On the undulating sea, inside the ancient and gloomy sailboat.
Alger Wilson was standing by the window, thinking about what he needed to take note of when he returned to Pasu Island. Suddenly, a boundless gray fog and a figure that loomed over everything appeared in front of him.
He immediately saw a dark red beam of light and a blurry figure that he suspected to be The World. He then heard the other party's calm and indifferent voice.
After listening carefully, Alger's eyes widened bit by bit. He couldn't contain his joy, but he also felt a strong sense of surprise and shock.
He remembered very clearly that back in the Tarot, The World had only promised to help Sun obtain the Notary potion formula in three days. He didn't mention anything related to the Ocean Songster, but in just a few days, this gentleman had obtained the rarely circulated Sequence 5 formula. Furthermore, he had obtained the main ingredient!
"What did he do?" Alger muttered silently to himself as he couldn't help but recall German Sparrow's cold and unyielding look. He increasingly felt that he couldn't see through him.
Is this the benefit of being a Blessed? Hmm, I just received news yesterday that German Sparrow boarded the Future at Nas last week. On the one hand, this means that Admiral of Stars is indeed The Hermit. On the other hand, does it mean that what The World did last week was very important? For example, entering the dangerous waters in the east and obtaining some item? That's why he had no choice but to seek The Hermit's help? As a result, he advanced and became a Sequence 5 Beyonder?
This can explain why he obtained the Ocean Songster potion formula and main ingredient in a few short days … But what did he do? Don't tell me he killed a quasi-high-ranking member of the Church? Alger couldn't help but frown.
He quickly calmed his emotions and shifted his focus to something else.
Although obtaining the formula and main ingredient in one go had indeed left him abnormally happy and excited, making him feel that becoming a member of the Tarot was a turning point in his life, correspondingly, he had to pay a sufficient price!
What can I give The World … Alger fell into deep thought as he tragically realized that he didn't have any items or money of equivalent value.
He subconsciously paced back and forth, circling the window again and again.
…
Above the gray fog, the busy World vanished. Klein cast his gaze at Rosell's Travels, which he had brought above the gray fog.
This book, which was bound with yellowish-brown parchment paper, was quietly placed at the end of the long bronze table. There was nothing special about it, and it was so ordinary that only people who liked to study history would pay attention to it.
Klein conjured a pen and paper and carefully wrote down the first divination statement:
"This is the Spectator pathway's Uniqueness."
This was what he was most worried about, because it meant that he couldn't seal the book above the gray fog. It might bring about unexpected accidents, and if he carried it with him, Klein might be sucked into the book again. That would be very troublesome.
Removing the spirit pendulum from his left wrist, Klein calmed himself down and attempted divination.
When he opened his eyes, the topaz pendant was spinning counterclockwise.
This meant a negative outcome.
From the looks of it, this strange book isn't the Spectator pathway's Uniqueness. Then, I don't have to be too afraid … Klein thought for a few seconds and attempted to divine if Rosell's Travels was the corresponding item of the Spectator pathway's Sequence 1 or Sequence 2. To his surprise, he received a failure.
Hmm … He pondered for a long time before writing a new divination statement:
"Its origins."
The reason why Klein dared to make such a divination was that he knew very well that the Spectator pathway's Sequence 0 had long perished, and the Uniqueness was likely in the hands of the Twilight Hermit Order. The possibility of it having a corresponding true deity was almost negligible.
Putting down the pen and holding the paper and book, Klein leaned back in his chair. As he muttered the statement, he entered a dream with the help of Cogitation.
The gray world suddenly cracked open as the sky turned extremely dark, as though a strong wind was sweeping up the dark clouds.
In such a dark environment, a point of light first appeared in the horizon before growing bigger and clearer.
It was a floating continent!
It was a continent that could accommodate several normal cities!
The continent's periphery was grayish-white in color. Gigantic rocks revealed their outlines, and above them, there were magnificent stone pillars that were hundreds of meters tall. They either stood alone or propped up towering ancient palaces.
Dragons that were either grayish-white, scarlet-red, or made of brass, or formed from ice crystals flew above the city. From time to time, they would land on top of a stone pillar to rest, overlooking everything. At other times, they would enter the tall and majestic palace and disappear from Klein's line of sight.
Among them, the smallest was the same size as the King of the North, Ulyssan. The largest reached a hundred meters.
The scene quickly zoomed in as a palace that was more than two hundred meters tall began to occupy Klein's vision.
Inside, stone pillars stood erect, propping up the dome. The space was large enough for any dragon to move freely.
The "camera" kept zooming in, and Klein soon saw a book made of yellowish-brown goatskin. Its cover was blank as it floated in midair. Compared to its surroundings, it was unbelievably small.
Behind the book, a gigantic shadow appeared.
Just as the shadow's outline was outlined, the thoughts and thoughts in Klein's mind instantly exploded!
His eyeballs spewed out with blood. Two black holes were left where his ears were. Milky-White objects that were dyed bright red kept spewing out of his mouth and nostrils.
The mysterious space above the gray fog trembled gently, calming everything. Klein quickly returned to normal as he grimaced and rubbed his head.
It hurts! It really fucking hurts!
This isn't any worse than the Eternal Blazing Sun. I didn't even get a clear look at "His" appearance. I didn't gain any knowledge …
"He" is the Dragon of Imagination, Ankewelt, right? According to Little Sun's information, "He" perished at the end of the Second Epoch. I've been separated by several epochs, two to three thousand years. All I did was peek at it, and I ended up in such a miserable state. If not for the gray fog's isolation and help, I would definitely have died on the spot … Isn't this mark too powerful?
There's no way to make a concrete comparison because the damage isn't as great as the Eternal Blazing Sun's. However, one is long dead, while the other is still alive. This makes me suspect that ancient gods are stronger than the present true gods …
After taking nearly a minute to recover from the pain, he cast his gaze back onto Groselle's Travels. He rapped the edge of the long, mottled table and muttered silently, "That's right.
He tapped the edge of the long mottled table and muttered silently, The Author of this book is the Dragon of Imagination, Ankewelt?
A storybook written by an ancient god that can automatically deduce the ending?
What's "His" goal? When this book was formed, the Dragon of Imagination likely hadn't encountered the ancient Sun God yet, so there weren't any problems. After all, for a book to travel from the City of Miracles, Liveseyd, to the Giant King's Court, it took a considerable amount of time. And before Rosell was swallowed by the book, the Giant King was clearly still alive.
Purely a prank? A plaything to pass the time? Or could it be that the ancient god, the Dragon of Imagination, foresaw a certain future and specially created this book to leave a way out for himself or the dragons to revive? However, because he misjudged the strength and terror of the ancient Sun God, he completely perished, causing this book to be unable to be of use for thousands of years? All he did was naturally absorb characters to act out the story?
Klein made some guesses, but he wasn't able to obtain any further confirmation. All he could do was consider finding a chance to enter the book and slowly gather clues.
In the future, I can enter as a Spirit Body above the gray fog. Once I encounter an accident, I can immediately return … Hmm, I'll try again after separating from Edwina and Anderson. I have to be sufficiently careful and cautious … Klein nodded and attempted to divine if Rosell's Travels would bring any negative changes to the mysterious space above the gray fog, but he still failed.
As for the reason, he actually understood a little. It was because this place was intrinsically higher than the spirit world. Matters that involved this place naturally couldn't use divination to obtain revelations from the spirit world.
After deciding to frequently head above the gray fog to take a look to prevent any accidents from happening, Klein threw Rosell's Travels into the junk pile and waved his hand to summon a partially flattened golden wine cup.
The wine cup had complicated and exquisite patterns. Engraved on it were the two Elvish words "Calamity, Cohinem." There was nothing special about it.
With it in hand, Klein quietly rubbed it for a few seconds.
…
Knock! Knock!
Knock! Klein politely knocked on the door to the captain's cabin.
"What's the matter?" Edwina, who had already let her hair down, looked at the German Sparrow outside.
Klein handed over the Elf Queen's golden wine cup and said, "Place it in Siatas's tomb.
"Place it in Siatas's tomb."
"… Alright." Edwina fell silent for two seconds before nodding and receiving it.
She habitually studied the inscriptions and symbols on the golden wine cup before retracting her gaze in embarrassment. She turned her head to look out the window and said, "They're holding a bonfire party.
"They're going to have a bonfire party. Are you going?"
"No." Klein shook his head.
"I understand. I won't be participating either. Not everyone is like Anderson, who can quickly rid themselves of their depressed feelings," Edwina said with pursed lips.
Actually, this isn't necessarily a bad thing … Klein was momentarily at a loss for an answer. As for Edwina, apart from "attending classes," she wasn't good at conversing. The two immediately fell silent.
About ten seconds later, Klein silently drew a breath and broke the silence.
"Are you still selling the key that originates from the giant?"
"Yes." Edwina thought for a moment, glanced in the direction of the collection room, and added, "I can lend it to you for research. You can decide if you want to buy it before we leave the ship."
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