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Chapter 68 Destiny's Warning

Chapter 158 Destiny's Warning

The soft-looking divine envoy looked at the relatively simple furnishings of the Harvest Church and moved his fingers, leaving sticky blood clots between his fingers.

The illusive feeling passed away, and Mr. A saw the strange candle erected in the church again, with its dark wick and pale flame.

The ground shattered by the "Dawn Knight" just now, the destroyed chairs, and the chopped candles were restored to their pre-battle condition, and no damage could be seen anywhere.

Bishop Utravsky, who was originally standing opposite, had fallen down on the seat in the first row of the church at some point. Emlyn was holding his arms, and his head was buried in a pair of broad arms, tightly. Covering the temples on both sides.

Tears fell from his face, and the bishop with silvery hair trembled violently. He raised his head under Emlyn's alert gaze and the scrutiny from Mr. A.

His slightly cloudy eyes were filled with tears, and there were traces of crying on his wrinkled face. He stared blankly at Emlyn who was supporting him.

The priest was beaten to tears?

He was actually defeated, and he only lasted less than half a minute!

This is the divine envoy of the Aurora Society. It turns out that the rumors about them within the clan are not false. They are really that powerful! Emlyn stepped back stiffly, released Father Utravsky's hands, and wiped them helplessly.

Thinking about the fact that he met the priest two days ago and was captured two or three times, and then looked at the "shepherd" who exuded the temperament of keeping away from strangers, simply defeated the priest and killed him once in the dream, Emlyn couldn't restrain himself. Living in fear.

Well, it is not a rumor that the divine envoys of the Aurora Society are all handsome men and beauties who are no less handsome than our vampires, and their strength is beyond the imagination of ordinary extraordinary people...

Emlyn's gaze moved upward carefully. As soon as he encountered Mr. A's soft androgynous face, he was pierced by eyes that seemed to contain blood, and his gaze lowered again.

"There should be no problem." Mr. A did not pursue Emlyn's little move and said to the priest who was still immersed in emotion and joy.

Bishop Utravsky raised the corners of his mouth a little bit and smiled kindly:

"Praise be to the merciful Father of all."

"Thank you for your help, envoy of noble character."

"Praise the all-knowing and all-powerful Creator." Mr. A made the sign of the hanging cross on his chest with one hand and shook his head slightly. "This is the Lord's mercy. I am just implementing the Lord's will."

"Praise be to the Father of all living beings."

Even Emlyn, who had little contact with the outside world and was immersed in his own little world, now sincerely praised the true Creator far away in the Southern Continent.

He is not the original belief of the Vampire Clan, but when the empire fell and the Vampire Clan lost its queen, and the storm was in turmoil, it was the god who took the initiative to shoulder the sins of all living beings to support the queen's heirs, opening up a new harbor in the barbaric southern continent, and giving life to those trapped in dangerous walls. The vampires below guided a path of life.

Just like when the empire was resurrected, many vampires regarded the emperor as their second faith. Nowadays, close respect for the true Creator has become an indescribable but real hidden trend among vampires.

After completing the priest's commission, Mr. A declined Bishop Utravsky's gift, unlike Klein who left first, leaving only some secret communication channels before leaving the church in a hurry.

The sky turns dark, dusk is about to replace noon, and a pungent yellowish mist is vaguely forming.

As soon as Mr. A stepped across the threshold of Harvest Church, Emlyn, who had hesitated for a long time, ran out after him.

"you..."

The "Shepherd" stood still, one hand warily bent at his waist, and half of his body twisted.

"What's up?"

He examined the unfamiliar Vampires who were following him, and his scarlet gaze quickly scanned several life arteries on the Vampires' slender body.

Emlyn, who was once again forced back by Mr. A's gaze, couldn't help but be speechless. After adjusting for a moment, he spoke again:

"Emlyn White."

"I am Sherlock Moriarty's co-physician."

Seeing that Mr. A's eyes were obviously no longer sharp when he heard the word "Sherlock Moriarty", Emlyn breathed a sigh of relief and raised his chin slightly.

"I have to stay at the old guy's church for a while to do volunteer work. I can't leave casually."

"I wonder if you could give me Sherlock Moriarty's address. I have something to ask him."

If Jerry Zaratul were here, he would have smiled teasingly, poking at Emlyn's pain points and attacking fiercely.

It's a pity that Mr. A, who has experienced higher education in the church, has long been out of vulgar taste. He doesn't care about Emlyn's experience, and is too lazy to expose the vampire's whitewash of his current situation. He just nodded indifferently.

"Can."

After saying that, Mr. A quickly broke off a section of his little finger and threw it into Emlyn's arms.

"Put it on paper and you'll see the answer you want to know."

As the words faded away, Mr. A's figure shrouded in dark red robes collapsed and melted into the ground, becoming one with the shadow cast by the sun on the eaves of the church.

Emlyn, who was left alone, held Mr. A's little finger in both hands, and his whole body suddenly felt relaxed.

He looked at the little finger in his hand, feeling like he wanted to cry.

"This is the opportunity!"

As long as he convinces Sherlock Moriarty and finds a way for him to help him contact the elders of the clan, even if it means finding him a job that requires fighting and adventure, he doesn't have to continue to be trapped in the church by the priest carrying that damn thing. Holy scripture.

Mother Goddess, please protect me!

…

"Your doctor, what did you say?"

On the carriage driving to the East District, Sharon's figure was not visible, and only her voice echoed in the carriage.

"Regularly taking potions that promote the recovery of the spirit body will allow me to use less extraordinary power." Klein repeated Emlyn's medical instructions and smiled slightly, "Considering the tasks we have not yet completed, I should not be able to follow Emlyn's instructions. suggestion."

He was about to go to the East End to visit the administrator of the almshouse invested by Prince Edsac - Aiglon, who was suspected of being in the "audience" pathway.

Calculating carefully, by this time the Aiglon administrator should have seen all the innocent girls who escaped last night.

I deliberately waited for a long time. In his impression, Sherlock Moriarty was a foreigner who had contact with extraordinary people and was suspected of being a spy. He could not be the same person as the "Black Emperor" who assassinated Cappin last night. I am now Only then did I understand the complete picture of the matter through the hidden clues of the spy organization behind it. It was a completely reasonable development to return the personal belongings of the workhouse members that he lent me for divination.

No, Will Auceptin is also in the workhouse... Klein nodded with satisfaction, and the corners of his raised mouth sank a little bit.

A few minutes later, the carriage arrived at the workhouse with white exterior walls and simple graffiti of "Sword of Judgment."

Klein deliberately reminded Sharon, but he didn't know how to speak, so he could only proceed as usual, and the two of them entered the door of the workhouse together.

The yard with a few ornamental trees with fallen leaves was deserted, and not even the old Kohler, whom Klein was familiar with, appeared.

Klein walked through the empty courtyard and walked to the door of Aigron's office according to his memory from the last time he came here, facing the indifferent and distant vigilance of many wanderers hiding in the room.

He knocked on the door gently, and the ajar door was pushed open by his movement, leaving the office empty.

It wasn't until Klein waited outside the door for a while that the veterans administrator walked around the corridor and slowly appeared in his field of vision.

Seeing Klein's visit, Aigron paused for a moment, then returned to normal.

He nodded to Klein and invited this unexpected visitor into the office.

The two sat down, and Aigron, who was behind the desk, prepared tea for Klein this time.

"The girls and children kidnapped by Kapin have returned. Thank you for your help."

Klein smiled slightly and took the humble-looking tea cup, not daring to take credit.

"I didn't do anything to help. If you want to thank me, you should thank the mysterious thief."

"Rogue?" Aiglon was amused by Klein's words, and the corner of his mouth curled up. "Even if I retire, I still retain a sinecure in the army."

"My position and my identity do not allow me to thank a thief who has blatantly violated the laws of the kingdom."

Thief... Klein's smile froze.

"Do you really think everything reported in the newspapers is true?"

Aigron stopped talking and sighed silently.

"Of course I know the virtues of the kingdom's police officers."

"I'm not saying all police officers are..."

His expression changed and he sighed heavily again.

"Well, on a personal level, even if it's for the children who were brutally murdered by gangs, I should thank him."

Is this right... Feeling a little satisfied, Klein smiled and took out a comb from the inside of his coat.

"Now that they are back in the workhouse safe and sound, I have no reason to hold this thing."

"Thank you too."

Aigron took a deep look at Klein, took back the comb on the table, and planned to give it to its owner, Amy, a little girl in the workhouse.

Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe he was too tired these past two days, but the administrator forgot to ask Klein for Will Asceptin's Thousand Paper Cranes, and Klein himself just didn't think of it.

After handing over the most important token, the two exchanged a few words, and then Klein offered to end the visit and left Aigron's office.

He walked out of the two-story house of the almshouse along the way he came, and once again saw the withered trees in the decaying courtyard.

Under the tree, a small figure sat leaning against it, flipping through a pair of slightly old tarot cards flexibly.

There was suddenly silence all around, and the wind noise no longer flowed into the ears of the "faceless man". They were dispersed by invisible forces and surrounded an area near the bare tree trunks, forming a closed loop.

Will Auceptin put down the playing cards in his hand, raised his head and scanned around with his clear silver eyes. Sharon, who was hidden in the air, involuntarily transformed into a spiritual body, and her body took the initiative to reveal its outline.

She stared in astonishment at this child who was full of danger and mystery, her fingers trembling.

There was a crisp click in his mind, and details that Klein had just ignored due to coincidence emerged one after another.

He glanced at Sharon who was completely unaware of the situation, took the initiative to move forward, and took out the paper crane in his pocket.

"Thank you for your luck. Last night's operation went smoothly."

"Promise, the property will be returned to its original owner."

As long as there was a chance, he didn't want to have any contact with these old monsters who had survived for more than a long time, the earthly angels who were active in the last or even the last era.

"No, just take it." Will Auceptin waved his hand and picked up the tarot cards again, interrupting the order of the cards with familiarity.

He stared at the back of the cards and gradually slowed down.

"I have a hunch."

"Your crisis is far from over. You will need luck again in a while."

There is another situation!

This was Klein's first reaction.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he restrained the urge to cover his face and said:

"I heard a proverb."

"All the gifts of fate have been marked with a secret price." Will Auceptin pursed his lips as if he had a toothache. "This sentence is really appropriate."

He stopped looking at the cards and raised his head to look at Klein.

"Actually, this sentence is only half the truth."

"The gift of fate is just a gift in return for what you have given."

The child, who was only eleven or twelve years old, leaned against the tree trunk and looked up at the sky, with the drooped corners of his mouth looking quite aggrieved.

"This statement is particularly evident in our approach."

"What we want to gain, we often have to pay a corresponding price first."

"Fate is very fair. Unless I can become the true destiny, I must abide by the rules."

Klein's brows jumped.

"You are willing to take the initiative to help me because you see in me the possibility of helping you become your 'destiny'."

As soon as his words came out, Will Auceptin, who had drooped mouth corners, was stunned for a moment, looking as if he was about to cry.

Fortunately, this angel didn't really lose his composure. He sniffed twice and said loudly:

"No!"

"I don't see the possibility that I can become 'destiny' in you!"

"Even if you are willing to help me, do you think He will agree to help you pick off two pieces of meat from that stupid snake of Ourolius and give it to me for free?"

It's really unrealistic to let "Mystery" compromise... Klein shook his head subconsciously and couldn't help but curse in his heart.

But why do you keep calling the Pope of the True Creator a "stupid snake"?

Floating next to Klein, UU Reading www.uｕkanshu.net half a body behind the "faceless man", Sharon nodded thoughtfully before suddenly realizing what kind of blasphemous dialogue she had heard. The doll's face couldn't help but turn even paler.

Will Auceptin was attracted by Miss "Wraith"'s little movements, glanced at it, and continued:

"Anyway, I just see some good developments in you."

"Of course, if you are unwilling to accept my help, you can also go to Stupid Snake. He is a little stronger than me."

Forget it, one Zaratul is enough for me...Klein, who had no idea what he had missed, eliminated this possibility and took back the Paper Crane.

He hesitated for two seconds, performed a divination that was more comforting than practical, and then said:

"Then how can I contact you in the future and come here?"

"No, you carry the paper crane with you, and I can meet you in your dream." The flying cards in Will Asceptin's hand finally stopped.

He took out one without looking and threw it to Klein.

"It's time for you to leave."

"There are five minutes left until labor time, and I have to help Mrs. Mora clean up the kitchen."

The angel with a childlike face passed by the two mid-sequences, and Klein stood there.

He and Sharon had different mentalities, either deep in thought or fearful. Neither of them looked at the angel's leaving figure. Their eyes were completely attracted by the tarot cards in their hands.

That's a "Lovers" card.

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Chapter 69 Bombshell

Chapter 159 Bombshell

The stone pillars stand tall in front of you, supporting the high dome, and the mottled and ancient long table seems to have been placed here hundreds or thousands of years ago... Although Audrey Hall has seen this scene many times, but as long as Arriving above the gray mist, she would still have a feeling of shock that slowly echoed from her heart.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye and noticed that the table to the right of The Fool was covered with a playing card with a complicated and gorgeous pattern on the back.

Almost as soon as Audrey saw the cards, she thought of the murder of the newly wealthy Kapin that shocked Backlund last Saturday.

The thief "Black Emperor" who assassinated Cappin and scattered tarot cards at the scene... could this be the work of Mr. "The Fool"?

Is it his second attempt to break through the blockade after he gradually recovered and obtained the "blasphemous card"?

Audrey took a small breath, then looked up and saluted the convener shrouded in thick gray fog:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

After Audrey greeted the members of the Tarot Society in order, the "Fool" sitting at the top finally made some move.

Klein looked at the members below and said with a smile:

"Good afternoon, everyone."

He pressed the table with one hand and glanced at the two ladies on his right.

"You have completed my commission and deserve to be rewarded."

Completed Mr. Fool's mission? "The Hanged Man" Alger frowned slightly and subconsciously guessed the content, but had no clue.

In the past week, he had either been sailing at sea or squatting in the Church of Storms in Bayam to report on his work. The only thing that could be considered to be in line with outside information was that before docking in Bayam, he encountered someone returning from the Sea of ​​Mist, who was suspected to be about to "Vice Admiral of Disease" Tracey Pellet who traveled to the other side of the Stormy Sea.

The worried "Sun" Derrick was equally curious, but when he thought of what happened yesterday, he couldn't arouse much interest.

Return... Audrey pondered for a moment, then looked at the "magician" who was entangled and hesitant, and was the first to speak:

"Mr. Fool, when you say reward, do you mean that you can answer a question of equal value to me, or something else?"

Equivalent? Alger frowned when he heard the question of "justice".

"Justice" had just been promoted to Sequence 8 not long ago, and he didn't think that a low-ranking Sequencer could complete any arduous and important tasks for the true god above the spiritual world.

In his opinion, the promise of the gods is far more precious than anything in the world, so what is the point of not being worth it!

Miss "Justice" is so innocent, she actually took the initiative to emphasize equality... Klein coincidentally had the same idea as "The Hanged Man", but showed a gentler attitude.

His eyes looking at Audrey softened a lot again, and finally he just smiled and said:

"Answer a question, or grant a wish of equal value."

It can also fulfill my wish... Audrey slightly bent her eyes, covering her excited green eyes.

She looked at the cards on the right side of The Fool and asked cautiously:

"Mr. Fool, I want to know which path the blasphemy card in your hand represents?"

Ha, she really has the style of Miss Justice... Klein burst into laughter.

While shaking his head, he lifted a corner of the playing card in his hand and showed the portrait of Russell wearing armor and a crown to the Tarot Club members present.

It is indeed the "Black Emperor"!

Audrey almost exclaimed when she saw the row of characters composed of stars under the portrait of Emperor Russell.

The two members except "Derrick the Sun" were not very stable. "The Hanged Man" Alger suddenly turned into a stone sculpture and froze in his seat, while the "Magician" opened his eyes slightly. mouth, obviously thinking of more content, even the "world" hidden under the hood slowed down to show due surprise.

"what do you want?"

Klein put the cards back in place with satisfaction, and nodded to "Magician" Forsi, who was still thinking, in a very calm and leisurely tone.

"I..." Forsi stood up slowly after being pointed out by The Fool.

She never thought that she could really receive a reward from the true god she believed in. After all, in her opinion, she only acted as a mouthpiece in the "Black Emperor" case, whether it was the assassination of Kapin or the blocking of the message tape. The end of taking out important witnesses has nothing to do with her.

Even if you really want a reward, you should reward the thief who plays the role of the "Black Emperor", or directly reward His Highness the "Angel with the Lamp".

But now Mr. "Fool" has taken the initiative to give me a reward, and I can't refuse it... Foer thought for a while, thinking about the opportunity to promote himself to Sequence Seven, and also thought about being obsessed with revenge, but up to now he still looks like a helpless person. My friend searched everywhere for the truth about the past like a fly, and finally made up his mind.

"Mr. Fool, I hope you can grant me a gift."

"Gift?" Klein was a little surprised.

"Yes." Forsi gradually became bolder, "I would like to recommend to you a... lady with integrity and good character."

Forsi tried his best to get Xio out of his mind, and continued:

"Her parents were framed by the Luen royal family. They broke up a conspiracy of the royal family and were charged with unwarranted charges."

"For so many years, she has been committed to restoring her father's reputation and finding the truth."

"I think she is just the boost we need, so I hope you will grant me permission to impart your teachings to her and lead her to her true destiny."

To put it simply, Miss "Magician" has a friend who happens to have a grudge against the Augustus family. She hopes to avenge her father who died unjustly, but she has no way and her power is too small, so it is almost impossible to succeed, so "Magician" "The lady hopes to use me and the name of the "God of Mystery" to additionally approve the Trunsoest Intelligence Department to recruit her friends...

I thought Miss Magician would directly ask me to give her the opportunity to be promoted to Sequence Seven... Klein nodded slightly as he sorted out the outline of the matter.

He had no objection to such a request. Anyway, it was just a matter of opening his mouth.

The father of Miss "Magician"'s friend was framed and executed for breaking the secret of the royal family. It may have something to do with the royal family's ambition to seek the throne of the "Black Emperor".

Could that gentleman have discovered some secret and seen that level?

Is the royal family searching for slaves in secret, or is it approaching a deeper ceremony itself?

"Okay." Klein said calmly, "I approve it."

"Just tell Zaratul the exact words and he will handle it."

"Thank you for your generosity." Forsi sincerely praised.

After the aftermath of the gangster "Black Emperor", several members did not rush to start the follow-up communication session. According to the old rules, "The Hanged Man", who was the only one to collect Russell's diary last week, submitted two pages of his diary.

Everyone remained silent with a tacit understanding, waiting for the "Fool" at the top.

Holding the diary in his hand, Klein took a quick glance at it to make sure it was not the part he had read before, and then he calmed down and read it carefully.

"Zarath came to visit me just after the unspeakable party today. He brought a gift and said it was to celebrate that I finally stepped into the door of the middle sequence."

"But I always feel that He came this time, or every time He came before, not for me."

"Although I invented the steam engine, I am considered a favored person of the God of Steam and Machinery, and I am one of the few extraordinary people who can keep in touch with the mysterious Mr. Door, and I am a member of that unspeakable party, but all of this , in His eyes, it seems that none of them can compare to the silver medal that I used my 'artisan' ability to restore today, which is suspected to have caused me to travel through time."

"I suspect that the silver medal I restored is the real purpose of Zaratul approaching me."

The silver medal that caused Russell to travel... is it similar to the transfer ritual I did, an item that can trigger the connection with the gray mist?

Klein almost frowned as he read.

He discovered a problem.

Russell, or Huang Tao, who is also from Earth, his fate is very similar to his own in some aspects.

For example, after a short period of freedom, they all walked together with believers of the "Mysterious God" and even angels due to coincidence, whether subjectively or passively.

If the silver medal in Huang Tao's hand really has the same effect as the four lines of honor that Klein recites every time he ascends the gray fog, then the "God of Mystery"'s previous words are somewhat true but cannot withstand scrutiny. .

He said I was His hope of deliverance, but I was not the first and probably not even His second chance.

When Russell created the silver medal, he was already in the mid-sequence of the "General Knowledge" path. It was impossible to transfer to any of the "Soothsayer", "Stealer", and "Apprentice" paths to establish contact with Gray Mist.

At this time, Zaratul was still paying attention to him, acting as his good grandfather, and the only reason for solving all kinds of troubles for him was the silver medal.

Not only those who have traveled through time can ascend the gray mist, but extraordinary people in the three sequences such as "divineers" who have mastered special methods or items can ascend the gray mist.

Russell is dead. The inheritance after his death will most likely be divided into three parts, inherited by his daughter, the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, and the "Secret Order" lurking within Intis at that time.

The silver medal is of great significance to the "God of Mystery". Even if Russell, who has broken away from the True Creator camp in his later years, is aware of it in advance, the "Secret Order" will not let it fall into the hands of other forces.

Klein believed, even determined, that even if the "Secret Order" fought for its capital, it would still firmly hold the silver medal within the sphere of influence of the True Creator camp.

But if the silver medal is really in their hands, there is no shortage of resources for the "divineer" and other three sequence extraordinary people in the southern continent. Someone should have boarded the gray fog and seen "Mystery" himself?

What went wrong?

It was "Mystery" that deceived myself, coaxing me with His angels, making me believe that I could reach the top of "Soothsayer" by playing the role of "The Fool", but in fact, it regarded me as a vessel for divine descent that could grow.

Or something really went wrong in the middle, so that no one in the true creator camp can inherit the legacy of "Secret", or help "Secret" return to reality, and because of the specialness of the four-line honorific name, they mistakenly thought that I was because of my own Special can climb the gray fog, so Zaratul pinched his nose and recognized the identity of "The Fool". The true Creator also acquiesced in the "Secret" choice and supported me in inheriting His legacy.

All in all, that silver medal is undoubtedly the root of the problem... Klein thought seriously for a while and suddenly felt a chill on his back.

He kept all the speculations he made in his mind, but because he lacked sufficient prerequisites, he could only maintain a dubious attitude and could not make any hasty conclusions.

If there is still a chance to meet Russell's eldest daughter Bernadette, maybe you can try to ask her if she has seen the silver medal and the final whereabouts of the silver medal.

Klein shook his head slowly, forcing himself to shake his thoughts out of his brain and return his attention to the paper in his hand.

The second page of the diary is not connected with the previous content, and the time jumps from Russell's early years to his later years.

The heavy and rumbling sound that was familiar to Klein was inconsistent with Russell's extravagant style in his impression.

"On April 3rd, I contacted Mr. Door. He had no compunction about coaxing me to go to the stars."

"He told me that what I see is the true appearance of the moon, and the starry sky I see is the original starry sky."

"The revelations and pictures about the starry sky seen in the atmosphere and in the spiritual world are all false pictures that have been quietly modified by the true gods."

"I agree with his description. Compared with the real starry sky, what I saw when I was playing as an 'astronomist', UU Reading www.uukanshu.net, are just pictures painted on the real stars by the Seven Gods and other sequences. layer, they cover the stars and constellations opposite to their authority with symbols of themselves."

"Haha, it's funny to say that these believers of the true god are fighting life and death on the earth, but they probably never thought that their god could live in peace and harmony in the star world and work together to do the same thing. Things, like neighbors living in a community."

"But one thing is strange. Mr. Men doesn't want to answer me."

"After experiencing so many exchanges at that unspeakable gathering, I can probably guess the reason, but most of the truth has long since flowed over time and cannot be verified, and other true gods are also working hard to clear away the traces left behind."

"Why?"

"Not to mention the ancient god Fabuti who is trapped in the abyss and cannot move, and the 'Hidden Sage' who is hiding and cannot be considered a true sequence zero, under the circumstances where the 'Original Witch' still has a place in the star world , why didn't I see the true Creator's Kingdom of God in the star realm, but only a huge symbol comparable to the Kingdom of God?"

"Where is his true form?"

"The reason why the Seven Gods of the Northern Continent dare not attack the Southern Continent and completely crush the only nightmare left by that rebellion is because the true Creator still maintains that specialness?"

"I suspect that He is the only Sequence Zero that still retains the kingdom of God on earth."

"Or, more than sequence zero."

The originally scheduled work suddenly disappeared, which was so frustrating.

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"Or, more than sequence zero."

The Fourth Age is called the "Era of the Gods", which is the last era when the gods walked on the earth. After that, the kingdom of the gods moved into the star realm for unspeakable reasons, far away from the real world...

I originally thought that only righteous gods were like this, and the only way to distinguish righteous gods from evil gods was to see whether that god occupied a symbol in the star realm and whether there was a corresponding star. I really didn't expect that even an evil god like the "Original Witch" would have her divine kingdom in the Star Boundary. It sounds like she is a neighbor of the Seven Gods, and there is no conflict on weekdays... Klein chewed on the words from Russell in the diary. Last question, some speculation.

Russell came into contact with a higher level in his later years, and his understanding of the nature of the world definitely surpassed that of most extraordinary people.

If Russell believes that the true creator is more than sequence zero, there are only two possibilities.

One is that like the ancient gods in the past, it accommodates the authority of two pathways, that is, different uniquenesses.

The second point is that the true creator has also mastered special existences similar to gray mist, and can exert more terrifying power.

The adjacent paths of "Secret Prayer" are "Singer", "Sailor", "Reader", and "Spectator". These four sequences each have their own masters, whether they are unique or sequence-specific, so Russell believes that the real Creator's transcendence from sequence zero cannot be due to the former.

If you put it this way, doesn't it mean that every combination of several adjacent pathways corresponds to a special existence that can allow the true god to transcend the shackles of Sequence Zero?

Klein put down the diary, moved the tabletop with a few fingers, and leaned on the back of the chair behind him.

"You can do your own business."

The free time had just begun, Derrick "The Sun" couldn't wait to look at the other members, especially "The Hanged Man" who left a mature and sophisticated impression on him.

"Everyone, our exploration team has arrived at the first ruins."

"It's called Afternoon Town. It's the only way to go to the 'Giant Court', and it's also the gate that separated myth and reality in ancient times."

His beginning aroused the interest of the members of the Tarot Club very well, and they gave feedback in different ways.

Among them, "Justice" Audrey, who was trying to digest the "Mind Reader" potion, keenly discovered the anomaly in "The Sun"'s emotions.

It was not the shock after witnessing the magnificent historical ruins, but the lingering horror after facing a terrifying existence whose details were unclear.

"Well, is the afternoon town still within the scope of the ancient roads passing through your city-state?"

"No, not here." Derrick replied subconsciously, "Afternoon Town has a special status in the glorious era."

"It was once a gathering place for the Lord's ascetic monks. It was a town composed of many monasteries. It is far away from the direct access of the ancient road. If you want to go there, you can only abandon the road and walk through the wilderness."

"So did you encounter danger on the way to Afternoon Town, or is there a lot of danger hidden in that town itself."

"The Hanged Man" Alger nodded slightly and took over the guidance of "Justice".

"It's in a small town."

Derrick omitted the less important experiences along the way and started talking directly about the arrival in Afternoon Town. He first described the dark and lifeless scenery there, trying to restore the impression he received when he first saw the tampered image of the Creator God in the abandoned temple. Shocked, he went on to talk about the old-period murals that attracted him. Because he was above the gray fog and under the gaze of "The Fool", Derrick did not follow the teachings of "Shepherd" Elder Lovia this time and frankly shared all the details about the "Pure White Angel" on the mural. .

Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke much slower.

"Currently we have only explored the outside of the city-state. The most important one is the monastery where the ascetics lived in the past. We haven't had time to go deep yet."

"The chief says there may be dangers lurking there that he can't handle."

"I remember that your chief is a Sequence Three demigod?"

Listening quietly to Derrick's sharing, The Hanged Man asked in slight surprise, looking at Derrick and nodding.

In his understanding, the demigods of Sequence Three are enough to be worshiped as real gods by the local indigenous people in some areas where extraordinary power is not strong enough, such as the islands above the Five Seas.

In fact, this is actually the case. After all, when a divine being has an honorable name and the ability to accept sacrifices and complete gifts, it is not unacceptable to call him a god.

But the demigod who led the Silver City exploration team actually said that there were dangers in the ruins that he couldn't handle... Alger had reason to suspect that it was different from the exaggerated boasts commonly used in the Storm Scriptures that he was familiar with. It was called myth and reality. It is very possible that the afternoon town on the boundary still retains the residual power of the angel level. It may be pollution, or it may be a powerful sealed object that is out of control. Only in this way can the judgment of the chief of Silver City be explained.

"So, your chief, have you figured out what kind of danger is in the town this afternoon?" Alger asked again.

"Sun" Derrick shook his head in denial.

"I have no idea."

"It's my first time to join an exploration team, so I'm not strong enough or experienced enough. Important discussions like this are usually only held among the chief and other elders of the 'Six-person Council'."

However, after careful reflection, Derrick decided to tell everyone in the Tarot Club what he had heard from other members and his friend Samael.

For example, a clergyman who is trapped in a strange state, stuck at the moment before death, unable to escape, and repeats his confession day after day.

For example, there is an altar with an unknown function in the basement of a half-collapsed house, and the incomplete names of the six former kings of angels carved on the altar.

He repeated the priest's confession in his own words, and mentioned the four mutilated names of the King of Angels preserved on the altar table.

The kings of angels whose names were destroyed are not the same ones in the Northern Continent now!

Forsi, who was sitting across from the "Sun" and listened, felt his heart pounding wildly.

Unlike "Justice" who knows very little about the hidden history, the true Creator she believes in directly writes some of the truths of the past into metaphorical stories and puts them in her holy book.

Is it possible to talk about this kind of thing?

At this moment, Derrick "The Sun" turned sideways and looked at the top of the long bronze table. After much hesitation, he asked about the worries that Samael had confided to him in private.

"Mr. Fool, I want to know why the name of His Highness Sasliel, the 'Deputy Lord of Heaven' on the altar, was destroyed along with the three traitors. Why is it said that He was tempted by a mysterious existence and even deceived another one?" Lord, you have been blinded."

"Lord, please tell me, what does the light before the end of time mean in the words of the afternoon priest?"

Derrick's voice fell slowly, and the Gray Mist Hall was extremely silent for a moment.

The members looked at each other, not daring to speak or move. They all complained about "Taiyang's" offensive questions in their hearts.

Even Audrey, who had never been exposed to the beliefs of the True Creator camp, could hear it.

The priest who was in a strange state in the town in the afternoon, for whatever reason, has not completely "died" yet. He has personally experienced the cataclysm at the end of the Third Age. As a person involved, what he said was of great weight.

But that's because the portion is too big!

The cleric seemed to be repenting, but in fact every word he spoke revealed resentment towards the initiator of the disaster, resentment against the betrayer among the King of Angels, resentment against the mysterious existence that instigated the "Vice-President of Heaven" Sasril, Even resenting the "god of mystery" who was deceived by Sasriel, their other master.

"The Sun" is now repeating the words of the priest, undoubtedly questioning Mr. "The Fool", conveying that resentment to the "God of Mystery" who is not in the Eastern Continent.

He was questioning what role the "God of Mystery" played in the original fall of the Creator, and whether it was also one of rebellion.

To think more boldly, "The Sun" has unintentionally doubted the identity of the true creator... This is Forsi's view.

After all, the "Deputy Lord of the Kingdom of Heaven" Saslier was placed side by side on the weird altar in Afternoon Town with the three traitors who now claim to be the righteous gods in the Northern Continent!

If the suspicion of "The Sun" is confirmed, it doesn't mean that today's real Creator is the same as the so-called three traitors. They are the driving forces behind the Creator's fall, and the "God of Mystery" cannot escape the involvement.

He bewitched the half-body of his old friend. As a top "scammer", he substituted Saslier for his real body. The so-called covenant was nothing more than a scam.

Klein, who also noticed the hidden meaning behind the cleric's accusation, also had a stiff smile and his brain shut down.

Due to emotions and reasons, for the sake of the majesty of the "Fool", he should now show his attitude, reprimand the "Sun" for his transgression, classify him as a blasphemer, and give him severe punishment.

But...I don't know the truth either!

If what the priests in the town said this afternoon were true, wouldn't it be...

While Klein was hesitating, a cold hallucination covered his whole body.

He clearly saw that the "secret" that usually never disturbed his gatherings and had no sense of existence like a ghost actually appeared in front of him.

The god whose face was covered with gray mist stood quietly on the side of the high-backed chair behind him, with his pale palms resting on the corner of the back of the chair as usual.

The "God of Mystery" looked at him, then at the young man under the long table who was asking questions. Until now, he had not realized how much trouble he had caused, and sighed silently.

"The light before the end refers to Amon."

He stole Klein's voice and gave the answer on behalf of Mr. Fool under the cover of illusion.

"The Creator noticed that disaster was coming. He realized that evil from ancient times was awakening in the hearts of everyone in the world. It is the most ancient will and an indelible mark that remains in the background of every life, whether it is a mortal or the king of angels. , even the true God, and even the Creator, cannot avoid the call of corruption."

"There are some beings whose name itself is equivalent to being hidden, and there are also some beings whose name cannot be expressed in reality in a normal form because of his person."

"Uroleus and Medici are not strong enough. The other traitors are detached because they usurped the authority of the Creator, so like Sasril, who is equivalent to the true god, they cannot have their true names written down."

"That's all there is to the answer to your question."

The "God of Mystery" calmly stared at the Tarot Club members scattered on both sides of the long table. His gaze clearly stayed on the long table, but it seemed as if he had traveled through time and space, looking towards an unknown period of time.

"The Creator is the symbol of omniscience and omnipotence, and no one can hide from His sight except those who come from the most ancient imprint."

"Sasril, as His half, no one can seduce, instigate, or try to change His mind."

"I was indeed deceived at the beginning..."

Finally, the "God of Mystery"'s tone began to rise and fall, and the coldness contained in it made even Klein, who spent the most time with the "God of Mystery" in the Tarot Club, tremble uncontrollably.

"I didn't realize that the three traitors had already been assimilated by the oldest evil. I didn't dissuade the Creator in time to organize a purge, and I failed to remedy it at the critical moment. As a result, He had to bear the negative consequences of the dark desires in the hearts of all living beings. Every day I am tortured by the negative spirit of depravity every day."

"Perhaps, the priests in the afternoon town were once followers of Amon." The tone of the "God of Mystery" slowed down slightly, "He saw signs of destruction before the disaster came, so he wanted to place his hope in the Creator. For the prophecies he made, that's why he kept repenting of the 'Light before the End', wanting to remind Him, and fearing that His Highness, whom he believed in, would make the same mistakes as the Creator."

"If the cleric's motives are as I guess, he does have reasons to resent me and accuse me, and I can't shirk it."

As the cold voice fell briefly, the "God of Mystery" also ended his self-defense, and there was still a dead silence in the gray fog.

No one expected that Mr. "Fool" would actually answer "The Sun"'s rude question, take the initiative to take the blame on his head, and would not avoid it even if he admitted his mistake and regressed.

"Lord...Lord..."

On the left side of the long table, Derrick, who belatedly realized what had just happened, could barely pronounce complete syllables. UU reading www.uukanshu． net

Tears of remorse flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he could barely raise his voice because of the pain caused by clenching his fists and piercing his fingers into his palms.

"Lord, please punish me for my recklessness, punish, punish the impurity of my faith. I am willing to offer..."

"Dedicate your life to prove to me your determination to repent sincerely?" The "Fool" at the top asked calmly with a smile.

The "God of Mystery" once again left willfully without saying goodbye, leaving Klein to clean up the mess for Him.

Klein looked at the inexperienced big boy with some amusement.

"You did not commit any fault. It is you who are forced to be trapped in the wilderness with no sunlight, no crops to grow, and monsters everywhere. You are the victims of the disaster."

"Just like the priests in Afternoon Town, you just have questions about the suffering you have been forced to accept since birth. This is a matter of course and your natural right. Why should you repent for this? ?"

For some reason, Klein suddenly thought of the residents of the East District and the innocent people who were forced to become sacrifices for the royal family's ambitions. In his mind, they inexplicably overlapped with the people of the Eastern Continent represented by the "sun".

The people of the Eastern Continent have silently shouldered the responsibility for the mistakes made in the Game of Gods for more than two thousand years. If the royal family's plan to seek the "Black Emperor" succeeds, new conflicts between the northern and southern continents will inevitably arise.

Klein closed his eyes and kept his voice calm.

"continue."

Amon, the clergyman of Afternoon Town, really suspected that Saslier had replaced Bai Zao.

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