In the City of Generosity, Bayam, in a rented apartment lit with gas wall lamps.
Verdu Abraham, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, held a thick stack of documents. Under the dim light, he read seriously, drawing a symbol from time to time to record the content that he felt would be useful.
He had left Rouen and come to the Rorsted Archipelago mainly to escape the attention of Dorian and the other family members. He wanted to study mysticism in peace and find an effective way to save his ancestor, Bethel Abraham, or rather, reliable knowledge that could reduce the difficulty of the ritual.
However, after more than half a year, he still didn't have any clues. It seemed that other than hunting Bizarro Sorcerers, Parasites, and Secrets Sorcerers, he had no other choice.
This left Verdu rather depressed, but he clearly knew how dangerous a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact was. Even if he was willing to sacrifice himself, he couldn't truly control it. It was difficult to guarantee what the final outcome would be.
And more importantly, he couldn't find a Bizarro Sorcerer or Parasite at all. They were saints who were known for their secretive whereabouts and strange styles.
Phew … Verdu put down the stack of documents in his hand and muttered to himself almost silently.
Could it be that I can only be like Dorian and the rest and place my hopes on The Fool?
At the thought of The Fool, Verdu couldn't help but frown. This was because there were more and more half-giants promoting the faith of The Fool in Bayam. It was to the point that even he, who rarely went out, had heard of it.
This made him suspect if he had arrived near the headquarters of the Church of The Fool.
If it wasn't for the fact that the mysticism knowledge secretly circulating in the Rorsted Archipelago exceeded Verdu's expectations, and that many of them were extremely useful even to the House of Abraham, he would've left Bayam a month ago and headed for the Southern Continent.
I can't stay here any longer. I should book a ticket to East Balam as soon as possible … Just as Verdu made the decision, he felt a little shaken. Dorian and The Fool probably won't expect me to be hiding in the area where their headquarters can reach. Rosell The Great once said that the most dangerous place is also the safest place …
Amidst his hesitation, Verdu put down the documents, extinguished the wall lamp, and walked to his bedroom with the help of the moonlight outside the window.
At the corner of the balcony in his room, a figure suddenly jumped out of the darkness and jumped over the railing.
The figure was like a feather, light and weightless. When it landed on the ground from a height of more than ten meters, it didn't cause any commotion.
Following that, the figure followed the shadows of the street and sneaked to the vicinity of the Church of the Sea God before climbing up the bell tower.
Then, 'he' took out a pen and paper, scribbled a report on tonight's surveillance footage, and stuffed it into a crevice.
After the figure left, about to leave, about fifteen minutes later, the sound of the wind suddenly sounded. to of it.
The report was pulled out of the crevice by an invisible hand, and flew undulating into the distance in the gale that blew past, like a bat spreading its wings in the night.
"of" of of "Of Of" The Of "Had" King. by "To" of the "Church" of God. in.
Even in the dark deep sea, Alger could see everything around him clearly.
Verdu's intention of leaving Bayam is becoming clearer … Alger nodded indiscernibly and concluded inwardly.
Over the past half a year, he had been monitoring the member of the House of Abraham according to Mr. Fool's instructions, but he didn't discover any abnormal actions from him.
When Verdu left the Rorsted Archipelago, his mission would be considered complete.
However, Alger didn't want it to end just like that. He believed that he hadn't made enough contributions. All he did was simply monitor an ordinary Sequence 7.
The Hermit had already obtained the Sequence 3 Beyonder characteristic from Queen Mystic and had gathered the corresponding supplementary ingredients. He was busy preparing for the ritual. This gave Alger a lot of psychological pressure. Of course, apart from monitoring Verdu, he had also done many things according to Mr. Fool's intentions. However, even he felt that there was still a huge gap between him and the identity, status, and strength of a Sea God.
For a moment, Alger wanted to use all sorts of methods to indirectly force Verdu Abraham to expose his problems, but in the end, he gave up on this idea. This was because he couldn't be sure if Mr. Fool had good or bad intentions towards the target.
Previously, when the City of Silver and Moon City were selling Beyonder characteristics and potion formulas, Alger had purchased some from the Tarot to nurture a team of Beyonders that was independent of the Church of the Storm. They were loyal to him and hid in the darkness. This was the source of the people monitoring Verdu.
Currently, most of the team with less than ten members were Sequence 9, and only a small number had advanced to Sequence 8.
As for where Alger got the money to buy the Beyonder characteristics and potion formulas, the answer was very simple.
As a cardinal who led a diocese, Alger could easily "save" a sum of money for himself. And during that period of time, the mines, plantations, spice estates, and factories in the Rorsted Archipelago had been sold at a price lower than their original value. As long as he had the ability to buy them, he would be able to make a huge profit after a while.
More importantly, the Church of the Storm's headquarters was also quite interested in the Beyonder characteristics and potion formulas sold by the City of Silver and Moon City. They had provided a large sum of money for the purchase. As for the person who handled it, it was undoubtedly the Rorsted diocese's cardinal, Alger Wilson. It was understandable that there would be losses in such a process.
Retracting his thoughts, Alger decided to use his Shadow Guard to sell some mysticism knowledge to some Beyonder circles in Bayam so as to bait Verdu Abraham and stall him for as long as possible.
The main reason is that the City of Silver's proselytizing has frightened that gentleman … Alger shook his head and muttered to himself.
He then destroyed the report in his hand and walked back into the cathedral.
…
At dawn, a young man walked out of the hotel and leisurely enjoyed the early morning scenery of Bayam.
He had just bought a "Teana" drink from a vendor, which was packaged in a fruit shell, when he suddenly felt a large shadow appear beside him.
The young man turned his head and looked up bit by bit. He saw a half-giant nearly 2.5 meters tall walking over.
"Sir, may I have some of your time? I would like to tell you about our guide and savior, Mr. Fool. "The half-giant bent down and tried his best to make his smile appear amiable.
The young man drank a mouthful of Teana, pointed to the side, and nodded with a smile.
"Alright, but not here."
He then walked to a spot that didn't block anyone, and the half-giant that looked extremely oppressive followed him gently.
"You can speak now." The young man didn't hide his curiosity at all.
The tall and stout half-giant's expression turned solemn.
"My Lord calls himself The Fool. In the past, present, and future, he is the great ruler that rules over the spirit world. He is also the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck. He is also the guide that every living being pursues eternity.
"My Lord resides above the real world and the spirit world. His benevolence spreads throughout Heaven and the land. Beside 'His' throne, there are a total of six angels …
"The Angel of Mercury is the embodiment of fate, the angel that my Lord dotes on the most. The Angel of Death is the existence that has followed my Lord the longest, the consul of the Underworld. The Angel of Redemption is my Lord's horn, the messenger of 'His' revelation. The Angel of Life is the crystallization of wisdom, the inextinguishable spirituality in everyone's body."
Upon hearing this, the young man laughed.
"Your Lord sure is impressive. He actually has so many angels with titles serving him."
"Not only that," the half-giant replied gently. "Beside the Lord's divine throne is the Angel of Retribution. 'He' is the Lord's lightning, the Lord's wrath, and the Lord's palm. 'He' is the judge and executioner of all the fallen and unclean.
"In contrast to the Angel of Retribution is the Angel of Time. 'He' was the 'King' of ancient times. 'He' eventually submitted to my Lord and struck the bell of Heaven for 'Him.'"
"Impressive, impressive," the young man praised from the bottom of his heart.
Upon hearing such a response, the half-giant couldn't help but smile. Then, he tried his best to describe the various miracles that Mr. Fool had performed. Finally, he said, "It's already been fifteen minutes, so I won't waste your time.
"It's already been fifteen minutes, so I won't waste your time. If you're interested, you can go to 16 Phillips Street's The Fool cathedral to learn more. This is our largest cathedral in Bayam City. Heh heh, the rest are still in planning."
The young man nodded.
"If I'm free, I'll take a look."
After watching the half-giant turn and leave, the young man smiled as he took out a crystal monocle from his pocket and wore it on his right eye.
…
The half-giant returned to a restaurant and changed into a chef's uniform.
"Balder, did you go preach again?" the restaurant owner asked with a smile.
Back when the Industry Association recommended this half-giant to learn culinary skills, he was rather resistant. He had a nagging feeling that the other party could kill him with a flick of his arm. Furthermore, he didn't seem like someone with culinary talent.
But now, he was very satisfied with Balder. Not only was this half-giant honest, obedient, and able to endure hardship, but he was also a strong deterrent. It made the thugs on the street not dare to have any designs on the restaurant.
The only problem was that Balder would go out once every morning to preach the faith of The Fool.
Of course, as it wasn't during working hours, the restaurant owner couldn't say anything, nor did he mind.
Balder smiled honestly and walked into the kitchen.
He nodded when he heard that, "I can teach you how to roast fish today."
Bonn looked rather normal, but his two eyes looked awkward. He wasn't too deformed, and he was the kind of Moon City citizen who had the courage to communicate with outsiders. He nodded when he heard that.
"I'll have to pray later. Mr. Fool has sent down a revelation, asking everyone in Moon City to make a wish to 'Him' at nine in the morning, hoping that there will be no more deformities. "
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