Baekeland, Cherwood Borough, 22 Hope Road, Hat Trick Inn.
The broad-shouldered and thick-armed Dorian Gray Abraham unconsciously paced back and forth in the room, waiting for her student Fors to visit.
No matter how calm he was and how mentally prepared he was, he couldn't help but feel nervous and apprehensive at the final moment when he really needed to face the answer.
After an unknown period of time, knocking sounds came from the door of the room.
Dorian listened to the rhythm for a few seconds, then took a deep breath, walked to the door, twisted the handle, and pulled back.
Outside the door was Fors with slightly curly brown hair, a dark dress, and tinted glasses.
Dorian habitually looked behind Fors. After confirming that no one was paying attention to them, she stepped aside and let the students pass.
At the same time, he glanced at Fors's hands and realized that his student was not carrying a suitcase.
Dorian immediately retracted her gaze and walked to the center of the room. She found a seat and sat down, then pointed to the sofa opposite her.
"Take a seat."
Fors cautiously lifted her skirt and sat down. She then took the opportunity to ask, "What's up?
"Good morning, teacher."
Dorian didn't get straight to the point.
"Did you really kill Boutis?"
"Yes." Fors took out a long and delicate cigarette case from a hidden pocket in her clothes. She opened it and showed Dorian what was inside.
It was a pair of pitch-black eyes that were frozen with an indescribable fear, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying before they died.
Dorian had been mentally prepared to receive a horrifying head made of blood and debris like the last time. However, the student did not carry any luggage and only took out a lady's cigarette box.
This made him think that it was a relic that could prove Boutis's identity, but the truth was once again beyond his expectations.
This was still Boutis's corpse, but there were less of it than Louis Wien's!
There's only a pair of eyeballs left … The spiritual intuition of an Astrologer made Dorian believe that the eyeballs belonged to Boutis.
Seeing that her teacher was silent and did not speak, Fors subconsciously explained,
"His body has completely collapsed and dissipated. Only his eyeballs are still intact."
She paused for a moment before continuing.
"This eyeball contains remnants of Boutis's horror before his death and the corruption from the Box of the Great Old Ones. It's a very powerful cursed item, so I didn't send it to you directly. That would cause the postmen who handled it to encounter something bad. They might even die unknowingly."
The corruption of the Box of the Great Old Ones … Dorian nodded in enlightenment and sighed with a smile.
"Did he eventually die in the Box of the Great Old Ones?
"This is really fate …"
Back when Boutis rebelled and attracted the Aurora Order, the first item they snatched was the Box of the Great Old Ones.
Fors had listened to Ma 'am Hermit and Miss Justice's recount of the battle spoils of war during the private gathering. She understood how beautiful and dangerous the battle she had missed was. At that moment, she thought and said,
"I guess so …"
"However, he had already begun to lose control before he was corrupted by the Box of the Great Old Ones."
Dorian wasn't surprised as she said to her student, "Put it away.
"Keep it. It's your spoils of war."
After Fors closed the cigarette box and placed it back into her secret pocket, Dorian leaned forward, clasped her hands, and pressed them against her nose.
"Boutis is one of the people with the most talent as an Apprentice I've ever seen. Who knew that he would end up like this …"
At this point, Dorian let out a long sigh, as though she was reminiscing about something and regretting something.
Fors didn't really understand the details of what had happened back then, so she didn't dare to speak rashly. She could only remain silent and wait for her teacher to walk out of his own emotions.
After about ten seconds, Dorian straightened her body and asked,
"How did you digest the Scribe potion?"
This was not only to show concern for the students, but also to accumulate experience and provide some reference for the other members of the family to teach the students.
Fors' expression suddenly became a little complicated, as if she had recalled something she did not want to remember.
"It's mainly because someone helped me. On the one hand, they helped me 'record' many strange or high-level abilities. On the other hand, they took me to many places in a few months and 'recorded' different folk customs and sceneries …"
Dorian was silent for a while and nodded.
"It's not easy to imitate …"
He then asked,
"German Sparrow?"
"Yes." Fors gave an affirmative response.
Dorian fell silent again.
"What kind of deal does he want?
"Or rather, what does he want?"
Fors pulled herself together and replied a little embarrassedly,
"He wants the Planeswalker potion formula and uses the Box of the Great Old Ones to exchange for one of the two Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts in your hands."
This price was definitely generous. Fors originally imagined that Mr. World was going to use his promise to exchange for the Planeswalker potion formula and Grade 0 Sealed Artifact. She never expected that there would be an additional Box of the Great Old Ones.
Of course, the promise of freeing the House of Abraham from the curse was definitely worth a lot to Dorian, but a promise was always a promise, and it might not be fulfilled.
Dorian wasn't surprised by German Sparrow's request for a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact. She was already mentally prepared. Instead, she felt that the conditions were unimaginably good. After all, there weren't many things in the House of Abraham that a demigod coveted.
He frowned slightly and said,
"What does he want the Planeswalker potion formula for?"
"I don't know," Fors answered honestly.
Dorian stood up and began pacing.
Suddenly, he stopped and looked at Fors.
"I need to meet him and talk to him before I can make up my mind."
"Alright." Fors agreed without any hesitation.
Dorian secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He prepared to send his student away before quickly taking out the potion and consuming it.
He had arranged to meet at this time because he knew that his curse was about to erupt. If anything were to happen, the enemy definitely wouldn't be able to communicate with his spirit in time.
However, after Fors stood up, she didn't walk towards the door. She stood on the spot and grabbed at the void in front of her.
Her arm suddenly sank as she quickly pulled back, dragging out a figure in a black trench coat and a silk top hat.
This figure had black hair and brown eyes. His facial features were deep and cold. He was none other than German Sparrow.
German Sparrow's eyes moved slightly as he quickly recovered from his daze, becoming no different from a real person.
"Teacher, he's here," Fors said solemnly. "He's the German Sparrow."
This made Dorian Gray Abraham's mouth gape slightly. She forgot to close it and didn't respond for a moment.
Although he came from an ancient family and knew many secrets, he was only a Sequence 7. There were many things that he couldn't truly imagine even after seeing the descriptions.
After Klein's consciousness returned, he reached into his clothes and took out a golden pocket watch.
He opened his pocket watch and glanced at it. Without any emotion, he said to Dorian,
"You have three minutes."
"He's exactly as rumored, cold, arrogant, and crazy …" Dorian didn't dare to waste any time and said straightforwardly,
"Give me a reason to believe your promise."
Klein closed the pocket watch and put it back inside his clothes.
"Actually, I've already grasped the ritual to make Mr. Door return."
Dorian's eyes lit up. Just as she was about to ask, she heard German Sparrow add calmly,
"But I'm not going to do that."
"Why?" Dorian and Fors were both confused, but one dared to ask, while the other didn't.
Klein looked out the window.
"Do you know about the pollution from the starry sky?"
Apart from true gods and angels, the House of Abraham definitely ranked first when it came to understanding the stars. Klein believed that they must have left some hints and obscure records.
Dorian nodded solemnly.
"I know."
"I suspect that Mr. Door has been corrupted by the cosmos." Klein gave a simple explanation. "As for my promise, it has a way to fulfill it now, but you may not be willing to. Plus, it doesn't completely remove the curse."
"What's the solution?" Dorian held back his surging excitement and asked.
Klein's expression instantly turned serious.
"You and the members of your family should convert to my Lord. That way, when the full moon and the blood moon arrive, you will receive protection and will no longer be troubled by the curse."
After completely digesting the Scholar of Yore potion, Klein no longer needed to pull people above the gray fog to avoid Mr. Door's ravings. He could directly use Angel's Embrace to resolve it. At present, the only thing he needed to worry about was that there might be more people in the House of Abraham, making it difficult for him to deal with the situation or the lack of spirituality.
"… Who is your master?" Dorian asked after a moment of silence.
Klein suppressed his shame and said solemnly,
"Honorable Mr. Fool."
"The Fool … Are you from the Antigonus family?" Dorian suddenly made some connections.
Klein shook his head, denying the other party's guess.
Dorian fell silent again, but considering that she only had three minutes, she hurriedly asked,
"Believing in him will save us from the curse?"
As a member of an ancient family, he knew very well how dangerous it was to believe in an unknown existence. He was afraid that after resolving Mr. Door's ravings, he would be burdened with other curses.
Klein answered frankly, "This is only a temporary solution.
"This is only a temporary solution. I will find a better solution for you."
Dorian nodded and hurriedly said, "This is only a temporary solution.
I'll try to believe in your Lord and give you the Planeswalker potion formula. If this can really temporarily resolve the curse, we'll complete the deal for the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact. "
He planned on using himself as an experimental subject to see if the method was effective. Furthermore, he didn't plan on telling the other members of the family. He wanted them to wait for the better solution mentioned by German Sparrow until they couldn't wait any longer.
"Alright." Klein took out a pen and paper from his pocket and wrote down The Fool's honorific name.
As for Dorian, she began using the crystal ball to help her recall and record the Planeswalker potion formula.
After the exchange, Klein cast his gaze at the supplementary ingredients and ritual.
"Supplementary ingredients: One Worm of Star, one Worm of Time, one Worm of Spirit.
"Advancement ritual: Leave behind a legend in nine places outside this planet."
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Divine King of the Nine Heavens
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