After Klein wrote some more of his impressions of Tingen, he simply mentioned that he had completed the ritual and become a Sequence 1 Attendant of Mysteries. He had also resolved one of the shadows that had shrouded his heart for a long time — the leader of the Secret Order, Zaratul.
He didn't describe his predicament in detail, but he seriously discussed the mental problems of angels.
Putting away the pen and folding the piece of paper, Klein reached into Sefirah Castle and took out the Aztec copper whistle. He brought it to his mouth and blew at it.
In the cheap coffee shop, white bones gushed out like a fountain, forming a gigantic messenger.
The messenger then shrank its body to the height of a normal person.
At the same time, it knelt down on one knee and extended its palm.
"There's no need to be so afraid of me." When Klein saw this, he laughed and said, "It's not like I'll do anything to you."
As he spoke, he picked up the letter and placed it in the skeleton messenger's palm.
The messenger nodded heavily a few times, unsure of what it was agreeing to.
Then, its body disintegrated, turning into white bones that drilled into the ground.
At this moment, the boss brought over coffee, oatmeal bread, and lamb stew with tender peas.
As Klein enjoyed the breakfast that wasn't too delicious but had a rich commoner's style, he looked out the window and enjoyed the morning scenery without any destination in mind. He admired the pedestrians, carriages, trees, fog, food, and machinery that formed this scene.
If there's no apocalypse, it's best to maintain the lifestyle I had back in Tingen and lead a rather comfortable life. I can handle most cases, and it's best if I have a Sequence 7. Magicians have many tricks up their sleeves. If they're prepared, they won't appear too weak against a Sequence 6 or 5. As for a Faceless and a Marionettist, one can easily get lost when acting, while the other can easily lose control when advancing. They are relatively dangerous. Of course, if there's a sealed Creeping Hunger, that would be perfect … Klein casually let his thoughts wander as he thought of the Creeping Hunger that had fallen into Amon's hands.
He didn't know how Amon would treat this Sealed Artifact, but he felt that an item at this level wouldn't be of much value to an Angel of Time. After playing with it for a period of time, it would be thrown into a dark and hidden "warehouse."
"I wonder if there's a chance to get it back." Just as this thought flashed through Klein's mind, he suddenly felt a little guilty.
Even if he could snatch Creeping Hunger back from Amon's hands, he would toss it into the junk pile, waiting to bestow it to a Blessed or believer who needed it.
It was no different from being in Amon's hands.
Klein quickly diverted his attention.
"This time, I lost the magic mirror again.
"Adam probably wouldn't be interested in a Saint-level mirror like this. Perhaps I can take it back …
No, Arrodes seems to have spewed out from the Chaos Sea. In certain matters, it might be able to be a medium … Sigh, I just hope that Adam doesn't damage it. Wait until I think of a way to retrieve it …
After becoming an Attendant of Mysteries and gaining further control of Sefirah Castle, Klein already had a certain level of authority over Concealment.
Whenever he was thinking about something important, there would always be a faint shadow around him that no one else could see.
This was the Land of Mysteries, which was equivalent to the prototype of a divine kingdom.
Therefore, he now dared to directly think of Adam's name.
After sighing, Klein suddenly recalled something. He hurriedly got the Worms of Spirit that were guarding Sefirah Castle to "Graft" a certain spirit world region that he had located during his advancement.
Following that, he ate the rest of the lamb stew with tender peas and the last piece of oatmeal bread that was stained with the soup. He finished the coffee beside him.
After putting on his top hat and standing up, Klein took a step forward and directly entered the spirit world region that corresponded to Utopia.
Then, he removed the "Graft" and returned to the ruins of Utopia through the spirit world region.
This was an indirect teleportation effect achieved by using the "Graft" and his ability to freely enter and exit the spirit world. Of course, the premise was that he could locate the corresponding spirit world region. On this point, as the owner of Sefirah Castle, Klein had a unique advantage. As for the Attendants of Mysteries like Zaratul, they could only rely on preparations.
Klein, who had stepped into the ruins of Utopia, looked around and discovered that the collapsed houses and charred corpses shimmered with different colors.
They were the Beyonder characteristics of the monster marionettes, the wealth that Klein had accumulated in the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
This might be useless to him, but he still had many believers and the number of Blessed that would gradually increase. As a deity, he had to reserve some Beyonder characteristics to bestow.
Thankfully, the Lord of Storms didn't sweep them away … As Klein muttered to himself, he couldn't help but feel grateful to Leodero.
…
East Chester County, in the Hall family's manor.
After the Sun finally rose, the tormented people returned to their rooms to catch up on their sleep. Only Alfred, Earl Hall's personal bodyguards, the deacons sent by the Church of Evernight, and the Nighthawks were left behind to investigate the cause of last night's incident.
Audrey used the golden retriever, Susie, to monitor the development of the situation as she opened the bedroom door and walked in.
In the weak sunlight that shone through the curtains into the room, a figure sat quietly on a high stool like a large doll.
It was a giant rabbit with snow-white fur.
Audrey raised her eyebrows and said in a low voice,
"Mr. Wrath."
This was Mr. Wrath of Psychological Alchemy, who had previously pursued the mind dragon Ariehogg. He was suspected to be an existence with the identity of Hermes.
At the same time, Audrey reached back and closed the door on her own accord.
Using this action as a cover, a crimson "tattoo" that resembled a star flashed on the back of her hand.
"I'm sorry for using you." When the door closed, the giant white rabbit took the initiative to speak. "However, I might have been used by someone."
Audrey thought of the door and window opening in the middle of the night. She took two steps forward and replied thoughtfully,
"There's no need to apologize. Just don't disturb me in the future."
She was tactfully expressing her wish to leave Psychological Alchemy, hoping that no one would come looking for her in the future.
The giant white rabbit looked at her with its bright red eyes for a few seconds.
"Your former wish was to protect your parents and family, but don't you think that you've been embroiled in too much trouble? The danger you bring to them outweighs the help you can provide?"
Audrey fell silent and didn't say a word for a long time.
"Typically speaking, a saint can indeed give one's family and family more safety, but the premise is that they aren't involved in a battle between angels or deities. Or, they have a sufficiently powerful organization to rely on, a true reliance." Upon seeing this, the giant white rabbit slowly said, "I have two gifts to express my apology. You can freely choose one."
"Two?" Audrey asked in a low voice.
The Giant White Rabbit nodded, causing its ears to tremble.
"One of them is Miss Pride who has truly become Psychological Alchemy. We can ignore your other secrets and acquiesce in your other actions, as long as you don't leak our secrets and bring danger to Psychological Alchemy. Of course, there are certain disadvantages. You will have to bear some responsibilities and may be involved in a lot of trouble. The only difference is that you can get a lot of help and be rescued in time."
"And the second one?" Audrey had no intention of getting compensation from Psychological Alchemy. The secret organization not bothering her was the best apology.
Furthermore, she was very suspicious of Mr. Wrath's true intentions in apologizing. She felt that it might be another form of exploitation.
The giant white rabbit replied very calmly,
"I can help you split an identity and let 'her' stay with your family to provide some protection and emotional comfort, while you stay away from them and live in this World with another identity.
"This way, the trouble you get involved in won't affect the people you want to protect.
"In the Beyonder World, at certain times and under certain circumstances, staying away is the best protection."
Audrey fell silent again. Her green eyes were like the still surface of a lake.
"You don't need to answer me immediately. You can also combine the two methods." The giant white rabbit left the high stool and stood up. "You know how to enter the Garden of Eden."
As it spoke, its figure gradually disappeared, merging into the sea of collective subconscious.
…
Bayam, in a room in the Church of the Sea God.
The Oracle Dhaniz, who was dressed in a gorgeous robe, sat on a chair and silently looked at Alger Wilson opposite him.
The sleepiness he had accumulated from waking up in the middle of the night was completely gone.
A cardinal of the Church of the Storm actually wanted to defect to the Church of the Sea God!
This was a huge matter in the field of religion, in the mysticism World, and in international politics!
Even though he only had a superficial understanding of the Church of the Storm, Dhaniz believed that with their style of doing things, they definitely wouldn't let this matter go. Perhaps a natural disaster that could destroy the entire Rorsted Archipelago was already on its way.
Furthermore, a cardinal would definitely be highly regarded by the Lord of Storms. Alger's betrayal could attract divine punishment at any time … The more Dhaniz thought about it, the more he trembled, afraid that he would be implicated.
This reminded him of a proverb from his hometown:
"Don't go near those who are despised by God."
This was because when those fellows suffered lightning punishment, it was very likely that they would implicate the people around them.
If it wasn't for German Sparrow sending me a message as Mr. Fool's attendant to get me to settle down Alger Wilson, I would've long tied up this bomb that had gone out of control and sent it back to the Church of the Storm … The more afraid Dhaniz was, the more he couldn't help but mutter inwardly.
Of course, he was just casually thinking about it. He didn't even consider the comparison of strength between the two sides.
After a while, someone knocked on his door.
Dhaniz jumped up abruptly, walked quickly to the door, and opened a gap.
"What did you get?" he asked in a low voice.
The intelligence director of the Sea God Church outside the door said succinctly, "That's right.
"Your Excellency, the Church of the Storm has changed a cardinal."
"What about the original one?" Dhaniz asked, slightly stunned.
"It's said that they've been transferred back to headquarters." The head of intelligence reported the information he had obtained from some servants in the Church of Waves.
Back to headquarters … While Dhaniz was confused, a gray fog suddenly appeared in front of him.
Mr. Fool's words rang in his ears.
"From today onwards, Alger will wear a mask and assume the position of the pope of the Church of the Sea God."
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