Baekeland, in a basement that resembled a temple.
Mr. A, dressed in a hooded black robe, quietly knelt in front of the hanging giant statue. He didn't move for a long time.
Suddenly, he cocked his ear, as if listening to something.
After a brief pause, Mr. A suddenly raised his hands and snapped his right index finger with his left palm.
He stuffed the bloody finger into his mouth and chewed it like he was eating a snack.
Gulp!
Mr. A's throat squirmed as he swallowed the crushed finger into his stomach.
His body suddenly trembled, as if he was being shaken by an invisible person.
In this state, Mr. A stretched out his right hand and used the blood that flowed from his wound to write words on the ground.
Those words weren't Jotun or Dragonese, which could stir the powers of nature, nor were they Hermes, which was used for sacrificial rituals. Instead, they were the most ordinary and common Rouen.
The bright red luster quickly condensed, and the words formed a few paragraphs:
"Found:
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era;
"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog;
"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck;
"Adored and believers, in Baekeland."
With the end of the "revelation," Mr. A stopped trembling, and a brand new finger grew out of his wound.
He lowered his head and carefully looked at the words he had just written. The corners of his mouth curled up in the shadows.
"I will only obey your oracle!" Mr. A humbly prostrated himself on the ground, as if he had found the meaning of his existence.
…
City of Silver, upper part of the spire.
Lovia walked to the window and looked down at the flickering candlelight in the darkness. Her expression gradually softened.
After an unknown period of time, she heard a knock on the door.
"Your Excellency?" Lovia turned around lightly and asked with a smile.
The door opened by itself without any wind.
Standing outside was Demon Hunter Colin Iliad. He wore a brown coat and had a leather belt with hidden compartments around his waist.
"Lovia, the abnormality of the exploratory team members has been confirmed," Colin said straightforwardly. "As the captain, regardless of whether you have any problems, you have to stay in the dungeon for seven days and receive the baptism of the Glorious Crown. You should know very well that this is the rule."
Lovia wasn't angry at all.
"I know. I've already made preparations to stay in the dungeon for a long time. If you're still worried when it's over, I can accept any arrangement."
As she spoke, she had already walked to the door and walked past Demon Hunter Colin.
Colin turned around silently and followed her diagonally down the spiral staircase.
Halfway there, the two of them heard heart-wrenching cries and shouts.
"Is it starting again?" Lovia asked with a confused expression.
Colin nodded and replied hoarsely,
"Yes, this is our fate that we can't escape …"
At this moment, in a hall in the middle level of the spire.
The exploratory team members and the few residents of the City of Silver that they had contaminated were pressed to the ground by the corporeal holy luster. They were unable to move, as though they were carrying a huge mountain on their backs.
A dark-skinned couple in their forties walked up to a young man in his early twenties, each holding a straight sword with complicated patterns.
The young man's body had already collapsed like a pile of meat paste, but his head was still intact, only a few blood-colored hairs had grown out of it.
Seeing the couple approaching, he cried out in alarm:
"Dad, Mom, what are you doing?
"Didn't we agree to eat roasted iron scorpions together tonight?
"Dad, Mom, I caught a lot of Iron Scorpions for you …"
The couple could not bear to look sideways, but the swords in their hands were raised high.
After two puffs, the young man stopped crying. He first twitched, then completely lost all signs of life.
On the other side, a ten year old girl also raised a sword with complicated patterns, and with tears streaming down her face, she stabbed her sister.
The woman lying on the ground suddenly laughed and said in a gentle tone,
"From today onwards, you will have to live on your own. Don't be so naive …
The girl cried until her vision blurred, and the sword in her hand stopped in mid-air.
However, a strong and forceful palm pressed on the back of her hand and pushed it forward.
Puff!
The girl stood there in a daze as if she couldn't hear or see anything.
This was the ancient curse that enveloped everyone in the City of Silver. They had to kill their own blood relatives with their own hands to prevent them from turning into a terrifying and strange evil spirit after death.
Therefore, even though Darc had completely mutated into a monster and had been corrupted by an unknown existence, making him worthless for interrogation, the "shadow" watcher didn't dare to kill him on the spot. Instead, he tried his best to restrain him and bring him back to the spire to wait for his parents. Otherwise, things would become even more troublesome.
The members of the exploration team who had also been corrupted were currently undergoing the same treatment that hadn't changed for more than two thousand years. Although no one knew if they would mutate after death in such a state, no one dared to take the risk.
Fortunately, the City of Silver didn't have a large population, and they were trapped in one place. Under the arrangements of the upper echelons, there were quite a number of people who were related by blood. Even if it had to be limited to three generations, there were still quite a number of them.
It was precisely because of this that the Beyonders in charge of the patrol team had to first consider the factor of bloodline to prevent any accidents from happening.
For the exploration team, the requirements weren't that strict. This was because their missions often went deep into the darkness and were extremely far away from the City of Silver. Even if they died or mutated, it wouldn't affect everyone's safety.
Once a resident no longer had any blood relatives within three generations, they would be strictly monitored. As long as they were seriously ill or showed obvious signs of aging, they would immediately be sent into the depths of the darkness, far away from the City of Silver.
When the former captain of the exploration team, Udall, who had been isolated in the dungeon, mutated, there were actually three Elders in the spire. However, the one who ultimately took action was Chief Colin Iliad. Otherwise, he could only attempt to seal it.
This was because Udall was his biological brother.
Shepherd Lovia and Demon Hunter Colin silently entered the lowest level of the spire. Under the company of a few Dawn Paladins, they arrived at the depths of the dungeon.
Soon, the two of them stopped outside a cell. The Dawn Paladins were scattered in the distance.
Lovia didn't show any abnormalities as she unhurriedly walked into the room that only had a bed, a table, and a candle.
Before the metal door closed, she turned around and looked at Demon Hunter Colin with her light gray eyes.
She calmly said, "Your Excellency, you once told me that when the residents of the City of Silver leave this place and die in the depths of the darkness, they won't immediately mutate into evil spirits. They will have to wait for a few days. Therefore, the other members of the exploration team have plenty of time to distance themselves."
Colin nodded, indicating that it was indeed the case.
Lovia closed her eyes and revealed a sorrowful smile.
"Two months ago, during an exploration, a member of the team died in front of me.
"I pretended to be separated from the other team members and waited there for five days, but he didn't mutate into an evil spirit."
Demon Hunter Colin looked at her in silence until the metal door closed with a clang, and the seal took shape.
…
Above the gray fog, in the ancient palace.
Klein waited for a while, and seeing that the crimson star that symbolized Little Sun didn't change, he finally heaved a sigh of relief.
It should be a success … He rubbed his temples, wrapped himself with his spirituality, and fell back into the real World.
As soon as he felt the existence of his body, Klein tasted the cold.
He sneezed, quickly dispelled the wall of spirituality, and got back into bed.
Sadly, his bed was already cold.
Thankfully, my body received a certain degree of protection after entering the gray fog. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll catch a cold tomorrow … Klein wrapped himself in the blanket and sighed.
His current state reminded him of a witty saying he had heard in his previous life:
Keeping warm basically depends on shaking …
Before his bed warmed up again, he could only let his thoughts wander and consider all kinds of problems.
Eh, I don't seem to have anything urgent to do recently. I've concluded the Magicians's Code of Conduct. Even if I don't challenge the impossible and just do a normal "performance," I'll be able to digest the potion step by step around the new year. My next plan is to gather the Beyonder ingredients for the Faceless potion and save up the corresponding money. However, this can't be rushed … The tense strings in Klein's mind gradually relaxed, and he suddenly had the thought of resting for two or three days.
As his bed warmed up, he fell asleep unknowingly. When he woke up, he happened to hear the cathedral bell strike eight times.
Klein stretched out his arm, felt the cold outside, and silently retracted it.
It seems to have cooled down again today … I don't have anything urgent to do, so it seems like I can sleep in … He closed his eyes again, relaxed.
But after lazing in bed for a while, he heard his stomach rumble and felt his abdomen swell.
Life is really full of difficult choices … Klein mumbled.
After trying his best to resist the two feelings for about ten minutes, he finally gave up. He abruptly got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom next door.
After changing his clothes and washing up, he went down to the first floor and dug out the ingredients to make Feynapotter noodles.
This time, he didn't plan on using the meat sauce he had bought. He wanted to try the meat paste that he had made two days ago. This was the meat paste that he had carefully selected and stir-fried according to the taste he remembered. Although some of the ingredients from the two World were ultimately a little different, making it difficult to truly replicate the taste, Klein found it pretty good after tasting it.
Before long, he had Feynapotter noodles mixed with sauce and meat paste, and he felt that it was a beautiful morning.
Adhering to the tradition of this World, he flipped through the newspapers as he ate, and he first confirmed that Old Mister Eye of Wisdom hadn't placed an advertisement.
Based on the thoughts he had last night, Klein decided to have some entertainment today, so he considered whether to attend a concert, an opera, or a play.
Tickets to many music halls in West Borough, Hillston Borough, and Cherwood Borough cost at least six soli. If one encountered a famous musician, it would even be priced in pounds. Professional music halls targeted at commoners cost six to nine pence, and those open to the poor in East Borough who have spare cash only cost one penny … Klein flipped through the corresponding information to choose today's entertainment.
At that moment, he heard the doorbell ring.
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