Chapitre 72: Concealment and Influence
"Alright, I can't stay here for too long. Otherwise, I'll attract unnecessary trouble… I look forward to our next meeting!"
After the handsome man finished speaking, he did not give Ebner a chance to ask another question. The illusory giant bat wings suddenly appeared behind him and wrapped around his body. Then, his figure disappeared, and everything around him returned to normal.
However, after a long time, Ebner seemed to have regained his ability to move and let out a long sigh.
It was clearly mid-July afternoon, but he did not feel any warmth at all. There was only a bone-piercing coldness that wrapped around his heart as if it wanted to freeze all the blood in his body.
Although this high-level expert who represented the will of the Blood Tribe's Ancestor didn't seem to have any ill intentions and had kindly warned him,…
Believe in the power of the gods, but do not believe in their benevolence!
This maxim from the Fourth Epoch revolved in Ebner's mind. He didn't believe that the God of Knowledge and Wisdom and the Sanguine Ancestor would be so kind as to nurture him unconditionally. In the future, he would definitely have to pay a huge price to repay this kindness!
Even though Ebner had been mentally prepared for the God of Knowledge's attention, his words and the appearance of the strange vampire had undoubtedly confirmed his previous guess.
This made it impossible for Ebner to lie to himself anymore. He had to look directly at the question of the gods paying attention to him.
Why do they think highly of me? It's only because I'm a transmigrator… However, they seem to know my golden finger like the back of their hand. Is my so-called secret really a secret? Do they also know what I know?
If the God of Knowledge and Wisdom really knew all the plots, why didn't he do anything?
With this in mind, Ebner suddenly recalled Anderson, who had obtained the Iron-blooded Knight potion formula ahead of time. He couldn't help but narrow his eyes as he continued his calculations.
Perhaps, the God of Knowledge already had a plan… And "He" was definitely very good at dealing with the omnipotent and omniscient. Otherwise, "He" wouldn't have successfully backstabbed and eaten the characteristics of the ancient sun god! "He" knew that a large part of the so-called storyline was actually pushed by that person behind the scenes. Therefore, before "He" revealed "His" fangs, "He" definitely wouldn't make any major changes to the plot. "He" would only secretly plot… Just like when "He" joined Rose Redemption!
So, what role would I play in this? And why would I come?
After some thought, Ebner finally had no choice but to dispiritedly stop making guesses without any evidence. Ignoring the fact that he couldn't figure out the means of a deity, so what if he did? He was a Sequence 7, so he had no means of resisting.
Fortunately, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom has been kind to me…
After consoling himself, Ebner stopped thinking about the meaningless things at the moment. He turned around and left the steam locomotive station. He called for a rental carriage and went to the canal pier to buy two passenger ship tickets.
Since he wasn't going to Tingen, there was no need for him to take a train that passed by. It was better to take a boat from the canal back to Backlund.
…
Stony City, St. Elena's Church.
Dressed in a red shirt and a black turtleneck coat, the devilish and handsome man had just stepped into the headquarters of the Church of Evernight in East Chester County when he saw a few pillars with the Evernight Sacred Emblem on the cathedral's tall roof suddenly shrouded in shadows, stained with ink.
On both sides of these columns, the hall's symbolic stained glass windows with angel patterns had also turned dark. And despite it being daytime, there was a bright red moon hanging silently behind the skylight at the end of the cathedral.
The candles and lights that had been lit in the cathedral had vanished. Apart from the huge red moon outside the sky window, there was only darkness.
Under the night sky, the believers who were praying in the cathedral were dyed in a dark color, as though they had turned from living people into ink paintings.
Black and red, shadows and pillars. Peace and tranquility were displayed in this vampire's eyes in a peculiar manner.
The handsome, devilish Blood Tribe male didn't reveal any hint of nervousness upon seeing this. Instead, he turned to look at the platform in the hall.
Because a figure suddenly appeared behind the originally empty platform.
The figure wore a simple linen robe with traces of mending. There was a belt made of tree bark tied around his waist, and his long black hair fell down wantonly. His feet were bare, covered in dust and scars.
This was a lady. Her facial features were extremely ordinary, and her dark eyes were no different from a normal person's. However, she was calm and peaceful, making people feel at ease when they saw her.
"Servant of Concealment?" the Sanguine asked with a chuckle.
"That's right!" The lady walked forward and bowed toward the Blood Tribe male. "I didn't expect your divine descent to arrive. The Goddess sent me to welcome you."
"I'm just using the body of a special junior to give it a try…" The Sanguine smiled and waved his hand before continuing, "There's no need to be so reserved. I won't be here for long. I'll leave after a few words."
"Please instruct me," the lady said calmly.
"Tell Evernight that I've observed and approved of the person she has her eyes on. Later, she should send an interesting little fellow to interact with him."
After the Sanguine said that, without waiting for a reply, he transformed into countless bats and disappeared into the cathedral that was shrouded in night.
The lady was silent for a moment before whispering, "The Goddess understands your will."
…
In a terrace house at 2 Daffodil Street in Tingen City, Klein took four steps counterclockwise and boarded the gray fog.
"Clues to the Clown potion."
At the end of the ancient and mottled bronze table, Klein read the divination statement several times before leaning back and falling asleep.
His surroundings quickly became peaceful and silent. What he saw in his "eyes" was ethereal and hazy. Countless distorted and unrecognizable scenes flashed past quickly, like drops of dew on tender petals in the morning.
Gradually, Klein grasped his spirituality and regained some consciousness.
He saw a dark room in front of him. There were many sofas and chairs in the room, filled with all kinds of mysterious people. And in the corner of these seats was a woman wearing an iron mask and a black robe.
The woman was handing over a blue transparent jelly-like item to a white-haired old man sitting on the central sofa.
Although no one revealed their faces, such clear details made Klein certain that this was a secret Beyonder gathering.
There are clues to the Clown potion here? But who is that old gentleman? He bought clues to the potion, so what does it have to do with me? Could that elder or lady be someone I know? Just as Klein's thoughts flashed through his mind, the scene around him changed.
It was a grayish-white warehouse. It was hidden in the deepest corner of the same building.
There were white bones scattered in it, as well as a few lumps of flesh that were flattened by boulders.
In the middle of the warehouse was a grayish-white object the size of a fist. Its surface was covered in ravines, giving off a soft and substantial feeling, as though it was a brain that had been dug out alive.
Just as Klein recognized what it was and recalled what it was, the scene in his eyes distorted and shattered like a reflection on the water, producing a new hazy scene.
A naked body was lying on a long table covered in white cloth. In front of him floated a ball of blue blood.
Klein immediately frowned and mumbled,
"This is the branded item on the suited clown's wrist? Then, was the item that the old gentleman took just now also left behind after someone died?"
Just as he was trying to guess what these scenes represented, the scene suddenly changed.
There was a marble coffee table, a leather sofa with two main and secondary layouts, and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
Klein Moretti, who had black hair, brown eyes, and a scholarly air. He saw a plump, fair-skinned, rich-looking man. He was a beautiful young lady wearing thin gauze gloves.
A middle-aged man in a black robe with thick, stiff, and erect brown hair, a rotund, white-skinned, wealthy-looking man, a middle-aged man with messy eyebrows, sparse brown hair, and grayish-blue eyes, as well as a black notebook placed on the round table between them. It was an ancient and distant notebook.
The Antigonus family's notebook!
Klein suddenly sat up straight, leaving no trace of his dream behind.
Looking at the boundless gray fog and crimson stars outside the magnificent temple, he thought in surprise and puzzlement,
I was divining clues to the Clown potion… Why would the Antigonus family's notebook appear?
"Let me think. Let me think. That round fellow is Welch. Yes, Welch. The unlucky person who bought the Antigonus family's notebook and triggered a series of subsequent events… The beautiful young lady wearing gauze gloves is Naya…"
"I remember now. The combination of the marble coffee table and the leather sofa is the symbol of Welch's residence. I saw Spirit Medium Daly there."
"In other words, I just saw the living room of Welch's residence. I saw the original Klein discussing the notebook with his two classmates."
Klein calmed down and regained his composure. His fingers tapped the edge of the long bronze table rhythmically.
Then what does the last scene represent? A notebook appeared, and Welch appeared. Could it be the scene when he bought the ancient item?
One of the other two people here looks very familiar. I think I've seen that middle-aged man in a black classic robe somewhere before… He has hedgehog-like brown hair and thick dark circles under his eyes… Yes, I know who he is. Hanass Vincent from the Divination Club. Hanass Vincent who died peacefully after being infiltrated by Captain after Selena secretly learned the secret incantation!
"Man, he sold that notebook to Welch?"
After going one round, it's actually connected. The world sure is small. No, Tingen is really small! On careful thought, there's really such a possibility. Hanass Vincent isn't an ordinary fortune-teller. He has clearly delved deep into the mysterious domain and obtained the attention of an ancient evil god. He has channels and means to obtain the notes that the Secret Order accidentally leaked…
It's no wonder Captain and company haven't been able to find out where Welch bought the notebook. As the direction was completely wrong, they were trying to investigate the antique market… Later, with the exact location of the notebook, they gave up on this attempt.
It's a pity that Hanass Vincent died not too long ago. Otherwise, I would definitely be able to find something related to the notebook from him… As a person who has gone deep into the domain of mystery, he should have studied the notebook… His death was truly a coincidence!
"However, there is another person here, an old man in his fifties. He might know a lot of things."
But I'm divining clues to the Clown potion… This isn't scientific. No, this isn't mysticism!
After becoming a Seer, Klein had once tried to divine where Welch had bought the Antigonus family's notebook, but he hadn't considered the uniqueness of the world above the gray fog and hadn't received any revelations. And now, when he was divining something else, he seemed to have accidentally revealed the truth.
After calming down for more than ten seconds, Klein combined the contents of Roselle's diary and Mr. Tower's description of the Secret Order and attempted to interpret the dream.
"The first possibility is that Zaratul, or rather, the Secret Order, is searching and chasing after the Antigonus family's relic. Therefore, the symbolic meaning of this dream is to use something related to the Antigonus family to lure the Secret Order to appear and obtain the Clown potion formula."
The second possibility is that the Antigonus family's notebook directly records the formula for the Clown potion… According to what Mr. Tower had revealed, the Antigonus family is related to the so-called Half-Fool… And according to Mr. Tower's reaction when he heard about The Fool, this name is likely the name of a high-level potion from the Seer Sequence. Then, it's only natural that the Antigonus family possesses the Clown formula…
"But there's no way to link the second symbolism to the brand of the suited clown. Sigh, I wish it was the second one. After the Holy Cathedral finds experts to interpret the notebook, I can obtain the Clown potion without any risk."
"From the looks of it, the first explanation is the most likely, but as a Seer's intuition tells me, there should be a deeper meaning to it…"
"Perhaps if I tell Mr. Tower the contents of the dream, he will infer more."
"But how should I tell him? It's definitely impossible with The Fool's identity. And any other method will expose Klein no matter what."
With this in mind, Klein rubbed his forehead. He suddenly had a deep understanding of the limitations of a Seer.
Unless it was a very simple and direct symbol, a Seer's interpretation had to be done carefully. It was like walking on the edge of an abyss or on a thin ice lake. Once the interpretation was wrong or failed to understand the most important meaning, the suited clown was a living, bloody example!
At that instant, Klein had the illusion that he had grasped the true essence of a Seer. It was as though he was only one step away from completely digesting the potion.
"Thank you for using your life to enlighten me… Praise the Lady!" he whispered, drawing a crimson moon in front of his chest.
…
At night, Xio woke up abruptly. She had just secretly moved her mother and brother to this village called Hedrak this afternoon. She had thought that this place was quiet and hidden, a good place to hide people.
But… she seemed to have dreamed of the dragon just now?
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone