chapter 10

Chapter 38 The Land Abandoned by Gods

　　"Your student?"

　　"Is this your student's diary?" Klein carefully flipped through the ordinary and even somewhat ancient notebook in his hand. It was hard to imagine when this was a product.

　　Judging from his superficial understanding of the "God of Mystery", the belief in "Mystery" has already appeared in the Second Age, and "Roman" is the first student of "Mystery". Could it be that he is also from the Second Age? people?

　　The word "mysterious" just mentioned was Him. Is this also an angel?

　　Klein suddenly felt an illusion of myth shining into reality.

　　As a carrier of human communication, writing is often the best tool for the public to cross time scales. It is similar in meaning to the power of time and space controlled by "mystery". Although Klein did not feel any extraordinary power in the notes, after all, this It is the possession of an angel, and its existence is the most profound history.

　　No, this is not an illusion, the myth is by my side... Klein aroused the temptation to test, put down the diary for the time being, picked up another dark sacred book with an exquisite cover, and said as if unintentionally:

　　"Is that student of yours also in the Holy Scriptures?"

　　He was not sure whether the Southern Continent would also include the true names of angels like the Church of the Night's "Apocalypse of the Night".

　　"Secret" was not interested in answering this boring question, and its eyes never stayed on Klein's face. They kept lingering on the title page of the diary, as if peering into the long past through the inorganic parchment.

　　"pray."

　　"What?"

　　"Prayers directed to you, from the Eastern Continent, the god-forsaken place mistakenly named by the gods of the Northern Continent."

　　The place abandoned by the gods... Klein looked at the dome with full of doubts. A mass of deep red was exuding the color of blood, and he unreservedly expressed the emotions contained in the prayer behind him to the sitting god.

　　Not long ago, Klein happened to encounter "Mystery" and listened to the prayers of believers. The answer he received at that time was that they were a group of miserable people from another continent.

　　The other continent refers to the Eastern Continent. On the map issued by this world, there are no continental plates other than the North and South Continents. If there is an inhabited continent, it is also called the "Land Abandoned by the Gods" by the gods of the Northern Continent. ....Klein was very interested in extending his spirituality. His vision suddenly shot up, and he saw a young man kneeling in front of a crystal ball, speaking the language of giants.

　　This boy is dressed differently from the residents of any area in Klein's known world. The simple tights have no decorative effect and seem to be designed for mobility. His face is blurred and distorted, and can only be vaguely brown. s hair.

　　He was extremely tall, kneeling there with an extremely painful tone.

　　"Great Creator, please pay attention to the people of darkness that you have never abandoned. Please show mercy and let this land radiate vitality again, without having to exchange the blood of father and son, mother and daughter for the hope of survival."

　　"The Lord of Change who is in charge of miracles, please move your fingers to change the tragic situation of Silver City, so that the cycle of tragedy will no longer continue."

　　"I am willing to dedicate my life to the two gods and voluntarily embark on the pilgrimage to prove the piety of the people of darkness."

　　Even though his voice was blurred, Klein could tell that the boy who was praying in pain was not that big, and his voice hadn't even changed yet, but his body shape didn't look normal.

　　Never abandoned, but claiming to be a people of darkness...The earth is lifeless, and they exchange blood for hope of survival...Klein silently recited these keywords, just a shallow imagination, I shuddered, it was hard to believe that someone could live in such an environment.

　　But even so, the Silver City where they live still maintains its belief in the "mystery" and the true Creator. This also shows that the environment outside the city-state that is not protected by God is even worse. The renewed vitality also shows that this land was not a place that had always been there from the beginning. It is so bad, but it has experienced some unexpected tragedies. Even the two true gods cannot save it, and it has completely become a soil unsuitable for the reproduction of life.

　　In the end what happened?

　　It was possible to hide an entire continent and leave two gods helpless?

　　Klein turned his head instinctively and opened his lips slightly, only to find that the "mysterious" figure had long disappeared, and there was only an emptiness behind him filled with gray mist.

　　"I only have Sequence Seven, and I can't mobilize much power in this gray fog. It may not be able to help the young man in prayer, and it may also make the believers of 'Mysterious' notice that their god has changed. , expose one's existence..."

　　Klein muttered in a low voice, constantly looking for reasons to ignore this prayer, but his eyes never left the young man who had been prostrate on the ground, praying for a miracle, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

　　Reason and emotion were fighting in his mind.

　　Damn it!

　　Klein took a deep breath and roughly calculated the remaining time and spiritual energy. He conservatively estimated that he could stay on the gray fog for ten minutes. He glanced at the diary and holy book on the table, and after a moment's hesitation, he took the "Secret" Quickly flip through the holy scriptures.

　　He was just discharged from the hospital today and has two days of rest. It is now around three o'clock in the afternoon on a working day. Benson and Melissa are not at home and did not disturb themselves. Staying on the gray fog for a while will not attract anyone's attention. .

　　The pages of the book exuding a fresh smell were turned over, and Klein roughly browsed the table of contents of the holy book, looking for the earlier part in the chronological miracle section.

　　It took him about a minute, but he finally found a record with the words "Eastern Continent" and time stuck at the beginning of the Fourth Age.

　　"The former king was captured by greed, and two-thirds of the morning stars lost their luster, bringing about unreasonable disasters, and darkness and betrayal rampaged across the land."

　　no?

　　Klein's fingers turned white with so much strength that he raised his head blankly and looked around a circle of gray fog. He stared at the crimson stars that filled the dome. He wanted to take out the guy who compiled the holy book and ask him what he could tell by writing it like this. ?

　　They are all abstract descriptions, such as the former king, two-thirds of the morning stars, darkness and betrayal. Klein can only see one fact from this sentence - the Creator was betrayed by most of his men, which triggered the The tragedy of the Eastern Continent.

　　Feeling helpless, he glanced at the prayer screen and saw that the young man was still begging for God's attention. He simply flipped through the content on the timeline at the back, but what he got was still abstract nouns. At most, he could only ask God to not forget the disaster. The shrouded Eastern Continent is a sentence praising God's grace.

　　That's right. The greatest role of the Holy Scriptures is to spread faith and allow believers to understand the authority and glory of God. It is unlikely to record details that are too secretive.

　　Thinking of this, Klein looked at the diary on the table and hesitantly closed the holy book.

　　Roman Ambrosius, the messenger known as the "God of Mysteries", represents the will of the Lord of God and is the first angel to appear in the holy scriptures.

　　The diary of such a being may have relevant content.

　　With hope, Klein opened the diary, which was not thick. There were still five minutes left. Compared with flipping through the thick holy book, there was plenty of time to read the diary.

　　The diary had no table of contents, so he simply started reading from the first page.

　　"The teacher said that if you want to digest the magic potion of the 'Recorder' as quickly as possible, you must develop the habit of recording, regard recording as a part of your life, and do it all the time. Although I don't know why He called me such a drink. That blue stone, just like I don't understand why He doesn't let me call Him Father, but His decision is always right."

　　"He said I should forget the culture of the phoenix and that the custom of calling the lord father is complete crap..."

　　Klein's pupils, which were constricted due to concentration, gradually dilated. He scanned the following contents at an extremely fast speed, but every page in the diary showed that this text was written as early as the Second Age, and there was no mention of the Creator. There are only one strange name after another for the class.

　　Well, it's not completely unfamiliar. At least Suniasolem and Olmir have similar words circulating even now, but the former refers to a place name, while the latter is the trademark of a high-end red wine.

　　Not helpful to the current situation.

　　It's not that I don't want to help, it's just that I really can't do anything... Klein stared at the boy kneeling in prayer for a while, turned away, and turned off the prayer light spot that continued to consume his spirituality.

　　For him, the Eastern Continent is too far away.

　　...

　　Silver City, Twin Towers.

　　Chief Colin Iliad stood in front of the steps, looking down at his compatriots who were locked in prison and struggling in pain. His body surface was flowing with dazzling silver light, sometimes shining and sometimes dimming, against the dusk-like light coming from the roof. Orange.

　　The eyes of this "Silver Knight" who has been promoted for thirty years have traces of time, and there are no longer many emotional fluctuations.

　　Next to him, a woman wearing pitch black armor, about 1.9 meters tall but only reaching his shoulders, was also looking down, her smooth and white face slightly distorted, and her lavender eyes couldn't bear to look away.

　　"The 'Crown of Glory' can still last for a while. We can try to pray to the two masters again to suppress the pollution in their bodies and wait until the 'Angel of the Holy Word' comes again."

　　"I hope so," Colin sighed in an old voice, "but many people can no longer hold on. It is a good thing for them to get rid of torture as soon as possible, both for the city-state and themselves."

　　"Chief..." Lovia opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

　　In Silver City, perhaps no one is more qualified to make such a ruthless judgment than the old man in front of him.

　　Abundance comes at a price... Every elder of the six-person council knows the root of the curse of Silver City.

　　In fact, when they became the elders of the six-person council, the ration share they received was enough to provide for their families without hunger. However, compared with more ordinary compatriots, even with the gifts from the "Angel of the Holy Word" and the pilgrimage team, Unable to realize the humblest wish to survive on this cursed continent, they must rely on black-faced grass to survive.

　　None of the previous chiefs asked for the destruction of the sealed artifact that brought luck and misfortune. The current Colin Iliad treated his relatives and compatriots equally, faced the curse of parricide equally, and sent his wife away with his own hands. , children, grandchildren...

　　"If His Highness the 'Angel of the Holy Word' does not show up in three days, I will take them outside and get out of the scope of the curse."

　　Lovia looked at the tall being next to her in surprise, her silver-gray hair drawing a perfect arc in the air.

　　"When I prayed yesterday, I received an oracle from the 'Angel of Destiny', from the King," Colin explained while looking ahead. "The King said, 'Our salvation has come from the direction of the sun's fall.' On this land, All city-states that are still holding on must make changes."

　　"I will find a way to take them to Shanmen City in the east. The 'Undark Ones' there should have a way to purify the pollution. If someone cannot persist until they reach their destination..."

　　"After taking them out of the vicinity of Silver City, I will come to relieve them."

　　...

　　The warm sunshine spread across the streets. With the lifting of martial law, the city of Tingen has returned to its previous liveliness. Public carriages and postmen can be seen everywhere on the streets, adding vitality to the empty streets.

　　This place is not far from Narcissus Street, but the quality is obviously better than that of Narcissus Street. There is an independent lawn in front of the house and a small garden surrounding the house.

　　After briefly admiring it, Klein pulled the rope at the door and rang the bell in the house.

　　After waiting for a moment, he heard footsteps coming from inside, and then a middle-aged man with bronze skin and soft features opened the door. It was Azik Eggers.

　　He was wearing a homely white shirt, brown vest and trousers, with a smile on his face.

　　"I read yesterday's newspaper and congratulations on the successful completion of your work."

　　The work did end smoothly, but it didn't go well for me personally... Klein's smile was a little stiff, but he didn't mention his own experience, but said sincerely thanks:

　　"Mr. Azik, if you hadn't passed the information to me, I'm afraid we wouldn't have known that the witches had infiltrated Tingen, and we wouldn't have been able to prevent the disaster they planned."

　　With that said, he walked into the living room under the leadership of Azik, and a cup of hot coffee brewed by the owner himself was placed in front of him.

　　"I also want to find companions who have experienced similar experiences to me." Azik explained with a smile.

　　"Speaking of this, Mr. Azik, I may need to reveal your approximate identity to my captain," Klein took a sip of coffee and said with some embarrassment, "I hope you understand that I have no choice but to report information to the captain. Not stating the source of the information."

　　Facing Azik's smile, Klein breathed a sigh of relief and continued to explain, "And the captain said that he will not take surveillance measures against you, nor will he send people to your door to review. He just hopes that you can register your status every year, and then if To leave Tingen, you need to report to a member of the Nighthawks."

　　"Is this member you?" Azik smiled with both eyes.

　　"Yes."

　　"I accept your captain's arrangement, it's understandable." Azik nodded slightly, pulled out a greased paper package from under the long table in the living room, and took out a cigar.

　　He skillfully cut off the top of the cigar, lit it and placed it on the shelf. Then he arranged the coffee powder on the table and relaxed:

　　"Klein, your spiritual aura is not very good. I wonder if you have other problems. Have you encountered anything recently?"

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Chapter 39 This moment is just like that moment

　　"Klein, your spiritual aura doesn't look very good. I wonder if you have other problems. Have you encountered anything recently?"

　　Klein's previously prepared words suddenly lost their value, and he organized his words:

　　"Mr. Azik, do you remember that you said before that I have the same aura as the mysterious man you met at the Dragon Bar?"

　　Azik nodded slightly, placed his folded hands in front of his abdomen, and leaned forward.

　　"My extraordinary ability was accidentally obtained from the terrorist attack in which Naya and Welch were killed. The source was a sacrifice directed to an evil god. The evil god's name is the 'God of Mystery', which is a belief in the southern continent. a god."

　　Klein stopped talking, expecting Azik's reaction.

　　"'The God of Mystery'..." He repeated the name in a low voice, frowning a little.

　　Klein looked at the other party's expression and slowed down his speech:

　　"There is no trace of this evil god even in the records of the Nighthawks. Of course, it may be that the Tingen team is not of a sufficient level and is not qualified to understand such a dangerous existence."

　　"What you said reminded me of something. He is indeed an ancient and secret existence. He should not have acted for a long time. It is understandable that the church will not tell you his name," Azik frowned. , with a worried tone, "He is a very contradictory god with complex changes. To be honest, the name you mentioned brought back a lot of memories for me. Unfortunately, all I can think of is the fear of this name, and there is no more. What valuable content."

　　"Has He shown up again lately?"

　　"Did you hear the babble from Him?"

　　"No." Klein responded well prepared, "But when I became an Extraordinary, the knowledge contained in the potion also appeared along with the content about sacrifices and gifts."

　　Of course, he didn't really get the method to control sacrifices and gifts, but after returning from the gray fog last time, perhaps because of receiving the sacrifice from the "Magician", Klein remembered the ritual symbol used in that sacrifice very clearly. .

　　"Klein, sacrifices and gifts are very dangerous things, much more dangerous than praying to unknown names," Azik said worriedly, "Every god and being who is qualified to receive prayers must pray every day. It's quite a lot to deal with, so He won't necessarily pay attention to you, but the essence of the sacrifice is to directly open the door to your reality and the Kingdom of God, exposing yourself to the sight of the hidden presence."

　　"This is a two-way channel. You can sacrifice anything, and the god who accepts the sacrifice can also give rewards or punishments according to his mood. Even if he has no obvious malice or too much communication, the door of sacrifice passes through A little breath can be a disaster for ordinary extraordinary people."

　　Azik found paper and pen from under the table and pushed it to the center of the table.

　　"You write down the knowledge in your head, I need to see the main symbols that make up the ritual."

　　Klein responded, imitating the "magician's" technique, and drew several symbols related to the constellations and the spirit world, although he didn't actually know what the latter represented.

　　The key-shaped text is neatly arranged near the spirit world logo, and the constellation symbols are distributed around the periphery. Although it is only a incomplete pattern, the light blue light spots still shine brightly, setting off an invisible breeze in the surrounding area.

　　Azik looked at the contents on the paper. He was not as nervous as Klein. Instead, he curiously pointed at the key-shaped Hermes text, covering the light blue with pale colors, and then the entire ritual pattern dimmed.

　　"It's a very ancient ritual, but its core relies on gemstones. I seem to know the person who created this ritual style."

　　No, Mr. Azik, how long have you lived? You must not have seen Roman Ambrosius again... Klein looked away from the symbol with a complicated mood.

　　Of course he had tried to decipher the meaning of these symbols before he came, and looked up all the information he could find. However, the five pages of Roselle's diary that the "magician" later sacrificed were basically the emperor's early years of hunting for women, and there were basically no What valuable occult knowledge, and the holy book of the "God of Mysteries" is a general reading book for believers. Apart from the vague history, it has no reference value. The only person who gave him a hint was Roman Ambrosius. Diary written when I was twelve years old.

　　According to him, Extraordinaries on the "apprentice" path need gems, which are stronger carriers than metals, to assist in completing many abilities to make up for the "apprentice's" lack of direct attack and defense methods. Later, this need was also brought into In all aspects, especially the large and complex preparation of ritual magic.

　　Twelve-year-old Roman Ambrosius spent an entire article showing off that he had designed a new set of ritual magic for his "teacher" so that followers of the "god of mystery" would no longer continue to be giants, elves, and dragons. The tragic history of "letting a hundred flowers bloom" through other means.

　　These things had such an impact on him that when Mr. Azik mentioned the ritual magic driven by gems just now, he almost immediately thought of the "Beloved One of the Spiritual World and Time and Space".

　　"That means this ritual will only point to one goal, right?" Klein asked tentatively.

　　"Of course," Azik pointed his finger at Mosuo, and a cluster of spiritual flames ignited at his fingertips, burning the paper with the content of ritual magic to pieces. "Although the sacrifices we usually refer to also have various symbols, But generally only the central symbol needs to be changed according to the deity it points to, and the others will not adopt completely different patterns like this one."

　　"Then you..."

　　Azik, who picked up the cigar and took a puff, couldn't help but be startled and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

　　"The real purpose of this?"

　　Klein's face suddenly turned red. In front of Azik, his "clown" ability seemed to have failed. The relationship between the two was like an ordinary master and apprentice. Any nuisance made by the student would be easily seen through by the teacher.

　　"This is not a problem, as long as you remember that sacrifice is very dangerous, don't use it casually..."

　　Azik took out a new piece of paper, leaned on the table, and taught Klein step by step.

　　...

　　Backlund Bayerische Bank.

　　In an office dominated by black, Viscount Hunter sat behind a large mahogany table and listened to reports from his subordinates.

　　"Sir, you have seen the chaos in the kingdom after the introduction of the Corn Bill this year. We all know that before this, the largest landowners in the kingdom were the nobles headed by Duke Negan, but this year Earl Wolfe, who has a close relationship with Duke Negan, has sold 840,000 acres of land. Viscount Conard refused to abandon his ancestral property and also sold collections worth 55,000 pounds to the country. Art Museum, as for Duke Negan's own financial income, it has dropped from 1.3 million last year to 850,000, a total of 450,000 pounds less income. Isn't this enough to explain the problem?"

　　"Why are you still acquiring land now? This is not in line with your style and is not rational!"

　　"Sane?" Viscount Hunt, who closed his eyes and was concentrating, asked back. "What Wolfe sold was all land in the countryside. Conant himself also owned land near several important ports in the Duxi Bay. Just look at it. On the surface, if the land condition is really as bad as you said, why are they still holding on to the urban suburbs in their hands?"

　　"Do you want to acquire suburban real estate near the industrial zone?" The subordinates just felt in disbelief. "We and Bavart Bank are competing for railways, rubber, coal, and all the fields that can make money after the introduction of the damn "Corn Act". Aren't you satisfied with the food?"

　　"The royal family and the government will not allow you to get too much share. We have an Intis background."

　　"Isn't it strange? Bavart Bank also has investments from Intis." Viscount Hunter was unconvinced and threw back his subordinate's doubts with another question.

　　Finally, under the pleading eyes of his subordinates, the legendary financier opened his eyes, glanced at the table, and changed the subject:

　　"I will consider your proposal again. How is the matter with the Maritime and Carriage Guilds?"

　　The subordinate breathed a sigh of relief, took out the prepared materials, and pointed at them one by one:

　　"It has been found out that the people who competed with us for the bankrupt small transportation companies have military backgrounds. According to their middleman Franmy Cage, they may also have royal intentions."

　　"Does that mean we have to give up?" Viscount Hunter snorted.

　　When it came to a real big shot, his subordinates did not dare to answer the Viscount's question, so he avoided the important matter and said:

　　"But as you arranged before, we have determined their route. Most of the products sold are livestock..."

　　The subordinate made a vague gesture on his neck, and Viscount Hunter nodded knowingly.

　　"There's no conflict, avoid their routes, our recent focus has not been on that, and it won't be here, on rail."

　　"Yes." The subordinate responded, walked backwards out of the suffocating office, and closed the door gently.

　　Looking at a portrait on the wall, Viscount Hunter suddenly raised a sneer on his lips and looked at the maps and materials left on the table by his subordinates.

　　He skillfully drew the area near the route, marked the radiation range with circles, and finally clicked on the intersection of several circles.

　　Animals and...colonial slaves...Viscount Hunter nodded a few more times.

　　Should it be said that he is the eldest son of the Creator?

　　Roselle left too many legacies from the previous civilization. Playing with order is the strength of the Augustus. With ready-made blueprints and the help of that party, they have begun to control major industries and situations, and are ready to catch up with the trend of the times. The last wave.

　　The plan to acquire land on the outskirts of the central city, to curb the aristocratic group's reinvestment, and to run on the main banks in Loen is about to go bankrupt. It may be too late for the Holy City to come up with new ideas. The party is already taking action. Qilingos sneaked into Beckland Germany, there is a high probability that he will assassinate Duke Negan of Loen and destroy the balance between the old and new parties...

　　Ha, Duke... The former Duke of the Solomon Empire - Zaratul expressed his inner disdain with a subtle smile, and casually threw the map marking the location of the "Black Emperor"'s tomb into the shadows at his feet.

　　He didn't look at the map that was silently swallowed by the shadow. He stood up and stretched, and his eyes fell on the Clock of Order not far away through the window.

　　The previous plan was still effective. At least Roen had no chance to build a new mausoleum. He could only take out Solomon's old things and repair them.

　　However, no matter how careful the plan is, it is just to use mortal means to fight against the government with powerful and extraordinary heritage. Being able to reach this point is considered the Lord's blessing.

　　Directly destroying the mausoleum, instigating the relationship between the Church of the Seven Gods and the emperor, and manipulating the godhood ceremony... Feeling this inexplicable sense of familiarity, Zarath felt extremely happy.

　　What nonsense is the Fifth Age? This world is clearly still like the Fourth Age.

　　It's been over a thousand years and nothing has changed.

　　...

　　The last touch of orange from the sky was squeezed out, and brick chimneys one after another in the central and western parts of Tingen emitted gray and black, and the monotonous smoke of fireworks came to life in the midday sun.

　　The colorful circus ended its morning performance. The clown bent down to collect the rose petals scattered on the ground. The animal trainer recalled the white pigeons that had been parked on the streets and street lamps for a long time and refused to return. Monkeys with gray hair scurried around. Walking between the steel tripods, using all four claws together, the movements are extremely dexterous.

　　The clown with a stiff smile on his face wiped his painted face. The dazzling sunlight filled the wrinkles with sweat and stung the corners of his eyes.

　　He picked up the last petal and happened to notice a rickety figure wearing a felt hat and a turned-up collar walking toward the circus that was ending.

　　The man's footsteps were very light, and the circus members didn't stop him when they saw him. On the contrary, he paid attention everywhere, and especially paid attention to the monkey squatting on the iron frame. He deliberately walked far away, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.net walked in. In the tent that serves as the backstage.

　　As the sunlight was blocked, Old Neil pulled off his felt hat, put the raised collar back on both sides, and said to the clown who followed him into the tent:

　　"Why are you here at this time?"

　　"There have been terrorist attacks all over the kingdom. Many performances have been cancelled. There is a wealthy businessman in Tingen who is willing to pay a big price to entertain us." The clown wiped his sweat and whispered.

　　"You still know about the terrorist attacks!" Old Neil asked in a low voice, "It's because of your good colleagues that so many things happened. Do you know how much we paid to prevent the casualties from spreading because of your people? "

　　The clown poured the makeup remover on his face and curled his lips without looking back.

　　"This time I brought a complete flesh and blood magic ritual, a universal version. There is no need to directly engrave the symbol of the Lord. You can also use the holy symbol of the goddess of the night to work."

　　Old Neil fell silent and staggered twice.

　　"The other thing is, I will give you the reward."

　　"The ritual instilled in you by the Hidden Sage is impossible to complete, at least for you as a Sequence Nine," the clown said without any emotion in his heart. "That requires the power of a 'classical alchemist'."

　　Ouch...Old Neil whimpered in pain, and unconsciously covered his left arm with his right hand. His pale face looked a little scary under the candlelight.

　　The clown behind him finally wiped off the thick paint on his face and glanced at Old Neil's covered arm. Even if he didn't look carefully, he could guess what was underneath.

　　The old man with gray hair seemed unable to bear it, and sighed softly, as if for the sake of the past:

　　"After this time, we may not come to Tingen again. It will still be the same as before. You can leave with us at any time."

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Chapter 40 Ominous Divination Results

　　The sacrifice and bestowal attempt went smoothly, eliminating the inconvenience of transactions between "Justice" and the other two members. Klein also somewhat confirmed "The Fool"'s identity as a god and exerted some of his divine authority.

　　In comparison, the power displayed by Gray Mist is more in line with mortals' imagination of gods than the true god "Mystery". Is it only the "Soothsayer" sequence that is like this, or is it true that other true gods at the top of the sequence also have corresponding "Grey Mist" "Special space?"

　　They have mastered this space and promoted to Sequence Zero at the same time, so they can be called true gods. And what is mentioned in the "Secret" holy book is like the Pope of the True Creator Church of the Southern Continent - "Angel of Destiny" Ouroloius Being called the King of Angels, there is no corresponding space?

　　Is there also a gap between angels and angels?

　　High-sequence knowledge is always fascinating, even for an extraordinary person like Klein who has been exposed to too many strange news beyond his own sequence. Along the way, he was thinking about these things that had nothing to do with his current situation, so as to As for almost walking past the entrance of the Fortune Teller Club, I almost didn't notice it.

　　After the fall, the sycamore trees rustled in the wind, and the thin sunlight shone through the haze on the ground, leaving only imaginary mottled marks. Klein, who was standing downstairs, tidied up for a while and walked up the stairs. hall.

　　When the beautiful receptionist Angelica saw the familiar gentleman, she smiled softly and saluted.

　　"Mr. Moretti?"

　　"Are you here to see Mr. Brenton?"

　　She didn't look surprised. Klein shook his head and said along the lines:

　　"I have a day off today. I want to come to the club and try my divination skills."

　　Hmm...Angelica pursed her lips slightly in surprise, and said with some apology:

　　"Today there is a relatively important astrolabe class. Most of the members are listening to Mr. Brenton's lecture. There was a big fuss in the East End some time ago. The police and the bishop of the church came to the club to watch it several times. It may be this The reason is, I have hardly seen any strange guests these days."

　　The Bishop personally inspects the club because the Extraordinary Team is focused on the witches, so the church can only keep an eye on potential members of the Aurora Society and the Secret Order?

　　The captain is very efficient, and he never forgets important matters... Klein suddenly felt guilty.

　　He knew very well that the cultists in the Southern Continent were still staying in Tingen, most likely for himself, no matter what the other party's purpose was.

　　But Mr. A saved me. Even if the captain was biased towards me when this kind of thing was reported, the best result would be to be temporarily housed behind the Chanis Gate, waiting for the church's senior leaders to resolve it... The entanglement in Klein's heart did not matter. It was written on his face, but he nodded rather plainly, showing a regretful expression.

　　"It seems that this is fate's decision. I can't show off my skills today."

　　Looking at Angelica who was smiling apologetically, he pointed to the corridor leading to the classroom.

　　"Is it still the same classroom as last time?"

　　"I'm actually quite interested in astrolabe divination."

　　"certainly."

　　The front desk lady breathed a sigh of relief, personally led Klein into the corridor, and gave him a seat through the back door of Room 201.

　　This is a large room that can accommodate thirty people. It is said to be a classroom, but the decoration style and furnishings are more like a lounge for holding tea parties.

　　If there wasn't a blackboard in front of it, it would be more like... Klein was holding the black tea thoughtfully prepared by Miss Angelica with a smile on his face. Brenton, who was lecturing at the front of the classroom, also noticed this person who walked in halfway. "Student", nodded in greeting with a less obvious movement.

　　Different from Old Neil's teaching style, what Brenton taught was not in-depth in Klein's view, nor did it involve too many truly extraordinary things. Even many constellations were wrong. If used in real divination, it could only be used for divination. Have the opposite effect.

　　Of course, the advantages of this senior occult enthusiast are also obvious. He is funny and patient enough. He is also very good at mobilizing students' emotions and can pay attention to everyone.

　　According to Klein's observation, he was surprised to find that after the class lasted for nearly an hour, not a single student was distracted or dozed off. They were all attracted by Brenton's wonderful teaching.

　　"Your explanation of the constellation of thunder is wonderful."

　　Klein picked out the only part that was not at all different from real mysticism and complimented it.

　　"Haha, if other gentlemen and ladies can digest it as quickly as you, I think it will be a lot easier for me," Brenton, who walked out of the students, returned the notebook to a balding gentleman and joked to Klein in a low voice.

　　His outfit today is quite Intis style, with shiny cuff pins on the cuffs of his white shirt, and only a woolen coat on the outside. In addition to the subtlety of the Loen gentleman, he adds a little bit of the unruly and uninhibited attitude of a young man. romantic.

　　"I still have a lot to do," Klein said modestly.

　　"You are too self-effacing, Mr. Moretti."

　　I don't know if it was Klein's misunderstanding, but he always felt that when Mr. Brenton was talking to him, there was more and more joking and teasing in his words, like a senior looking at a fledgling junior.

　　Alas, I shouldn't have talked too much about current affairs with Mr. Brenton last time... Even with the blessing of all the half-empty knowledge of the twenty-first century on Earth, Klein still found himself under the guidance of this man with considerable reserves. In front of the husband, he looked like an ignorant boy.

　　Perhaps some knowledge that is more cutting-edge and transcends the current reality similar to that of the earth in the 19th century is slightly better, but in basic subjects such as philosophy, he can be said to have failed miserably.

　　Is this a "keyboard powerhouse"?

　　It's really funny.

　　Klein glanced at Brenton with a self-deprecating mood, and happened to see him flirting ambiguously with the beautiful front desk girl Angelica.

　　"Are you here for divination today too?"

　　Breaking away from Intis's emotions that were burned into his bones, Brenton was keenly aware of the sight from Klein, and said without the slightest embarrassment.

　　Klein smiled a little reluctantly.

　　"I originally wanted to do divination for others today."

　　oh? Brenton raised his head slightly, opened his mouth half-open, and blinked his eyes with interest.

　　Do you know how to act without being reminded?

　　I thought the circus people were joking on me again, but it seems to be true... Jerry Zaratul, who was wearing the skin of a divination teacher, couldn't tell whether he was jealous or happy at this time, and he had mixed feelings in his heart.

　　The silly college student in front of me was a pure ordinary person a month ago, but now it seems that he is about to surpass him!

　　No matter how many elders in the family or in the church praised his talent, it took him six years to be promoted from Sequence Nine to his current position.

　　"Destiny is a magical thing, and it is like this sometimes, not to mention hobbies like ours that have been taught to pay attention to." Brenton satirized the current affairs in quite explicit language, and then issued an invitation, "Then you come and spend some time with me. How was the time?"

　　"I have also encountered some problems recently. You know, soothsayers often add subjective ideas to their future interpretations, just like doctors cannot heal themselves."

　　"Of course, no problem." Klein agreed without thinking.

　　...

　　"Sufficient blood and ashes can also be other media related to the spirit body."

　　On the carriage after leaving the Blackthorn Security Company, Old Neil muttered in a voice that could only be heard by himself.

　　Even if he is no longer a devout believer of the goddess, he will not do such a blasphemous act under the watchful eyes of the church and God, just like he once again rejected the clown's invitation.

　　For nearly twenty years, he even knows the clown's name for intelligence officers who need to hide their true identity - even if it is a coincidence, he has known the old boy no longer than he has known Dunn. In a sense, if it weren't for their different beliefs and different positions, they would be heart-to-heart friends.

　　"The blood prepared before was not wasted. This ritual is even less than the one given by the 'Hidden Sage'. I am preparing 200 ml, and the rest is considered to be fault tolerance..."

　　Old Neil kept murmuring the secret knowledge, his head buried in his hands little by little, tears already streaming down his face.

　　I am selfish, and Salister is also a devout believer in the goddess. I only care about my own emotions and blindly want to save her, but I never thought that she would be willing to regain her life in this way... ..

　　Would she... would she find what I did... disgusting?

　　Old Neil let out a silent cry and clasped his hands tightly on his face. He tried to stand up and raise his hands several times, but failed.

　　Feeling deeply guilty, he let the carriage move forward and ran towards the cemetery in the suburbs.

　　By the way, he was going to take Sallyste home today.

　　...

　　In a dimly lit citrine room with a small round table, a compass, a mirror and other things, Klein and Brenton sat opposite each other. In the middle was the tarot card they had used last time, which had been shuffled and facing Klein.

　　"What do you wish to know?" Klein grabbed the deck of cards with familiarity and asked the person in front of him.

　　"Strictly speaking, it should be what kind of encounters I will encounter in the future." Brenton shook his head and smiled, "But this is not a big problem."

　　"I haven't had much luck recently, and I encountered some minor setbacks at work. I almost disappointed my leaders and elders, so I want to know what my next luck will be. You know, people always want to pursue good luck."

　　Klein, who was amused by the way Brenton spread his hands and curled his lips, let out a "ha", and his eyes became serious as he began to shuffle the cards in his hands.

　　In order to improve the accuracy, he deliberately used his extraordinary ability, which really seemed to help this gentleman who was very close to him.

　　Soon, a card symbolizing the future was drawn. Klein glanced at it and was a little dazed.

　　"What's wrong?"

　　Klein stared at the "Devil" card that only he could see, and looked across the table in disbelief.

　　For a moment, he seemed to have encountered an illusion created by "Nightmare". He actually felt that the short distance of thirty centimeters on the small round table was magnified countless times, as if a gap had been set between him and Brenton.

　　"It's...a 'devil' in its rightful place." Klein's voice was dry.

　　"Really?" Brenton was not worried about his future. Instead, he took the card very curiously and looked at it twice before sighing, "It seems I really have to be more careful. "

　　"Maybe I care too much about the results of the work at hand, and let my emotions take over my brain, which makes it difficult..."

　　He lightly ignored the fact predicted by a real "divineer" and breathed a sigh of relief.

　　"Mr. Brenton, have you encountered any difficulties recently?" Klein frowned slightly and asked with genuine concern.

　　Not to mention how credible such vague divination is in the eyes of ordinary people, but Klein himself knows very well that mid-sequence divination can determine the general direction of an event even without a particularly detailed understanding of the premise.

　　What's more, he really deliberately mobilized his extraordinary abilities just now, and even turned on his spiritual vision, but he still encountered this kind of thing, which explains the problem even more!

　　"It's not something that needs to be serious. Even if this job is not handled well, I will be promoted two years later at most." Brenton waved his hand.

　　He explained to Klein:

　　"You know I'm from Intis. I came to Loen when I was in my twenties. About four years ago, I didn't change my nationality and kept in touch with my family. This job just happened to It has something to do with my hometown, I am an elder watching over it, and I always feel that if I don't do well, it may damage my impression in that elder's mind."

　　"Oh, he is the most respected person in our family. If he can also recognize my achievements, no matter what the future holds, at least I can be proud of myself."

　　Family... elders... highly respected... and other words pierced Klein's ears, UU Reading www.uukanshu. net made him look away silently, trying not to look at the sighing middle-aged rich kid opposite.

　　I made a mistake, I didn't expect to encounter an invisible boss just walking around.

　　It turns out that Mr. Brenton is a descendant of a large family in Intis. No wonder he has unique insights into many current affairs issues and can see farther and higher. It turns out that he has a family foundation... Klein suddenly I feel that many of my previous questions have been explained, and a lot of the fog covering Brenton has also dissipated.

　　He filled in the missing parts of Brenton's portrait and sighed:

　　"Anyway, I hope you can successfully overcome your challenge. I wish you all the best in your work and gain the appreciation of that elder."

　　"I'd like to lend you your kind words." Brenton - oh no, Jerry Zaratul sincerely thanked him.

　　What he just said was not entirely a lie, he just blurred the details and automatically replaced the task with work.

　　I do care about the opinion of His Highness the Head of the House. This mission is also an opportunity for me to be promoted to Sequence Five. Well, after playing the role of Brenton, my potion has been basically digested. Coupled with my merits, the mission will be successful this year. Before the end of the year, I can become a Sequence Five, the fastest in my family in the past hundred years. I don't even need to deliberately prepare the ceremony. I can just ask A, and I don't need to be paid...

　　Jerry Zaratul, who was hiding under Brenton's skin, smiled slightly and returned the "Devil" card in his hand to Klein. The prejudice in his heart towards the "lucky man" in front of him also turned into recognition.

　　No wonder he was targeted by Ince Zangwill and was aware of the existence of 0-08... He glanced at the scattered tarot cards again.

　　I have to admit that Klein Moretti does have the talent to be a "divineer".

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