Chapter 150: The First Card of Blasphemy, The Black Emperor!

Chapter 150: The First Card of Blasphemy, The Black Emperor!

Late at night.

In front of the exhibition hall where empire Roselle's manuscripts were stored, several members of the Mechanical Heart looked at each other, unsure of how to proceed.

None of them had expected that a mere bookmark would disappear without a trace under their vigilant guard.

There was no suspicious noise, let alone any strangers approaching the area.

Rather than believing it was an outsider who came to steal, it seemed more plausible that it was an inside job by a member of the Mechanical Heart.

"Don't look at me like that; it really has nothing to do with me. If I wanted to steal that bookmark, I could have done it long ago."

"You misunderstand; we just find tonight's events too incredible to believe."

Another extraordinary person said, "If it were you who stole it, we'd actually feel a bit relieved."

"We all believe you're innocent, don't overthink it."

Maxwell, the captain of the Mechanical Heart squad, sighed, calming his team members before saying, "Report this incident. It's not something we can handle alone."

Judging by tonight's events, the fact that someone could sneak in here silently, successfully take the bookmark without being discovered, proves that their strength far surpasses ours.

It could very well be the work of a high-sequence powerhouse.

Such a person is not someone our squad can handle.

Since the intruder had no intention of harming them, they also needed to learn to recognize the situation.

"Captain, why would someone steal a bookmark in the middle of the night?"

"I don't know either. Let's secure the scene first and wait for the higher-ups to investigate."

…

At 3:40 a.m., Hastur returned home reeking of alcohol.

He took a bath in the washroom before returning to his bedroom and lying on the bed to enter the Hall of Stars.

In the still resplendent Hall of Stars, a childishly scribbled bookmark lay in front of the highest seat at the ancient bronze long table.

Hastur sat in the highest seat, picked up the bookmark, and after a while, uttered a name in ancient Fossac: "Bernadette!"

As the name Bernadette was spoken, the bookmark in Hastur's hand sank, forming an invisible vortex that began to devour his spirit.

The devouring was not intense, merely a significant burden for ordinary people, but for Hastur, a Sequence 7 Briber, it had little effect.

On the bookmark, specks of light rose, and the image ofempire Roselle's emperor outside was renewed.

He sat on an ancient stone throne, wearing a black crown studded with various gems, dressed in black armor, draped in a black cloak, holding a scepter, and looking forward with indifferent eyes.

In the upper left corner of the bookmark, brilliant starlight formed the words: Sequence 0, The Black Emperor!

Hastur said with emotion, "The most suitable card of blasphemy for me is finally in my hands."

With this Black Emperor card, there are no more secrets on this extraordinary path for him.

The bookmark then became three-dimensional, like a compressed book.

The book opened on its own without wind, and a white-cappedempire Roselle headgear appeared on the side, described in ancient Fossac:

"Sequence 9, Lawyer."

Below these words were the potion formula for the Lawyer and various introductions to this extraordinary sequence.

The book turned a page: "Sequence 8, Barbarian."

The content recorded also included the Barbarian potion formula and related introductions to the sequence.

The book continued to flip, listing in order:

"Sequence 7: Briber."

"Sequence 6: Corrupt Baron."

"Sequence 5: Chaotic Tutor."

"Sequence 4: Fallen Count."

"Sequence 3: Mad Sorcerer."

"Sequence 2: Duke of Entropy."

"Sequence 1: Prince of Slaughter."

"Sequence 0: The Black Emperor."

This was a complete divine pathway, and also the path Hastur would take next.

Hastur carefully read the knowledge within, and withempire Roselle, the true Black Emperor as his teacher, he gained a deep understanding of the entire Black Emperor pathway.

Especially in terms of role-playing,empire Roselle's descriptions were detailed, explaining how to play each sequence, the core of the role-play, and what to pay attention to, all described in detail.

This would allow him to avoid many detours and grasp the abilities and characteristics of his sequence more quickly.

Besides the various useful knowledge recorded here, the Black Emperor card also had a very useful feature.

Holding this card, one could sense the extraordinary materials needed in a subtle way.

The only pity was that the sensation recorded only worked for high-sequence powerhouses of the Black Emperor pathway.

He was currently only a Sequence 7 Briber, so this ability could not be utilized yet.

After reading all the content, Hastur placed the Black Emperor card face down on the table and began to ponder how to deal with it.

This should have been Klein's adventure, but now it had fallen into his own hands.

The extraordinary path he was on was the Black Emperor's, so it was impossible to give the card to Klein for the time being.

This meant he would owe something.

Sometimes fate is fair; taking something that shouldn't belong to you requires paying a corresponding price.

"If only there were another card of blasphemy."

Hastur sighed. Apart from the Black Emperor card, the other cards of blasphemy were far from his reach.

The closest was a Red Priest card, but this card of blasphemy was very dangerous, especially since the tricolor stew was about to break free, and it was still the Hunter's path, most adept at setting traps.

Unless he was willing to trade with Them, it would be difficult to obtain the Red Priest card.

Apart from this card of blasphemy, there was also the Wheel of Fortune card in Bernadette's hands and the Temperance card in the hands of the high-dimensional overseer.

Bernadette was his follower; he wouldn't rob her of the Wheel of Fortune card.

The high-dimensional overseer… Was He still chatting with Adam?

Hastur thought for a while and realized that it would be difficult to obtain other cards of blasphemy for the time being.

"There's not no solution. I can help Klein through difficulties inempire Roselle's diary, guiding him on a smoother path."

Changing his major fate once would be equivalent to repaying the price for taking the Black Emperor card.

The situation in Tingen must have undergone significant changes by now, right?

Hastur pondered for a while, then turned his gaze to the star where the high-dimensional overseer was. He was still chatting with Adam, only the location of the chat had changed.

From inside the church, they moved to the open space outside, facing the starry sky, chatting about the starry sea.

"Such a talkative one, not resting even in the middle of the night."

After observing for a while, Hastur logged off and left the Hall of Stars.

…

The next day.

The theft at theempire Roselle Memorial Exhibition brought the archbishop of the Steam and Machinery Church of the Beckland district, Horamick Haydn.

"Are you sure only one bookmark was stolen?"

"Yes, we've checked again, and indeed, only one bookmark was taken."

While answering questions, the Mechanical Heart members brought a blank bookmark and drew the pattern of the bookmark from last night on it.

Horamick Haydn looked at the bookmark for a while and sighed.

He understood what that bookmark was.

A card of blasphemy, one of the twenty-two tarot cards created byempire Roselle.

If he wasn't mistaken, the card of blasphemy stolen last night should be the Black Emperor card.

Captain Maxwell asked respectfully, "Your Excellency Archbishop, what should we do?"

"Don't make a fuss, investigate quietly in the shadows."

Horamick Haydn's face did not show any blame but was kind and encouraging, letting the Mechanical Heart squad members who were on duty last night not be too self-critical.

In his heart, he already had a suspect in mind.

Bernadette.

Roselle's eldest daughter, now the mysterious queen of the sea.

Recently, Bernadette had been staying in Beckland and had also visited here.

She was the most likely person to see through the disguise of that card of blasphemy.

The silent and non-violent way the card was taken last night also matched her style.

But one thing was strange; intelligence had it that Bernadette should have returned to the sea by now, so why would she suddenly return to Beckland to take the card of blasphemy?

To find out the truth about last night, one could ask Arodus.

Horamick Haydn already had an idea, but just thinking about the mirror's sense of humor made him shiver.

Eventually, his gaze fell on Maxwell, and he said with a smile, "As the captain of this squad, there's something you need to do."

"At your command, Your Excellency Archbishop!"

Maxwell bowed his head, his expression full of respect and remorse.

He had been looking for an opportunity to make amends for his squad's mistake last night.

"Good, you'll be the one to ask Arodus."

"Ah!"

Maxwell's eyes widened with horror, but in the end, he steeled himself and agreed.

(End of Chapter)