In the thin gray mist, the diamond-like talisman reflected the strange light cast from the crimson stars on the dome. Countless shadows floated in the neat cut surfaces, including old people, children and middle-aged people, mountains, rivers, seas and deserts.
Layers of illusory scenes transform into each other, as if the fast-forward button has been pressed, encompassing all the evolution of time for all things.
Is this a true god-level spell?
Alger, who was sitting opposite "Justice" Audrey, looked at the diamond in the sky dreamily, almost forgetting to breathe.
At the top, the "Fool" in the eyes of everyone was still calm and peaceful. He gently knocked on the mottled tabletop, calling back the party members who were stunned in place, attracted by the power emanating from the spell, with an indifferent voice:
"You only need to give this spell to Rambis and join the Psychological Alchemy Society. I will give you the formula of the 'psychiatrist' as promised."
"Okay, Mr. Fool." Even though she had seen many gems, she still could not keep herself calm. Audrey nodded lightly, her sweet voice slightly ethereal, like talking in a dream.
This is not to blame everyone, even me, the "genuine fool", was moved after seeing this... Klein, who was actually sitting in the high-back chair, took this rare opportunity to relax and rub his forehead.
But it was difficult to take his eyes away from the charm.
He didn't understand why "Secret" suddenly wanted to contact a senior executive of the Psychological Alchemy Society, and the position of Royal Advisor probably also determined that Hvin Rambis was at least not an angel, and should be the same as the Goddess Church's resident in Baker.
Archbishop of the Rand Diocese.
While thinking, "Mysterious", who was covered in robes and leaning on the seat, suddenly turned his head, blinked mischievously at Klein's soft face that was not covered by it, and then shattered and disappeared, leaving a little emerald-colored "bubble"
Returned to the historical void.
He actually blinked at me? Klein, whose pupils were shaking, wanted to call him out and ask, but when he noticed the looks that each member was looking at him, the miserable Mr. Fool had to look away.
Back to being incomprehensible again.
Sometimes I feel that I am just a cheap labor force working for "Mystery", the kind that does not pay wages...
Klein, who was eager to complain, controlled his expression, and moved his right hand with a black glove slightly. The "World" sitting at the other end heard the sound, looked in the direction of the little "Sun", and said hoarsely:
"I think you should have information about the 'devil'."
Although he doesn't plan to come into contact with these mysterious cases involving extraordinary events recently, seeing that his promotion is about to happen, Klein still plans to make more preparations in advance to prevent his eyesight from getting dark when he really needs it.
"The World" wants to ask me for information about "The Devil"?
Derrick thought for a moment, nodded, and said at the same time:
"Okay, but you also need to answer me a question."
"If I knew." Klein didn't finish his sentence.
Ever since he last saw the statues of the Six Gods and the "God of Mystery", Derrick has become more and more curious about the outside world.
To this end, he specifically compared the characteristics of the known gods in Silver City with the statues of those gods, and found that the authority of several gods was suspected to be the "incomplete" body of the authority of several ancient gods.
Recently, after seeing another mural and description of a suspected god, this question has almost reached its peak.
He first asked Mr. Fool at the top for instructions, and then showed what he saw.
A picture of a naked man being crucified upside down emerged from the gray mist on the long table. Derrick looked at Mr. World and saw a rare dullness in him.
"Mr. World, do you know that this is the god?"
Before he finished speaking, he noticed that the remaining members around him were casting strange glances at him, and then they all looked at Mr. Fool above him.
However, in the end, Klein did not speak first. Instead, he controlled the "world" and said in a complicated tone:
"This is our lord, Mr. Fool's ally, the True Creator."
As he spoke, he glanced at the expressions of other members around him, and then continued:
"He used to maintain his sanity in the Fourth Age, but in the later games of the gods, he gradually lost his sanity and now fell into madness."
After saying all this, Klein, who was sitting at the top, held his breath and waited for possible changes.
He and the members of the Tarot Society were silent for a few seconds, but did not wait for "Secret" to take action.
It seems that my guess is right. Judging from the "secret" diary, since the true Creator is a part, or remnant, of the Third Age Creator, he should not have been crazy from the beginning.
After getting the answer, "Sun" Derrick's expression became serious little by little, and he recalled the words written in multiple languages that were dotted outside the temple.
Without exception, they are all "evil gods"!
Derrick, who was still a young boy, felt a little restless. He raised his head and wanted to ask again, but found that the expressions of the other members were as serious as his own.
It seems that even in the outside world, this god is feared by the world... Although he has heard about the true creator from the previous mission issued by Mr. Fool and from the assassination of the ambassador who does not know what it is.
The name is taboo, but it is just because of the specialness of the other person's name that I have noticed it several times.
But now he smelled something wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.
Derrick, who was in a state of confusion, looked at "The World" again, and said embarrassedly:
"Mr. World, do you know more about this... true creator?"
"I can make up for your other information, which is not included in the 'devil' question."
You're going to suffer if you look like this... Klein sighed a little at the simplicity of the little "Sun", but he didn't really take advantage of him and just shook his head.
"This is a supplement to your question."
Then, he paused for a moment and then began to introduce his general knowledge about the true Creator.
Master the "Secret Prayer" path... Derrick chewed on this key information, and the expression on his face became even more distorted.
He suddenly discovered that Elder Lovia may not only be related to Loholid, but may also be additionally related to the true creator.
However, he was worried. Derrick still adhered to his own standards and suppressed his emotions. Some of the narrations were not very fluent in retelling the "demon" knowledge taught in the general class.
"The promotion ceremony of Sequence Five involves serial killing."
“‘Demons’ of different races also have different specific abilities.”
"The low-level 'devil' can be directly controlled by the high-level 'devil' and become the opponent's nutrient and puppet when necessary."
Listening to this key information, Klein's expression became more solemn.
But when he thought about the tea party at four o'clock in the afternoon, he still had to knock on the long table to end the party.
After "Justice" and others stood up and saluted, clusters of crimson flashed across the fog, and the gray fog returned to an empty and silent state, except that Klein was still at the top.
He still has questions for "Mysterious".
"Actually, you have the ability to influence the thinking of members of the Tarot Society, right?"
He struggled for a long time and finally raised his question to the empty table.
"Why do you have this illusion?"
In the position of "World", the "mysterious" figure slowly appeared, and the hood had been lowered.
The scene appeared once, and Klein had consumed a lot of spiritual energy with a tired look on his face, and considered:
"If the residents of Silver City still remember your existence, then why didn't 'The Sun' immediately think of the relationship between you and the Creator, and then ask 'The Fool' about the whereabouts of the Creator."
In fact, this was what he suddenly thought of just now. After all, the "Sun" suddenly showed such a pious look last time and was so busy dealing with it that Klein didn't have time to think deeply about it.
The corners of "Secret's" mouth curled up in a casual posture, seeming to be satisfied with Klein raising this question.
"It is indeed a reasonable speculation."
"But have you ever thought that my situation determines that I must use all means to conceal my existence from the world."
"For example, I would use my authority to make others deliberately ignore certain aspects of the problem when they think of me."
Klein, who was rubbing his temples, suddenly paused and said in shock:
"Can this still happen?"
"Secret" smiled more relaxedly, changed his posture, and took the initiative to popularize knowledge in this area:
"This is actually something that Sequence Three of the 'Audience' pathway can do, let alone me."
If we use previous concepts, it can be regarded as a kind of "memetic" pollution if it can be achieved to this extent... Klein shook his head for this statement that he could not verify at all.
, didn’t pay much attention, but took out the pocket watch inside his coat and took a look.
Silently, the crimson color on "The Fool's" seat suddenly erupted, and the gray fog returned to the state where only "Mystery" was alone.
The god with a beautiful face snorted, and then slightly lazily tapped the armrest of the high-backed chair. His thoughts extended to further places through the special features of Origin Castle.
...
In the muddy underground cave, Fabuti briefly appeared in his true form and devoured the corpse whose mind was filled with great terror and strong emotional power before death.
On the wet cave floor, the body with broken bones was drained of blood, leaving only a dry and flat layer, and the entire body was built into the ground.
Suddenly, the ancient god who was eating stopped and his body began to tremble.
At the wound on his abdomen, the lingering gray mist suddenly swelled, and a thick black blood flowed out of his wound uncontrollably, got into his shadow, and stretched thin on the ground.
Fabuti, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at his own shadow and bent down deeply.
"Secret."
The shadow whose specific shape could not be clearly seen swayed, and the dust on the ground floated into the air, forming a line of text on its own.
"When will your operation begin?"
Fabuti, who had his "main artery" strangled, was able to bend and stretch, and answered with a correct attitude:
"Soon, I have controlled several 'demons' and can start the plan at any time."
The dust in the air changes again.
"Very good. After completing the task, I will fulfill my promise. At the same time, you also need to start the second step of the plan and bring enough sacrifices to Medici to help him get out of trouble."
"Yes." Fabuti bent even deeper, with several huge dragon heads almost touching the ground.
The light and shadow in the cave swayed, and the extended shadow returned to normal, but his abdomen was still a blur of flesh and blood, and the gray fog was thin.