While the residents of Constant were shocked by the miracle in front of them, Klein had already carried his suitcase and left the city with Arrodes.
After causing such a huge commotion, he was worried that Zaratul would lock onto his location, so he didn't dare stay any longer.
With his current level and strength, he wasn't too afraid of clashing head-on with Zaratul, but he didn't wish to be ambushed. To a Beyonder of the Seer pathway, being prepared and not being prepared were completely different. Once Klein exposed his location and didn't leave in time, he would be facing a prepared Zaratul. The outcome could be imagined: Even if he had become the owner of Sefirah Castle and had a chance to revive, there was still a considerable risk of him completely perishing.
Furthermore, he didn't know what state Amon was in. Was he still being chased by the True Creator? Was it possible for "Him" to suddenly appear beside him and "steal" everything?
With this thought in mind, Klein embarked on his journey once again.
…
In the basement of a house in Southville County.
The few Sequence 7 Beyonders of the House of Abraham had gathered here according to the agreement.
"… That's how it is." Dorian Gray described what her student, Fors, had told Mr. Door. "Years of exile and seal have made the Ancestor crazy. He can only occasionally regain his lucidity. Even if he speaks directly to 'Him,' he will have to suffer the malice that corrupts his mind."
A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses who looked like a university professor sighed.
"So that's how it is …"
His expression revealed a hint of relief, as though he could finally admit that the family's curse came from the Ancestor's cry for help.
After a second, the man said with a firm expression, "We have to think of a way to help the Ancestor escape.
"We have to think of a way to help the Primogenitor escape. Only then can the curse on us be completely removed."
"Verdu, are you crazy? Letting a crazy King of Angels return will destroy the entire family! "Dorian couldn't help but reprimand him.
The man named Verdu looked at the rest of the family members and said with a sunken expression,
"Therefore, we have to quickly let the Ancestor return to the real World while he still has a portion of his consciousness!
"Once he escapes the state of being exiled and sealed, he will definitely gradually regain his rationality with enough anchors.
"Dorian, you've fallen! You no longer want to restore the glory of the family and return us to the top of the Northern and Southern Continents. You only want to live a stable but mediocre life! Besides, can you be sure that Mr. Fool will always provide protection? Perhaps one day, he will be like the Seven Gods and no longer respond to most prayers. "
Dorian was silent for a few seconds.
But the risk in this aspect is definitely lower than helping the Ancestor escape. Ever since I believed in Mr. Fool and prayed to "Him" devoutly, I haven't been affected by the full moon's ravings for many months. If not for the fact that I'm no longer young, I'm confident that I can consume the potion and become a Sequence 6 Scribe.
"Even so, if I'm given more time, I still have a high chance of advancing.
"Even people like me who are older than a certain age can do it. Our next generation, and the generation after that, will definitely be able to break away from their original limitations and have the chance to push open the door to becoming a demigod."
Upon hearing Dorian's words, the two men and two women nodded gently in agreement.
They had already gotten a number of their descendants to convert to Mr. Fool, and after a few months of observation, they confirmed that it was effective. They planned on praying to Mr. Fool themselves.
Seeing that Verdu's expression wasn't too good, Dorian softened her tone.
"More importantly, we don't have the strength to complete the ritual at all. No matter which pathway a demigod is, they aren't easy to deal with. Among them, the demigods corresponding to the Seer and Marauder are known for being cunning, bizarre, and dangerous. Even if we're willing to sacrifice ourselves and use a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, it'll be very difficult to capture them. "
Verdu nudged his gold-rimmed glasses and slowly exhaled.
"I won't stop you from converting to The Fool. If you can get that existence to help the Ancestor escape, that would be the best development. But before that, I'll do my best to prepare the ritual. Dorian, you have to remember that the bloodline and glory of the House of Abraham comes from the Ancestor. Without 'Him,' there wouldn't be us.
"If this matter requires a sacrifice, I'll be the one to do it."
With that said, he stood up, put on his top hat, and walked to the exit of the basement.
Dorian watched him leave and sighed after a long while.
"Verdu has been studying all kinds of mysticism information, hoping to find a way to completely resolve the family's curse. I believe that such persistence has already fused into his bloodline …"
The other members of the House of Abraham nodded one after another.
"After he confirms that he can't complete the ritual, he will likely give up …"
They also secretly hoped that Verdu could succeed, but they felt that it was almost impossible.
…
On Blue Mountain Island, where the City of Generosity was located in Bayam, a private harbor that originally belonged to the Resistance.
A group of workers who had just finished setting up the gas pipes were about to find a place to rest and wait for the carriage sent by the Church of the Sea God to take them back to Bayam when they saw the "half-giants" who were said to have come from the northern islands of Feysac carrying heavy grayish-white stones as they walked over.
These workers had participated in the construction of the harbor, the cathedral, and the art gallery, so they knew how heavy the grayish-white stones were.
They remembered that with the help of logs, horses, and machinery, it was very difficult for people to move similar stones, but the "half-giants" here were as easy as carrying toys.
This kind of power was simply exaggerated to the extreme.
When Derrick saw that the outer walls and some of the buildings had already been built under the efforts of the City of Silver's team of explorers, he nodded and said to Candice and Liaval,
He nodded and said to Candice and Liaval, "It's time to return to the City of Silver and tell the Chief about the situation here."
None of the members of the City of Silver's explorers objected. They excitedly agreed with Elder Derrick's decision.
Although they hadn't been here for long, they had already deeply fallen in love with their new "hometown." They fell in love with the warmth of the sun and the tranquility of the crimson moon's night. They couldn't wait to let their family and friends experience and enjoy it as well.
Seeing this, Derrick subconsciously straightened his back a little. He controlled himself and didn't let a smile surface as he calmly said to Candice,
He calmly said to Candice, "Return to the City of Silver with me and inform the Chief and the other Elders of the six-member council of the situation here.
"Yes, Jinord, you too. Liaval, you're in charge of maintaining order here."
He was worried that he wouldn't be able to gain the trust of the current Chief, Waite Chirmont, and the others, so he pulled in two more companions.
After handing over the corresponding matters, Derrick led Candice and Jinord to a secluded spot in the new City of Silver. He lowered his head, clasped his hands, and prayed to Mr. Fool, making a wish to immediately return to the City of Silver.
Silently, the scene around them first became blurry and stretched. Then, it stabilized and quickly became clear.
In front of them, a city wall with hair-like weeds fluttering in the wind appeared.
In just a few seconds, Derrick and his two subordinates returned to the entrance of the City of Silver.
"… This is a miracle …" Candice rubbed her eyes with the hand that wasn't holding a weapon as she praised from the bottom of her heart.
She had imagined many ways to return to the City of Silver, but she had never thought that she would return directly.
To her, this was a miracle bestowed by a deity.
Jinord shook the glass lantern in his hand and muttered thoughtlessly, "That's right.
"This is much brighter than an animal hide lantern …"
Before he could finish his sentence, he came to a realization and revealed a pure smile that didn't contain a hint of gloom.
This time, they would be the Dawn Envoys who would lead the residents of the City of Silver out of the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
Derrick heaved a sigh of relief and maintained his solemn expression.
"Let's immediately find the Chief and arrange for everyone to make preparations for the relocation."
He had heard from Mr. The Hanging Man that he was just short of success. He didn't wish for the City of Silver to have a similar outcome.
Therefore, he had to hurry up with the various matters that followed.
When they passed through the door, the residents of the City of Silver who were in charge of guarding looked curiously at the three pathfinders. They saw hope in their rosy, glowing faces.
"Liaval and the others haven't returned?" someone asked worriedly, afraid that the other members of the pathfinder team had already been sacrificed.
Derrick simply replied, "They're staying outside and building a temporary camp.
They're staying outside and building a temporary camp. "
The guards didn't ask further, afraid that they would waste time. They watched Derrick and the others head for the twin towers.
Not long after, Derrick, Candice, and Jinord met Chief Waite Chirmont and the other members of the six-member council. They described the key points of what their team had seen and heard in the outside world.
At the end of the report, they even took out pocket watches, music boxes, and other exquisite mechanical creations as proof.
Apart from Waite Chirmont, who was more than 2.5 meters tall and had a dark blue symbol tattooed on his head, the other members of the six-member council looked at each other and sighed.
"Your experience is like a beautiful dream. No, I can't even dream of such a scene."
With that said, his expression turned solemn.
"Has the dungeon that stores the Sealed Artifacts been built?"
"This is the first building we completed." Derrick gave a very certain answer.
Waite nodded slightly and immediately issued an order.
"Get everyone to gather at the training ground with the necessary items.
"In order to prevent any accidents, we will directly pray to Mr. Fool and ask 'Him' to transfer us over."
At this point, Waite thought for a moment.
"Mr. Fool previously sent down an oracle to get us to wait another three hours for the ancient survivors from Moon City to rendezvous. However, this doesn't stop us from making preparations ahead of time.
"Also, tell everyone that the living environment in Moon City is very difficult. Many people have already shown signs of abnormalities. We have to look at them normally."
Although the City of Silver had Black-Faced Grass as their staple food, they would still eat the flesh and blood of monsters from time to time to replenish their strength. This caused deformed children to occasionally be born among them. Therefore, everyone was no stranger to this phenomenon.
"Alright!" The other members of the six-member council didn't hesitate to respond. They couldn't help but reveal excited expressions on their faces.
This time, they were no longer just seeing the dawn. They were welcoming the day.
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