Bab 4: Chapter IV: Roselle the Copycat
"... You've mastered the Seer potion? "
In the Nighthawks' Entertainment Room, several people who were discussing the "Code of Seers" summarized by Klein were silent for a moment because of this sentence. The Nighthawks invariably turned their gaze to the standing old "Mystery Prayer" who had just pushed open the door. Hearing Klein's application for promotion, Old Neil hurried over, wearing a black classical wizard's robe, holding a felt hat of the same color in one hand and a packed box in the other, looked at Klein in surprise and looked him up and down several times.
"I must praise the Goddess and thank you for your teachings." Klein laughed dryly and said seriously.
"You actually found inspiration from the motto of the "Mystery Prayer" and Daly's experience..." Old Neil looked at him several more times, and then looked at him again for a while, before he smiled wryly and shook his head. "Life is scary...If it had been twenty years earlier, if it had been twenty years earlier, I would have ..."
"Perhaps there will be no difference, because the church doesn't have the recipe for Sequence 8 of the 'Mystery Pryer'. ", Klein relayed
"Maybe the Church will have ... It may be found in the underground exchange, but I'm glad I didn't get promoted, and I lived soundly for decades. Praise the Goddess." Old Neil was depressed for a few minutes, then adjusted himself and raised the packed box in his hand with a smile, "It's a day to celebrate, it just so happens that Celeste baked a lot of biscuits and butter cakes, a technique that she just learned from Lady Mary. You are in for a good treat."
Everyone's faces changed instantly.
"Mrs. Celeste baked a snack?"
"Biscuits, what flavor biscuits? Is there chocolate? "
"It's been a long time since I've tasted Mrs. Celeste's craft!" Leonard cheered, and Miss Seeka Tron, who had always been quiet, showed expectant eyes, and even Frye, who was the Corpse collector of Death pathway, sat up a little straighter. The silent entertainment room comes alive again. Old Neil smiled and opened the box, took out a piece of cake that was large enough for everyone, arranged the biscuits for various flavors, and went to make coffee for everyone.
Leonard quickly took the first milk cookie and put it in his mouth, chewing it but it has no taste or texture.
Leonard: "??"
Leonard said out loud in his head: "old man! Don't snatch my cookies!"
" What are you noisy about, it's just a cookie.", The old voice of the mysterious parasite sounded, " "You can just eat another cookie again, anyways it tastes really good."
Leonard's face fell, and he reluctantly swallowed the biscuit in his mouth, which looked like a puddle of dirt, and reached for another cookie again. He carefully stuffed it into his mouth and chewed tentatively, the rich milk flavor and crispy texture conquered his taste buds, and the cookies were still warm. Leonard felt so happy that he couldn't help but echo the parasite's words: "Yes, Mrs. Celeste's craft is really good... She is so kind-hearted and always offered to help Mrs. Mary in the workhouse..."
The Parasite, the "Marauder" Pathway Angel Palez Zoroast, caught a word that interested him and asked in a guided manner: "Workhouses?"
" Yes, the workhouse, the one on the lower streets of Tingen." Leonard did not ask why Palez was interested, he didn't doubt him. When he saw that Old Neil starting to distribute tea and coffee, he quickly raised his hand to ask for a cup.
He heard that Mrs. Celeste had been involved in an extraordinary incident and almost died unexpectedly, but fortunately she was treated by the then-dean of the hospital at that time, and it was only after midnight that the Nighthawks came to rescue her. Mrs. Celeste was always worried about the danger of Old Neil, but fortunately, Old Neil had always remained in Sequence 9, and he had no combat effectiveness. He is basically a safe civilian job.
"That workhouse is sponsored by the Ernst Charitable Foundation, right?", Pallez mused. " How much do you know about this foundation?"
"Yes? Isn't this a long-established foundation that has been established for more than 100 years?" Leonard paused as he munched on the butter cake, and became nervous, "Old man, could there be something wrong with it?"
"No, it's good there, and I'm just asking."
Pales denied it, and after saying this, he stopped answering. Leonard was so curious that he scratched his head but said nothing.
15
Early in the morning, I opened the letters sent by the editorial office. They politely expressed their satisfaction with the first draft of the play. Along with suggestions for revisions and an honorarium for the previous manuscript. I put these dozens of pounds in my wallet and understood the suggestions in less than a second, except for the occasional logical flaws, most of them were some detail problems, and the words needed some more polishing.
This reminded me of some experiences I don't want to recall, such as being urged by that child to change my honorary name over and over again until I changed my honorary name so that there is not a slightest demonic element in it anymore.
"Change it again, Lord, it's not good for preaching."
"Do you have to add 'bloodthirsty' and 'disaster and killing'?"
"Please stop using 'ruthless killers' as a reference!"
"Lord, I think the first version is better..."
Physically and mentally exhausted. ... Especially when this child said at the end, "I wish you can find the light of humanity in your heart soon." How can I have these things in my heart, they were all lost when I set foot on the sea of stars. The poison of human nature brings only betrayal and fear, abandonment because of trust, perishing because of love and attachment, dying in the mud because of virtue, just like the imperfect sun. I think this sentence is like wishing me a good morning with poisons.
Finally, I made a design for the honorific name, "Monarch from the Deep Darkness", which does not refer to the abyss, but to the starry sky. Thanks to the fact that the first sequence of the Abyss Pathway is "Filthy Monarch", even if I write the word "Monarch" here, the Seven Gods will only think that I am acting in advance, rather than thinking of the "Monarch of Decay" who is located outside the barrier.
And the phrase "the essence of withering" can directly point to me.
After all, I am the only one who can "wither", and the same is true for "decay".
Someone reported to me that the Demoness Cult has sent me an application for cooperation, and that one of their key members is preparing for a promotion, hoping to have a chance to cooperate in the future.
The Saint Tenebrous who reported to me asked my ally for a permit, my ally sent ravings back, and the Saint Tenebrous had to roll on the ground for ten minutes in the form of flesh balls with broken internal organs and various severed eyeballs. However, his spirit is relatively tough, if he wasn't, he can't survive in the Aurora Order for so long, let alone become a Sequence 4 Saint.
It took him two minutes to put himself back together, to re-establish himself as a human, and he question me for my decision with the eyes of a witch, he speak to me hesitantly.
This is a privilege given to me by my ally because of my status as a "remnant of the old days" and my prudence that has not made mistakes for thousands of years. I have the right to make decisions for "him" for big and small events, when "his" mind is not clear
I replied to him: "Yes, I can consider it." After that the Saint Tenebrous sent the witch messenger away.
Among the high sequence "Shepherds" of the Aurora Society, there are a few people who are still relatively fresh and refined, and it seems that only half of their brains are broken, and the other half can still be used to think. The Saint Tenebrous Kisma is one of them. To be fair, I'm just an Angel of the Abyss Pathway now, with a cult that looks like a drag bottle. The Aurora Order has its own angels. In the eyes of the believers of my ally, I am clearly not worthy to be compared to their great Lord, and only worthy to be "His" subordinate, and Stever, the Angel of the Holy Word, is a representative of this faction.
So, I'm glad there are people in their right minds in this place who uses ally's name to do justice for "him". When Stever challenged me, he nearly beat me to death.
However, it's also troublesome to keep this sequence all the time, I've been pretending to be an angel for more than 1,300 years. Although it's reasonable to be a "demon", after all, it's a pathway to kill and commit arson, but the Seven Gods won't let me act.
My potion has also been digested, and although the ritual of Sequence Two to One is not the most perfect, it has long been up to standard, and it has been dormant long enough, so it is time to find an opportunity to "promote" to Sequence One. ... But Farbauti is still in the hands of the Mother Tree of Desire, carrying his only Sequence One characteristic and uniqueness he has, and the other Sequence One that my ally promised to help me find is still missing.
It's not feasible to turn to the "Prisoner" path, the "Chained God" is also with the Mother Tree of Desire. And robbing the Sequence of the "Child of Sin" Suah is worse than eating my own ready-made inventory. In the end, I don't really have the idea of becoming a god, let alone becoming a god or something, I am the outer god myself. It's just I am planning to look for an opportunity to tear open the seal and find the remaining half of my sefirot, to accomodate it completely, to gain authority and turn everything into chaos.
But so far, I still haven't felt where the "Sea of Flowers" is.
I set aside the prayers of the Aurora congregation and my own believers and responded selectively to a few. All of the prayer contents were relatively common. The typewriter on the desk started to work on its own, and I began to revise the manuscript again.
16
This time, the Tarot meeting started as normal, and after completing the transaction of the "Spectator" formula and using this time to diligently study the occult knowledge and get praise from Miss "Justice". "The Fool" Klein turned his attention to the pages of Roselle's diary in front of him.
On the yellow-brown parchment, slightly twisted and fang-clawed Chinese writings read:
"On August 5th, I saw the strength of the high-level powerhouses. It was terrifying, they had undergone a qualitative change in a certain aspect and became like gods. No wonder they are called demigods and half-humans..."
"On August 6th, the strange attitude of the Seven Churches towards potions struck me as strange. ... There must be secrets hidden in this that I don't know. "
"On August 9th, the events of these two days make me to not feel very good, the industrial revolution I started with my own hands, the era of steam and machinery created by my own hands, will become a hotbed for the evil gods to come?"
"There was another incident that happened today, which made me a little happier, that my act of reproducing the literature of the earth with great fanfare attracted a fellow time-traveler, well, maybe calling him a foreigner is more appropriate. He found me by mysterious means, and he was undoubtedly a high-ranking powerhouse, and if he hadn't come up and asked me, 'Do you want me to go and ask Alexandre Dumas for copyright fees?' I would have a better impression of him! Damn it! he didn't understand what I was saying, it was so embarrassing that I wanted to bury myself in hole on the spot. "
'Reprinting', Klein almost laughed out loud, it seems that Roselle the Great the copycat, is ashamed! You can fully imagine how awkward the scene was at that time. I didn't think that there were other traversers in this world, and I didn't know if I would have a chance to meet them.
Although judging by Roselle's statement, the other party was not from the same country, Klein still vaguely had some anticipation. His brow was slightly furrowed, and his fingers tapped lightly on the edge of the long bronze table, attracting everyone's attention.
High-sequence powerhouses can live for a long time, but Roselle the Great has died, is this traverser really still alive?
Thinking of this, Klein's mood dropped slightly, and then the description of "the hotbed of evil gods to come" caught his attention, but after thinking for a while, he gave up his intention to delve deeper, stopped tapping on the bronze table, and said to the "Hanged Man", "The Sun", and "Justice" in front of him, "You can communicate on your own."
"The Hanged Man" Alger immediately spoke:
"Mr. 'Fool', Miss 'Justice', I have just received information that Lieutenant General Qilingos has infiltrated Becklund to complete a mission, and that he will be there for a long time for this ..."
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[Original Author Tianxun Aurora's Notes: *The original starting point will also notify the number of readers. Scared me, send it to try and someone is really watching, thanks!
*Do you think I wouldn't save Old Neil, no, I'm just going the other way, this world Mrs. Celeste is not dead at all; they have lived happily for more than thirty years.]
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