Chapter 295 The Fool: The Fall of the Old Gods, the Birth of the New Gods

Chapter 295 The Fool: The Fall of the Old Gods, the Birth of the New Gods

The Fool's calm gaze swept over every member of the Tarot Club, and they were all waiting for his next words.

"You have heard of one, Adam of the Twilight Hermit Society. He is also a King of Angels, hmm, He is also the brother of Amon, the offspring of God."

The Fool spoke in a calm tone, uttering words that touched the heart.

Since the Son of God is the King of Angels, and Amon is one of the Angels of Time, then Adam, also the Son of God, has no reason not to be one.

Amon is the Angel of Time, then Adam, who follows the path of imagination, should be called the Angel of Imagination, after all, the sequence 0 of this path is the Dreamer.

In the astonished gaze of the Tarot Club members, the Fool threw out another bombshell.

"The Kings of Angels are very close to the position of God. After the fall of the ancient Sun God, new deities were born."

This statement is not a fabrication by Cline, but a reasonable speculation.

Judging from the position of the Kings of Angels, They are basically only one step away from the position of God. So after the fall of the ancient Sun God, among the eight Kings of Angels, there must be those who became gods.

Also, judging from the name of the Kings of Angels, since there are Angels of Time, Angels of Fate, and Angels of Imagination, there may also be Angels of Wisdom, Angels of Red, Angels of Power, Angels of Light, Angels of Darkness, and so on.

Looking at the current seven true gods, except for the last Steam and Machinery God to ascend to godhood, it is unlikely that they were the Kings of Angels left behind by the ancient Sun God. The other deities may fit his speculation.

For example, the Eternal Blazing Sun God could be the Angel of Light, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom could be the Angel of Wisdom.

Most crucially, this sentence did not say it so explicitly.

And no one could find fault with it, for after the fall of the ancient Sun God, did not seven new true gods appear later?

This is a very accurate sentence, and it has a high prestige, enough to deal with the members of the Tarot Club.

The Fool sat at the head of the long bronze table, always maintaining a faint smile, looking down at the varying expressions on the faces of the Tarot Club members from a lofty position.

In their eyes, the reason he did not tell them everything was that this information involved deities, and if he told them, it would be a disaster, not a blessing.

They might still be thinking that the Fool was too kind, always considering what words to use to take care of their low-sequence existence.

This hurdle was overcome, and the Fool was satisfied, as was Cline.

In the subsequent conversations and transactions, the Tarot Club members were more cautious and low-key than usual, for today they had heard secrets about deities.

Except for a certain thick-skinned vampire and the simple and kind Little Sun, the others felt a heavy weight in their hearts, the weight of hidden history.

After the Tarot Club meeting ended this week, Cline finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was not an easy task to always find the right words to deceive them.

Fortunately, he now had enough experience in how to play the role of the Fool well.

After resting for a while above the mist, Cline left the mist, washed his hands and face, and dried himself before slowly walking out of the washroom.

Facing the Night Watchman Squad members joking that he had been in the washroom for so long, Cline just pretended to grimace and rubbed his stomach, which made it easy to get by and even earned him a lot of concern.

Being able to go to the washroom on paid time was a comfort that Cline appreciated in his work.

At six o'clock in the evening, Cline returned home and started preparing for tonight's dinner.

Benson, who had been idle at home waiting for exam results, volunteered to take on the task of cooking dinner, but was mercilessly rejected by Cline and Melissa.

As for the reason... the moonlight tonight is really nice.

After finishing the kitchen work and eating dinner, Benson took over the task of washing dishes and cleaning up, and this time no one fought with him for it.

Cline changed into a comfortable position, lying sideways on the sofa, half-squinting at Melissa, who was intently fiddling with some of her devices under the light, occasionally glancing at Benson in the kitchen to see if he had made any mistakes.

This kind of life was ordinary, but also beautiful.

He had always thought that this was the kind of life he longed for, so when Lord Hastur Campbell asked him that question before leaving Beckland, he gave that answer.

But after living this kind of leisurely and ordinary life, he felt that something was missing.

Since he descended into this world, he had encountered various problems, those life-threatening events that forced him to constantly improve and move further into the extraordinary world.

After coming to Beckland, everything in life suddenly became peaceful, and he would not encounter so many things every day, able to calmly pass each day, and even live with his loved ones. EvenInce Zangwill, who had once plagued Tingen, was already dead.

Life was steadily moving in the direction he had hoped for.

But the joy on his face was diminishing, perhaps because what could be easily obtained would not be cherished too much.

In recent nights, he often dreamed of leaving Beckland alone and going on adventures elsewhere.

For example, outsmarting and outfighting pirates on the high seas in search of the legendary mysterious treasure, helping Little Sun's Silver City emerge from the God-forsaken land, or going in search of a way to return home.

"Cline, you look like you have something on your mind. Is it a work problem?"

Benson, who had finished washing the dishes and came out, sat in the chair opposite the sofa, looking at Cline with some concern.

A smile appeared on Cline's face. "I was just thinking about some issues. You also know that even though this is Beckland, there are still many people who don't like to use their brains, so we have to work our brains harder."

Benson also smiled. "Yes, you're right. Most of their brain abilities can't even match a woolly monkey."

Cline shook his head solemnly. "Scientists have studied that woolly monkeys are intelligent creatures, but there is no research proving that everyone's brain can function normally."

"Hahaha..."

Benson was stunned for a moment, then looked at Cline, and they both burst out laughing.

Their laughter caused Melissa, who was fiddling with her precision instruments, to jerk her hand, wasting the time she had spent before. She first pouted in displeasure, then smiled faintly as well.

The next day, while Cline was out on official business, he took a detour to the Roselle Memorial Exhibition, hoping to get lucky.

Unfortunately, his luck was not good this time. He carefully examined every bookmark tucked into each book, but none of the bookmarks matched Roselle's description.

In the end, he could only leave the Roselle Memorial Exhibition with regret, thinking that perhaps the blasphemous card Roselle had hidden was not here, but had been lost over the years.

There was also another possibility: the blasphemous card had been taken away in advance, with the Steam Church being the prime suspect.

Otherwise, they would not have allowed ordinary people to come and go, casually examining the things left behind by Roselle.

After visiting the Roselle Memorial Exhibition, Cline went to St. Semuel's Church.

Recently, Leonard was preparing to leave Beckland to carry out a mission.

This was the usual work of the Red Gloves.

This time, their mission was to secretly find the abnormal behavior that occurred toInce Zangwill and retrieve the lost Sealed Artifact 008.

Leonard, who had many encounters withInce Zangwill, was naturally selected to be one of the members executing this mission.

On the long stone bench outside the entrance of St. Semuel's Church, Leonard was feeding the flock of pigeons that were not too afraid of people with the feed in his palm, while speaking: "Sometimes I really envy your job, being able to stay in Beckland without worry."

Cline took a handful of feed from his palm and slowly scattered it. "I don't mind switching with you, and going out to enjoy different scenery."

"That won't do. I've been looking forward to the opportunity to leave Beckland."

"Oh, is it because something sad happened to you here?"

Leonard's motion of feeding the pigeons paused, and his tone became a little unnatural: "I just have a habit of longing for freedom. It's not my style to stay in one place for too long."

"You stayed in Tingen for quite a while, didn't you?"

"..."

Leonard scattered the remaining feed in his hand, then clapped his hands and stood up. "I'll be leaving tomorrow, wish me luck."

"Good luck will always be with you, my friend."

"You take care too."

It was only after Leonard left that Cline realized that he seemed to have been unconsciously led to change the subject by Leonard.

It seems he had experienced quite a few things in Beckland.

...

At dawn, just as the sky was brightening, Leonard and his teammates boarded the same steam train thatInce Zangwill had suddenly returned to Beckland on.

Leonard and Ilya, codenamed the Goddess's Eye and the leader of the Red Gloves squad this time, sat in the same seat thatInce Zangwill had last sat in, trying to gain some inspiration from it.

The mature and charming Ilya asked, "You've had quite a few encounters withInce Zangwill. In your opinion, what kind of situation would make him suddenly choose to return to Beckland?"

Leonard answered gravely, "He is a very patient weaver of webs. In a situation where he had already escaped from Beckland, the only reasons for him to return to Beckland would be if he went mad, acted foolishly, or lost his wits."

Facing this Goddess's Eye, Ilya, who had just returned prematurely from the Southern Continent, he seemed a little nervous. It was said that this lady Ilya's eyes could see through people's hearts, and he was terrified of such a woman deep down.

"Is it not possible that he had some reason that forced him to return to Beckland?"

"From what I know of him, he would rather give up some things than prioritize ensuring his own safety. He is not a person who likes to take risks, and especially when he still had 008 in his possession, he prefers to use coincidences and chances to achieve his goals, rather than personally participating in the script."

On this matter, Leonard always believed that this was definitely not a coincidence.

Rather, it was a fate arranged forInce Zangwill by someone!

The person skilled at weaving scripts and arranging others' fates ended up dying in a fate arranged by someone else - this was very reasonable.

They had later examinedInce Zangwill's corpse and found that his sanity had once had a serious problem. Returning to Beckland at that time seemed more like being guided by some force.

After discussion, they believed that the new owner of Sealed Artifact 008 was highly suspicious in this matter.

(End of chapter)