Chapitre 9: chapter 9
Chapter 34 Complete Defeat
"Ince Zangwill."
The "beauty", who looked as good as a witch, glanced sideways at the dying Klein on the ground. The blood in his eyes became more intense, and she pressed towards the "gatekeeper" step by step.
"Are you from the Southern Continent?"
No matter how surprised Ince Zangwill was, he now understood the situation somewhat.
Only the purest people in a certain aspect can show their emotions so openly at all times, and what the true Creator who is entrenched in the former East Balam region lacks most is those who abandon superfluous thoughts for the sake of faith.
Mr. A didn't bother to talk to the betrayer, and the pace towards Ince Zangwill gradually accelerated. With a sudden wave of his thin but powerful right hand, the stone slabs at the edge of the crosswalk cracked inch by inch and shattered into neat strips.
Invisible threads passed through the spirit body of the ghost, and the black flames exploded silently. In just a moment, the streets of Jinwutong became a cemetery for the undead, annihilating these remnants driven by resentment, and crushing the "gatekeeper" Servants.
Watching the shadows moving and spreading on the ground, harvesting the spirit bodies with silk threads, Ince Zangwill's eyes were about to burst. The cold wind around him instantly expanded several times, and a bronze door squeezed out from under the cracks in the earth. , countless green and black vines and tentacles with baby faces rushed around, quickly establishing a domain belonging to the undead.
"shepherd"!
Ince Zangwill knew very well that the opponent was most likely an envoy of the true Creator. If a single sequence of five faced them, once they were defeated, they would experience eternal torture from flesh and blood to soul.
Klein Moretti actually betrayed the goddess and colluded with the Southern Continent!
Of course, he didn't forget the 0-08 on his body, so he shouldn't be so panicked.
But this self-aware sealed object is not of the same mind as him. As for whether it will help him in the face of the threat of the true creator, Ince Zangwill is more willing to put this slim hope in the present. The angel stared at him.
"The Words of the Dead" locked onto the only target, and the sluggish black flames attached to the surface of Mr. A's body suddenly erupted. Two methods specially designed to target the spirit body faced each other tit for tat, bringing the invisible battle to reality, using spirituality as ammunition. It turns into an intuitive tug-of-war.
The "deafening" explosion caused by the rapid evaporation of spirituality in the air woke up Klein, who was almost fainting. The "magician" whose movements gradually slowed down struggled again, and the hand that reached into his pocket trembled for a long time.
With his spine broken and almost unconscious in his lower body, Klein reluctantly turned his sights. The dark green door flashed in the dark night. In his blurry and out-of-focus field of vision, he could only see a figure in a black robe walking flexibly. Frost and black fire clear away the monsters crawling out of the underworld.
The witch is stopping Ince Zangwill. The witch is saving me?
Klein's confused mind could not understand the strange things happening in front of him, but the gloomy blood floating along the cold wind soon gave him the truth.
It was Mr. A, one of the culprits who kidnapped him.
Suddenly, Klein felt an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart that he didn't understand. He suddenly lost all the strength in his body and could no longer maintain consciousness.
The next moment, Mr. A, who was originally dancing in the shadows and darkness like a ghost, appeared in front of Klein. The broad blade made of pure shadows made a clanging sound, blocking the blow of the rotten tentacles.
The baby's face covered with corpses on the tentacles let out a harsh cry. Mr. A's blood-red eyes finally showed an angry color. Inside the shadow sword, a silvery white storm roared, and the violent light fragments instantly tore apart the blockage. There is a large area of Gate of the Underworld tokens in front of Mr. A.
At this time, his face was still beautiful, but the charm that was inconsistent with his temperament was no longer visible. Instead, his figure had grown in size, and he charged in the direction of Ince Zangwill with his silver and black armor.
The ghosts on the road were immediately torn to pieces, and nothing, including the Gate of the Underworld itself, could calm the "Guardian's" fury.
This is the reason why "Shepherd" is feared. Every path and sequence has its advantages and disadvantages, but "Shepherd", which focuses on enslaving other people's souls to gain power, almost avoids this shortcoming, even if it touches The "sun" that targets corruption and darkness can also use the souls grazing in the body to defeat it.
The broad sword that condensed the dawn struck down on the head, forcing Ince Zangwill to roll over in confusion. The "gatekeeper" who also belonged to the dark realm had no capital to confront the "guardian" head-on.
In the face of the skills tempered by fire and blood, Ince Zangwill, who was born as a bishop, was unable to parry. He could only use his spiritual body to strengthen himself, and he embarrassedly used the "gatekeeper" ghost as an attack method to block the knife for him. In a panic, he even managed to meet the sword's edge with 0-08. It was only because of the hard carrier of the level 0 sealed object that Mr. A barely made any mistakes.
Seeing that dawn was about to break through the night again, Ince Zangwill immediately accelerated his singing. The awkward "Language of the Dead" almost lost the beauty of the language. The paragraphs were mixed and vague to the point that one had to doubt whether it could still work.
But in the next second, the former archbishop who had fled in a panic regained his balance. A strong wind blew up from the gate of the underworld, which miraculously shook Mr. A's steps. His silver-white toes left two plow marks on the ground.
The bloody light moved from under the silver-white mask to the side, only to see a half-body white skeleton three meters high, clawing at the doorframe with both claws, dragging the body out from behind the door.
The skeleton had not even come out of the little underworld in Ince Zangwill's body before it roared and attacked Mr. A again.
At the same time, 0-08, who was tied around the waist by Ince Zangwill, finally broke free and hurriedly wrote the future on the pants of his assistant.
"Although the divine envoys of the Aurora Society did not choose the 'Priest of Light' who was the most capable of restraining the undead in order not to make the trouble worse, and instead resorted to charging in the form of a 'warrior', the violent conflict that broke out on Jinwutong Street It has still attracted the attention of the official church, and the 'Nighthawks' and 'Punishers' who stayed in the East District are coming as fast as possible, they are almost there!"
0-08's pen suddenly spurted out a large amount of ink, almost covering the words he had just written. It was as if he smelled some indescribable terror and lost his most basic self-control.
"...Considering this, Ince Zangwill, who does not want to expose himself prematurely, decided to leave here immediately, immediately!"
If the increasingly uncontrollable 0-08 had a mouth, it would probably be screaming hysterically. Even though it is now firmly held in Ince Zangwill's hand, it is still trembling like an epilepsy.
Ince Zangwill, who couldn't figure out what was wrong with this madman's quill, had a ferocious look on his face. He pushed almost all the remaining spirit bodies that could be driven onto it. The broken tentacles were as straight as the head of a large green wave. It hit the only silver light in the darkness.
The huge white bone monster and Mr. A were fighting together. The broad sword in the hands of the knight in silver armor rotated flexibly, splitting the joints of the white bone monster from various tricky angles. The pale flames symbolizing death sprayed on the surface of the armor solidified at dawn. , couldn't even weaken it, and could only watch Mr. A devote his energy to driving away the other undead summoned by Ince Zangwill.
The powerful vitality of the "Shepherd" will not be slowed down by death in a short time, not to mention that the bone monster itself has almost no bones left. In just ten seconds, this intimidating looking big skeleton suddenly exploded. Collapsed and scattered all over the place.
The giant sword carved out rugged terrain on the ground, and the shadow covering the entire land at night became a bridge for Mr. A to pursue victory.
He ignored the Gate of the Underworld, which had little inventory, and strode towards the edge of his field of vision, directly killing Ince Zangwill who had almost fled the battlefield. The surface of the giant sword once again erupted with dazzling energy. silvery white.
The semicircular "storm" pulled the entire land into the meat grinder of sword light and blood rain, and countless light fragments burst out, leaving a terrifying trace on the ground.
The suffocating silvery white was like the sun falling into the earth, burning for a full five seconds before gradually dying down.
Nearly half a meter of thickness was cut off the ground, and the armor on Mr. A's body slowly peeled off. Under the bloody gaze, deep red and almost black blood soaked the soil, adding a trivial comfort to this mess.
He failed to leave behind the evildoers who sought to harm the Lord's Favored…
Although there were reasons such as not going all out to fight, taking into account the unconscious Klein Moretti, etc., in the Aurora Society and in Trunsoest, there was no reason for failure.
This is an irresponsible dereliction of duty.
Mr. A, whose body returned to normal, stood up straight from the pit, his feet submerged in the flowing shadow, and arrived at Klein's side in a flash.
The distant voices of "Nighthawks" and "Punishers" came closer and closer to my ears, but it did not interfere with Mr. A's calm eyes scraping every inch of Klein's skin.
Finally, the "shepherd" who was very familiar with the flesh and blood of the human body knelt down, put his fingers into his clothes, and gently pressed on Klein's lower abdomen.
The flesh on his fingertips melted into warm blood and penetrated into Klein's body along the pores.
With a faint crisp sound, the broken spine returned to its original position. Mr. A nodded slightly, skillfully leaving some blood and spirituality to supply the recovery of the spine, and his body collapsed and merged into the night.
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"see it?"
Burnett, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the carriage, wanted to rush directly to the scene where the loud noise had just been made, shouting at the top of his lungs in the night wind.
Dunn, who was holding the reins with both hands, narrowed his gray eyes and replied in a deep voice.
"Two, one went to the left and the other was lying on the ground."
"Damn cultist!" Burnett stepped on the edge of the driver's seat, jumped out of the car without looking back, rolled away the impact, and ran away in the direction Dunn said, leaving only The next clear, rough voice.
"Go and see the one lying on the ground, the one I'm chasing after!"
The vulgar words with the Ahowa County accent were particularly abrupt in the quiet night, but Dunn ignored the complaints and continued to drive the carriage at high speed. He pulled hard with both hands and jumped out of the carriage with the same abrupt neighing of the horse.
"Klein!"
The young "Nighthawk" member's face was pale, and his lips had lost their color. Only the weak heartbeat showed that his life had not been taken away by the goddess of night, and he was heading to the Kingdom of Darkness.
Dunn, who had only received basic first aid instruction, did not dare to act rashly. After thinking for a moment, he could only take out the medicine he carried with him and drink it for Klein. While paying attention to the dosage, he praised the goddess for blessing in a low voice. He did not notice at all that among the team members, Beneath him, a wisp of gray mist quietly hid itself in the passing night wind.
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puff!
A pool of dirty blood hit the exquisitely crafted white fur, and Ince Zangwill's dark blond hair, neatly combed back, had a few messy strands hanging down.
He propped up his body and stared at the astonished Mrs. Sharon with his only one eye, ignoring Triss who was too frightened to speak out. There was a strong sense of exhaustion and weakness in her voice. .
"Spiritual materials, you haven't used them before."
He spoke out several common names familiarly and quickly. Mrs. Sharon, who had complex emotions in her eyes, glanced covertly at the classical quill lying in Ince Zangwill's hand, and finally succumbed to the opposition. The "gatekeeper" was afraid of the powerful zero-level sealed object, so he turned and walked towards the safe.
Seeing that "Pleasure Witch" Sharon did not make any unnecessary movements, Ince Zangwill's tense nerves relaxed a little.
He held the edge of the easy chair, holding a white fur coat that had been stained red by blood, covering his empty left arm.
Tonight 0-08 It was rare for him to be willing to unite with himself, but even so, the sealed object that he was afraid of could not completely bring him out from the blade of the "Shepherd", causing him to lose half of his life. left arm.
The pain from his shoulder and elbow brought Ince Zangwill's resentment to another level.
If it weren't for the fact that the goddess of the night didn't want to favor him, why would he choose such a paranoid path to prove himself?
If it weren't for the so-called exclusion and suppression by his colleagues, how could he sell his soul and cooperate with the cultists step by step?
If he were not an ignorant and disgusting bastard from the Southern Continent, why would he not see any hope of promotion within the church!
"Great Crimson Lord, Mother of Secrets, nothing in this world can be hidden from your eyes. Why didn't you stop me at that time?"
Ince Zangwill asked the dark night in a voice that only he could hear. His voice full of grievances sounded more like a whimper in despair.
"Do you need me to help you cook?"
At some point, Mrs. Sharon had fetched the materials he needed and thoughtfully brought them over in an iron box.
Sharon Hoy, whose eyes were as sweet as a deer's, glanced at the severed arm that was roughly blocked by the white fur coat, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.net hesitantly extended a helping hand.
"Need not."
Ince Zangwill's dark blue and almost black one eye was calm and indifferent, as if nothing happened just now.
He imperiously snatched the iron box containing the materials, checked it roughly, and after confirming that there were no hidden dangers, he summoned a special spirit body with his right hand.
The earthworm-like spirit passed through the floor, and the only big mouth on its head opened to an exaggerated height, just enough for a person to enter.
A burst of syllables composed of "Language of the Dead" came from inside the earthworm, which stopped Ince Zangwill as he was about to leave.
He thought about it carefully, looked sideways at Triss who was huddled in the corner and tried her best to reduce her presence and raised her chin.
"You come with me."
"No!" Mrs. Sharon's face changed in shock, and she dodged and blocked Ince Zangwill with her body.
The offended "gatekeeper" still had the same cold expression and repeated firmly:
"Let her go with me."
"You heard what the 'White Saint' said. I can't afford to offend your angel, and I also left blood in her hands. I won't..." A flash appeared in Ince Zangwill's eyes. Feeling disgusted for a moment, he gritted his teeth and continued, "I won't and I don't dare to do anything that damages the 'original'."
The undead just told him that the captain of the "Punisher" was chasing the "Shepherd" who deliberately exposed his whereabouts to Olsner Street.
The "Original Witch" may help a meager Sequence Five for the sake of 0-08, but he can't guarantee that when this Sequence Five becomes disabled, the bad gods will not lose interest...
This may be his last chance.
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Chapter 35 The 0 flowers in front of the black 10-frame
"The Lord who created everything."
"The Master Behind the Veil of Shadows."
"The fallen nature of all living things."
The warm sunshine shines through the stained glass windows carefully carved by craftsmen. The gorgeous temperature of the light is split into colorful colors by the epic poem fixed in the painting. It is refracted on the folding space on the surface of the pure white dome that has been painstakingly designed by countless architects, making the flat surface The mural has taken on physical form and extends to infinite heights. The hazy illusion and the shadows floating quietly in the corners bring the dream of the Creator's period back to the mysterious and hidden Fifth Age.
In the vast church, countless priests in black robes walked between the seated believers, and low whispers came and went, telling the story of the glory of the Creator.
They bowed their heads in prayer, some offered devout praises, some showed sincerely happy smiles, some shared their troubles with the gods, and some hid in corners and fearfully repented, just to obtain forgiveness.
All these images of living beings fell in the ears of the Pope, who was sitting under the holy symbol and meditating with his eyes closed in front of the main pillar supporting the church dome. They intertwined with the abstract destiny and brought about a mystical connection that encompassed the entire world. A grand portrait of all the territories of Trunsoest's Second Empire.
The eyes behind the curtain sorted out the tedious prayers, instead dealing with the less important parts of the prayers when the gods were sleeping. Just as Ourolius passed by the 345th lovelorn indifferently, he could not control his negative emotions. While praying for the Lord's forgiveness, an unexpected and familiar prayer caught His attention.
The "Angel of Destiny" put down the boring work with an expressionless face, and threw the unfinished parts to the "Angel of the Holy Word" who had finished the debriefing and set off back to the Eastern Continent again a few days later.
Medici said that if there is an emergency, the "Angel of the Holy Word" who is also easy to talk to is a good scapegoat.
Orochi believed that "Red Angel" Medici would not lie to him, so he quickly cut off the link with "Angel of the Holy Word" and devoted his energy to that independent prayer light point.
"The lingering heroic spirit, the dependent of the Lord, under the great Pope Ouroleus, I discovered the traces of the apostate of the Church of the Night in Tingen, the former Archbishop of the Night - Ince Zangwill... ..."
"…He stole one of the Lord's lost authorities."
0-08...Uroleus opened his eyes, and his wings exuding holy light spread out, adding a dream other than holiness to the church.
The white figure stood up slowly, and the gold thread embroidered on the edge of the gorgeous robe shone brightly. Even the devout and most devout believers couldn't help but look sideways. For a while, only the priests who were not surprised were left in the church and continued to walk around. .
The silver-haired angel was a little confused, or maybe no matter how many times this scene happened in front of him, he still couldn't understand the believer's mood.
After all, he is far less sophisticated than Saslier in political affairs, and far less stunning than Medici in terms of personality. The reason why he plays the role of pope is that the Lord needs a pope who is in good condition.
Because of this, He rarely wears the triple crown that symbolizes divine power. If it were not for the face of the Holy See, He prefers to wear linen clothes and enjoy the sunset and quiet painting with the children who gather in the main square every afternoon in the Holy City. painting.
After becoming pope, Medici always said that he had forgotten even his few pitiful hobbies.
The silver-white outline of the "Serpent of Mercury" swept past. While people in the church were still wondering where the Pope was running to, Ouroloius had already reached the lowest level of the church. The true meaning of the Second Empire of Trunsoest 's holy place.
Different from the majestic palace on the surface that symbolizes the crystallization of civilization, festering flesh and sticky shadows fill this underground palace that is destined to be invisible to humans. It is like black heavy armor worn by giants piled messily in every corner of the underground palace. At first glance, it is difficult to tell which one is more ancient than the mottled walls.
This is His Lord, the Lord who has been tortured and imprisoned himself outside the light... Ourolius calmly stared at the countless eyeballs exposed from behind the shadow curtain, with a soft voice.
"Lord, 0-08 has appeared."
The next moment, horrifying murmurs sounded from all directions, and the true creator's voice seemed particularly weak amidst the layers of roars, but he still roughly conveyed his response.
"Those who break faith should not be favored." Uroleus repeated the Lord's words and nodded slightly, "I will pass on your oracle."
He did not question the True Creator's decision to voluntarily give up obtaining the "audience" sequence characteristic and completely block Adam's path to advancement. Instead, he remained silent for a few seconds and continued to ask the second question.
This time, the "Angel of Destiny" rarely showed hesitation.
"'Secret'...Zhou Mingrui wakes up."
"But He didn't want to be disturbed and said that if there was anything he wanted to do, he could contact one of His favored ones."
"K, Ryan, Morey, Ty?"
Amid the terrifying murmurs, the voice of the true Creator suddenly became extremely clear.
"Do what He said," the true creator struggled to "climb" up. The chaotic sea of flesh and blood got into the armor made by the "craftsman" under the pull of the shadow, and barely spelled out a holding pattern behind the curtain. Cross sword, figure sitting slumped on the stone platform, "Respect, 'secret', choice."
"Trust His judgment."
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For a moment, Klein seemed to see that the darkness in front of him took on a concrete shape. In the void of vision, a glimmer of light split open the restraints, and someone whispered through the gap.
Klein Moretti opened his eyes.
He felt immense pain in his back and brain, especially along the edge of his spine.
But the good thing was that there was a strange energy that was secretly traveling around. He found that the sensation in his lower body had returned, and the numbness and warmth coming from his spine also proved that the injury was slowly getting better.
He probably guessed whose handiwork this was, and his mood suddenly became complicated.
"Klein, are you awake?"
There was a bit of surprise at the door, and Roxanne, who had a smooth forehead and brown eyes, almost jumped over and ran over. Klein couldn't help but worry that the meal she was holding was shaking out of shape.
If he guessed correctly, he should have his share in it.
"Why are you here? Where are the captain and the others?"
"What do you mean it's me?" Roxanne puffed up her cheeks in dissatisfaction, making an expression as if she wanted to teach Klein a lesson, and honestly took out the lunch in the iron box.
She explained while sorting it out:
"Captain and the others are lying in a few rooms next door, but their injuries are not serious. They mainly asked the captain of the 'Heart of Machinery' to help check their physical condition."
"How many?" Klein's tone suddenly changed, and he accidentally slapped himself on the back.
Only then did he realize that he was lying in a hospital, not the simple infirmary of the Nighthawks.
Luo Shan looked at his grinning look and said helplessly:
"You were made like that by the witch. The captain and the others were all frightened. I heard from Leonard that when the captain and the others rushed over, they happened to see the escaping attackers and immediately recalled all the capable Extraordinaries in Tingen. The witch was captured that night."
"Has the witch been caught?" Klein suddenly couldn't care less about the pain and spoke quickly.
"Of course, but it seems that we only caught one, her name is Sharon Hoy, the young widow who often appears in newspapers... Oh, I thought she was pretty before, but I didn't expect she was a witch. It was obvious before The photos in Candide are so youthful..."
Klein could no longer listen to Roxanne's gossip, and stared blankly at the blue and white stripes on the sheets.
Sharon Hoy is really a witch. Ince Zangwill ambushed me on Golden Sycamore Street because Leonard and I sensed something unusual. It was he who used the medium and ritual spell left by the witch in advance to kill Mena. Senator De and Baron Hoy?
Was he nearby and heard our chat?
Well, Ince Zangwill stole a level 0 sealed item from the church. It's not an exaggeration to be able to do this. But what happened to Mr. A? He was not beaten by Ince who was holding a level 0 sealed item. ·Zangwill kill!
They are all in the fifth sequence. Ince Zangwill still holds 0-08. No matter how you look at it, Ince Zangwill should win... Could it be that although 0-08 is scary, it is not directly Ability that affects combat?
Klein is certain that the witch the captain saw must be Mr. A. As for why he followed Mr. A to discover the witch's lair, he can only attribute it to the fact that cultists have their own networks, and knowing the secrets of their peers is obviously better than being restricted everywhere. Officially simpler.
"By the way, Roxanne, you just said that the captain and the others are here, is it okay?"
"What?" Luo Shan was stunned for a moment, then nodded belatedly, "Captain and the others have nothing to do. I just saw Ms. Dai Li getting angry with the captain, blaming him for not taking me with him."
"It's just that Kenley was a little unlucky and fell down a building. The doctor said that he will probably spend half of the rest of this year in a wheelchair."
"Goddess bless, I hope he can recover enough to stand up at least by the time he gets married."
"Goddess bless..." Klein imitated Roshan and drew a crimson moon on his chest, and his hanging heart finally settled down.
After such a commotion, even if Tris's whereabouts are still unknown, the Witch will not be able to stir up more troubles. The Southern Continent and Ince Zangwill are fighting with each other, and both sides will suffer. Maybe the days to come will be a little dull. .....
The two of them had lunch due to the lingering smell of disinfectant in the hospital. However, due to his spinal condition, Klein could only lean half-length on a cushion made of pillows in a rather funny posture, stretching his neck to use The spoon licked the lunch on the edge of the lunch box bit by bit.
Fortunately, Roshan was very attentive and prepared mainly liquid food. Otherwise, it is difficult to say whether Klein would use nausea as an excuse to suffer from his stomach.
According to Roshan's irresponsible third-hand information from the doctor, Klein will be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow at the latest, which happens to be next Monday.
At least it won't delay next week's Tarot meeting, otherwise it would not be a good thing for Mr. "Fool" to remain silent and disappear from the world.
Klein didn't dare to think about what it would be like if he couldn't stand up from the bed the day after tomorrow, and his body was spread out on the ground, squirming and walking four steps backwards.
I'd rather lose my reputation as "The Fool" if this is going to work.
He had reason to suspect that when the "Secret" guy saw this scene, he might be so happy that he didn't want to commit suicide and was nostalgic for the beauty of the world.
...
Just like all the accidents that happened before, Klein's beautiful vision only lasted for less than three hours before it was broken by a sudden accident again.
After the Witch was arrested, the martial law in Tingen City has basically been lifted. The second batch of Extraordinaries who arrived after the battle - the investigation team mainly composed of "Machine Heart", it is no exaggeration to say that the entire Olsner Street was destroyed. After looking through it, no trace of Tris was found, and in the end I had no choice but to settle on the conclusion - the culprit of the Alfalfa probably ran away while Sharon Hoy and the two captains were trying their best.
"You were the last person to see the witch. We have channeled Sharon Hoy's spirit. She has no memory of ambushing you in her mind. Think about it again, have you seen what the person who ambushed you looks like?"
Burnett, who had several bandages on his body, crossed his arms and blocked Dunn, who also looked miserable, behind him.
"I didn't see it." Klein said honestly.
"As for divination, I have killed several 'divinationists' and captured one or two. I remember that they can mobilize their subconscious memories through divination. You can try that."
Burnett's iron-colored eyes swept over Klein's two hands that could still move domineeringly, UU reading www.uukanshu. net stared at the "magician" with hair all over his body.
What does "killed a few" mean? He swallowed.
In fact, it's not that he can't use the method Burnett said. It's just that Klein is afraid that after entering a meditative state, he will accidentally draw Mr. A's appearance and bring Ince Zangwill with him who really wants to kill him.
By then I won't be able to explain anything clearly.
Not to mention that the captain of the "Punisher" has always been resentful of him because of the death of his teammates. If I expose any unclear relationship with the Aurora Society and the Secret Order, he should be happy to turn me into someone he killed. One of several "soothsayers".
"Captain Burnett, I can be sure that the witch did not reveal any characteristics when she attacked me. You know that the 'divineer' path is not good at frontal combat, and the strengthening of the body is not as good as that of the 'sleeper' and 'sailor'. Three days I didn't sleep much, and I almost fainted before I could react. Apart from barely guessing that the person who attacked me was a witch, I really can't remember anything else."
Klein tried his best to appear sincere. He watched Burnett's iron-colored eyes darken little by little, and added another sentence after careful consideration.
"But didn't I remember finding a photo of Sharon Hoy in her house as a man?"
"Although the Witch Path can change a person's gender, the basic characteristics will not change much in Sequence Seven. I think I can use Tris's photo and use ritual magic to do a prophecy."
"No need." After a long time, Burnett loosened his gaze on Klein. If he seemed to have accidentally passed in Dunn's direction, he walked out without looking back. "This kind of thing is 'peeping into secrets' It's more professional and provides several more options. If you want to help, wait until you can get out of bed."
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Chapter 36 Handwriting
Plop!
On the vast sea, there was only the sound of water flowing. The waves hit the cabin, and the ripples that had just been made could no longer be seen.
On the back deck of the Blue Avenger, Alger looked at the mist floating on the sea and felt relieved.
Zillinges finally left.
After staring at the undulating sea water quietly for a while, until he could no longer see the ripples caused by diving and swimming, Alger turned around and walked toward the captain's cabin, his steps gradually becoming brisker.
This ghost ship from the Fourth Age does not require too many crew members for daily navigation. In addition, it is noon now, and most of the crew members have hid in the cabin. Only one or two unlucky ones are left on the deck to deal with the direct sunlight. The sail replaced the ghost hiding from the sun, and he met no one along the way.
Back in the room, the lingering smell of fish wafting in the captain's room made Alger frown. He wanted to open the window, but his eyes fell on the clock. After thinking for a while, he gave up the idea and instead left the window. The windows and doors were all locked, and the curtains were drawn, creating the illusion of sleeping.
After doing all this, he took out a few more pages of letter paper and read them carefully several times before sitting back on the chair, closing his eyes and resting, waiting for the party to come.
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The gray, boundless, and deserted world slowly spread out in front of us. The "Fool" who sat upright and lived among the mist was like a shadow left by time, and his vague eyes swept over each member.
Just like last time, this time Klein still didn't see the "mysterious" figure in the gray fog. It seemed that after he finished serving as the "novice teacher", he made up his mind not to come out easily.
This time I can try to get Miss Justice and the others to accept my honorable name... Klein nodded to the greetings from all the members.
He first looked at the member who had the closest relationship with "Secret".
"About your previous transaction..."
Hearing Mr. Fool talking about the deal, Alger instantly became nervous and leaned forward unconsciously.
"I thought of a more secret method," Klein said with a mellow voice, "You can recite my honorable name."
"This is a brand new honorable name that will be more hidden. If feasible, I will consider using sacrifices and gifts at the next gathering to help you complete the transaction process more conveniently. It can also be regarded as helping me re-understand the world. remuneration."
He paid attention to the movements of the "magician" throughout the process, and found that except for the initial surprise, this young lady almost immediately accepted the fact that the god she believed in spread the new honorary name.
"Mr. Fool, do sacrifices and gifts refer to a type of ritual magic?"
Unlike Forsi, who was worried, and Alger, who always served the gods with fear, Audrey was completely attracted by the content of the words itself, and excitedly thought of what she had seen in some obscure occult works, only the Holy Spirit It is a gift from God that only the saints recorded in the scriptures encountered.
This was an unparalleled surprise for her who had just come into contact with the truly extraordinary.
"Yes." Klein nodded with satisfaction.
For Miss Justice, who never questions, always has the greatest enthusiasm, is willing to support, and has wealthy patrons...he means members, it always makes people feel happy.
"Then what is your new honorary name?" Audrey asked impatiently.
"The first sentence is the same as the most common one you may have heard," Klein spoke slowly, and his mouth changed from Rune language to the ancient Hermes language that can communicate mysteriously, "The fool who does not belong to this era... ..."
It's not Elvish?
Forsi, who was memorizing the name, suddenly felt a sense of disobedience, and couldn't help but raise his gaze a little higher, landing on the top edge of the long table.
Almost every "Mystery" believer has heard the story that the Lord prefers humans among many races, and prefers to favor elves among humans. This comes from a story that does not appear in the holy scriptures, but is regarded by most bishops. A legend passed down by word of mouth.
The god in charge of change was once the younger brother of the Elf King, the ancient god Suniasolem. Later, because he could not bear the slaughter of humans by monsters in the dark and lightless Second Age, he embarked on the opposite path to his brother and fought against the Creator. Let's hold the spark of civilization together.
It is said that on the eve of the elf king's power being taken back by the Creator, the "God of Mysteries" agreed to his brother's request to "succeed me in protecting the race" and re-identified his identity as an elf. In almost all oracles and records thereafter, all The language used has always been Elvish.
To this day, the "God of Mysteries" is in the church in the holy city of Aarons, and the hymns are also performed by the elf choir.
Forsi secretly glanced at the clothing of the top "Fool" that was no different from the Loen gentleman, and quickly withdrew his gaze.
The Lord holds the power of change, and perhaps he just wants to spread his name with an image that is more acceptable to the people of the northern continent.
Judging from the nationality composition of the party members, this seems to be the case.
She silently recited the honorable names she just heard in her heart. Seeing that "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" were still digesting, she imitated the behavior of a primary school student, raised her arms and said:
"Mr. Fool, I have something that needs to be sacrificed to you. Please allow me to hold a ceremony after the party."
Sacrifice... But I won't accept it... Klein felt a little confused, but the burning gazes of the three members made him unable to refuse, so he could only nod and said:
"Can."
The worst thing is to call out the "Secret" after a party. Anyway, the "Magician" is His believer, so He can't shut out the believers, right?
"Okay, let's continue what we were talking about before." Klein didn't dare to continue on this topic. "Everyone, I wonder what surprises you can bring me this time?"
"Mr. Fool, I collected two pages of Roselle's diary." Alger said in a deep voice, stroking his chest with his hand.
"Mr. Fool, all the documents in the database need to be transcribed twice before they can be retrieved. Moreover, the Backlund branch does not have much information about Emperor Roselle. I have already applied to other branches for this retrieval. Five pages of it I will dedicate to you directly after the party."
After all, the main mission of the Backlund branch is to collect intelligence information in Loen... Forsi was still immersed in the new name of God, and it took him a moment to catch up with the pace of "The Hanged Man" , and did not notice the gaze cast by the "Hanged Man" and the sudden look of resentment in his eyes.
"very good."
With the help of Klein, "The Hanged Man" quickly materialized two pages of the diary and presented it to the superior with both hands.
"Based on the principle of equivalent exchange, I can give you an opportunity to ask questions." Klein took the initiative to speak, regaining Mr. "The Hanged Man's" confidence after being hit.
Before convening the party, he specifically used divination to confirm the speculation related to "Hurricane Lieutenant General" Qilingos. Using the personality of this gray mist, he obtained a satisfactory result.
Alas, if there is a "trustee", I may not use this free method to deliver news. I can exchange some occult content with Mr. "The Hanged Man" in the name of a trumpet and inquire about the Southern Continent. Things... But unfortunately, my current identity is Mr. Fool, and I have to maintain the inscrutable image of the gods at all times, not to mention that there are professional "mysterious" believers like "magicians" present.
I remember that according to the church information, Sequence 5 of the "Soothsayer" path can control the secret puppet, which is similar to controlling another body. However, the Church does not have a corresponding formula, and the "Soothsayer" formula only goes up to Sequence 8... .
Klein swept away the distracting thoughts in his mind, looked at the "Hanged Man", and continued ahead of him:
"I can give you two choices."
"A simple question, or an answer you desperately want to know right now."
What I desperately want to know... Alger, who never thought that one day he would be favored by God, trembled slightly with his lips, and drew the symbol of "Line of Change" on his chest from the bottom of his heart, and buried his head deeply. Buried deeply.
"Asking for your guidance."
Klein raised a smile on his lips and said in the same tone as before:
"Manuel of the Church of Storms, you can find the answers you need in him."
The newly formed armored fleet has replaced the sail battleships as the core of the Loen Navy, but it is still a front-line force that maintains strong combat effectiveness. The change of generals at this time speaks for itself. This can be seen in the newspapers. Something went wrong.
Combined with the information shared by the Hanged Man at the last gathering, Klein already has enough clues for divination, and there is basically no error.
Steward Manuel of the Third Fleet...the sailing battleship...Zilingos came off the ship of the Third Fleet!
Alger's eyes slowly opened wide, "Thank you for clearing up my confusion."
After expressing his respect to the gods, he almost immediately looked at the "magician", eager to talk to this young lady who most likely worked in the Trunsoest intelligence agency.
As for "Justice", although the daughter of a powerful noble in the Kingdom of Loen is also a good choice, it will not be able to play much role in real actions.
But all this has to wait until Mr. Fool finishes reading the Roselle diary he just presented.
Under the expectant gazes of everyone, Klein calmed down his smile and started reading the parchment in his hand.
"On November 3rd, Matilda was three months pregnant. Under the arrangements of her family, we moved to the countryside, which is more suitable for pregnant women to raise their babies. It was really torture, far away from the bustling life, and Matilda needed to rest every day, almost No one can talk to me, and if Zaratul hadn't sent a secret puppet to follow me, I might have had to have fun with those country maids."
Zaratul?
Klein imperceptibly brought the note closer, relying solely on his "Joker" ability to control his expression so that no more abnormalities appeared.
Is this where the connection between Roselle and the Secret Order started?
"On November 6th, Zaratul mentioned a very interesting secret today. He told me that the spiritual world is just a place to record information, but all recorded information transcends the rules of time. From the birth of the spiritual world to the present, all The information is in an irregular arrangement in the spiritual world, but there is another space where all historical records are stored, sorted by time, and can be traced back to the source of time."
"He called this space the fog of history, and He said that if I am willing to provide technology similar to the steam engine I just improved, he can take me to the fog of history to browse the history I want to know."
"It's so pitiful. I just saw that the true Creator of the Southern Continent has many ideas that are surprisingly similar to the religious and political thoughts on Earth. I want to understand basic historical knowledge, but why do I need to have abilities that can only be mastered by high-sequences? ."
"Although I really want to read it, browse the real history, rather than the one castrated by the church. Anyway, I have never identified myself as an Intis national identity, and it is not considered that I would betray the nation and the country. I feel guilty because I just paid some technical support. But the problem is that I am basically responsible for the research and development of steam engine technology. If the technology is obtained in the Southern Continent, I will quickly reverse the research and put it into use. This is not a self-inflicted crime. Did you buy it?"
"In short, before I became a senior member of the church, I couldn't have much communication with the Southern Continent. Secret knowledge can be obtained from that unspeakable gathering, so there is no need to increase risks for myself."
It was really Zaratul, the leader of the Secret Order, the angel under the seat of "Secret"... Klein felt a little complicated for a moment.
As a time traveler, how come Roselle was protected by angels and became a noble? However, he was kidnapped by "one of his own" at the beginning and almost lost his life.
Fortunately, he was not really envious, nor did he want to have too much interaction with the "secret" angel. This emotion was quickly put aside, and he turned his attention to the more valuable "historical fog" and "UU Reading www. uukanshu.net "The Ineffable Gathering".
Leaving aside the latter, the name "Mist of History" sounds familiar. Has "Mystery" shown its authority in this area? The abstract pictures I saw before I traveled into the body of Klein Moretti, those are history. A scene recorded in the fog?
He blinked and tried hard to recall the memory of that time, but found that he could only recall the blurry images that were no different from fantasy after the figure made of brilliance fell into the abyss with the yellow and black mist, and the first ones were gone.
At first, what I saw seemed to be the continental distribution of this world?
With doubts, Klein turned his attention to the second page of the diary and found that the font was much more regular, there was no date, and it was not connected to the previous page.
"I was wrong. If I exchanged my indifferent mechanical knowledge for the opportunity to browse the fog of history from the beginning, would I have a chance to realize the truth earlier?"
"If, if I had not hesitated, perhaps Charles would not have died, Bernadette would not have left me, and Bonois...is this a punishment for me?"
"Anyway, it's too late to talk about this now. After seeing that scene, I have never been as eager to obtain the God's throne as I am now. Maybe 'Mystery' and the True Creator will not agree with my thoughts, but I don't need their approval, not everyone has the consciousness to be a savior, as the world says, I accept my despicability, I am just an ordinary person."
"I will embrace the stars, that's where I belong."
The last line, in a completely different font, left emotional traces on the page. Seeing this, Klein understood.
The second page of notes was different from all the transcripts he had seen. It was written by the fellow countryman two hundred years ago.
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Our journey is to the stars and the sea... No, if it is such a noble reason, why would the "Secret" and the True Creator not support Roselle's choice? Why should he regret not agreeing to Zaratul's deal at that time? , to browse the real history?
Klein frowned almost instantly. Even with the assistance of "Joker"'s ability, he could not control it, allowing the three keen members below to see the strange behavior of Mr. "Fool".
However, in the name of the "God of Mystery", no one raised any doubts or questions. On the contrary, Alger, the "Hanged Man", felt panicked for a moment and kept thinking about whether there was something wrong with the Roselle diary he presented.
Judging from the contents of the diary, the time span between the front and back pages is at least forty years, which means that the truth Russell mentioned in his later years made him change his views on many things, so he lost control of his emotions. Starting to question the choices you made when you were young?
The so-called truth is related to history. The truth led to the future tragedies of his three children?
Well, in this world, especially in the Northern Continent, the official church and government have indeed been concealing the true history before the Fifth Age. This was also the reason why Klein Moretti and his classmates stepped into the trap of the Aurora Society and attracted the evil god. Watch the cause of sudden death.
There are hidden secrets hidden in the history of the Fourth Age and earlier, and these secrets involve the content of the divine level. Just like the "Secret" said that the gods are also part of the sequence, the top of the sequence?
From Klein's personal understanding, only the person of a god can be worthy of the title of savior. It's just a matter of what kind of crisis the savior should solve and what kind of enemies he has to face. These are all questions.
His intuition told him that what Roselle mentioned was probably related to history... or even the stars.
Seeing the last line of handwriting that was completely different from the previous one, Klein suppressed everything in his mind and said in as relaxed a tone as possible:
"Sorry, I saw some very interesting content and got a little obsessed."
He glanced at the members who were waiting for "The Fool"'s words and tapped on the desktop.
"You can start communicating freely."
Seeing that "The Fool" had no intention of blaming him, Alger breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the "Magician".
"The 'Hurricane Vice Admiral' Zilingers mentioned earlier has left my ship and is expected to log in from Enmatt Port to Backlund within the next two days."
Qilingers is coming to Backlund?
Forsi immediately entered working mode, his eyes flashing with light blue light spots.
"What was his purpose in the past two days? Have you reported it to the Church of Storms?"
She asked several questions in the next moment. Under Audrey's curious and excited eyes, Alger answered them one by one unhurriedly:
"He disembarked in the offshore near the port of Enmat. Qilingos's sequence is the 'Wind Blessed', and he also holds a powerful sealed item - 'Creeping Hunger'. I can only roughly speculate. His route and estimated time of landfall."
"As for the purpose, I only know that he was hired by a mysterious party to infiltrate Backlund. The reward involves high-sequence items or knowledge. The specific purpose is not clear, and it is impossible for me to report this kind of thing to the church, let alone him. Just left my ship less than an hour ago."
In other words, the purpose is unknown, the time is unknown, and all we know is the location. This is not easy... Forsi pursed her lips, and anxiety climbed onto her forehead.
"I remember the 'creeping hunger' that could drive
'Faceless Man's' abilities? "Although she used questions, she seemed confident.
"Yes, that is a sealed item corresponding to the 'Shepherd'. I have not seen all the capable souls that are being herded. I only know that in addition to the 'Faceless Man', there are probably some who can also use the 'Sun' and the 'Sleepless One' capabilities in the field."
The former was seen by Alger and Chillinges when they explored the primitive island, and the latter was seen by Chillinges on the "Blue Avenger" in order to avoid the sailors' ability to sense exposure.
Forsi nodded slowly, rolled his eyes twice, and put on a smile that looked malicious.
"So what do you want to do?"
Alger breathed a sigh of relief and said straight to the point:
"I hope to use your intelligence network to find the whereabouts of Qilingos, and I will pay him accordingly."
"Do we just need to find his whereabouts?" Forsi's smile was a bit evil.
Under the long table, she frequently alternated her legs back and forth, secretly exerting force on her intertwined fingers, and finally suppressed her urge to laugh.
No wonder Mr. Bresson always said that it feels good when his opponents ask for something from him during negotiations. It really feels good. This is much more enjoyable than writing a novel and having the editor push for the reader!
"You just need to help me find the whereabouts of Qilingos," Alger said, as if he was being forced to eat canned wolf fish, his inner struggle clearly written on his face, "That's enough."
"I believe in your ability, but I'm afraid I can't afford the extra price."
The reputation of the Southern Continent Mercenary Group at sea has always been the industry benchmark, but everyone knows that the price is high. Anyway, as long as I know where Qilingos is, I can definitely find a reason to let the church's "punisher" take action. The money must be spent.
"Okay, I will forward your request to my superiors." Forsi looked a little regretful and adjusted his sitting position.
"Um, everyone," Audrey, who had watched the whole negotiation process between "Magician" and "The Hanged Man", was eager to give it a try and waved her arms, "Can you introduce the 'Hurricane Admiral' and the 'Shepherd' you just mentioned? 'These sequences?'
"I can exchange gold pounds for this knowledge."
What does she want to do most after becoming an Extraordinary?
Of course, it was to get in touch with those characters who previously only existed at tea parties and were supported entirely by newspapers and daydreams. Now that there was such an opportunity to get to know them, of course she couldn't let it go!
"sure!"
"sure."
"The Magician" and "The Hanged Man" said almost in unison.
The two of them looked at each other and saw the dazzling golden color of the gold pound that was vague in the other's eyes. They decisively gave the choice to Miss Justice to avoid losing their composure in front of God.
"Well..." Audrey blinked and looked at the top leader expectantly, "Mr. Fool, can I apply to talk to the two of you separately?"
There is still a lot of balance from last month, plus this month's pocket money... She doesn't want to let go of any channel, so she chooses them all.
What a good idea, it's Miss Justice.
Klein nodded approvingly with a mellow voice.
"Can."
Then, with his help, he blocked the audio and video of "Magician" and "Hanged Man" successively, creating a one-on-one transaction process for Miss Justice.
"So that's how it is, it's really surprising!"
"I will transfer the cash to you in the original way, thank you Mr. 'The Hanged Man'."
The gray fog's shield on Forsi slowly dissipated. As soon as she regained her vision, she saw Miss Justice with joy on her face, and the Hanged Man with a satisfied smile on her face. He must have gained the same reward as her. A lot of reward.
It's really surprising. It turns out that "Shepherd" still has this ability. No wonder Mr. A can deal with Ince Zangwill, who is also a Sequence Five and masters Level 0 Sealed Artifacts. For them, as long as the shepherd's soul is enough If there are more, the ability will be more comprehensive. It is a really powerful and evil ability...
Mr. Fool, the biggest winner of the alone exchange, nodded slightly, waited for a few seconds, and when no new transactions appeared, he announced the end of the party and sent the three members back to reality.
...
"Are you up?"
In the haze, Forsi heard a familiar childish voice, and his body tensed and relaxed instantly.
"I stayed up late yesterday to finish the manuscript. I was too sleepy."
The writer in a light green nightgown got up from the bed and rubbed the corners of his eyes, looking like he had just woken up.
"Did you just come back from the East End?"
"No, the list I'm busy with now is over at the Backlund Bridge area." The "girl" with delicate and soft features scratched her stubborn, rough blond hair on the top of her head, her dark green pupils flashing with irritability, "I don't know. What's the matter? Recently, MI9 has been running to the Backlund Bridge and the East District, guarding several factory areas and docks every day. Aren't the terrorist attacks in the Southern Continent over?"
The "terrorist" Ms. Fors who was suddenly called out laughed dryly. She put on relatively decent clothes and pretended to chat:
"Isn't the situation tense? Maybe the government is also afraid that the Southern Continent will make some big news again. Now that there is big news in Backlund, the government's credibility will also be hit."
"You're right." The blond "girl" Xio nodded in agreement and jumped from the bed to the ground. She looked at the height difference between herself and her friend in the mirror, as well as her eyebrows that had not grown yet, and felt irritated again.
"Are you going out soon?"
"Of course I won't go. I already sent the manuscript to the newspaper this morning, and I plan to deal with the fans' letters later."
Hearing such a serious answer, Xio glanced at Forsi strangely, who was standing in front of the mirror with her hair neatly tied back, and felt awkward.
How did these words that sounded lazy and diligent come out of her mouth?
"Okay, then I'm going to take a rest. I only slept for two hours yesterday..."
Xio's slightly childish voice completely weakened as the door was closed. Forsi, who had already tied up his hair, looked warily at the door and let out a secret sigh.
She has never regretted joining the faith of the Southern Continent. She would not hesitate at all in the face of life and the lack of national identity. However, after converting to become a member of the Trunsoest Intelligence Agency, every time she faced Hugh, she would feel a kind of inner self-blame for betraying friendship.
To be honest, their relationship shouldn't have too many secrets, but he lied to her almost every day...
With a strange mood, Forsi locked the door, walked to the desk, and took out the items he needed from an iron box wrapped in a spiritual wall.
Two books, a few pages of standard documents, and an iron worm whose vital signs are almost invisible if you don't look carefully.
As soon as the ironworm felt the warmth of the sun, it expanded rapidly, and in Forsi's hands, it grew like plasticine into a palm-sized "little man" with one eye and a mouth, and was as thin as a paper page.
"Your Highness Zaratul." Forsi lowered his head respectfully.
"Does the Lord have any instructions?"
Zaratul's old voice came out from the strange little man, and a hint of darkness suddenly appeared in his turbid one eye, and he met Forsi's gaze directly.
"It's not the Lord's Oracle, it's another former member of the God's Council. His code name is 'The Hanged Man'. He hopes that we can find traces of Qilingos and is willing to pay for it."
"Qilingos?" Zaratul paused for a second before saying.
"Yes, I don't know if you still remember another news mentioned by 'The Hanged Man', which is that I reported earlier that a senior member of the Church of Storms is suspected of betraying his faith and colluding with unknown forces. The identity of that senior member is highly likely It's Manuel, who was recently transferred back to Pasu Island, and Chilingos is related to him."
"He accepted a commission from a mysterious party, and the reward was a high-sequence storm item or knowledge. The content of the commission is unknown. We can only confirm that his destination is Backlund."
Forsi was meticulous about every word and took the initiative to contact the previous information, giving detailed information to Zaratul. She did not avoid the eyes of the little man in her hand, and looked at each other openly, waiting for the next order.
But unexpectedly, the angel who came with the help of a secret puppet did not give instructions quickly, but fell into deep thought.
She seemed to see the darkness in the villain's eyes extinguish for a few seconds before reconnecting, as if the angel behind the villain had just left reality and performed a divination.
"I see."
The little man standing in Forsi's hand transformed back into the appearance of an iron worm, leaving only a simple reply, "I will personally take charge of this matter."
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On the mottled long table, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net thin gray mist rippled in circles, and an illusory door gradually took shape due to Klein's efforts.
After checking that his spiritual energy was almost completely consumed, Klein couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He tapped the top of the table and completed the last step of receiving the sacrifice.
As the door opened, he saw the gap between reality and the spiritual world behind the door. Two notebooks and several pages of paper were picked up by the invisible wind and floated into his hands.
Klein nodded towards the closing "Gate of Sacrifice" as a nod of greeting, and then looked at his hands.
These are the items that Miss "Magician" wants to sacrifice, the diary of Emperor Roselle, and the diary of a man named Roman... and finally the holy book of the "God of Mystery"?
What did she mean by giving me a holy book?
However, Klein did not open the holy book first, nor did he read Roselle's diary. Instead, he first looked at the "Roman Diary" that was the most unknown to him and the most attractive to him.
Snapped.
A hand so white that it was almost transparent pressed against the surface of the diary, then passed straight through the diary and photographed the top of the long table.
Wearing a hood, "Mysterious" whose face could not be seen clearly appeared behind Klein at some point, with complicated meanings in his eyes.
"Do you know this...Roman?"
Klein quickly recovered from the sudden shock and hesitantly shook the "secret" diary in his hand that could not be touched.
"certainly,"
"Secret" lowered his figure a little, stepping on the floor made of gray mist with his soles, and walked slowly to the seat where "The Hanged Man" had just sat, with a tone that was almost sighing.
"He is my student, my first student."
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