chapter 56

Chapter 34 Shanmen City (Thanks to the leader for the reward)

Chapter 225 Shanmen City (Thanks to the leader for the reward)

Above the boundless gray mist, the magnificent palace stands quietly.

Ending the customary greeting session with "Justice"'s elegantly lifted skirt, "The Hanged Man" Alger sat down with the other members and habitually glanced at the top and left part of the long table.

The spirit body of "Justice" has become much more stable. Has she fully adapted to the "Mind Reader"'s potion after digesting it?

Alger nodded slightly, and his eyes slid along the edge of the long table when he passed by the empty seat next to the "Magician".

He slowly raised his head, and finally his eyes were fixed on the deep red pattern on the top of the back of the empty seat, which looked like hollow details.

The uterus, which symbolizes the feminine, and the slender lines surrounding the ovaries that look like arthropod limbs together form the details of this representation. At a glance, it is similar to the basic cult-related knowledge brochure distributed to members within the Seven Gods Church. It is similar to one of the ritual symbols often used in "The Original Witch".

But what is different is that the seat next to the "Magician" is different from the other seats that are unoccupied at this time. It is covered with a fine veil made of gray mist, as if waiting for the return of the owner, and for the deep. The red pattern adds more detail.

Flame-like lines run through the center of the uterus, and the slender and sharp edge is like a knight's sword. The swaying flames of the sword's hilt flutter freely under the pull of the silk thread, looking like a flag from a distance.

The new member of the party, a witch, or a "hunter"?

The only path that Alger could think of that was closely related to flames was the "Hunter" path mastered by Fusac and Intis.

He buried his doubts in his heart for the time being, quietly stood up after "Justice", and offered a gift to the "Fool" at the top.

"Mr. Fool, this time I collected three pages of Russell's diary~"

"Dear Mr. Fool, I have collected a page."

Alger bowed in the face of the thick fog, and the tip of his nose almost touched the mottled rust of the long table.

Since his conversion, Mr. "The Hanged Man" is now more exaggerated about the Lord than I am... Forsi pursed her lips and thought.

She has no new diary to contribute this time.

The reforms in Loen were vigorous. King George III opened the way for the Church, exempting the church from some accountability. He also released some MI9 members who were fighting each other over factional issues and ordered them to track down government officials involved with the Witch Cult. , members of parliament and influential businessmen.

This move has inadvertently made it more difficult for the Intelligence Department to work in Loen. Currently, even if Forsi requests other archives to transfer Emperor Russell's diary in the name of "Angel with Lamp", it will take at least a week. time, unless she proposes to call a messenger who can travel through the spirit world.

No, if you still can't buy a diary by the end of this week, even if you go to His Highness Zaratul and call the spirit world messenger, you still have to dedicate a new diary to Mr. Fool...

Forsi's every move fell into the eyes hidden behind the gray mist. Klein waved his palm and hooked the scattered diary into his hand.

It seems that the work on Zaratul's side is not easy to do either... Klein sighed a little.

He quickly browsed through it first and found that one of the four pages of the diary was not connected to the three pages of the diary presented by "Justice". The dates were separated by a long time.

Sure enough, the spiritual world lacks information that records Chinese meanings. Neither Bernadette nor Zarath can decipher the information Russell left in the diary, but they should have completed the translation of the Arabic numerals and can rule it out by comparing the dates. method to roughly judge what may be recorded in the diary on that day. This is something channels like Miss Justice who can only collect diaries from extraordinary gatherings do not have, unless I also teach them the translation method of Arabic numerals. ...Klein flipped the pages and placed the two most valuable ones in front.

Although it is said to be valuable, it is actually relative. These two diaries roughly describe Russell's thoughts when he fought against the Anti-Intis Alliance and commanded the campaign on the Central Plateau.

It is full of questions such as "Damn Victor Amadeus, why don't you care about the grudges with Loen Dog now? You and I are not on the same path, we are just adjacent!", "Why do I have so few angels? , how to fight like this, how can the emperor personally conquer the country again, I conquered the country, couldn't the 'Eternal Sun' and 'Steam' get the land and believers? Short-sighted things!", "Sulte did a great job. Not bad, I have to find a way to give him a chance," etc. The complaints outweigh the substance.

After flipping through these two pages, Klein resisted the urge to calm down, took a small breath, and looked blankly, trying to divert attention by deconstructing the sharp historical contradictions that actually happened under the surface of Russell's rant.

Victor Amadeus IV, a Archduke of Feneport hundreds of years ago, the brother of Berengar I, the head of the army who signed the Anti-Intis Alliance Treaty on behalf of Feneport...Listen Russell's tone, is this an angel from the "arbitrator" path?

I really didn't expect that Huang Tao would be so arrogant after becoming emperor. Not only his old employer, but also the Church of the Eternal Sun, which had been tough before the steam revolution, dared to give advice. He really deserves to be an "emperor"... Klein smiled He threw away the diary in his hand, but kept his gaze on the lower part of the top page. While relaxing and joking, he wrote down the surname Soult.

He remembered that in the modern history class, Mr. Azik mentioned that Marshal John de Soult in Intis was one of the driving forces behind the parliamentary revolution that brought an end to the imperial power era in Intis.

As expected of this surname, it is much better than Nast Solomon... Klein leaned back on his chair.

"You can start."

"Everyone, I hope to obtain information on the formula and materials of the 'psychiatrist' potion."

"Justice" Audrey spoke first, looking at "The Hanged Man" and "The Sun" with bright eyes.

The rare contact with the "Psychological Alchemy Society" made her feel a sense of urgency, especially after hearing that "psychiatrists" could silently hypnotize others, her desire for promotion became even more urgent.

"I can help you keep an eye on it." Alger replied scrawly, his eyes still on the empty stone chair opposite but dotted with symbolic symbols.

He seemed not to have heard the warm and simple words of "The Sun" in his ears. His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he gradually came up with a guess.

Perhaps, the owner of this empty seat is Mr. Fool's favorite. Just like "The World", he is both a "witch" and a "hunter". He takes care of both paths and is an extraordinary person of the legendary composite path.

This can explain the special pattern on the seat... Alger's thinking became more and more clear.

The "Original Witch" is hostile to Mr. "Fool", and the "Red Angel" of the True Creator is the strongest angel of the "Hunter" path. Can cultivating a favored person who spans two paths be regarded as an attempt by the ancient allies to erode the authority of the Witch path? ?

Praising Mr. Fool... A mixture of awe and fear, Alger clenched his hands and poked his palms with his fingertips, forcing himself to withdraw from the high-level recklessness. He hesitated for a moment and looked at the end of the long table. Next.

he asked "the world."

"What was the attitude of the Islands towards that naval battle?"

Naval battle, what naval battle?

Forsi and Audrey looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

"The Hanged Man" also paid attention to that naval battle... Was it from channels within the Church of Storms, or was it told to him by Tristan Eugen?

Klein hooked his fingers and manipulated the "world" and said hoarsely.

"I'm still near Olawi, so don't worry about things there for the time being."

Still near Olavi Island? I heard that a large-scale naval battle just broke out over there, although it was not as good as the one in the distant sea of ​​Rosid... Alger keenly grasped the key point of "The World".

This relative of Mr. Fool, the new divine envoy of the Aurora Society, seems to be more interested in the conflict between pirate generals. He has stayed around Olavi for so long, and Alger does not believe that "the world" will not be involved at all." During the battle between "Admiral Blood" and "Admiral Twilight".

"I heard that 'Blood Admiral' Senior lost his flagship?"

Alger deliberately chatted.

Are you so curious about what's going on here?

Mr. "The Hanged Man", you were not such a boundaryless person before... Klein sighed silently, and did not let "The World" give a direct answer. Instead, he cast a playful glance to the right.

"How's the Rhoad Islands going these days?"

"I will land from Simim Island in three days. Bulatov said that the security there has not been completely relaxed?"

Alger was stunned for a moment, then pretended that nothing happened.

No wonder the "Blood Admiral" Senior was so miserable. It turned out that "The World" also took action, and there may be other members of the Secret Order or the Aurora Society.

The Loen Navy, the chaplain of the church, and the apostle of the Aurora Order were all bundled together. It made him even more surprised that Senior could escape.

Unless the demigods of the "Rose School" also intervene in the battle...

"This week, Yann Coatman did not host the regular weekly sermon at Wave Church. The penal servitors are calling back to support the suppression of the demonstrations and riots by the local indigenous people of the Rhoad Islands on Blue Mountain Island."

"There may be some ships from the military and the church cooperating with the inspection on the normal route, but it will be safer if we bypass the main port on Simim Island."

Alger did not dare to give an overly certain conclusion, and only regarded it as a suggestion from a senior person.

After saying that, he thought about it carefully and decided to take the initiative to share with the "world" part of the mission that Count Tristan had given him.

Under the gaze of Mr. "The Fool", "The World" is the favored one that the "Fool" pays attention to, so he is naturally qualified to know.

He carefully looked in the uppermost direction and said.

"The original belief of the indigenous people gathered on Blue Mountain Island, 'Poseidon', is actually the disguise of a certain high-ranking elf."

"Revolving around the 'Poseidon' belief, they have formed a rough-structured resistance army. They have a good influence on Blue Mountain Island and the small islands in Rossed except Bayam, and they are a target that can be won over."

In fact, Alger didn't quite understand. The relationship between the elves and the believers of the True Creator had always been good. Logically speaking, the Trunsoest Intelligence Agency's branch in the archipelago should easily be able to completely control the resistance. How could it only provide occasional material assistance? Have you allowed the natives to act on their own until now?

The disguise of the high elf, Rosid's Blue Mountain Island?

The "World" puppet stopped moving, like a sculpture, standing still in the gray fog. The other members looked at it from a distance across half of the long table, as if they were deep in thought.

Could it be that the so-called "Poseidon" is the "mysterious" nature of the storm that is wandering outside?

The belief in "Poseidon" has been around for at least hundreds of years, but it has not aroused suspicion for such a long time and was taken back by the Aurora Society?

Unless that characteristic creates self-awareness and can fully display angel-level abilities, and because of the "mystery" and gray mist, it is partially special, so it can be able to deal with the Lord of Storms and the True Creator for a long time.

Instead, we can investigate and make contact first... Klein chewed on the news that Alger deliberately threw out, holding his hands in virtual hands.

"I'll keep an eye on this when I get to the Islands."

"Guys, I have a question."

The little "sun" that lives in the dark inland all year round knows nothing about anything related to the ocean, and cannot even imagine what the outlines of the so-called ocean and islands are.

In the discussion just now, although "Justice" and "Magician", who are also in the hinterland of the mainland, could not intervene in the discussion, one of them pretended to be listening to the story, and the other was half collecting materials and half with a work mentality. Record, compared to the black-eyed Derrick, at least he felt involved.

After the discussion about the situation in the sea finally came to an end, Derrick hesitantly raised a hand and waved it twice like a primary school student applying to speak in class.

As everyone's eyes came one after another, Derrick, encouraged by "The Hanged Man's" eyes, spoke:

"There's an outing this week and I don't know if I should go."

"Is it exploration?" "Justice" Audrey blinked and guided.

"No, this time you only need to walk along the ancient road to go to another city-state near our Silver City, the Shanmen City I mentioned before."

"That city-state where the 'sun' pathway dominates?"

"How does it compare with your Silver City?"

Forsi held up three fingers, as if holding a pen, and silently tapped the table.

She was very curious about how the Beyonders of the "Sun" path would behave in an environment without the sun.

"Yes." Derrick responded, "Shanmen City has mastered the two paths of the 'Sun' and the 'White Tower'. Their leader is a 'No Dark One', a demigod of the 'Sun' path. .Shanmen City is the city-state with the most complete and comprehensive preservation of ancient documents and ancient books in the entire Eastern Continent except Yue City. They have a tall white tower called the Grand Secretary's Library. The person who serves as Secretary is also a demigod. 'Prophet'."

"These are all what I read from books and what I heard from my elders and teachers. No matter how specific they are, I don't know them very well."

At the end of the sentence, Derrick was a little embarrassed. Alger was stuck on his prepared draft and didn't know how to speak.

After thinking about it, he decided to change his words.

"Did your chief give you any advice?"

"The chief didn't tell me about this." Derrick replied dully.

"The records about Shanmen City were taught in your general courses, or did you read them in a book later?"

Audrey kept a friendly smile, and the seemingly useless questions had meaning.

"I saw it in the local chronicles of the city-state after the chief approved me to read more documents in the library two days ago."

really! Audrey patted her hands lightly on her knees.

She recently studied academic research papers recommended by the Psychological Alchemy Society and found that in psychological research works, "guidance" is the element that appears most frequently in the practice of psychological techniques.

In fact, it is not just the "audience", everyone can design an application that guides others and events to follow their own wishes through "coincidence", but the ability of the "audience" is more suitable for completing some unobtrusive links, such as "reading" "Heart", such as "hypnosis", make it easier for "coincidences" to happen naturally... Audrey breathed a small sigh of relief and patiently explained to the still confused 'Taiyang'.

"Actually, the chief has given you advice. Well, he must know you very well, so he will open other areas of the library to you before launching a new round of outings. He knows which books you will read and what content you will pay attention to first. ."

Audrey understands the thoughts of the Chief of Silver City very well, because more often than not, her father and brother often use this method to help or educate her at home, and she enjoys the care and love from her elders.

Because of Mr. Fool's blessing, the chief of Silver City attaches great importance to the progress and growth of "The Sun" and devotes all his energy to it, so there is a high probability that there will be no danger in this long trip.

"The Hanged Man" Alger's judgment coincided with hers.

"'Justice' is right. For you, this time is more of an opportunity to experience and increase your knowledge, rather than an adventure like last time to quickly integrate you into a cruel environment."

The brief introduction to Shanmen City by "The Sun" flashed through his mind quickly, and he briefly mentioned the key points of the screening. UU read books www.uukanshu．net

"When you go to Shanmen City, if you have a chance, go to the Chief's Library and have a look. Maybe you will gain something."

This is both pertinent advice and Alger's own selfishness.

As a former Storm believer, he is very familiar with the habits of the Beyonders of the "Reader" path.

These people believe that knowledge is power, and they are accompanied by believers who are inherited from the ancient sun god, the predecessor of the true creator. They must have mastered a large amount of ancient history and mystical research results that have been dated to the outside world.

After deciding to surrender to the belief in the True Creator, he specifically chose a time when Tristan Eugen was in a good mood and asked the count to explain the Holy Scriptures to him, humbly asking for advice on the true history that had been distorted by the Seven Gods.

The Earl was so happy that he even enthusiastically took out many books from the Fourth and Early Fifth Era from the air and threw them to Alger to read at will. However, those books often disappeared for no reason while he was reading them and needed to be replenished regularly.

"How is your 'Light Prayer' potion digested?"

"That's almost it. I feel like I can try for promotion in a week or two." Derrick replied hurriedly.

"Not bad." Alger hid the envy in his eyes and said in a more solemn tone, "Seize the opportunity to visit Shanmen City. This may also be an opportunity for you to be promoted in the future."

After all, I have never finished a Tarot session, and I am a bastard.

And then... Here again, I would like to thank Mr. Othinus One-Eye Ji. The boss is generous, the boss is in good health, and the boss has everything going well and will never die!

The first leader is a little excited, my friend has defeated the disease, and he is fearless with just two yangs (actually, he is not that feverish today)

Finally, I would like to ask for recommendations and monthly tickets, please!

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Chapter 35 Activity

Chapter 226 Activity

As several important topics came to an end, the palace, which looked like a giant's residence, was quiet for more than ten seconds.

Just when Klein was deciding whether to end the party, Forsi, who was not very active today, suddenly spoke.

"A friend of mine." Sensing the gazes of several people, Forsi stroked his face with one hand and emphasized, "She is really a friend of mine. The one I previously hoped would join MI9."

"She has now started to contact MI9?"

Audrey became increasingly certain that the "magician" around her was the best-selling author she knew in real life, Forsi Wall, and the "friend" Forsi mentioned should be Hugh Dilcha.

"After the great smog, the Kingdom hopes to increase its control over the eastern part of Backlund. They need more agents and downlines," Fors thought for a moment, "But this does not mean that MI9 will relax its review standards. , instead, I heard they were looking into every name on the pre-selected list, looking into their backgrounds."

This is the latest information the intelligence agency received last Wednesday, provided by a government official.

"That friend of yours, there's something wrong with her identity?"

"The Hanged Man" Alger pondered for a moment and clarified the key point.

"Yes."

Forsi subconsciously looked in the direction where "The World" was sitting. It was "The World" who was the matchmaker in this matter. Without his help, it would be difficult for Xio to be accepted by the Intelligence Bureau, and even further contact MI9.

In fact, the arrangements within the bureau are very safe, but Xio's identity is too special. Even if the forged identity is foolproof, the letters and financial connections between her and her mother and brother will sooner or later be noticed by the supervisors, as well as her character...

She is not a person suitable to be a secret agent, which requires special training. Unfortunately, Xio's current nominal mentor in the department is a "hunter" and an unruly envoy.

"Has she changed much since she was a child?"

"what?"

Forsi looked at "The World" suddenly, not understanding the question that was suddenly thrown at him.

What does this have to do with change?

"The World" glanced at "The Hanged Man" and leaned back, darkness under the shadow of the hood.

"If her appearance and living habits are somewhat different from when she was young, we can start from this aspect and expand the disguise to a certain extent to mislead."

"Your friend's identity is not dangerous now, but as she advances through the ranks and her level gets higher and higher, the second or third background check will come, and it will be stricter and more thorough than before. By that time, she already has identity issues, and it becomes impossible for her to hide it completely, so she might as well take the initiative to expose it."

Combining some of the experiences he gained while playing "The Faceless Man", Klein cautiously made suggestions and was always waiting for the "Hanged Man"'s additions.

"Mr. World, do you mean to take the initiative to expose yourself?" Forsi couldn't understand it at first.

The issue that Xio's father may be involved in is the biggest secret of the Augustus family. Back then, George III would have killed his own captain of the bodyguard for this purpose, but now wouldn't he just kill the daughter of the captain of the bodyguard who was trying to find out the truth?

First make a certain amount of concealment, then reveal part of the truth at the right time, and then use a suitable reason to confuse and convince the top management of MI9, and get rid of the trouble of the original identity... Compared with Forth, "The Hanged Man" " The idea of ​​"The World" was understood almost immediately.

He nodded slightly. Although he agreed, he did not agree or speak rashly because he did not understand the specific situation.

"She can't hide her father's secret forever," Klein pointed at the table with his index finger. "Appearance is often the first factor people use to judge a stranger. If your friend can make a difference based on appearance, try to She may deviate from her father's image and move closer to the image commonly seen within MI9, at least it won't seem so inconsistent."

"In the beginning, it doesn't matter if she passes the review with the help of the Backlund branch and modifies her false identity. But when she gets promoted and at the right time, she can find the right person and properly throw out the events of the year. She will be more passive than during the review. It's better to cope with it."

The right person... Viscount Stratford, Hugh's father's old subordinate, the guy who betrayed her father and got her father's original position?

Forsi immediately thought of a suitable candidate and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

She seemed to understand what Mr. World meant.

Why is appearance mentioned? This seems to be the most superficial level, but it is also mentioned to make the difference between Xio and his father's image.

"You mean, let my friend send a signal that she resents her father to those people?"

This is very reasonable, but based on her understanding of Xio, how could that stupid girl do it!

The "World" hidden under the cloak was stunned for a moment and nodded silently.

"Yes."

This is the first time that Klein has tried to put aside value and morality to think about similar issues and only think from a utilitarian perspective.

After playing the role of Gehrman Sparrow, he found that the role was far more challenging than he imagined, and his identity as the Oracle of the Aurora Order made it even more difficult.

He can be independent and have a personality, but he cannot deviate too much from the Aurora Society's consistent style. Therefore, when thinking about the thinking model of "Gehrman Sparrow", he specifically referred to the two intelligence departments with which he was most familiar. members.

"Actually, what 'The World' said is completely feasible."

Finally, "The Hanged Man" gave him a gentle push when the topic reached an impasse.

He stared at Forsi with a complicated tone.

"Such things are very common at sea. I don't know the specific situation of your friend, but he was implicated because of his origin, and for some reason, either hatred, personal desire, or life pressure, he hopes to enter the official system and get involved. There are too many people eating."

"Officially in the archipelago, northern mainlanders only account for 40%, but they occupy almost all core rights. Mixed-race and indigenous people who are qualified to be attracted can only be responsible for some insignificant parts such as city security management and office cleaning. ."

"In this case, if you want to get closer to the core layer, the natives and mixed-bloods must be cut off from their original origins and the blood flowing in their veins. The more disgust they show, the more deeply they hate them, the more pleasing they will be to the people of the Northern Continent."

Speaking of this, the emotion in Alger's eyes didn't change much, he just looked away slightly.

"Of course, this is not a panacea. It is more like a popular drug that makes you immersed in the falseness of seeming acceptance and unable to truly integrate... But for ordinary people, it is enough."

"Hey, it's not exactly the same as what your friend encountered."

But the result is the same... Baboons can't turn into humans even if they put on formal clothes... This is a line Forsi wrote in one of his short stories, but it fits perfectly now.

She looked between "The World" and "The Hanged Man" and nodded with some difficulty.

"I'll tell her."

The atmosphere became heavy, and there were no more topics worth discussing. After a few exchanges of little value, the Tarot Club came to an end, and Klein also saw this and ended the party.

…

The crimson bursts from the stars were extinguished one by one, and the gray mist palace returned to silence.

Klein sat alone at the top, hesitating and tapping his fingers on the table without any rhythm.

The "mystery" is hiding from me, and He is unwilling to explain the matter of "Poseidon"...

After the Tarot session, Klein deliberately stayed in the gray fog and did not return to reality directly.

He used almost all methods. If he didn't have a suitable medium at hand, he would have wanted to recreate the movement of Tingen's divination of the "mutated sun holy symbol", just to force the "secret" out.

But no matter how hard he tried, the "God of Mystery" avoided him as if he was completely dead, even though he and Klein both knew very well that each other was here.

"If you want to hide...it's up to you."

Klein placed his fingers heavily on the table, looked at the empty sea of ​​fog, stood up suddenly, his whole body burst into dazzling scarlet, and left the gray fog.

He deliberately turned his back, so he didn't notice the appearance of the unreal figure hidden under the cloak at the moment when the crimson burst out.

"Secret" stared at the young man's human form, and the corners of his mouth hidden behind the mist suddenly rose.

…

Returning to reality, Klein opened his eyes and sat up from the recliner, first confirming the location of the marionette.

"What time is it?"

"Three forty-five," said Georgia, with a graceful figure and good features.

"Has anyone been here?"

"no."

This makes no sense, because every time he boarded the gray fog, it was his spirit body that was pulled away by the mysterious power. Without his spirit body, he naturally could not control the marionette's spirit body thread, and only one remained in reality. Empty shells and a walking corpse.

It's just a habit specially cultivated by playing the role of "Secret Puppet Master".

"Go get me some water, and take a look at where the ship is and what the Fusac people are doing on it."

Georgia had no objection, bowed slightly, and immediately walked out of the room on the bottom of the deck, leaving Klein alone to continue lying on the dark and damp lounge chair.

Some of the details exchanged today made him almost certain of the identity of "Poseidon". Unfortunately, both the Tristan behind "The Hanged Man" and the Mr. A he knew well were either not high enough or too far away. At that time, there was no answer to his question.

Those who can answer me and are qualified to know these things can only be those who have witnessed the events, at least in one era...

With a flash of inspiration, Klein straightened up and jumped up from the recliner.

Doesn't he know an old monster who has lived for more than a thousand years and is more powerful than Tristan, with sufficient status and strength?

Why didn't I think of it before... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, thought about it, and felt that there was no need to build a spiritual wall, so he stood in the room, clasped his hands, and recited Zarathul's honorable name.

"The Bearer of Miracles and Terrors,"

"The dependents of the master of the spiritual world,"

"Witnesses to the Marks and Traces of a Fallen Empire."

"Great Angel Zaratul with the Lamp, I pray for your..."

Before he could even utter the following rigid and almost routine words of praise, the familiar cold fog had already erupted, capturing Klein's consciousness.

A lantern fell in the boundless gray wilderness, dispersing the fog, and the old man's not-too-hunky figure gradually became clear.

"Long time no see, Mr. Moretti."

Zaratul's attitude was affable, like an old man on the street, and the look he looked at Klein was indescribably cordial.

"Your Highness."

Klein pretended not to see it and bowed symbolically.

"Hoho, are you still complaining that I rejected your prayer and didn't answer you?"

Zaratul hooked his hand in the air, and the foggy wilderness was instantly replaced by an exquisite and warm living room. The two of them also came to the fireplace burning high-quality charcoal, with drinks on the table.

"No, I can understand your choice at that time." Klein really didn't hold grudges for this matter.

In the face of threats, he was not the only one who had to fight against powerful enemies, but Zarath too, and besides, he was not dead.

"Thanks for understanding."

Seeing that Klein was hesitating for a long time on the choice of drink pieces, Zaratul's eyes moved slightly and he calmly changed the drinks on the table, including the Queen's black tea, replaced by sweet ice tea with a similar color.

"Is there anything I can do to help you this time?"

Zaratul watched as Klein picked up the sweet ice tea, and the curvature under his silver beard was slightly raised.

"What happened last time, well, I can grant you a small wish as compensation."

Compensation... Klein was stunned for a moment, took a sip of the drink that was both ice-cold and sweet, and did not refuse.

"The Lord has given me a mission."

"Telling you to find something?"

"Yes, that's right."

Klein was really stunned this time.

With such an accurate guess, could it be that taking back "Poseidon" is actually a consensus among Trunsoest's top brass, and is part of their plan to return the "secret"?

After a moment of organizing his words, Klein put down his teacup and observed Zaratul.

"The Lord wanted me to reclaim a part of His past, that angelic nature that He had driven out of the storm path."

"I got some information from some channels that I don't know whether it's true or not. It says that that characteristic seems to be activated. It's the 'Poseidon' believed by the indigenous people of the Rhoside Islands."

Listening patiently to what he already knew, Zaratul counted his fingers, and his smile suddenly became deeper.

Tristan?

This old guy always has good luck...

He drawled slightly, UU read www.uukanshu.net like many elderly people, took a sip of tea, and nodded to acknowledge the information Klein had collected.

"You are right, 'Poseidon' is indeed the incarnation of the Lord, but He was not recently activated."

"Not recently?"

"Of course, the 'natural disaster' has been resurrected for a long time." Zaratul said meaningfully, "He is older than me, and there are many ways to 'live'. Sometimes it seems to you that one is sitting opposite you. , living people, from the medical perspective studied by modern young people, may be alive, but from the perspective of mysticism, we all know that there are many possibilities."

The two of them maintained a reserved style, and neither one spoke too clearly. However, Klein knew exactly what Zaratul was referring to, because he himself was the "Secret Puppet Master" and could make a corpse look like a corpse. Just like alive.

So, what Zaratul means is that the "natural disaster" is actually a secret puppet of the "mystery", or a clone concocted by special means?

This is consistent with what "Secret" said, that He cannot intervene in real conflicts. If "Natural Disaster" is really His incarnation, He also severely injured the Archbishop of the Church of Storms last week!

So He wanted me to bring that thing back. Hey, how can I bring a living thing back?

Across the tea table, Zaratul quietly examined the unnatural waves beneath the young man's surface, his eyes becoming darker and deeper.

The Tarot Club is finished.

I won't be able to get to Changsha tomorrow until after 7pm, and I'll arrive at the dormitory at around 9pm. Then I'll deal with my already moldy dormitory. I don't know when, and I don't necessarily have internet access...

But I will definitely write it the day after tomorrow.

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Chapter 36: A little bit of deception

Chapter 227 A little bit of deception

"History is a cycle."

"Civilization is idling on the rural dirt road, sinking deeper and deeper. No matter how hard the driver drives the carriage, the fate of sinking is inevitable. What we can do is not fight with them for control of the horses, but Whether we need to jump off the carriage and measure the remaining distance with our feet, whether we should continue driving or open up a new road is unknown."

"Mr. Moretti, the same problem that has been bothering you in recent days is the same."

It seems to be the professional habit of every professional "divineer" to skillfully use metaphors and speak a lot, but to refuse to speak clearly in the fog, and to only use abstract forms to remind the confused to pursue new directions.

Klein couldn't understand how Zaratul turned the topic of exploring the truth behind "Poseidon" to "carriage and road".

The temperature of the black tea in the cup was just right. As Zaratul tasted the tea, his dark eyes were like deep pools, hiding countless secrets, and the appearance reflected the simplest reality.

"Your Highness, I don't understand what you mean."

"Sorry, please understand, old man, I'm used to talking to myself." Zaratul said with a smile, not feeling embarrassed, "This is something I read from a popular philosophy journal in Trier, and I think it's appropriate. I just wanted to talk about it."

"But, Mr. Moretti, don't you think the above is very similar to the problem you are encountering now?"

Zaratul looked at Klein with a smile, and with a casual touch, he pulled out the so-called philosophy journal from the air.

"What is the situation in the Rhoside Islands and what problems are they facing? Aren't you and the Creator's envoy plan and the things you hope to do in the Southern Continent very similar to what is mentioned above?"

resemblance? Klein held his breath and furrowed his eyebrows, nodded and asked Zaratul to continue speaking to clarify his doubts.

"It's a simple question."

"You must be wondering why the 'natural disaster' has been here for fourteen hundred years. We didn't try to recover it, and our enemies didn't find a way to destroy it."

"Let's not mention the specialness that He once enjoyed as a part of the Lord. Put aside all the high-level details and just look at it from the simplest perspective. Let us lower our posture and actually stand on the soil, standing on the indigenous people living in the islands. Look around, what can you see on Poseidon?"

Zaratul's figure seemed to have magic power, weaving one picture after another in Klein's mind, forcing him to enter Zaratul's rhythm and think passively.

Putting aside the high-level power behind the "Poseidon" and the game with the gods, just look at it from the perspective of the Rhoside Islands and the indigenous people on the sea...

Huh, the top priority now is how to bring out the "natural disasters". But if the "natural disasters" are taken away, the "Poseidon" believed by the Roside Aboriginal people will definitely no longer exist. They will lose their land and human rights before losing their faith. The freedom of belief, even the freedom of underground belief that can only be buried deep in the heart and secretly, will become a complete slave...

Thinking of this, Klein only felt ridiculous, so ridiculous that he wanted to laugh.

Don't be kidding, Zaratul, an angel, would care about the sea natives who are out of reach of him?

These mythical creatures don't even care about their own citizens who are nominally loyal to the same country.

But why would He say such things to me?

Klein took a deep breath to try to calm down. Zaratul, who was sipping tea leisurely, didn't care. Seeing that an angel was so leisurely, he gradually tried to stabilize his mind and think calmly.

Zaratul said that the "Poseidon" problem is similar to the philosophical fable, that is to say, the Rhoside Islands, the dilapidated carriage driving on the dirt road in the fable, may fall apart at any time, fall into the quagmire of the mud road, and be swallowed by hidden dangers.

And I, or the faction behind me who want to use me to recover the "natural disaster", the "Mystery" and the Trunsoest Empire, play the role of someone on the carriage with another thought.

Now that we have not fully entered the stage, we can directly take away the "natural disaster" and let the "Poseidon" completely become a myth and legend wandering in the ocean. Or we can choose to control the "natural disaster" and temporarily stay on the dirt road, side by side with the carriage, thinking about the next step. To stay or go.

Well, Zaratul just said that the "natural disaster" was activated a long time ago. It may be the "mysterious" marionette, or it may be other ways that I don't know, but he is indeed alive and will continue to follow. For more than a thousand years, it has taken root in this sea area and established stable ties with the elves and the natives of the Rhoside Islands.

This connection is faith…

He also mentioned the southern continent, West Balam, which became a colony...

What is the connection between these... Klein vaguely grasped the key, but his intuition told him that he was missing the most important piece of the puzzle and could not get an accurate answer.

"Anchor, you should have heard of it."

Zaratul put the empty tea cup back on the table, clasping his hands together, as if he had no intention of tasting it again.

Noticing Klein's probing gaze, he said softly.

"The anchor is the stabilizing force that a ship must use to dock. Without the anchor, the ship may be swept away by the storm, swallowed by the waves, and ended up being shattered to pieces."

"Extraordinary paths are a collection of crazy things. Every promotion requires a life-and-death struggle for the Extraordinary. In low and mid-sequences, the foundation for promotion is the mastery and digestion of magic potions, as well as one's own willpower. But in high-sequences, , crazy breakthrough threshold, personal strength can no longer resist the ancient will precipitated in the potion, and must rely on external help to stabilize the state, so as not to collapse during the ceremony, lose oneself in the subsequent performance, and be overwhelmed by the magic potion. Will to assimilate."

If Zaratul's black, lightless eyes were abyss, with just a glance, Klein seemed to be facing the madness that accompanies divinity that was still quite far away from him, and his back suddenly became cold and wet.

"So... anchors are used to stabilize the state of high-sequence Beyonders. Gods and angels also need them?"

"Of course, Mr. Moretti." Zaratul said, "And anchors are far less mysterious than people with a little knowledge imagine. They can actually be found everywhere. Every one you see in your daily life is unconsciously acting as an anchor. The role of an anchor, dedicated to their faith."

"Anchor, is it a human?"

"Anchor refers to man's faith in God!"

Klein couldn't control the volume and pressed his hands on the tea table with excitement. He didn't even notice that his clothes were wet with tea.

He got it!

His thoughts were synchronized with Zaratul's next words, and the allegory that seemed far-fetched just now was only appropriate now.

"The significance of 'Poseidon' to the Rhoad Islands is self-evident. He is the spiritual pillar of almost all indigenous people, covering two-thirds of the population of the Rhoad Islands, and he also has believers on other islands."

"The plan planned by you and A, as well as my incompetent junior in my family, and Sharon pushed you to a fork in the road without you even realizing it."

As a member of the High Council, Zaratul voluntarily violated the confidentiality regulations that he had voted for and shared a secret with Klein.

"Sharon is the student of Reinette Tinichole, the Immortal Queen of the Highlands. The latter is not only a royal family in the Highlands, but also a favored one of the 'Bound God' who has not been contaminated in the past. She is the 'Bound God' in The spokesperson of the mortal world, the leader of the Rose School...not to mention the 'Poseidon'."

"Your unintentional small actions involve extremely serious and sensitive key issues. If you continue, for the sake of interests and the righteousness of the restoration, the empire will definitely support it. Even the members of the High Council will personally step down and expand the entire conflict. ."

"This will turn into a war between two parties to grab the anchor, and the false balance that has existed for more than a thousand years in the Fifth Age will be broken."

Is this... so serious? Klein's Adam's apple rolled subconsciously, trying to moisten his dry mouth.

He felt that Zaratul was lying to him, but when he thought about it carefully, everything was extremely reasonable.

As if he had seen through the inner activities of the young man in front of him, Zaratul chuckled and shook his head.

"Don't believe it's that serious?"

"Actually, it's very simple. Except for the Eastern Continent, all the land and oceans in the world exposed to the sun have been allocated long before the Fifth Epoch. There are only Bailang left by the 'God of Death' after the colonial era, and the islands like The ownership of this land discovered by maritime exploration has not yet been fully determined."

"Anchors are like water and food necessary for ordinary people. They are indispensable basic resources for mythical creatures. There is never too much for anyone. This is the most basic distribution issue."

"So, 'Poseidon'... the Rhoside Islands and the rioting Southern Continent are at a crossroads. Taking away 'Natural Disaster' directly is equivalent to handing over the islands to the Lord of Storms?" Klein's tongue went dry.

He finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

The thinking of the mythical creature peeled away the essence of the problem and told him that the people living on the Rhoside Islands, especially the indigenous people, were nothing but food in the eyes of the gods.

Me, I was too naive... Klein lowered his head and remained silent.

After a while, after gathering his emotions, Klein breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly spoke.

"Do you have any suggestions?"

"Me?" Zaratul smiled hoarsely, pointing his old and rough fingers on the table, "The Lord has given the task to you, which means that you are now the person with the most say in this matter. ."

"It was you who temporarily snatched the reins of Rosid's carriage from them, got the treasures loaded on the carriage, jumped out of the carriage and escaped, abandoned the carriage that was about to fall apart, and continued walking on the dirt road with the treasures, opening up There is also a new path, it's all up to you."

As he spoke, Zaratul changed the subject and his tone became serious.

"However, the Southern Continent is different. With your current level, you are not qualified to decide whether West Balang will stay or go in the future."

"I won't interfere with your little thoughts and your plans. Although the High Council is looking forward to what results you can achieve, it can't go too far."

No wonder Zaratul adopted Miss Sharon, which was equivalent to claiming the highlands... Klein finally sorted out all his thoughts.

He stood up from behind the tea table and bowed respectfully to Zaratul.

"I understand, thank you for your explanation."

Seeing the unruly God's Favorite lowering his body, Zarath was quite moved and did not dare to continue sitting down. He stretched out his hand to help Klein up.

"It's nothing."

He narrowed his eyes and rolled his eyes.

"I still owe you a little wish, don't I?"

Maybe now is the opportunity... Klein considered it and took the opportunity to mention another matter.

"Your Highness Zaratul, there is another question I must report to you, about my teacher."

oh?

The old angel responded in time, and Klein completely recounted to the angel what Azik had asked him to do in the letter.

"No problem, I will respond to the High Council and the Lord." Zaratul agreed immediately, but did not show the joy that was rising in his heart.

It's really strange for Azik Eggers to have such an idea. How could a child of the "God of Death" show mercy to a living person?

I wonder how His Majesty the Emperor will feel when he hears this news... The corners of Zaratul's mouth became even more malicious.

George III had already taken the lead. If Azik Eggers could surrender with the "Spiritual Religion" as he said, the remaining half of Balam would fall into the Creator's pocket.

What a sudden surprise.

…

The historical projection in the living room has disappeared along with the dream. Zaratul, who occupies the identity of Viscount Hunter, is sitting in the luxuriously decorated study. With a move, the surrounding doors and windows are instantly closed, and then the entire space is blocked by spiritual power.

This scene was panoramic view of Ouroleus who was far away in Aarons.

The beautiful and deserted angel nodded slightly towards Zaratul, who was slowly reporting the affairs in the picture. He said nothing from the beginning to the end. He did not make any move until the end, nodded slightly, and immediately broke off the contact.

"As you wish."

He looked behind him, where there was a blend of real and illusory figures floating, hidden in the shadows, slowly fading.

"He is still too young and it would be good for him to think less and slow down in his pursuit of taboo truths."

The voice seemed to come from the very far past. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Ouroleus still had no reaction and just said lightly.

"You have to pay the price for teasing fate."

"But I'm used to it, aren't I?"

The illusory shadow hidden under the hood raised its head, and the empty silver-white mask was half-hidden and half-revealed. Underneath was a soft oriental face.

"I'm sorry to trouble you this time."

He thanked him sincerely, but received no response, and the two of them had no further communication until His figure completely disappeared, and only the papal angel in linen robes was left in the room.

Ourolius just watched quietly, without making any move for a long time.

…

"Stop being stunned!"

"Run!"

The mirror shattered side by side, and Sharon, who was wearing a complicated palace dress, emerged from the fragments of the mirror. Next to her was Jerry Zaratul, whose half body was still orange and had just finished a flame jump.

Mr. A mechanically repeated the action of waving the long sword. Hearing the call of his companions, he gave up the fight. The illusory book unfolded in front of him, and he sang in a vague and ethereal way, bursting out with the blue released by the stars.

The town in the distance was engulfed in raging fire. The crazy "alien" was attracted by the fluctuations caused by the teleportation, turned its head, and rushed over with all its limbs.

In one second, the cursed claws would pounce on Jerry Zaratul's face.

Plop!

There was a muffled sound of flesh and blood hitting the ground. The "alien" in a strange state struggled to get up and swayed back and forth a few times. Its crazy blood-red eyes were full of confusion.

The target disappeared.

I'm so tired. The dormitory is almost completely cleaned up today.

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