Above the gray fog, inside the palace that looked like a giant's residence.
Emlyn seriously considered which part of the Sanguine's history he should tell Mr. Fool.
? He's an old friend of the Ancestor, so he definitely knows what happened before the Cataclysm. There's no need for me to repeat it … In the Fourth Epoch and Fifth Epoch, the glory of the Sanguine isn't rare. There's too much history worth recounting, but the most important thing is one thing … Emlyn quickly had an idea.
Based on his current understanding, The Fool was very likely an ancient god from before the Cataclysm. Due to certain reasons, he didn't perish and had been slumbering to this day, gradually awakening.
This could explain why there were no records of such hidden existences in the thousands of years of history. That was, until the other party's honorific name suddenly spread.
After some deliberation, Emlyn straightened his back.
"After the Cataclysm, the Sanguine left the center of the historical stage of the Northern and Southern Continents. They became nobles of different empires and dynasties as individuals, not as a race. They either governed a territory or guarded a castle in a key area.
"When our queen, the Blood Moon Queen, Olnia, who led us out of the dark ages, became the wife of the Tren Sostel Empire's Night Emperor, the entire Sanguine was united and became an important supporter of this dynasty. At that time, Augustus of Rouen and Einhorn of Feysac would have to respectfully address our queen as Her Majesty.
"In that era, Queen Olnia was the symbol of beauty. If there was a magic mirror that could answer questions, then the answer to 'Who is the most beautiful woman in the World?' could only be her …"
The more Emlyn spoke, the prouder he became. He went from being reserved and cautious to talking non-stop.
A magic mirror that can answer questions. Isn't that Arrodes? I wonder if there are any members of the Machinery Hivemind who are so bored that they would say, "Mirror, mirror, tell me, who is the most beautiful woman in the World" … What kind of answer would Arrodes give? Klein's sitting posture did not change. There was a smile at the corner of his mouth as he thought about it.
After saying a bunch of things, Emlyn's expression turned serious.
"All of this was destroyed in the 'War of the Four Emperors'. The Night Emperor perished, the Queen perished, and the vampires suffered a rather heavy blow. After seizing the final fruit of victory, the Seven Gods supported the Four Great Nobles — Augustus, Einhorn, Sauron, and Castiya — to divide the Empire, destroying the royal family that lacked high-ranking members. We, the vampires, could only retreat to the remote mountains and hide in dark corners to ensure the continuation of our race."
It's about what I expected … The Seven Gods. During the War of the Four Emperors, there were already the Seven Gods … Klein thought of the statues of the six gods in the underground ruins of the Tudor family.
"Fortunately, the seven deities were divided, and the four countries attacked each other. After paying a certain price, we finally escaped the calamity." At that moment, Emlyn was in a rare state of high spirits.
He looked at Klein with bright eyes and said,
"Honorable Mr. Fool, do you still have the time to listen to me talk about the Blood Moon Queen's life and the glory that the Sanguine once possessed? It's a heavy tome formed from pages of glorious chapters. I can repeat every part of it. "
From the looks of it, you can still talk for an entire day and night … I once thought that you were a shameless vampire who liked dolls and didn't know much about history. I never expected you to be so professional and academic … It's no wonder you always believe that the Sanguine are noble and are proud of it … For a fellow like you who doesn't like to go out, if you really become interested in any field, you will indeed do in-depth research. Furthermore, vampires have long lifespans … Klein deliberated for a moment, prepared to decline Emlyn's good intentions.
Although he wasn't lacking in interest in history, time didn't allow him to listen to Emlyn's long-winded speech.
"That's enough." Klein smiled and said, "I like an equivalent exchange. I won't let you speak for nothing. When there's a chance in the future, you can use the corresponding history to exchange for what you want from me."
"… Alright." Emlyn was momentarily disappointed.
This was the first time he had a chance to talk about the glory of the Sanguine to another existence.
Usually, in order to hide his identity, he couldn't flaunt this to humans. As for the Sanguine, they already knew what they needed to know, and it wasn't his turn to be responsible for the education of newborns.
Klein didn't say anything else and resumed his condescending attitude.
"Alright, you can go back."
A crimson light lit up in front of Emlyn White's eyes, quickly engulfing him.
After a brief moment of dizziness, he realized that he was still sitting in a moving rental carriage.
Then, he saw the illusory goatskin and obtained the knowledge on how to use a secret deed ritual to pray for help from The Fool.
When I'm free at noon and return home, I'll immediately hold a ritual and ask Mr. Fool to remove my psychological cue … Emlyn suddenly felt a little excited.
When the carriage arrived at the Harvest Church, he calmed down and paid the fare.
After entering the church, he saw Bishop Utravsky preaching to the few believers there. He was no longer as vexed as before, and he felt rather relaxed.
In such a state, he suddenly thought of something.
Father Utravsky doesn't seem to have stopped me from finding a way to remove the psychological cue … What exactly is he thinking …
…
East Borough, in a coffee shop with greasy tables.
Klein, who arrived at the scheduled time, was enjoying a piece of oatmeal bread dipped in tender pea-stewed lamb gravy as he listened to Old Kohler recount the information he had gathered in the past week.
Unfortunately, there wasn't much valuable information in there.
After the other party finished, Klein thought for a moment, took out two pounds worth of notes, and pushed it over.
"You already gave it to me just now!" Old Kohler jumped in fright and waved his hand in shock.
Klein chuckled.
"I'll be heading south for a vacation within this week. After a year of hard work, it's time for me to rest for a while.
"I might only be back in two to three weeks, so I'll pay you in advance. Heh heh, don't forget to help me gather information."
"Okay, okay!" Old Kohler received the notes with joy and gratitude.
At this moment, he had already decided on how to spend the new year.
He planned on buying the cured ham that he couldn't bear to buy before and using it to match his bread.
How impatient … Thank you, Detective Moriarty! He could not help but swallow his saliva.
Klein picked up his hat and deliberated for a moment.
"You should be able to sense that East Borough has been a little chaotic recently.
"Don't put yourself at risk just to gather information. If you find anything amiss, immediately hide and don't get involved."
The matter surrounding Prince Edessak worried him, so he wanted to warn Old Kohler.
"I understand." Old Kohler patted his chest and said, "I'm very timid, I won't take risks."
"Very good," Klein praised.
He then thought of the laundry maid, Liv, and her two daughters, Freja and Daisy, who loved to read and wished to change their fates.
He muttered, "Keep an eye on Liv's family. Don't let them be bullied. If there's a riot in East Borough, take them to a safe place."
"Riot … You mean the workers' resistance?" Old Kohler asked in puzzlement.
"Something like that," Klein replied vaguely.
This was the limit of what he could reveal; otherwise, it would be easy for people or Sealed Artifacts to suspect him.
…
In a room filled with dolls of all sizes, Emlyn White, who had returned home at noon, sat in a chair, enjoying the darkness caused by the curtains.
He looked around and clenched his fists.
"Cheer me on!"
With that said, he rummaged for materials with spirituality and began to write the honorific name of The Fool, as well as the corresponding symbols and magic labels.
After busying himself for a while, he attempted the secret deed ritual. His spirituality gradually drifted away, as if he had arrived at an infinite height.
Vaguely, he saw countless indescribable shadows, seven beams of light that seemed to contain a great deal of knowledge, and the grayish-white fog that lingered high above.
Above the endless gray fog, there was an ancient palace that couldn't be seen clearly. Inside the palace sat a figure shrouded in gray fog.
Then, Emlyn saw a dignified and sacred golden figure and the black wings that blotted out the sky behind it.
Before he had time to count how many pairs of mysterious wings there were, he felt himself quickly floating up and coming into contact with the golden figure.
"Ah!"
He let out a blood-curdling screech, clutching his head as he rolled on the ground. His body was actually emitting bursts of green smoke.
After a while, Emlyn calmed down and heard The Fool's deep voice echo in his ears.
"Your hypnosis has been removed."
Was this what it felt like to remove the hypnosis? How painful … Emlyn sat on the ground, panting heavily. His neatly combed hair was already drooping messily.
Above the gray fog, Klein nodded thoughtfully and muttered to himself.
"As expected, the Brooch of Sun's purification and dispel effects will simultaneously harm vampires."
He had already deduced that the "sunlight" needed to remove the weakened psychological cue wasn't enough to severely injure Emlyn, so he couldn't be bothered to change to a more complicated method. From the looks of it, the outcome was as he expected.
After dealing with this matter, Klein took off the topaz pendant on his left wrist and divined his future plans.
"This afternoon is a good time to go to Red Rose Manor."
After reciting it seven times, he opened his eyes and saw that the spirit pendulum was motionless without spinning.
It involves a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact or a corresponding powerhouse. The difficulty of divination is too high, and there's no way to obtain an effective revelation … Klein sighed as he roughly understood the reason.
Right on the heels of that, he divined if it was a good time to go to Red Rose Manor tomorrow afternoon, but he failed again.
I've always said that divination isn't omnipotent, and now it's proven true … I have to make a decision myself … I have to take this step; otherwise, there's no way I can leave the stage and go behind the scenes without anyone noticing … The sooner the better. I can't delay it, or else things might get out of hand … As his thoughts churned, Klein made up his mind.
He immediately returned to the real World, put on his double-breasted frock coat and half top hat, and walked out of 15 Minsk Street. His destination was Prince Edessak's Red Rose Manor.
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