In the magnificent palace above the gray fog, Klein stretched out his right hand and tapped the edge of the long mottled table.
He silently muttered to himself, The five major families of the Tudor Dynasty are Amon, Abraham, Antigonus, Jacob, and Tamara … The ones who helped Alista Tudor become Blood Emperor were Adam, Amon, Abraham, and the other Kings of Angels …
Can this be inferred that during the Tudor-Telun Sostel United Empire, Amon and Abraham stood beside one of the two consul, Alista?
If that's the case, then Blood Emperor Alista Tudor didn't plan on switching pathways in the beginning. When he secretly built the mausoleum, he would've sought help from one or more of Amon, Abraham, or Antigonus. As for Bethel Abraham, he's Mr. Door, and he's in control of the Apprentice pathway. In terms of Teleportation, even a true god might not be able to compare to "Him" …
Therefore, is it possible that the Fixed Teleportation in the Tudor ruins was set up by Bethel Abraham?
The probability is very high!
Yes, only an important figure like Mr. Door can allow the entry and exit of secret ruins to reach such a level. It's impossible for my divination above the gray fog to locate him, and it's difficult for an angel who's in charge of Concealment to directly infiltrate …
Amidst his thoughts, Klein was more and more inclined to believe that his guess was close to the truth.
I wonder if Mr. Door left behind the corresponding information to provide accurate positioning information or other methods of entry and exit? This will require Miss Magicians to ask her teacher again …
Sigh, I really hope that Miss Magicians can become a Traveler as soon as possible. That way, I won't need to rely on writing letters to contact her teacher. I can directly "Teleport" over. Yes, I can do it now, but "Recording" so many "Trips" will scare her teacher and attract suspicion. How troublesome …
If the House of Abraham doesn't have any records left behind, should I attempt to speak to Mr. Door? That's not only troublesome, it's also dangerous … Most importantly, Miss Magicians hasn't reached Sequence 5. She can't hear me clearly every time, much less respond to Mr. Door. It's impossible for me to turn her into my marionette or descend and possess her body … Back when Klein first pulled Magicians Fors above the gray fog, he had seriously considered the problem of communicating with Mr. Door through her after he advanced. Later, the more he learned, the more fearful he became. He didn't dare take the risk.
Moreover, at his current level, he lacked sufficiently effective and safe methods.
After a series of thoughts, Klein suddenly sighed softly and said a word, "You're not a good person.
"Patience …"
…
Above the sea, on an island where pirates were more active.
Fors picked up the glass and took a sip of the transparent, colorless liquid expectantly.
Her face scrunched up, as if she had tasted something disgusting.
"Pui, isn't this Lanti Proof too inferior? Why are they drinking it so happily?" Fors put down the glass, raised her right hand, and fanned her mouth. She muttered softly, "Apart from the high alcohol content, it has no other advantages. Oh right, it's also cheap!"
After drinking a mouthful of cold water from another cup, Fors picked up a fountain pen and wrote in a rather poor-quality notebook:
"The pirates here only pursue strong alcohol, and they pay attention to the price. To them, getting drunk is more important than anything else.
"Three pirate friends I know told me that this port city was built by them. In the beginning, they docked their ships here, hid their harvest, and settled their families. Later, bankrupt people, adventurers, and tax evaders came here and settled down. They opened up wastelands on the island and built houses. Later, a trading market was formed, and the merchants at sea swarmed over like sharks that smelled blood."
At this point, Fors raised her head and looked at the three pirates who were curled up in the corner.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
The 3 burly pirates shuddered at the same time, scowling miserably.
"No, I really don't."
I have to say, imitating Mr. World to deal with pirates feels pretty good … Fors sighed inwardly, shook her head, retracted her gaze, and continued writing.
"The atmosphere here is very open. If a woman takes a liking to a man, she can also name a price. Similarly, if a man takes a liking to another man, and if a woman takes a liking to another woman, it's also possible. According to my three pirate friends, because of the long period of depression and boredom, it's inevitable that some people would try taboo behavior. In this aspect, they were very honest, and each described their own experiences …
"In addition, they let me know something I didn't dare to believe in the past: pirates actually advocated democracy and justice.
"This has completely subverted my understanding. But if I think about it carefully, it doesn't seem difficult to understand. At least they didn't say that they were pursuing justice.
"The explanation given by my three pirate friends is that when a person and their weapons don't have absolute strength, the majority on a pirate ship will definitely prevail. Furthermore, steering a large ship requires the cooperation of many people … When these factors add up, it leads to a pirate crew being very democratic. Every once in a while, a captain will be voted out or even killed by his subordinates.
"I believe that if a captain has absolute strength, the pirate crew will definitely develop into another form."
At this point, Fors looked out the window again. She saw that under the blue sky and white clouds, buildings made of wood or stone surrounded a market. From time to time, she could see a few children in tattered clothes hopping past.
Listening to the lively commotion, Fors wrote again, "That's right.
"There's no urban planning here. Everyone casually builds houses and expands the borders. As a result, many roads can only accommodate one person. There's no sunlight at all …
"My first thought was that once a fire broke out, the consequences would be terrible. Baekeland once had a similar tragedy. However, my three pirate friends told me that it wasn't worth worrying about. This is because it's humid and rainy here, and people with strange powers don't try to hide it …
"This place hasn't been affected by the war. Although it's chaotic, it gives people a sense of tranquility.
"Also, what they're most afraid of isn't King of the Five Seas Nast, nor are they afraid of all sorts of terrifying legends, but the crazy adventurer, German Sparrow. Every pirate is warning each other not to drink too late, not to walk at night, and not to relieve themselves in alleys because it might very well cause them to go missing. And the murderer is rumored to be that gentleman …
"This is a form of hunting?"
As she wrote, Fors's expression gradually turned solemn. She hurriedly took out another stack of paper and continued with the existing content.
"… The hospital's nights are always filled with a special coldness. The darkness outside the window is also thicker than other places …
"… No one knows why the lady in the single ward would get her family to bring mushrooms and weeds. No one knows where these things end up. In short, there aren't any signs of a fire in the ward, nor are there any junk outside. This makes the nurses suspect that the patient is secretly eating the mushrooms and weeds …"
…
In Afternoon Town, which was built on a mountain and divided into upper, middle, and lower levels, in the City of Silver's camp.
Derrick Berg clasped his hands and placed them in front of his mouth.
He softly chanted, "The Fool that doesn't belong to this era …"
After chanting piously, he stood up, picked up the ancient cross covered in verdigris, and walked towards the bonfire outside.
As the Unshadowed Crucifix rejected other mystical items, his hammer, Thunder God's Roar, could only be carried by Haim and Joshua for the time being.
While the City of Silver's expedition team was gathering, Klein, who was in Baekeland, had already arrived above the gray fog. He picked up the Sea God Scepter, and with the expansion and contraction of one of the crimson stars, he saw the situation in Afternoon Town and expanded his vision towards the Giant King's Court.
If he didn't use the prayer light and the Sea God Scepter, just by using the crimson stars, Klein temporarily didn't have such a wide range of observation.
As he moved his gaze, Klein's eyes gradually reflected a resplendent but gloomy dusk.
The area where the dusk enveloped was filled with countless palaces, towers, and majestic city walls. They were magnificent and gorgeous, as though they were a miracle that only existed in myths and legends. Furthermore, they had been frozen in time.
Giant King's Court!
Klein attempted to zoom in, but he realized that he couldn't see the exact situation beneath the dusk.
As expected of an ancient god's divine kingdom. Furthermore, it's not the kind that has been abandoned or hidden … It's no wonder the Kings of Angels chose this place as a secret gathering spot … I hope that Little Sun's prayer after entering the Giant King's Court will help me see it a little more clearly … Klein nodded in thought.
At the same time, he cast a portion of his attention to Shepherd Elder Lovia and discovered that the lady was hiding an illusory silver full-body armor.
This should be the evil spirit that she Grazed … I haven't seen the True Creator exert any influence on it for now … Klein slowly exhaled as he patiently waited for the subsequent developments.
After a while, under Chief Colin Iliad's lead, Derrick Berg and the other nine members of the expedition team left the Afternoon Town camp. They followed the gray stone staircase, passing through the towering and dark buildings as they headed for the peak.
They were at least Sequence 6 Beyonders, and most of them belonged to the Warrior pathway. They advanced at a relatively fast speed, and after clearing a few waves of monsters that were mainly rotting giants, they finally arrived at the area shrouded in dusk. They were shocked by the magnificent buildings that exuded a strong sense of epicness. No one spoke for a moment.
This was also the first time they had encountered a place where there was "natural" light without alternating lightning!
Demon Hunter Colin narrowed his eyes, took out a metal bottle, and drank the liquid inside.
After generations of changes, they were already more accustomed to the dark environment with frequent lightning. They had an instinctive fear towards the situation of dusk.
They were both hopeful and fearful.
After drinking the potion they had prepared and mentally preparing themselves, Colin Iliad and Shepherd Lovia led the members of the expedition team into the area with the light of dusk.
Before Derrick could sense anything, he saw the Unshadowed Crucifix in his hand fall to the ground, revealing a corporeal body formed from pure light.
The light emitted by the corporeal body was no longer clear. It was dyed with the orange-red color unique to dusk.
Right on the heels of that, Derrick felt his condition plummet to rock bottom. It was as though he was at the most exhausted moment of "daytime." He was prepared to welcome the approaching night.
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