Although there weren't many prayers in the Storm cathedral at night, in order to avoid conflict, Klein chose to appear on the corridor that led to the garden.
"It's amazing …" Pasha muttered to herself as she looked at the surroundings that had stabilized.
Roy forcefully restrained his emotions and looked around.
"If the Grand Archbishop comes to the church to avoid the curfew, he should be in a similar place."
"If it weren't for the fear of accumulating crimes, an angel would have too many ways to hide from ordinary people." Klein casually said, "I'll send you to another cathedral later. Try your best to stay in places with glass windows and mirrors. Once you discover any outsiders suspected to be from Feysac, find an opportunity to draw a symbol …"
Before he finished speaking, his head suddenly turned and looked at the door leading to the garden in the prayer hall.
A figure over 2.6 meters tall slowly walked out. He wore a black robe with white edges, and his muscles bulged out the loose clothes.
This was an old man with a grizzled beard and a square hat. His eyes were light blue, and he had few wrinkles. He had an air of looking down on all living things.
The chief shepherd of the Church of the God of Combat, Larrion … Without needing to identify him, Klein's spiritual intuition told him that he was facing an angel, the reason he had come to the cathedral.
Larrion glanced at him and said with a little surprise,
"It's not Arianna …"
"He" immediately restrained the expression on "His" face and said rather indifferently,
"Looks like it's his helper.
"You can tell 'Him' that I've already reached an agreement with 0-02, which has been activated to a certain extent. I'll give up the seal on it in exchange for permission to leave. As for you, you will stay here and suffer the changes in the rules and the increasingly strict laws until you die completely …"
The Grand Patriarch did not seem to be worried that Klein would stop him at all, for as "He" spoke, "His" body was rapidly aging, and the surface of "His" skin was soon covered in wrinkles, growing senile spots, and flowing with rotting liquid.
In the blink of an eye, Larrion had aged to the point where he seemed to be about to evaporate from the world.
Then, he really turned into a putrid liquid and completely evaporated.
This impactful scene made Biles and company feel fear from the bottom of their hearts. They felt as though their minds were about to go haywire and their emotions were about to collapse.
This was as horrifying and terrifying as the countless worms that crawled out of the wound on Mr. Magician's wrist to form a new palm!
"Strange ability, related to dusk?" Klein did not stop Larrion at all. He just nodded as if he was thinking.
In Belltaine's corresponding Spirit World, Larrion's figure was outlined and returned to normal.
Right on the heels of that, "He" seemed to be able to control spirit world creatures as he passed through the invisible barrier and escaped the heavy restrictions of Belltaine City.
But just as Larrion began to "travel," his vision suddenly darkened, and he saw a dark and seamless "cloth."
It was like a wall that blocked Larrion's path!
Larrion cautiously stopped traversing and looked up at the infinite heights where the seven pure lights were. However, "He" could only see an illusory "curtain" hanging down from there, enveloping a portion of the spirit world corresponding to Belltaine, isolating "Him" from an independent World.
At the same time, Larrion's intuition as a Demon Hunter told "Him" that the barrier formed by the "curtain" was extremely sturdy and difficult to break through. It would take a lot of time and effort to do so.
For the Grand Patriarch, what was happening now was strangely comical, and he could not help but feel angry.
It was as if he had finally found the key to the secret chamber after much difficulty. When he had the chance to open the door and leave before anyone else did, he was shocked to find that there was an extra lock on the door of the secret chamber. It was a very strong lock!
It lacks any reality. It's an image from the Historical Void … This is fraud! No, it's outside Belltaine City, out of the jurisdiction of the rules … This historical projection should've existed here a long time ago. In less than two minutes, it won't be able to maintain itself and dissipate … Larrion quickly regained his composure, allowing the anchors and the inclination towards madness to form a balance again.
…
In the corridor of the Storm cathedral, Roy and the others, who had finally recovered, turned to look at Mr. Magician, whose status wasn't much lower than that of an angel.
Pasha hesitated for a moment and said fearfully,
"He, he seems to have escaped."
This way, there was no way to obtain information on 0-02's location. If they really relied on a carpet search, there would definitely not be enough time.
Furthermore, no one present knew what the terrifying Sealed Artifact looked like. The description that was similar to a book was too broad.
"We can only think of other solutions," Klein replied with the corners of his mouth curled up. "Do you have any suggestions?"
He had been waiting for Larrion to return and negotiate with him, but he realized that the Grand Patriarch would rather wait in the spirit world for the historical projection of the "curtain" to disappear. And although he could also enter the spirit world, he was unable to break through the strange barrier produced by 0-02's replacement rule.
As he spoke, Klein seriously considered other solutions as he allowed a small number of Worms of Spirit to control his body. He conversed with the Beyonders beside him in an attempt to find inspiration from their discussion.
"We should take the initiative to create a 'contradiction' similar to the one on Biles, allowing ourselves to be in a relatively safe state. Only then can we begin our search." Phil brought up the idea he had previously.
Pasha shook her head.
"But if we use this' contradiction 'to do something, 0-02 will definitely add new rules to resolve the corresponding problem."
"But at the very least, it can buy us more time," Phil emphasized.
"That can indeed be done," Roy agreed and added. Roy agreed and added, "But our focus should be on finding 0-02. Perhaps we can create some 'contradictions' that can make it reveal its location?"
As for what kind of "contradictions" could achieve such an effect, and how to create them, he had no idea at the moment.
A contradictory situation … Add a new rule to resolve it … Klein smiled as he listened quietly by the side. Thoughts clashed intensely in his mind, producing sparks.
At this moment, the surface of the magic mirror in his hand suffused an aqueous glow as silver words appeared:
"Pasha, do you want to know what the new contents of the noticeboard are?"
This mirror is asking me directly … Why is it asking me directly? Pasha was taken aback for a moment before she hurriedly nodded and replied,
"Yes."
The aqueous glow in the silver mirror fluctuated as it quickly restored the current state of the noticeboard.
Obviously, there were two more new rules.
"… The various cathedrals will close in advance in accordance with the curfew …"
"… All hotels will only accept guests who have registered their identity …"
Phil panicked.
"… Where do we go now?"
He could no longer think of how he, Roy, and Pasha could escape punishment.
Roy and Pasha exchanged looks as all sorts of thoughts surfaced in their minds, but none of them worked.
At this moment, Klein, who had been silent all this while, smiled and cast his gaze at Biles.
"Where's your house in Belltaine?"
"In a rental apartment at 18 Red Maple Street. However, that apartment has already collapsed from the bombardment," Biles answered in puzzlement.
Klein smiled.
"You can make a wish to restore your residence to its original state."
"… Is that possible?" Although the magical "magician" opposite him had healed Phil's severed hand with unbelievable abilities, Biles still felt that restoring a collapsed house to its original state was more difficult than that. After all, the military doctor Roy mentioned, Weber, could do it as well.
"Of course." Klein smiled and reminded him, "Make the best use of your time."
At that moment, the prayers in the cathedral were leaving one after another.
Biles didn't dare to delay any further.
He immediately said, "I wish for my home to be restored to its original state."
"Alright." Klein raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. "Your wish has been granted."
Huh? While Roy and company were in a daze, Klein activated "Teleport" once again and brought them to 18 Red Maple Street, stopping outside a two-bedroom room.
Biles looked blankly at the familiar wooden door in front of him. He subconsciously stretched out his right hand and pushed it open.
The cupboard, coal stove, bunk bed, wooden table stained with oil, and messy old newspapers all entered Biles's vision, causing his eyes to instantly turn moist.
Before the war broke out, when he returned from the mine, he would always see his mother busying herself by the coal stove. His father and brother would either make the best use of their time to make repairs or help deal with the spoiled fruits and vegetables. They would take on certain jobs that could be brought home to do. His young niece would learn the shapes of words from the scrapped newspapers under the guidance of her mother, who made matchboxes.
Although such a life was arduous and he didn't have the ability to withstand any risks, it was still a beautiful memory for Biles. It was many times better than the dark mine tunnels, heavy ores, and the supervisors' whips.
But now, even this tiny bit of beauty had been completely destroyed.
"Aren't you going to invite us in?" Phil stood at the door, not daring to trespass.
Biles snapped to his senses and hurriedly said, "Please come in.
Please come in. "
After entering the uninhabited house, Klein pulled a chair that could break at any moment and sat down. He fell silent.
Roy, Pasha, and company didn't dare to disturb the gentleman as they waited quietly by the side.
After twenty to thirty seconds, Klein suddenly looked around and said with a smile, "I have an idea that needs to be verified.
"I have an idea that needs to be verified. Who wants to cooperate with me?"
"Me," Roy replied without hesitation.
Klein said with a smile,
"Don't answer my questions truthfully later. I'm looking for loopholes in the rules that 0-02 has issued."
Roy nodded.
"No problem."
Klein then took out the magic mirror and said to Roy, "That's right.
"Ask it a question."
Roy thought for a while.
"Where can I go to find my next potion?"
On the surface of the silver mirror, a scene appeared. It was the Chief Shepherd of the Church of the God of Combat, Larrion, who was waiting in the spirit world!
"…" Roy's expression instantly stiffened. Then, he heard Mr. Magician say,
"It's your turn to answer its question. Remember, don't give the correct answer."
Roy quickly reined in his thoughts and looked at the mirror again. He saw that the scene in the mirror had turned into Mr. Magician himself, and there were a few lines of words written in blood:
"Who did you give your first time to?"
Roy instantly recalled the past as his face flushed red. Then, he answered according to Mr. Magician's instructions.
"Not sure."
"Liar!" The blood-colored words on the surface of the silver mirror instantly condensed into a terrifying word.
Pa!
A bolt of lightning that was not strong appeared out of thin air and struck Roy.
Roy twitched and screamed. His body was charred black and his hair stood up, but his life was not really in danger.
Biles, Pasha, and Phil jumped in fright, unsure of what had happened.
At this moment, Klein looked around and the corners of his mouth curled up a little.
"Look, Mirror wasn't punished for intentionally hurting people.
"There's a real opportunity here."
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