After a second of confirmation, Klein clasped his hands and leaned forward.
"What exactly is it?"
"No, I can't say anymore." Emlyn White shook his head firmly.
Worried that he would be probed, Klein didn't press further. He simply analyzed the situation based on the information the vampire had revealed.
Related to The Fool … It can help Emlyn White resolve his latent problems … There's a high risk … Combined with his previous thoughts, this seems to indicate that he plans on holding a corresponding ritual to pray to The Fool, which is me, so as to eliminate the psychological cue and obtain his long-awaited freedom … However, this is no longer Emlyn's own ritual. It comes from the orders of a certain important figure. And with this vampire's pride, those who are willing to address him as important are likely powerhouses of the Sanguine race … Why would a Sanguine bigwig send a descendant to pray to The Fool? Are they cooperating with the Aurora Order?
Klein, who was filled with puzzlement, looked up at the expectant Emlyn and chuckled inwardly.
Do you think I'll respond to your prayers?
He deliberated for two seconds and didn't directly make a suggestion.
Instead, he said, "According to statistics, thirty out of a hundred cases of praying to a secret existence of unknown circumstances will not receive any response. Sixty-eight cases will encounter all sorts of terrifying things, ending up losing their lives or living a life worse than death. Only two cases will succeed and obtain what they want, but the price they pay might not be what they are willing to pay."
As a former keyboard warrior, Klein had always believed that when proving something or reinforcing a particular point of view, only mentioning an example or a special case without mentioning the overall sample or statistics was a hooligan act. It was just changing the concept. And typically, such situations were accompanied by similar statements, such as "I have a friend," "I know a lady," or "someone around me."
Therefore, in order to convince Emlyn White, he had carefully fabricated some data.
Of course, this wasn't completely groundless. At the very least, the dossiers Klein had seen back when he was a Nighthawk squad stated similar situations.
"Only two cases succeeded? Sixty-eight cases had problems? "Emlyn was indeed shocked as he couldn't help but raise his hand to tidy his hair.
"That's basically the case. This is the danger level of what you're about to do. If you have any ill intentions, the risk is even higher than that," Klein replied sincerely.
Emlyn subconsciously shook his head.
"No, I don't, I don't have any ill intentions. Plus, plus that big shot will protect me during the process."
No malice? Uh, even if you have ill intentions, you might not know that you're just a cannon fodder who's been pushed to the front … Klein raised his right palm and emphasized his tone with a hand gesture.
"This will reduce the risk by a lot, but it's definitely not zero. Can that big shot really resist the hidden existence?"
"… Should, can't," Emlyn replied, stammering.
"So …" Klein spread his hands.
He suddenly smiled and said,
Even if you completely believe in Earth Mother, it won't affect your life in any way. Look at the citizens of Feynapotter. They eat whatever they like, wear whatever they want, and do whatever they like. When the time comes, Father Utravsky will most likely not force you to volunteer at the Harvest Church. You will regain your original freedom.
"Besides, I think you've adapted well to the teachings of Mother Earth. There's no contradiction."
Emlyn White fell silent for a moment.
"Because you like it? Becoming a believer based on my beliefs is completely different from being forcefully converted into a believer through a psychological suggestion. Even if one day, I do turn my back on the moon and believe in the Mother Goddess, I hope that it is a choice I make freely and has nothing to do with anyone else. This is the last pride of a Blood Breed. "
Klein looked at Emlyn in surprise, never expecting him to be so insistent.
He thought about it for two seconds and didn't try to persuade him again.
"The question is actually very simple. It's whether the order of a powerful figure and the temptation of getting rid of the hidden danger can give you the courage to face a certain degree of danger. If you have the conviction to sacrifice your life for it, the answer is very simple.
"In short, you have to weigh the pros and cons of this matter."
Emlyn listened with a heavy expression as he instinctively retorted, "That's right.
"If I really choose to try it, it won't be for myself, but for the entire Blood Race! Resolving the hidden danger is just a side benefit! "
For the entire bloodlings? What could I possibly be involved in that would involve the entire vampire race? That big shot must be lying to you, right? Klein chuckled.
"A weak vampire has the chance to save the entire race. Do you believe it?"
"Blood Clan, Blood Clan!" "Besides, my strength isn't bad either. It's equivalent to you humans' Sequence 7. Right, it's the kind that's good at combat!"
"As for whether you believe it or not, you won't understand." He stood up and said, "Although your analysis and suggestions are meaningless, I still have to thank you. Well, the consultation fee will be deducted from the suitcase and tin box last time."
Huh? Klein didn't know what he was talking about.
After Emlyn left, he suddenly came to a realization.
"Under normal circumstances, aren't the containers in large transactions all free items?
"This stingy and stingy vampire!"
…
In the darkness where the frequency of lightning had yet to recover, the City of Silver's expedition team "punctually" arrived at the periphery of the half-abandoned temple.
Derrick remembered that during their first operation, all the animal hide lanterns had been extinguished here. The entire team had fallen into pure darkness, and he had heard the boy, Jack's hair-raising cry for help coming from the depths of the temple.
According to Mr. The Hanging Man, Miss Justice, and the others' guesses, this might be the starting point of our cycle. But why did we wake up at the campsite outside the city, and not directly here? As Derrick recalled the discussion on the Tarot, he raised his arm and prayed according to the corresponding suggestions.
His body suddenly emitted a pure and clear light, causing Joshua and the other members of the expedition team to quickly assume a combat stance.
"What happened?" Demon Hunter Colin drew his sword and asked in a deep voice.
Derrick looked left and right in "horror."
"Your Excellency, I just heard a child shouting 'save me … save me …'"
He wanted to test if this was the key point!
"What about now?" Colin asked warily.
"There's no more." Derrick listened carefully.
Demon Hunter Colin swept his gaze at Joshua and the others from the corner of his eyes and asked, "Did you hear it?"
"No." The members of the expedition team shook their heads one after another.
Colin only thought for a few seconds before making a decision. He took out a dark blue metal bottle from a secret compartment on his belt and smeared the colorless, sticky liquid on his sword.
Following that, he stabbed upwards with his sword.
The sky suddenly lit up as thin silver snake-like beams of light swam above and quickly spread out in all directions.
The silver-white light instantly enveloped all the members of the expedition team, as though it was illuminating everyone's darkest "corner."
With a sizzling sound, the thin silver snake burrowed into the void and headed off to an unknown location.
Everything quickly calmed down, leaving only the dim light of the animal hide lanterns to scatter in silence.
Colin half-closed his eyes as though he was sensing something. After a full five seconds, he raised his finger and said, "From now on, we can't afford to be careless.
"From now on, we can't afford to be careless. Raise the alert to the highest."
What familiar words … This isn't the key to breaking out of this predicament … Derrick calmed his mind and followed the team into the half-abandoned temple without slacking off at all.
This time, he had learned his lesson and didn't look at the Fallen Creator's face again. Then, in the process of inspecting the ground, he relied on his initiative and enthusiasm to fight for the area where the mural was located.
He carried the animal hide lantern and the Axe of Hurricane as he began to move in a small team with a teammate.
After passing through mottled or collapsed walls, he finally arrived at his destination.
As the light of the animal hide lantern approached, the mural on the wall gradually became clearer.
Derrick first looked at the corner and found the line of strange words that had left a deep impression on him.
Rose Redemption … He silently recited the name, raised the animal hide lantern, and carefully examined the details of the mural.
On the highest point of the mottled wall was a huge, blurry, pitch-black cross. On it hung a shadow that was difficult to make out its exact shape.
In such a background, there was a desolate and silent plain.
On the plain, there was a long line of people walking. Their goal was the distant mountain, and the cross and the person hanging upside down at the top of the mountain.
In this line of people, some members were still kneeling on the ground, praying devoutly, while others had already stood up and walked forward against the strong wind.
Their faces were only a simple outline, as if to highlight the tattered clothes. Only the leader at the front was rather clear.
It was a thin and tall man with silver hair that reached his vest.
The man's facial features were soft. His head was lowered, and his eyes were tightly shut. There were layers of light wings on his back.
Angel! The legendary angel! Derrick excitedly observed the situation around the "leader."
Soon, he discovered that there was a winding, shimmering river at the feet of the man who was suspected to be an angel.
The river kept turning, circling back, and flowing into him, becoming the source!
Cycle! This formed a cycle! Derrick suddenly felt that he had grasped a key point.
In a cycle of experience, there was actually a circulating river in the mural on the wall!
The latter was obviously indicating or revealing something!
Derrick looked up and saw the silver-haired angel with countless wings. His face was gentle with a hint of indifference, as if he was looking down at the river and fate.
Is this the true meaning of Mr. Fool's hint? Derrick thought for a moment and decided to give it a try. If he succeeded, he planned on blaming the boy, Jack, for his abnormality. If he failed, no one would remember what he had done!
Under the stunned gaze of his teammates, Derrick raised the Axe of Hurricane and slashed at the river on the mural.
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