For an instant, Klein imagined that Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy would directly attack. This was because her face was already flushed red from anger. Her blue eyes were a lot darker, like the surface of the sea before a storm.
But in the end, Tracy did not act rashly. She turned her head and looked at Katarina Pellè, waiting for the "Demoness of Unaging" to make a decision.
She knew very well that although there was only a difference of one level between Sequence 5 and Sequence 4, there was a fundamental difference. It was impossible to make up for it with tactics and performance. One of them was a normal human with special traits, while the other had already stepped into the demigod realm. It was a divine creature, a Mythical Creature.
Furthermore, the two present were clearly above Sequence 4. Standing in front of them, Tracy felt like a Low-Sequence Beyonder.
The Demoness of Unaging, Katarina Pellè, didn't seem angry. She looked at Klein, who was wearing Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos's face, and chuckled.
"What an interesting young man. If it wasn't for Mr. Death Consul being here, I might not have revealed the vicissitudes of my heart and had a chance encounter with you to discuss pure love."
No, you don't want to … That sounds terrifying … Klein didn't dare to look her in the eye. All he could do was continue looking at Ailment Maiden Tracy.
Seeing that Aztec Eggers didn't say anything, Katarina retracted her gaze and said to Tracy with her melodious voice,
"Suffer in pain, this might be a good thing for you."
She then looked at Aztec in a holy and dignified manner.
"I remember that batch of documents. It recorded the various attempts of the Balam royal family to revive Death, but unfortunately, they all failed. In the end, they seemed to be considering an artificial Death.
"Are you still interested?"
Artificial Death? How could the Grim Reaper be man-made? Apart from the Uniqueness and Beyonder characteristics, how can there be any other solution? It's not like they're growing cabbages … Could the Balam Empire of the past and the current Charismatic Order have all gone mad? Klein mumbled to himself and did not interrupt the conversation between the demigods.
Aztec pondered for two seconds before asking again,
"What price do I have to pay?"
Katerina's smile was very youthful.
"No, there's no need.
"I thought about it carefully. Helping you recover your memories bit by bit and find your past so that you can become that Death Consul again should be a very interesting thing. This can bring more changes and more fun to this World."
She sounded like a rebellious girl … The Demoness of Unaging didn't just age physically, but also mentally? Klein felt that he couldn't grasp the other's train of thought.
Perhaps one has to be a Sequence 6, 5, or 4 of the Spectator pathway? He subconsciously guessed.
Aztec nodded and reached out with his right hand. The papers and pens in the room flew toward him as if they were being served by invisible spirits.
He finished writing quickly and threw the paper over.
"You can summon my messenger."
So there was only one copper whistle … To be able to maintain its effect for more than a thousand years, that copper whistle was indeed not a simple object … Klein instinctively wanted to reach out and touch the Aztec copper whistle in his pocket, but he resisted the urge.
Demoness of Unaging Katerina caught the piece of paper and glanced at it before pursing her lips into a smile.
"I thought you would directly tell me where the Underworld is."
She looked up, her blue eyes filled with an indescribable gentleness as she smiled faintly.
"I still remember how powerful and cold Mr. Death Consul was back then. He left a deep impression on me.
"I'm very curious. Why is your heart so soft now?"
Aztec clenched his fist to his mouth and shook his head with a bitter smile.
"I'm undying, not unaging. Once a person ages, they will always become gentle."
"No." Katerina's eyes were deep as she said without hiding anything, "I'm looking forward to the day you fully recover your memories. I want to see how you will evaluate yourself when that happens."
Upon saying that, the corners of her mouth curled up as she blinked at Klein.
"Perhaps we're releasing an existence that's even more evil and terrifying than a devil."
… She's trying to sow discord, right … Klein muttered inwardly. However, he couldn't help but recall the Pale Disaster that was recorded in history books and the various Churches' books. It resulted in the deaths of large numbers of creatures, turning the Northern Continent into a living hell. And the main culprits of this disaster were Death and the Primordial Demoness. It was the Southern Continent's Death Consul and the Demoness Sect. Among them, Mr. Aztec, who was known as Death Consul, definitely played a rather important role …
Aztec fell silent for a few seconds before grabbing Klein's shoulder and entering the spirit world with him. In the Black Death's captain's cabin, only Demoness of Unaging Katerina Pellè and Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy were left.
The latter looked at the spot where the two had disappeared and calmed down for a while before gritting her teeth.
"I won't forget this!"
Katarina regained her holy demeanor and smiled.
"It's painful. The more painful it is, the more you will realize how weak you are. When the pain reaches an extreme, the desire to change yourself will be strong enough to help you withstand the potion and obtain godhood in the ritual to become a demigod … "
When Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy heard that, she suddenly recalled something. Her expression froze as she blurted out a question.
Her expression froze as she blurted out, "Elaine was able to escape the Black Death because …"
Katerina smiled faintly.
"You're my youngest child, but you're the one with the highest chance of becoming a demigod. As a mother, I naturally have to help you."
Tracy's facial muscles twitched as she said, "That's right.
I have you as a mother, and another mother …
"Why didn't you tell me the truth back then? You clearly grasped several Low- and Mid-Sequence pathways!"
Katerina turned around, her white robe fluttering as she said in an ethereal tone,
She said in an ethereal tone, "We all have to approach the Primordial.
"We are all 'Her' children."
As she spoke, the gigantic sailboat that was dozens of meters long surged with turbulent but silent black flames. They covered every corner and burned silently, but they didn't harm the pirates on the Black Death. It was as though they were cleaning up the accumulated dust.
…
The layers of colors retreated as the indescribable transparent figure left. Klein's spirituality suddenly stirred as he felt that all the items he had left on the Black Death had vanished.
As expected of the Demoness of Unaging … Klein sighed. Just as he was about to say something, he plummeted once again as he left the spirit world with Aztec.
They were in a valley that spread out along a river. There were fertile fields, manors, and small towns that were very characteristic of Rouen.
Klein looked around and realized that he was standing in a dark cemetery that had been abandoned for a long time.
"Mr. Aztec …" he shouted in puzzlement.
Azik walked in front of a grave covered in weeds with a broken stone tablet.
He said in a deep voice, "After meeting Katerina Pellet, I recalled something.
"I once told you that in one of my dreams, in one of my lives, there was a daughter. She had soft black hair, and she liked to sit on the swing that I built myself and ask for sweets from me.
"When I was traversing the spirit world just now, I suddenly sensed a summoning from my bloodline."
Klein was infected by his emotions as he calmly asked, "This is her …"
"This is her …"
Aztec nodded and squatted down to caress the half tombstone. His bronze-colored side profile was filled with gentleness, sadness, and confusion.
"This is her grave.
"If I remember correctly, she has been dead for 926 years …"
926 years … Klein wanted to say something, but he was cut off by the long passage of time.
If it wasn't for the various Churches forcing the dead to be buried in cemeteries and having a certain level of supervision, as well as the lack of all-out war since the Fifth Epoch, this grave and tombstone would have long been nowhere to be found.
A person's life was only a few decades, and this was 926 years.
The abandoned cemetery was silent for a while. Aztec stood up again and grabbed Klein's shoulder.
"I'll send you back first."
After traversing the spirit world for a few minutes, Klein saw the white bedsheets and the brownish-yellow floor once again.
Aztec pressed down on his top hat and said solemnly, "I'll continue my journey, and you'll continue your adventure."
Klein nodded and was just about to say something when he saw the corners of Mr. Aztec's mouth curl up.
Klein nodded and was about to say something when he saw the corners of Mr. Azik's mouth curl up as he smiled.
Without waiting for Klein to answer, Aztec sighed and said, "Were you worried that I would become an evil person like the Demoness after regaining my memories?"
Without waiting for Klein to answer, Aztec sighed and said,
"I'm very worried too.
"However, I want to find myself more."
With that said, the void around him rippled like water as his figure disappeared from the room.
Klein stood rooted to the ground and remained silent for a long time.
He shook his head and laughed silently as though he was consoling himself.
Perhaps when the time comes, I'll already be a powerhouse at the level of an angel. I can establish a mental hospital for antisocial personalities, with Miss Justice as the attending physician …
Reining in his thoughts, Klein sat down and habitually recalled and reviewed the operation.
I originally thought that I could Graze a Demoness of Affliction and obtain further clues to Death's documents and the missing persons case. Who knew that the development and outcome were not within my expectations? I can only complete the initial goal.
Sigh, it's impossible for me to instigate Mr. Aztec to take action. After all, he hasn't fully recovered, and he's facing an Undying Demoness … It's more important to be strong myself. Instead of relying on others, it's better to rely on myself. Heh heh, on careful thought, I'm indeed relying on myself most of the time …
I can start with the missing persons case from the buyer, that Crazy Captain Connors Viktor.
Klein changed his sitting posture and nodded to himself as he muttered inwardly.
The biggest gain this time is that I've established the principles of acting as a Faceless. I'm able to blend in and extricate myself, and I've defeated my psychological barriers. I've also become wary of the problem of being addicted to the character.
This way, a potion that would take a year or two to be digested through simple, normal acting might be completely absorbed in another three to four months or even half a year …
After reflecting on himself, Klein planned on taking a nap. At daybreak, he would take the radio transceiver down from above the gray fog and communicate with Arrodes.
Of course, the premise was that he needed to divine the level of danger above the gray fog.
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