Another one that only worships the moon and doesn't respect the Goddess? Klein couldn't help but reveal a thoughtful expression.
He had heard of such matters when he was learning about the Life School of Thought, but he never expected that a Shaman King who had lived his entire life in the Southern Continent would have a similar point of view.
After the Pale Era at the end of the Fourth Epoch, the Berserk Sea became a name worthy of its name. As such, the Northern and Southern Continents were isolated and no longer had any contact. As for the Life School of Thought, it was formed in the early Fifth Epoch. Clearly, it was impossible for them to develop to the Southern Continent before Rosell sent people to find a safe sea route.
Shaman King Klarman also belonged to the early period. He was active more than a thousand years before the invasion of the Northern Continent.
In other words, the two Beyonder "factions" that belonged to the Northern and Southern Continents and were unable to communicate with each other chose to worship the moon itself and ignore the Evernight Goddess at about the same time.
Such a coincidence made one have no choice but to consider the reason.
Could it be that a new deity was born and took away the authority related to the moon? However, as a deity, "He" shouldn't be so unknown … Or could it be said that although the Goddess snatched away the authority of the moon, the believers of the Primordial Moon God survived, and they were passed down from the Fourth Epoch to the Third Epoch? And after the Northern and Southern Continents were separated, there were two branches — one of the Shaman Kings, and the other the Life School of Thought? Klein made a rough guess, but he was troubled by the lack of corresponding clues to narrow down the scope.
He temporarily gave up on thinking and seized the time to quickly browse through the contents of the Book of Secrets.
In the preface, Shaman King Klarman directly said that many of the rituals, secret deeds, astrology, and summoning techniques in the book originated from the primordial worship of the moon. He also described the corresponding honorific names in detail:
"The unique crimson moon, the symbol of life and beauty, the mother of all spiritual powers."
There's actually an honorific name! However, it lacks a more common description like Evernight Goddess or Earth Mother … If there really is such a hidden deity, "Her" believers would definitely develop a more concise title that's more suitable for verbal praise, and not replace it with the primordial worship of the moon … Klein sensed something odd and analyzed it with his knowledge of mysticism.
Furthermore, using the Lady of Crimson to hold the ritual will obviously point to the Goddess, but using a very similar but more detailed honorific name will bypass the Goddess and point to the source of their power, the so-called Primordial Moon … I wonder what kind of strange existence it is … Klein thought curiously and horrified.
As he didn't have much time, he quickly browsed through the details and found that, just as Shaman King Klarman had said, many of the secret deeds and rituals pointed to the moon.
For Klein, this was not something he needed to care too much. He would not copy those things and provoke the Primordial Moon that he did not know what it was. What he wanted to learn was the overall structure, design, and details of the secret deeds and rituals.
Only by grasping the hidden pattern could he create his own secret deed, ritual, astrology, and summoning spell that pointed to the King of Yellow and Black.
Perhaps in the long future, I'll have my own mysticism … Klein removed the spirit pendulum from his wrist and confirmed the authenticity of the Book of Secrets.
After receiving a positive answer, he wasn't in a hurry to use the Werewolf's Beyonder characteristic to divine the formula. After all, he wasn't going to sell it. By the same logic, he planned on taking it slow before studying the origins of the Biological Poison Bottle.
He quickly returned to the real World and pulled open the curtains. What he saw was the Sun that failed to illuminate the land. It was hidden behind the clouds and haze, appearing somewhat pale.
"Achoo!"
Suddenly, Klein covered his mouth and nose with his hand and sneezed.
At this moment, he realized that he had a headache and a fever. He didn't feel energetic, as though he had caught a cold.
As a Sequence 7 Beyonder, I'm actually sick … Klein pulled out a piece of paper and snorted.
He carefully thought about it and quickly understood the reason.
The negative effect of the Biological Poison Bottle was to gradually weaken the wielder to the point of falling ill!
If he carried it for a little longer, he might even die from the illness.
And this wasn't something that could be eliminated by spirituality shackles!
Last night, after the battle, Klein's spirituality was nearly depleted. Despite being weak from the poison, he still carried the Biological Poison Bottle and hid in the Lever Cathedral for half an hour …
Coupled with the time he spent returning to Minsk, he had shamefully fallen ill.
Thankfully, it's not serious … It won't affect anything … Klein achoo again, tidied himself up, and took a hot bath.
After washing up, in order to reward himself, he specially fried an egg, causing the aroma to permeate the air.
A Shaman King's Book of Secrets, a mystical item that isn't inferior to the Brooch of the Sun, a Biological Poison Bottle, and a Sequence 7 Werewolf Beyonder characteristic. I earned quite a bit this time … It's just a pity that I didn't get the Zombie Beyonder characteristic … Klein sat at the dining table and ate as he calculated his harvest.
What made his heart ache was that he had used a total of 11 Beyonder bullets, each equivalent to nearly 10 pounds!
That is to say, I burned 100 pounds … It's no wonder most Low- and Mid-Sequence Beyonders are so desperate for money … Klein looked down at his breakfast.
They only added up to a few pence!
After breakfast, Klein leisurely read the newspapers, occasionally sneezing and wiping his mouth and nose with a piece of paper.
Just as the eight o 'clock bell stopped ringing, someone rang his doorbell.
As expected, Klein saw the reporter from the Daily Observer, Mike Joseph.
The reporter, who had beautiful blue eyes, a mustache, and rough skin, took off his hat and greeted him. Then, he went straight to the point.
Then, he went straight to the point, "Detective Moriarty, are you free to take on my commission?"
Although I'm a little sick, I won't be suspected if I take on a commission as usual … Klein, who had just done a job, smiled.
"I'm slightly sick, but it doesn't affect my combat and shooting."
Mike immediately smiled.
"Thank you for your help."
"Let's set off now."
"Uh, Detective Moriarty, have you had breakfast? I'm treating you. As your employer, I should be responsible for your food today. "
Treat me to breakfast? Klein was stunned for a moment.
"I just finished eating."
"But I suggest you go to the East Side for breakfast. You'll be able to see a lot of things that way. Just give me a cup of coffee then."
"… No problem." Mike pointed outside. "The carriage I hired is waiting."
Klein sized him up and said, "That's right.
"Sir, you'd better dress worse, or I'll be very busy."
Mike looked down at his woolen coat and said in enlightenment, "That's right.
"Is this too eye-catching?"
"It's like that in the Eastern District." Klein pointed inside and said, "I have some clothes specially prepared for you. Well, our figures are about the same."
Mike couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"You are indeed a professional."
Professional crime? Klein silently cursed.
After changing their clothes and becoming ordinary workers, the two of them got on the carriage and headed to the edge of the Eastern District.
…
"Achoo!"
Klein took out a piece of paper and wiped his mouth and nose, snorting.
As there was no trash can nearby, he folded the paper and put it back into his pocket.
"The food in this cafe is not bad. Of course, this is relative to the residents of the Eastern District." Klein pointed at the slightly greasy cafe at the corner of the street.
He had come here for breakfast a few times when he occasionally stayed in a one-bedroom room nearby.
"It looks like it's already one of the better restaurants here." Mike didn't think it was a cafe.
It was already past nine, and there were very few customers in the cafe. The residents of the Eastern District often finished their breakfast at seven and began working or looking for work.
After accompanying Mike and ordering stewed beef with potatoes, bread, coffee, and other food, Klein looked around for a seat by the window.
At this moment, he saw a familiar face. It was the middle-aged man whom he had pretended to be a reporter to help.
He was the one who brought me here in the first place … Why is he only having breakfast now … Klein's thoughts raced as he said to Mike,
"You have an interviewee."
As he spoke, he walked towards the "tramp" with a cup of coffee.
The man was still wearing the thick jacket from before. His graying hair appeared rather oily, and his beard was rather obvious. However, there was no longer the sleepiness in his eyes, and his face was no longer as pale as before.
"Good morning, we meet again." Klein sat opposite him and greeted him. He discovered that the man's breakfast was black bread with a large cup of cheap tea that cost a penny.
The middle-aged man raised his head, took a closer look, and exclaimed in pleasant surprise, "
He said in pleasant surprise, "Mr. Reporter, it's you?"
"…" Klein laughed dryly and pointed to Mike beside him.
"This is my colleague. He wants to do a deeper investigation on my previous interview."
Mike was an experienced and knowledgeable reporter. He didn't say anything else when he heard that. All he did was smile and nod in greeting.
As for Detective Moriarty pretending to be a reporter, it wasn't like he only learned of it today. He had borrowed a fake reporter's pass from him before!
"So you really are a reporter!" The middle-aged man blurted out in surprise. "But that doesn't stop you from being a kind person."
Klein smiled and returned with a question.
"How have you been recently?"
The middle-aged man drank a mouthful of tea and said,
"With your help, I finally had a good night's sleep and a full stomach. I'm no longer that weak."
"I originally wanted to find the original kind of job, which was making shoes, but they didn't want me. They said that my hands were shaky …"
He lowered his head and chuckled, skipping this part.
"Later, I went to the docks and found some work. It's tiring, but at least I earn money. I've already rented a bed in someone's house, and I only use 6.5 pence a week. Of course, I can only sleep at night."
"Well, working at the docks is like that. I went there very early today and didn't eat anything. I raised my hand and shouted my name and the manager's name, but I still wasn't chosen. All I could do was return here."
"Thankfully, there's still a chance in the afternoon. Those people in the morning might be busy late and won't compete with us."
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