the House of Abraham to make a deal with you. I wonder if you're interested? He doesn't know where you are, and I won't tell him. You can completely reject … "
The promise to remove the curse? Dorian skipped over the Box of the Great Old Ones and ruminated over the extremely important words to him.
After the previous few letters, he had completely understood the essence of the family curse. He was both sad and helpless. In the midst of the pain, there was a glimmer of hope.
Before this, who would have thought that the reason why generations of descendants of the House of Abraham had lost control was because of their ancestor's cry for help?
This was like a terrible joke from fate.
Dorian didn't know if Mr. Door understood the consequences of "His" actions, nor did he know how to describe his complicated feelings. However, he couldn't help but begin searching for a way to make Mr. Door return and completely remove the family curse.
This was an extremely unlikely path, but to the House of Abraham, it was enough. This was because a ray of light had finally appeared in the darkness.
After an unknown period of time, Dorian folded the letter and muttered to himself with a bitter smile,
"Friendliness … Such friendliness is really terrifying …"
After muttering to himself, he fell into silence again. His expression alternated between being gloomy and clear, as though he was struggling internally.
Gong!
The wall clock rang on time, jolting Dorian awake.
His expression gradually turned solemn as he finally made up his mind.
After making up her mind, Dorian felt much more relaxed. There was even a smile on her face.
He first burned Fors's letter, then packed his luggage and went straight to the steam locomotive station in Pritz Harbor.
He was going to Southville, but it wasn't to hide, but to make some preparations.
He planned on handing over the family items and potion formulas he had been keeping to a family member who had settled down there. Then, he would return to Pritz Harbor and head to Baekeland to meet his student, Fors, as Dorian Gray. He wanted to meet the powerhouse who had shown friendliness.
When the time came, he would consume a type of medicine in advance, allowing himself to suffer a strong curse that was rooted in his Spirit Body. He would have to consume another type of medicine at regular intervals to maintain his life. This way, even if he was controlled and couldn't commit suicide, he would die quickly because he didn't have the chance to consume the medicine. As his Spirit Body dissipated, he wouldn't leak any critical information.
For Dorian, this "journey" no longer concerned him with life and death.
For that fleeting hope, he was willing to give up his life.
…
Baekeland, North Borough, underground of Saint Samuel Cathedral.
Leonard, who had just had a case discussion with the Mandated Punishers, Machinery Hivemind, and MI9, returned to his office and sat down.
At this moment, Pallez Zoroast's slightly-aged voice echoed in his mind.
"They've finally found the exact location of the Jacob family's treasure trove and are about to enter."
"Ah?" Leonard was momentarily stunned, unable to react in time.
Previously, at the gathering of the Hermits of Fate, he had sold the news of Jacob's treasure trove. As no one knew what was inside, no one was willing to offer a high price. And Leonard's main goal wasn't to trade, so he only exchanged it for some rare spirits.
He immediately lowered his voice and said, "Don't worry.
"Old Man, how did you know?"
"Heh, I obviously sent an avatar to monitor the area," Pallez Zoroast replied in a bad mood. "Aren't you underestimating an angel of the Marauder pathway?"
Leonard laughed dryly.
"Old Man, you've recovered quite well. You even have an extra avatar."
"I'm already at the Sequence 2 level." Pallez Zoroast scoffed and said, "Don't go out next. Stay in the cathedral to prevent any accidents from happening."
"Are you worried that there's a trap in the treasure trove?" Leonard asked in thought.
"How can there be no traps in the treasure trove left behind by a Marauder angel?" Pallez Zoroast scoffed. "I can't predict what will happen, but staying in the cathedral's underground is definitely safe."
Leonard nodded and suppressed his voice.
"Let's hope everything goes smoothly. Old Man, you promised me that if you successfully obtained a Sequence 2 Beyonder characteristic, you would steal a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact from the items they obtained."
He didn't care if he gained anything, but mainly used this method to ease his sudden nervousness.
"Didn't you reject the word 'steal'?" After mocking him, Pallez fell silent, as though he was focused on monitoring the situation at Jacob's treasure trove.
About an hour later, "He" heaved a long sigh of relief in Leonard's mind.
"Although there were many traps and accidents, I ultimately achieved the desired goal. Heh heh, I only took the characteristic and one Sealed Artifact. The rest will be their payment.
"Don't be in a rush to leave. Wait for me to absorb the characteristic before leaving. When that happens, there won't be any problems."
Leonard immediately relaxed as he leaned back, crossed his legs, and leisurely read the newspaper.
In the evening, Pallez Zoroast finally spoke again.
"Alright."
"His" voice contained plenty of emotions, but as it was too complicated, Leonard couldn't tell.
Seeing that there was nothing else, and that Old Man might still need to digest, Leonard stood up and rubbed his temples. He left Saint Samuel Cathedral and returned to 7 Pinster Street.
Just as he passed through the porch, he suddenly saw a person sitting on the sofa.
The person was wearing a classic black robe and a pointed hat. His right foot was crossed over his left leg as he leisurely read a newspaper.
As though sensing Leonard's entrance, the person looked up and adjusted the monocle on his right eye as he revealed a teasing smile.
PS: Seeking monthly votes during the double period ~
PS2: Recommended book: I'll Become Stronger Even in Death. Ma Sha died and ran to the World where the greatest force was in the hands of scientists. This had an interesting Frankenstein system.
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