章 20: Chapter XIX: Find Medici

The lights flickered on, one after another, along the long bronze table. Miss "Justice," Mr. "The Hanged Man," and Mr. "Sun" all took their seats. Sitting at the head of the table, Klein—now in the position of "The Fool"—let out a soft sigh. Despite everything that had happened, this magnificent temple seems to be immutable, and the mysterious Tarot Club is also carried out as always, and no one knows that the powerful and mysterious Mr. "Fool" has already died once.

Without waiting for Miss Justice's usual greeting, Mr. "The Hanged Man" preemptively spoke up. "Mr. Fool, I've managed to acquire 19 more pages of Roselle's diary. I also owe you thanks for sending the 'Scroller' to help me deal with Qilangos. These diaries are my payment."

'The thing with Qilangos?' Klein thought, somewhat surprised. ' Didn't Mr. Azik say someone else had killed him? But since Miss Justice passed the message, I suppose it counts as my doing, in a roundabout way. Mr. Azik also paid handsomely to retrieve the spoils, so accepting the reward isn't out of the question. '

"The Fool" let out a low chuckle. "Yes," he simply replied.

Inside, "The Hanged Man" couldn't help but marvel. ' As expected, Mr. Fool doesn't think much of a mere pirate general. Truly a terrifying being. '

Summoning the diary pages with practiced ease, Klein pulled six of them toward him, ready to dive into the new revelations. Meanwhile, Miss "Justice" remained silent, content to let him continue.

"On December 16, I once again made contact with that poor soul trapped in the depths of the storm, lost in the darkness."

Finally, a follow-up to the notes from the previous pages... Klein's excitement grew as he focused more intently:

"He called himself Mr. 'Door' and tried to convince me to help him return to the real world, promising to grant me three requests. Did he think I was foolish? I've lived for over sixty years across my two lives, and I can easily see this is typical behavior of evil gods and demons. Oh, demon—I spend almost every day with the Great Demon now. Even ordinary demons don't dare to try tricking me!"

"While some of the Fourth Epoch history he describes is fascinating, Edward also hails from the end of that epoch. I can ask him directly. I don't need to pay Mr. 'Door' for this knowledge—at most, I'll use it as a reference to compare their accounts."

Who was that high-ranking figure from the Demon Path? Roselle seems to have changed the title here. Could that foreign friend of his be an angel? Klein smirked, suppressing his reaction.

"The Death has gone mad—and become even stronger!"

"Can gods go mad too? That's a terrifying thought!"

"To verify, I asked my foreign friend. He confirmed it. He crossed over at the end of the War of the Four Emperors and witnessed the Death's descent from madness to death. He grew curious and asked where I had learned this information. I managed to get him to talk."

"This also strengthens my suspicion: gods did indeed descend to the real world before the Fifth Epoch."

"I asked Mr. 'Door' if he had been involved in the War of the Four Emperors and what role he had played. He didn't answer me. Oh well, he's just teasing my curiosity again. I'll have to consult my foreign friend later."

"...Additionally, he mentioned two laws: the Law of the Immortality of Extraordinary Properties and the Law of Conservation of Extraordinary Properties within adjacent sequences. This aligns with what I learned from that ancient secret gathering... The total number of extraordinary properties is fixed from the source—it neither increases nor decreases. Does this suggest the existence of an Original Creator, the source of everything?"

This was the longest entry from Roselle's diary Klein had ever seen, stretching across two pages. The sheer amount of information was staggering, and Klein found himself struggling to keep his subconscious reactions in check, wary of Miss "Spectator" observing Mr. "Fool's" emotions.

' I really envy Emperor Roselle, ' Klein thought. ' He had a time traveler by his side, so he didn't need to pay a steep price for knowledge from mysterious powers like Mr. 'Door.' He could verify his findings through multiple sources and always sought the truth. He lived through the end of the Fourth Epoch, and now he's an angel. There's no trace of a 'demon' in his diary... '

Flipping through the next few pages, Klein saw they detailed the events leading up to the Intis coup. He couldn't help but sigh. ' Still, though Roselle gained all this knowledge from his predecessors, it's now fallen into my hands through his diary. Not a complete loss—there's some comfort in that. '

'However, Roselle has been assassinated and fallen for more than a hundred years, and I wonder where this angel predecessor will be now?'

Klein pondered for a moment, resisting the urge to shake his head and sigh.

Then, he smiled at the three people seated at the long table, all waiting for him to finish reading to finish reading and said: "Roselle mentioned some hidden history in his diary, some simple common sense, the latter reminds me that I never seem to have told you. "

The three of them perked up and sat up straighter. Eagerly waiting to hear what Mr. "Fool" had to reveal next.

"Saint Tenebrous has completed the internal reorganization of the Aurora Society."

The True Creator who was slowly nibbling on a piece of seafood cheese pizza the size of his own face in two small hands suddenly spoke: "It's time for the next move, I'm about to give an oracle." "

"Oh." Edward slowly and leisurely cut a steak with a knife and fork, and turned his gaze away, "What's next?" "

"Rebirth is bound to be accompanied by suffering, and since it is necessary to regain the light, to imply that believers I am about to return to the original image of the omniscient and all-powerful Creator, I must abandon some of them." He took another bite of his pizza very calmly, "I decided to step up my efforts with your charity, first gradually changing the impression that the Aurora Society is a terrorist organization from the perspective of the people at the bottom, and then slowly exerting influence from the top down through the 'shepherd' approach. Of course, this will take a long time, and you will have to plan slowly. "

The Abyss Angel glanced at him. He looked at him again.

"... Do you want the lower levels of the Aurora Club to volunteer? " He couldn't help but say, "Okay, start with the lowest members first, lest your crazy believers rush in and pray, scare the recipients away, and finally attract the official extraordinary people to chase and intercept, smash and kill."

The True Creator did not hear it and continued to plan in earnest: "It is a good opportunity for us that the gods are short-sighted, focusing only on the aristocracy that can bring money and widespread faith to their churches, and not to the people at the bottom who have the largest population base and who are really in need of salvation. "

"Yes." Edward said, "Start with Backland? "

"I started to try it in the Eastern District, and it just so happened that when I was preparing for the second hand of the failure of the divine descent, I arranged for the believers to preach in the Eastern District."

After eating the pizza in a few bites, the True Creator controlled the shadow to help him bring another piece of pizza, and said while eating: "By the way, what day of the week today, how are the details of the affairs after the God descended?" "

"Nothing big deal, today Wednesday." Edward dipped in the sauce and took a bite of Feynaport's noodles with steak, "The scammer who found a carrier for your godly descent had come to Backland the day before yesterday. "

"God failed to descend, and he is the next vessel. God has succeeded in descending and has been rewarded with your flesh and blood, and he is the God Scroller. However, he did not come directly to Backland as I requested but took a carriage around the sea from the other side, and when he passed by Backland to see the situation on the way, he was seen and brought back by the people in the Aurora Society, and now he is arranged with delicious food and drink. "

"He didn't participate in the two factions this time, and he has been secretly observing, so I haven't received the corresponding report."

The True Creator thoughtfully: 'He is a wise man.'

"However, according to your description of the process of God's descent, there is a high probability that he will fall to the evil faction. If he escapes in the future, I hope you can help me recover my flesh and blood to avoid the outflow of supplies, and I hope he is really a smart man. "

Edward snorted. After a few seconds, she thought of something: "I have a writer's circle party this Friday, and I'm going to go." "

"So?"

"So, on Friday, I will prepare a meal for you in advance, and you will have to stop eatting takeout every day for the next few days, and it is time to eat some pollution-free handmade food."

The angel of the abyss looked kindly at the True Creator, who somehow felt that every inch of this benevolent expression was written with ill will and schadenfreude: "What do you want to eat?" Mustard rice stuffed dumplings? Wonton eight-treasure porridge pizza? Octopus-stuffed roast turkey? Or pig blood black pudding? "

"Ah yes, you haven't eaten the starry sky I gave you last time, so you have to taste it this time."

Seeing that the best ally had clearly written "I am going to persecute you" on his face, the Sequence 8 Evil God True Creator with the personality of a mythical creature clenched his fists behind his back, he lay back, and a voice came from behind the thin quilt: "I am a mythical creature, and I have no need to eat!" "

At the end, he remembered the half of the pizza in his stomach: "Eating is just to pass the time and ensure humanity!" "

"I'm sure they'll help you stabilize humanity too." The demon was tempting, "You see how energetic you are now. "

"Get down to business, get down to business." The True Creator tried to change the subject, "You helped me to descend successfully, I have already arranged for people to snatch the Sequence One trait you want from the believers of the Primordial Moon in the Southern Continent, it will take about a month or two, and you can continue to be promoted."

"There's one more thing you might need your help with."

"What's the matter?" When it comes to business, Edward is also a little more serious.

"Help me find one of my men." the True Creator poked his head out of the thin quilt, his expression was a little complicated, "He's dead, he wants to see the corpse when he dies, and she wants to see her alive... Evil spirits. I couldn't find any trace of him in my frenzy, as if something had hidden him. "

"It's not an official commission to find him, it's best to find it, but just help me keep an eye on the news."

Speaking of this, the true creator couldn't help but be a little gloomy, it was a great good thing that he succeeded in descending from God, but when he turned his head, he heard that the "Angel of Fate" Ouroboros had been severely injured because he had helped her from the hands of the goddess of the night, and he had to restart it urgently. This time the reboot didn't have time to leave any foreshadowing in advance, and the "Angel of the Word" Stephan had been looking for the Godforsaken for several days, and looking for Ouroboros in the outside world was even more like looking for a needle in a haystack.

He didn't want his allies to know about it, Edward was about to be promoted to Sequence 1, and he was in close contact with him every day. Although he looks normal, the madness and brutality of the demon path have always been buried deep in the bones, and at this time, if you let the other party know that he has temporarily lost a King of Angels under his command, it will undoubtedly greatly increase the other party's contempt for himself, so it is not surprising that the demon will do something.

The search for the "Angel of War" has always been something that has always been done, and this time it happens to be entrusted to the other party together, and it can also have a deterrent effect.

"Okay." The Abyss Angel thought for two seconds before agreeing, "Who do you want me to find?" "

"Medici." The True Creator looked into the other's eyes and said, "My loyal subordinate, who has not rebelled for thousands of years, was slain at the end of the Quaternary Age, the Angel of War, Medici, an angel who was nowhere to be found "

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[Original Author's notes: *At the beginning of the Backland chapter, the speed of updating may become a little slower to sort out the plot.

For the sake of ease of viewing, I will divide the volume here.

The seemingly fragile and indestructible alliance of evil gods, when there is no common enemy, allies are the greatest danger.

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