To leave a legend in nine places outside the planet … Isn't that the cosmos? Klein looked at the potion formula in his hand and nearly frowned.
He felt that this was even more dangerous than the advancement ritual of a Miracle Invoker.
Although the Box of the Great Old Ones and the two Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts in the House of Abraham, as well as a number of Grade 1 Sealed Artifacts, had the ability to send people into the cosmos, making the ritual not seem difficult, Klein clearly remembered that the ascetic leader of the Church of Evernight, Arianna, had once warned him that the cosmos contained extremely terrifying corruption. It was dangerous to even understand it unless one was at the level of an angel.
If one isn't a Planeswalker, they will be corrupted by the cosmos, and to become a Planeswalker, one has to roam the cosmos … This has become a dead end that can't be resolved … Perhaps the House of Abraham has records of relatively safe places in the cosmos. I can't be too pessimistic … Also, I have to use divination to verify the authenticity of this formula when I return … Dorian won't lie to me, but that doesn't mean that he won't be lied to by others … Klein retracted his gaze and looked at Dorian Gray Abraham.
"Where are the Planeswalker Beyonder characteristics?"
Dorian, who had already memorized The Fool's honorific name, thought for two seconds and said, "Two are in our family in the form of Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts.
"Two of them are in our family in the form of Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts. One of them has evolved into the Box of the Great Old Ones. It's said that one is in the hands of the Demoness Sect, and one is in the hands of the Church of the God of Combat. The last one has gone missing since the Second Epoch.
If I can use the Box of the Great Old Ones to exchange for one of the two relatively normal Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts in the House of Abraham, I don't have to worry about obtaining the Planeswalker Beyonder characteristic, but the advancement ritual is really a headache … Furthermore, the essence of this ritual is clearly to leave a mark in the cosmos. No matter how I change it, I can't bypass the cosmos … Klein controlled his expression and nodded at Dorian.
"I hope you can find the answer when the crimson moon turns round."
With that said, his figure quickly faded. He had already reached the limit of Fors's endurance.
Dorian watched as German Sparrow "left" just like that. She subconsciously looked down at the piece of paper with The Fool's honorific name in her hand and realized that it had turned illusory and vanished.
"…" Dorian was unable to find the correct answer from the various Beyonder powers recorded in her family's records. She turned to look at Fors and opened her mouth, planning to ask.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart and his pupils dilated.
Oh no! The curse was about to activate! Dorian hurriedly took out a small metal bottle from a hidden pocket in her clothes. She unscrewed the cap, brought it to her mouth, and gulped it down.
Dang!
He was in such a hurry that the lid of the metal vial fell to the ground.
Fors watched as her teacher's face turned pale and clutched his chest. For a moment, she couldn't react to what had happened.
As a former surgeon, she quickly made a judgment and hurriedly said, "I'm fine.
"Teacher, do you have heart disease?
"Did you bring any special medicine?"
After asking the last question, Fors realized that she had been too anxious and concerned, making her appear a little silly.
The bottle that Teacher drank just now was definitely the special medicine!
"Do you need any more help? I have the ability to record a Doctor, "Fors asked again when she saw her teacher's expression ease up.
Dorian shook her head, indicating that she was fine.
At the same time, he sighed inwardly.
It's because you didn't act according to plan and directly "summoned" German Sparrow in the room, preventing me from having the time to drink the medicine. That's why I'm in this state.
…
Sonia Sea, the capital of the Rorsted Archipelago, the City of Generosity, Bayam.
The Blue Avenger docked at the harbor in the evening.
Previously, the Church of the Storm's destruction of Sonia Island's maritime communications had finally attracted the demigods of the Feysac Empire. Many "captains" had died in the line of duty as a result, and the fleet had suffered an extremely serious blow.
Alger Wilson and his crew, who had been waiting for an opportunity to attack the harbor in the island's primeval forest, managed to escape the attack. After the Church of the Storm and the Rouen Navy announced that the battle had basically achieved its goal and could end, they returned to Pasu Island to rest.
After that, Alger deliberately requested to fight. He appeared pious, hot-blooded, and impassioned. He was praised by the cardinals.
Because he was familiar with the Rorsted Archipelago, there was no doubt that he was sent here to strengthen the naval forces of this important colony.
Of course, in order not to contradict his past identity and to leave clues for other matters in the future, Alger and his crew arrived in Bayam under the guise of being recruited as pirates.
In this war, many pirates were recruited and became an effective supplement to the navies of various countries, just like mercenaries in the early and middle Fourth Epoch.
While there was still some light in the sky, Alger got off the ship and headed straight for the Church of Waves where Sea King Jaan Kottman was.
As a Sequence 5 Ocean Songster, he was already qualified to meet the cardinal of the Church of the Storm, a high-ranking deacon of the Mandated Punishers.
As he walked, Alger suddenly saw a familiar face.
It was a middle-aged man in a formal suit, a bow tie, and glasses. He looked rather refined, but Alger knew very well that he was a believer of Sea God Cavituis. He had once been a pirate, and now, he was a merchant who did business in both the underworld and in the underworld.
"Ralph, long time no see." Alger greeted the illegitimate son of Rouen, Feysac, and Rorsted.
Ralph was taken aback, as if he couldn't recognize the captain of the Blue Avenger.
"Alger? Captain of the Specter Ship? "he asked in surprise after a few seconds.
Alger smiled.
"Have I changed a lot?"
Ralph furrowed his brows slightly and replied,
"Your temperament has changed a lot. You're more like the sea and dark clouds before a storm."
You have good taste … But I'm just deliberately showing it … If I didn't have such changes after consuming the Ocean Songster potion, I wouldn't look like a member of the Church of the Storm … Alger sighed.
"Because there are too many things to worry about.
"Now, I've been hired by the Church of the Storm."
Ralph's eyes narrowed slightly. He suddenly felt a sense of wariness in his heart, but on the surface, he laughed.
"This is indeed a good thing, if there is no war."
Alger glanced at the spot where Ralph had come from and asked, "What's wrong?
"Since when was there a school here?"
At a glance he could see the four-story building, the cement playground, the garden lawn, and many children playing happily.
The children's skin was darker, but some of them were not as tanned as the natives. Their hair was only a little naturally curly, but it was not too obvious.
There was no doubt that part of it was mixed blood.
Ralph looked back and sighed with a smile.
"Didn't you donate money to my charity fund?
"Under God's guidance, I built schools in several major cities on the island to provide education, meals, and boarding for these discriminated children.
"Our childhood was not bright enough. I don't want them to be the same."
While Ralph replied, Alger kept staring at the school. Only after he said that did he retract his gaze.
"I thought you would take at least half."
Ralph could not help but laugh.
"Looks like I left a bad impression on you.
"What do you think of this school?"
Alger sized him up for a while.
"Do you think I'm someone who has been to school?"
He paused for a moment before continuing.
"Which street is your charity fund on? I might need you for something in the future. "
Recalling that he had been hired by the Church of the Storm, Ralph didn't dare to expose his connection with the Resistance.
He chuckled and said, "Donations are fine, but there's no need to come for anything else."
After giving him the address of the charity fund, Ralph returned home. He went up to the second floor and knocked on the door of a particular room.
"Lord Dhaniz, I have something to report."
Inside the room, a deep and dignified voice replied.
"Come in."
…
Baekeland, Cherwood Borough.
Dorian, who rented a house here, walked to the window and watched the Sun set as the sky gradually darkened.
The crimson moon would be full tonight, and the curse of the House of Abraham would descend once again.
Dorian hadn't shaved for days. Around his mouth, the sides of his cheeks, and his lower jaw, there was a white beard. It was a stark contrast to his middle-aged appearance.
After looking for a while, Dorian lowered his head and chanted in Jotun.
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era …"
After finishing his prayer, he returned to the middle of the room and found a sofa to sit on. He waited for the crimson moon to rise, waiting for the period when his spirituality was at its strongest.
At that moment, above the gray fog, in the ancient palace, Klein had already sat in the seat belonging to The Fool. He beckoned for a paper figurine.
Under the protection of Sefirah Castle's power, the paper figurine passed through Dorian's prayer light and landed on him.
During this process, Klein deliberately didn't show his effects, allowing the "angel" to silently hug Dorian.
He felt that if Mr. Fool made his presence too obvious, it would instead scare the members of the ancient family, so he chose to keep a low profile.
The process of waiting for the outcome was always torturous. From time to time, Dorian would take out his pocket watch and snap it open to take a look. He wanted to know how long it would be before the full moon's spirituality was at its strongest — this could be calculated using his knowledge of mysticism.
Finally, when it was almost midnight, Dorian instinctively bent down, hoping to reduce the pain brought about by the curse.
However, as time passed, there was only silence in his ears. There was no buzzing of ravings.
The crimson moonlight passed through the window and shone on Dorian. He looked up in a daze and felt that his surroundings were peaceful, tranquil, peaceful, and indifferent. Nothing abnormal had happened.
Dorian then looked out the window and saw the crimson full moon. It was holy, dignified, gentle, and dreamy, as though it was hanging in his heart.
After a moment of silence, Dorian lowered his head, took out his pocket watch, and opened it.
"…" He raised his right hand and rubbed his eyes, covering his face. He didn't loosen his grip for a long time.
The white beard on his face gradually became messy, stained with tears and snot.
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