In the magnificent palace propped up by stone pillars, Klein sat on a high-back chair, tapping the edge of the long mottled table. He first eliminated the possibility of finding a Sequence 4 Unshadowed of the Sun pathway.
Firstly, he had almost no contact with the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun, so it was difficult for him to find anyone to help him. Secondly, he suspected that an Unshadowed might not be able to purify the mental corruption in the All-Black Eye. After all, Cattleya's suggestion was aimed at the influence left behind by ordinary Rampagers, and this came from the True Creator!
It's not realistic to seek the help of an angel or a true deity. In theory, I can divine the Eternal Blazing Sun in this mysterious space above the gray fog and use "His" spontaneous counterattack to shatter the All-Black Eye and evaporate the mental corruption. But the problem is that "He" who has "experience" might be able to invade this place and occupy the gray fog. Then, I'll lose more than I gain …
Furthermore, that power that far exceeds my current level will instantly take effect without any delay. It's targeted at me, and I have no time or ability to direct it to the All-Black Eye. I lack the leeway to do so.
Also, it's not something that can be divined through divination. There needs to be a medium. Previously, I used the Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem with the divine blood of the Eternal Blazing Sun. It was the True Creator's corrupted ear.
Currently, the ones with a medium are Mr. Door and the Hidden Sage. I can attempt it through Miss Magicians's full moon ravings and Admiral of Stars's pursuit of knowledge. However, there's also the problem of the counterattack not being directed at the All-Black Eye, and I'm unable to do so.
Mr. Aztec hasn't recovered, and Snake of Fate Will Auceptin hasn't been born. No matter how I think about it, I can't find an angel to help me. Sigh, I still don't know enough high-level figures … Right, there's still someone who's close to the level of an angel. It's the evil spirit suspected to be King of Angels Medici in the underground ruins of Baekeland! However, this fellow is extremely scheming and hides countless schemes and ill intentions. If it wasn't for the lack of other solutions, I wouldn't even consider it.
Yes, taking such a risk isn't worth it. If that's the case, I might as well give up on the All-Black Eye and search for the main ingredients of a Marionettist, which are the powder of an ancient wraith and the core crystal of a six-winged gargoyle. The former might even be in the Underworld!
From the looks of it, recollecting is one idea, and finding a mystical item like Blood Vessel Thief is another. With the gray fog shielding me, I can use the power of theft to great effect. I can definitely separate the True Creator's mental corruption from the All-Black Eye without fear of it returning.
"The simplest way to do it is to throw the corrupted mystical item far away once the theft is complete. Then, bring the pure All-Black Eye back to the real World, allowing the two to be physically separated.
Hmm … Where should I find similar mystical items? Mr. The Hanging Man didn't say a word after reading the solution, indicating that he didn't know either. However, he could still ask on the Tarot next time. Ma 'am Hermit, Miss Justice, Miss Magicians, Little Sun, and Emlyn White all have the corresponding channels and resources …
"I'll try to find it myself this week, starting with Vice Admiral Iceberg. Her three Flowery Bow Ties, Jodeson, has the Beyonder power of Theft. Perhaps he knows where there are similar mystical items."
Klein gradually sorted out his thoughts and came up with a preliminary plan.
He first did a divination before quickly returning to the real World. He shook off his decadent state of slumping in his reclining chair, drinking and reading newspapers, and quickly set up a ritual.
It was still three candles, but the difference was that the depiction had been changed to the Sacred Emblem of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom — the Omniscient Eye on an open book. The silver ceremonial dagger had also been replaced with a brass knife. In mysticism, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom corresponded to the blue star, and the blue star domain's metals were mercury and brass.
Klein had long considered the problem of contacting Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina Edwards, so he had prepared a set of ingredients for the Soulfall Ritual. After some work, he burned the corresponding herbal powder and dripped down the essence and extract from lavender and mint.
Amidst the fresh, elegant, and mysterious fragrance, Klein took a step back and recited an incantation in ancient Hermes:
"I pray for the power of knowledge;
"I pray for the power of reason;
"I pray for the blessings of the God of Wisdom;
"I pray for you to allow me to communicate with the spirit of the mentor who pursues knowledge, the researcher of spirit world creatures, Vice Admiral Iceberg of the Sea, Edwina Edwards of Lenburg."
…
Klein's voice reverberated as the altar instantly turned cold. Be it the brass holy dagger or the metal bottle, all of them floated up.
Success. The Golden Dream is still within 500 nautical miles … Klein was first delighted before he saw the flames of the three candles grow a little longer. They were dyed with a pale-white color with a tinge of dark green.
He knew that the essence of the Soulfall Ritual was to release one's body and allow the target's Astral Projection to attach itself to it to complete an effective communication. This would result in a lack of necessary protection, making it easy for the entity that the Soulfall Ritual was directed at to harm him. Therefore, he had done a divination ahead of time to determine the danger level of the matter. Furthermore, through their meeting and conversation, he believed that Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina wasn't a person with ill intentions. She could be temporarily trusted.
At this moment, the wind inside the wall of spirituality produced a whimpering sound. Klein felt a cold and sinister force descend from the void in an attempt to enter his body.
Then, he was surprised to discover that he wasn't as he had expected. He didn't have the strength to resist and control the situation.
What's going on? Just as he had this thought, he vaguely saw a thin, formless layer of gray fog around him.
This was something special he had gained after advancing to Faceless. The gray fog's powers had seeped into reality!
As his thoughts raced, Klein didn't hesitate. He suddenly waved his arm and pointed at the coat rack where his coat was hanging. He "threw" the cold and sinister force over.
On the coat rack, his black woolen coat floated up in a strange manner. His arms were raised high in a somewhat clumsy manner.
It was as though an invisible person had put on his coat!
The black woolen coat floated forward two meters before coming to a stop.
Its two sleeves were raised and interlaced into an "X" shape.
What does that mean? Klein was taken aback for a moment before understanding Vice Admiral Iceberg's meaning.
I can't speak without a mouth! I can't write without a palm!
That's a little awkward … Klein thought for a moment and went straight to the point.
"I need a mystical item that can steal the Beyonder powers of others. I wonder if you have one, Ma 'am?
"If you don't, can you help me ask your third mate, Mr. Flowery Bow Tie Jodeson?
"You can write the corresponding answer in a letter and summon my messenger to send it over."
The sleeves of the black woolen coat unfolded and pressed down.
Then, it lost its soul and fell to the ground with a thud, no longer standing straight.
Does it mean "okay?" Klein sighed silently and quickly ended the ritual. He hung the black woolen coat on the coat rack and cleaned it with a brush and handkerchief.
Then, he wrote a letter and asked Mr. Aztec a similar question.
After blowing the copper whistle to summon the messenger and take the letter, Klein enthusiastically tried the third method.
He took the paper crane out of his wallet, unfolded it carefully, and wrote on it in pencil:
He wrote on it with a pencil: "Where can I obtain a mystical item that can steal the Beyonder powers of others?"
Putting down the pencil, Klein followed the lines and completed the restoration of the paper crane. He was very pleased with his improvement.
…
At night, Klein finished reading the prayers of his believers and returned to the real World. He went to the bathroom and took a rather comfortable hot bath.
This made him quickly fall asleep after he crawled into bed until he was alarmed by the invasion of a power in his dream.
It was the desolate plains and the pitch-black, towering steeple again. Klein very skillfully passed through doors and walls until he reached the depths of the steeple.
There were still tarot cards scattered here. They were placed around the protruding ground in the middle, as though they were declaring something. However, as a Seer, Klein could only make chaotic and contradictory interpretations.
The text on the protruding area had been updated. The silver words formed three sentences.
The first sentence was:
"I'm just a child that hasn't been born."
Klein's expression froze as though he heard a baby cry: "Please, don't make things difficult for me. It's tiring to communicate like this …"
The second sentence was equally simple:
"The clue is on you."
The third sentence was:
"Don't ask me what the clue is, because I don't know either."
That is to say, Snake of Fate Will Auceptin foresaw that the clue is on me, but he's unable to predict what it is exactly … It feels like a charlatan's divination. No, I can't say that. I can't scold myself … Klein memorized the hint, exited the dream, and fell asleep again until dawn.
After breakfast, he began recalling the items and experiences he had in search of the so-called clues.
At this moment, his spiritual perception was triggered as he quickly activated his Spirit Vision.
The skeleton messenger was still huge, but unlike before, its head didn't pierce through the ceiling.
This was because it had drilled out from the floor, and most of its body was on the floor below.
Under such circumstances, it looked straight at Klein and placed the reply letter in his palm.
Seeing the messenger quickly disintegrate and fall like a waterfall, Klein was stunned for two seconds before he muttered in amusement and exasperation,
He muttered in exasperation and amusement, "That's polite!
"You're becoming more and more considerate!
"Ever since I knew that it wouldn't be transferred to me, I've changed a lot …"
Klein quickly retracted his gaze, unfolded the letter, and read Mr. Aztec's reply:
"… The pathway to steal the Beyonder powers of others is the Marauder pathway. In the Fourth Epoch, it belonged to the Amon family, the Zoroast family, and the Jacob family … After the War of the Four Emperors, they rarely appeared again. It's said that a portion of them formed an alliance and called themselves the Hermits of Fate.
"I can't recall any more details. You can start with the descendants of these three families."
Amon … So Blasphemer is referring to this pathway? The Jacob family is one of the five archangel families of the Tudor Dynasty, along with Abraham, Amon, Antigonus, and Tamara. As for the Zoroast family, it's the Solomon Empire … Hermits of Fate. Fate, Hermits … The clue is on me … Klein suddenly sat up straight as he thought of an item.
It was a mysterious badge from Lanevus. The symbols on it were "Fate" and "Concealment"!
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