In front of the spacious street, a luxury carriage with an all-black appearance and no heraldry decoration parked in front of the luxurious houses facing the street. Under the noon sun, it was inevitably dyed with the bright red color of some greenhouses and flower rooms.
Although the temperature outside Backlund has dropped to single digits due to the recent cold wave, this bungalow seems to exist in another season, incompatible with the surrounding bleak environment, and stands out among the beige buildings.
Although not known to everyone, the owner of this house is Duke Negan's favorite mistress, a girl who has just turned twenty.
It is for this reason that even though it is almost twelve o'clock, the large and small windows of this house are still blocked by tassel decorations and curtains. Looking from the outside, not only can't you see anything, but there are also people patrolling around the courtyard.
The guard returned a threatening look.
"Enter through the foyer, then stay at the partition on the second floor for five minutes, and finally the master bedroom..." In another bungalow adjacent to the luxurious house, Jason Beria, who has high cheekbones, leans against the rich man's back.
The shadow, a pair of blue eyes with a hint of gray, had no point of view, staring blankly at the two miserable corpses placed on the ceremonial ground in front of him.
In the attic of the house without light interference, the ritual symbols made of blood exuded a strange purple color. One of the two corpses placed crosswise had both eyes missing, and the other had both ears completely cut off, and their limbs were all cut off.
Opened wide and accurately placed on the established ritual track, the organs that belonged to them were connected to Jason Belial through ritual magic.
This is a ritual magic handed down from the heyday of the "Demon" in the Third Age. It is a strict ritual that requires at least praying to the "Blood Duke" before receiving a response.
In the original plan, Jason Belial planned to pray to the angel in his family to help him complete the mission he obtained from the organization that cannot be named.
But in the ceremony that is being carried out now, the mark engraved in the center of the position is clearly the coat of arms of the former "Lord of the Abyss" - Fabuti.
He didn't react at all, as if that was the way it should be.
In the luxurious courtyard, eyes and ears wandering in the rich shadows quietly approached the tightly closed bedroom, where moving sounds could be heard from time to time.
Under the control of Jason Belial, they carefully avoided the followers who were on guard on both sides of the door.
In the perspective filled with blood red and black and white, a man with black hair and blue eyes and no features stood meticulously by the door. Even with the hearing of the "Wind Blessed One", he could clearly hear every move in the room.
, and did not show any dissatisfied expression, just like a doll that had been entered into a predetermined program.
"Brainless Storm Cultists..."
Jason, who was hiding in the shadow of the attic, smiled contemptuously, and then turned his head in another direction as if he was really moving his eyes.
Turning his eyes in the shadow, another guard - a blond young man stood on one side similarly sculptured, but compared to the other guard, his eyes did not have much awe for duty, but more of awe.
Almost indifferently calm.
"A...standard 'lawyer'." Jason gave his evaluation accurately, stood up and moved forward, stepping on the ritual track with his leather shoes, extinguishing the ongoing ceremony.
The thick shadow then boiled, and the remaining blood and the corpse were ignited by the sulfur flames. The hard floor suddenly became soft, as if a huge mouth of the abyss swallowed up all the traces of sin in the attic, along with those already in the shadow.
eyeballs and ears together.
There were still only a few passers-by on the street with the cold wind blowing. The bodyguard responsible for guarding the perimeter of the courtyard was attracted by the sound on the side. He looked around and saw an ordinary hired carriage speeding away and soon drove out.
his vision.
............
In the restaurant near St. Samuel's Cathedral, Klein locked the bathroom door tightly. After repeatedly confirming that it could not be opened from the outside, he completed the four steps of walking backwards with great difficulty, and climbed into the gray fog.
above.
As he expected, "Mystery" was sitting in the "World" position, and it seemed that it had been waiting for him for a long time.
"It seems that you should have met that...Will through the connection between us?"
It seemed that he really didn't know the other party's true identity, so Klein chose to refer to him by his current "legal title".
"That's right, although I was a little surprised at first."
"Secret" tapped the mottled tabletop with a calm voice.
Somewhat surprised... Klein nodded slightly, his eyes lowered and he didn't know what he was thinking.
He deliberately glanced at the simple notes placed in his right hand, and in order to save time, he asked several questions in one breath.
"Then what do you think of the conditions Will gave?"
"Should I help him?"
"Also, who is he?"
Although the three questions asked together may sound a bit aggressive, but when he thinks about his body still squatting on the toilet in the bathroom, Mr. Auceptin is guarding the door, and he may be unable to bear it at any time.
Klein had to do this for the bathroom door.
"Are you really..." Listening to Banshen's unceremonious question, "Secret" shook his head with a half-smile, but quickly answered these questions.
"First, the conditions He gave you are not equal from my point of view, and if you have a chance in the future, or finally choose to accept my help, and meet Urolius, what you will get from Him will never be the same.
Just a short period of luck."
As if to make his words more convincing, "Mystery" displayed two lines of names written in Elvish in the air in a humane manner.
Ouroleus, the Angel of Destiny, contains two parts of the King of Angels with one sequence and one characteristic.
Will Asceptin, Sequence One of the Paths of Destiny, "The Mercury Snake".
In other words, they are all Sequence One angels?
Klein was not happy because he knew the serial name of another angel. Instead, he felt a headache because he was inadvertently involved in the competition between two top angels.
"Secondly, you will not be in any danger by helping him. After all, Ourolius can also detect the special aura on your body, and he will never harm you."
After erasing those two lines of characters, "Secret" tapped the table gently and gave the answer to the second question.
Third... After waiting for a while, Klein suddenly raised his head and found that the other party still had no intention of answering the third question.
"Is there a problem with Will Asceptin's identity?"
He actually saw a trace of tangle on half of his face.
"No." Returning to the most normal and peaceful expression, "Mystery" denied Klein's conjecture, but still paused before telling the answer to the question, "Now, the name Will Asceptin is Him
Their real name involves one of the powers of the 'Mercury Snake'. They can restart their lives and grow up again within a period of time."
"That's why you will look like a child when you see him again."
In order to prevent Klein from realizing anything more, "Mysterious" unknowingly speeded up his speech, and finally said the part that troubled him.
"But in the second era, He also had another identity, called the God of Luck."
God of luck?
Klein, who was still a little confused about the trouble caused by the first sequence, suddenly became energetic and repeated the last word.
"Lucky God?"
He remembered that not long ago, "Secret" once said to him that the "divineer" did not control most of the fate-related authority, but it was still slightly involved in the category of "so far away", so he translated it based on the secret text
Only the honorable name will be effective.
Moreover, the difference between luck and good luck seems to be not that big... The seeds of doubt in his heart kept sprouting, and Klein looked at his half body with a trace of exploration in his eyes.
"Yes, in the Second Age, the Elf King Sunya Solem controlled part of the power of the 'destiny' path. For this reason, the elves at that time still had a certain number of extraordinary people in the 'destiny' path, and Lucky
The God of God is the angel of His destiny."
Knowing what Klein was thinking of, "Mystery" took the initiative to reveal this part of the historical secrets, and also added:
"Of course, after the fall of the Elf King, the elves were almost left with the extraordinary people of the 'Storm' path, and the 'God of Luck' also had to start fleeing to avoid the attacks from Uro because he had mastered a sequence one characteristic.
The pursuit of Leus."
In other words, this God of Luck, like "Mystery", was originally an elf, but due to the special sequence, he had to flee and finally became the current Will Asceptin?
Moreover, Ouroleus, the Angel of Destiny, seems to be the king of angels under the throne of the Creator, and he still serves the true Creator.
Then this matter seems very suspicious... "Secret" doesn't even dislike the true creator who has become what he is now, so even according to Aiwujiwu's psychology, he should help those who are closer to him
Ouroleus wipes out the enemies.
Klein thought carefully for a while, but found that he could not figure out the logic.
This involves huge historical factors from the Second Age to the present. In the absence of too much information, it is almost impossible for him to guess the thoughts among several beings who can be called Him.
Considering the urgency of time, he suppressed the questions in his mind.
"So what do you think, should I accept Will Asceptin's commission?"
Feeling the burning gaze coming from the top, "Secret" seemed to have light flickering in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he nodded slightly.
"For now, this may be the best choice, but you need to ask Him to extend your luck, or ask Him to make a charm for you, which can release a certain amount of luck at the right time."
At the end, "Secret" raised his chin slightly.
"Just say this is my will."
"But why is there an additional clause?"
Klein didn't quite understand the final arrangement of "Mysterious".
He does not think that this clause is just to get more "returns" for him. If it is just for some luck, then "Mystery" can directly give it to him, or entrust it to the more powerful angel of fate under the true creator.
"Because I also have enemies."
"What?"
"Mysterious" was the abrupt answer, leaving Klein unable to react for a moment.
"Because I also have enemies, and their eyes are now fixed on Backlund. If the power comes from me and my allies, it will be easily associated by people with intentions, but if it comes from threats that have almost no connection with me,
You, O'Saint, have justifiable reasons for receiving a blessing sufficient to help you escape dangers you are now unable to cope with."
Although his voice was as calm as usual, his speaking speed was much faster, and his casual sitting posture was replaced by seriousness.
"After leaving the gray fog, you need to contact Him immediately with the token He gave you,"
As soon as Klein opened his mouth, "Mysterious" had already read his mind and quickly added:
"You don't need to enter the dreamland. You just need to write what you just said on the paper crane, and it will be received."
"Furthermore, if my hunch is correct, you should encounter some dangers in the near future, so his luck is very important."
............
In the bathroom, Klein looked at the Paper Crane, which was much different than when he first got it. He stroked the creases with his fingers, shook his head, and put it into his wallet.
Click.
The closed black wooden door slowly opened. Due to the negative effects of the human skin mask, the muscles on his face became as cold as ice without even the effort of Klein himself.
He glanced at Neville Asceptin, who was squatting at the door of the bathroom with an anxious look on his face, pacing back and forth, and tightened his grip on his cane again.
"Come on sir, I think we can go visit Mr. Bishop."
............
It is obviously noon, but in St. Samuel's Church, the darkness belonging to the goddess seems to be the main color in this small church. Just stepping into it will make people forget the sadness and bitterness of the world. It is peaceful here.
Although there is only a thin line between heaven and reality.
In the large prayer hall, although his heart was already on fire, due to other believers praying, Neville Asceptin could only huddle "devoutly" on the chair close to the bishop, looking forward to the end of the prayer session.
Further away, Klein hid under the shadow cast by the dome of the prayer hall, his gaze lowered on the crimson moon behind the altar, staring at the red moon and stars dotting the night sky, his heart that had been tired of running around and impetuous for a long time.
Calm down little by little.
Although he used to be a night watcher, if you really want to count, he has not really been to church a few times.
And although the specifications of St. Samuel's Church are much higher than that of St. Selina's Church, I still prefer the design of St. Selina's Church with circular holes behind the altar to imitate the starry sky...
As a steam believer on the surface, he had to retract his gaze and look at the bishop who was in charge of preaching again.