As Klein stared at it, scarlet flames suddenly appeared and engulfed him.
By the time the sparks scattered, his figure had already disappeared from Saint Samuel Cathedral.
In an ordinary hotel's empty room, Klein walked out of the suddenly rising flames and began to set up a bestowment ritual.
Soon, the mysterious door formed by candlelight opened, and an ancient ornament flew out from the boundless darkness and landed on the altar.
This accessory seemed to be made of gold. It was shaped like a slender bird, surrounded by pale-white flames that formed wings. Its bronze eyes shimmered with layers of light, as though there were illusory doors hidden within.
Klein sincerely thanked the Evernight Goddess, ended the ritual, and picked up the golden bird-shaped accessory.
This seems to be the image of the legendary Phoenix Ancestor, Gregrace …
Apart from its own pathway, this ancient Death seems to have grasped a portion of the authority of the Apprentice pathway. This can be confirmed from the ruins of the city that believes in the Phoenix in the Forsaken Land of the Gods …
It's no wonder most ancient gods find it difficult to control their emotions and are on the verge of madness. No, it's constantly wandering between madness and rationality … Before the first Blasphemy Slate appeared, all Beyonder creatures didn't have the concept of a Sequence pathway. They only had the instinct to converge, reproduce, and blind attempts … As Klein carefully examined the golden bird-shaped accessory, he sighed inwardly.
As the owner of Sefirah Castle, he could sense the subtle connection between this accessory and the River of Eternal Darkness.
That's why it can carry the river water of the River of Eternal Darkness? Yes, the river water of the River of Eternal Darkness is definitely not river water in the true sense of the word, but an abstract concept or symbol. Klein nodded thoughtfully and threw the golden bird-shaped accessory into Sefirah Castle, sealing it in the junk pile to prevent it from bringing about any unnecessary accidents.
…
On a mountain peak outside Bayam City.
The Red Angel evil spirit watched as the edge of the sea gradually lit up. An orange-yellow Sun slowly left the horizon.
At some point in time, a young man wearing a pointed hat and a classic black robe appeared beside "Him."
The man played with a crystal monocle and wore it on his right eye. He was none other than Amon, who had become Mr. Error.
Sauron Einhorn Medici turned to look at Amon.
"You actually used your main body as an offering."
"If it wasn't the main body, how could I steal the ritual in time and replace Bethel?" Amon replied with a smile, "As a qualified Conspirator, you shouldn't have thought of this."
The Red Angel evil spirit scoffed.
"How do I know you're not bluffing? Perhaps you predicted my prediction? "
Amon smiled and did not give a direct answer. Instead, he took out a strange crown covered in rust and blood.
"This is your reward." He threw the item to Sauron Einhorn Medici.
After the Red Angel evil spirit caught the strange crown, "He" was somewhat surprised.
"Oh, you didn't even try to renege on your debt."
"Doing something that doesn't match your thoughts is also a form of fraud." Amon pinched the monocle on "His" right eye and said with a smile, "I'm looking forward to you becoming a Red Priest and devouring that Demoness. When the time comes, your image will definitely be especially interesting."
When he said this, Amon's smile was filled with undisguised mischief.
Sauron Einhorn Medici fell silent for a moment.
"I don't think there will be any fundamental difference from now."
A bloody mouth split open on both sides of "His" face, and then quickly closed again.
Amon adjusted the monocle on "His" right eye and turned to look at the other side of the sea.
"The situation in the Western Continent seems very interesting."
With that said, Mr. Error, the former Angel of Time, turned into light and dissipated.
The Red Angel evil spirit looked in the direction Amon was looking and tossed the strange crown in "His" hand.
On both sides of "His" face, bloody mouths appeared again.
"After absorbing this Beyonder characteristic, it's best you stay away from Bansy."
"If you wish to grow breasts and be swollen all over, you can continue staying there."
Medici curled his lips.
"Shouldn't that be your wish?"
...
Facing the altar filled with materials and artifacts, Klein raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
The table in front of him became empty and clean in an instant, and all the miscellaneous items were sorted and returned to their original places.
This was a "miracle" that stemmed from some of the wishes that Klein had accumulated.
Compared to the Miracle Invoker and Attendant of Mysteries of the past, the "miracles" I can create can be said to be of many types. They're very practical, including but not limited to building houses, interior decorations, garbage sorting, environmental protection … Klein looked at the cleaned altar and laughed self-deprecatingly.
He then opened the door and left, walking towards the street.
He wanted to return to reality and human society to strengthen his humanity and stabilize his mental state. His current problem was rather troublesome. It involved the awakened will of the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings. If he couldn't suppress it first and directly seek out Miss Justice for treatment, it would only corrupt her and cause his psychiatrist to suffer from mental illness. Of course, if Miss Justice could reach the level of a Sequence 2, she wouldn't be affected too much.
Baekeland had already completed its reconstruction, and the number of pedestrians coming and going had returned to its peak. Just as Klein pushed open the hotel door, he heard all kinds of voices:
"Wait! Wait! "
"Fresh fish from Pritz Harbor. It has more meat and fewer bones. It's suitable for frying!"
"Special ginger beer with muffins and potato chips!"
"Fresh and hot oyster soup!"
"The freshest vegetables!"
…
Most of these voices came from the peddlers on the street. A small number came from the passengers who were chasing the public carriages or the pedestrians who had been hit by those who were in a hurry. The morning scene slowly unfolded with such a hubbub, noise, and chaos.
Klein listened to these unfamiliar yet familiar shouts as he quietly looked at the scene in front of him. He didn't move for a few minutes.
Only when a thief approached him did he put his hands into the pockets of his black coat and walked into the nearest coffee shop.
"A cup of good coffee, a serving of lamb stewed with tender peas, and a loaf of oat bread," Klein said to the owner of the cheap coffee shop.
"A total of 11 pence," the boss answered after doing some mental calculations.
Then, he added, "Everything has gone up in price."
"Everything has gone up in price these days."
Klein didn't say a word. He took out a one-soli note from the junk pile in Sefirah Castle and handed it to the boss.
He then found a seat by the window with a less greasy table and sat down. He pulled out a few tissues as a cushion.
Following that, Klein spread out the letter and took out a dark red fountain pen.
After looking at the early morning scenery and the passers-by for a while, he finally wrote:
"Dear Mr. Aztec,
"I haven't written to you for another month because I had no choice but to sleep for a period of time. This isn't because I was injured, but because of the ritual.
"When I woke up and walked into human society again, I suddenly recalled my life in Tingen when I walked onto the streets.
"Back then, the morning was always very noisy and noisy. A large number of citizens left their residences and rushed to the factories and companies. Itinerant peddlers gathered on the streets, peddling vegetables, cooked food, and fruits of questionable quality. They were always very cheap.
"I would protect my wallet and carefully squeeze through them to the station. I would wait for the public carriage with many people.
"I work at the Blackthorn Security Company at 36 Zouteland Street. I have a group of very good colleagues.
"Dunn Smith is the captain, the supervisor here. He's an experienced, kind, and responsible Beyonder. He has a gentle personality and does things in a capable manner. He loves all his team members equally, and his only flaw is that he doesn't have a good memory. He might forget things that aren't too important in the blink of an eye. He often says, "Wait, there's something else." Of course, there's a reason for this. He has lost too many companions, and he hopes that they will stay in his dreams. Therefore, he often can't tell what belongs to reality and what belongs to dreams.
"Old Neil was my first mysticism teacher. The most useful skill he taught me was reimbursement. He always designed all sorts of strange ritualistic magic in a bid to obtain the Goddess's help. Some of them succeeded, while others had ridiculous accidents. To this day, I can still recall them. He's a very kind person. Even if it's for his dreams, he doesn't want to hurt others.
"Leonard is a poet with his own secrets. At first, I thought he was very mysterious, a hidden Beyonder that needed to be taken seriously. Later, I realized that he's a crude, simple, impulsive, rebellious, easygoing, and impolite young man. Furthermore, he really doesn't have any literary talent. He can only rely on memorizing to complete his acting. Yes, he does have some strengths. He's considered brave, and he has a sharp intuition and terrifying reasoning ability. However, that's only limited to certain matters.
"Frye looks cold on the outside, and he's a Beyonder that people don't dare to get close to. But in fact, he's very responsible and passionate. He's always willing to lend a hand when others need help.
"Kenley is very short. He used to be a civilian staff member, but he later volunteered to become an official member. He's rather shrewd, but he never declines when he encounters a case. Every time he plays cards, he talks about his fiancée the most.
"Roshan is the receptionist at the Blackthorn Security Company. She's lively and a little lazy, and she's well-liked by everyone. To us, she's like a younger sister. She also likes every single one of us, but she hates all official members. This is because her father was once an official Beyonder, but he died heroically in the line of duty. Perhaps, in her heart, an official member is equivalent to a person who receives a notice of critical illness.
"Mrs. Orianna is an accountant, a victim of a supernatural case. She's delicate and gentle, and she pursues a refined life. She doesn't speak much, but she takes good care of everyone. She never makes things difficult for us financially. For example, she rarely rejects Old Neil's requests for reimbursement. No matter how ridiculous the reason is, she only leaves it to the Captain to decide.
"Madam Seeka Tron has a rare case of white hair, and she's an unsuccessful writer. She has an outstanding temperament, and she has a quiet personality. She doesn't look like a Beyonder who fights in the dark. She's also very brave and determined. Even in the face of death, she doesn't back down.
"Madam Royale is very similar to Frye. They don't talk much, but they care about their colleagues very much. Well, except at the card table.
"Bright is the best at writing reports among the clerks. He's a romantic gentleman. Even though he's been married for fifteen years, he still loves his wife very much. I think he'll live a good life because he abides by the maxim that the less he knows, the longer he lives.
"César Francis is our carriage driver. Although he's considered a clerk, he often comes into contact with dangerous situations. Therefore, the Captain leaves the matters of purchasing and applying for supplies to him. He doesn't have a high presence, and that might be the key to his continued survival.
"Occasionally, I'll think that if it weren't for the things that happened later on, I'd definitely still be living in Tingen. I'd go to work on time every day, take my shifts underground, handle a few cases, play cards with my colleagues, and occasionally accompany Melissa and Baansen to watch plays or circuses. If I can go home early one day, I'll study delicacies. That's one of my hobbies. I might visit you during the weekend and talk to you about the history of various fields …
"Unfortunately, life always pushes us forward, forcing us to face one change after another."
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