The soft voice of the "Night Goddess" echoed in the quiet environment, like a lullaby at night.
"I didn't expect you to arrange such an identity for her." Zhou Mingrui asked casually.
"Night Goddess" said with a little smile on her shadow-covered face:
"Rather than passively accepting the influence of believers like before, I hope she can deepen her humanity through the most intuitive feelings. Compared with the way she used to exude the brilliance of motherhood, a little girl like her is more suitable to do more energetic things.
thing."
"For example, working for your 'Red Glove'?" Zhou Mingrui raised his eyebrows and joked, "This can indeed restrict her to a certain extent, huh, of course it is more about your application of 'fear' authority.
I don’t know what kind of ‘nightmare’ you have weaved for her.”
The figure of the "Night Goddess" fluctuated slightly. She stood in the quietly rippling darkness, giving people a very unreal feeling.
"The essence here is still a dream that unfolds with the help of 'secret'. We shouldn't waste time on this kind of thing."
Zhou Mingrui looked around, and after a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said:
"I'm sorry, I just woke up and I haven't been able to balance my mental state well."
"Can you manifest a moon?"
Zhou Mingrui could feel the gaze of the "Night Goddess" cast towards him. He felt the other person's eyes hidden under the shadow veil, and under the guidance of spiritual intuition, he raised his head and looked at the night sky decorated with dazzling lights.
There are the eternal stars, they are shining, surrounded by a huge silver moon, the false stars are hanging high in the sky, benevolently scattering the bright silver light from the past, illuminating the world shrouded in the night sky.
, the boundless sea of sleeping flowers and night herbs.
Clouds of cold fog appeared around Zhou Mingrui, and they quickly dispersed. They seemed to be shaped by pairs of invisible giant hands in the air, forming a gray-white outline of urban ruins.
Under Zhou Mingrui's control, the rough outline seemed to be combined with the image in his memory, gradually solidifying, turning into a real ruins sitting on a sea of flowers.
He didn't care whether this action was rude in the eyes of others, he just found a relatively clean stone and sat down directly.
The "Goddess of the Night" looked at Zhou Mingrui's series of actions and asked in a calm voice:
"You seem to have regained a lot of your humanity. Is this the influence of Klein Moretti on you?"
"I'm more inclined to think this is a kind of pollution." Zhou Mingrui nodded without concealment, "After all, I can only control the 'Origin Castle' by relying on my connection with him, and the most direct way is to use the spirit and essence.
connections between them.”
He paused and then said:
"In his dream, his strong homecoming emotion in the deepest part of his mind really affected me. Although I will no longer grow, it still evoked a part of me that I had gradually forgotten, and in a disguised form, it elevated me to the extreme.
One-sided humanity in a field is more of an extreme emotional contamination than a cure, like a malevolent spirit."
"But this also shows that the experiment we did at the end of the Fourth Age was successful, and he is the best proof." "The Goddess of the Night" said in a calm tone, as if she had blended into the surrounding environment.
The two of them suddenly fell into silence. It wasn't until Zhou Mingrui saw "Heiye"'s figure faded again that he spoke slowly:
"How much do you know about the movements of 'Uncertain Mist' and 'Adam'?"
The figure of the "Night Goddess" fluctuated slightly and said calmly:
"I'm not quite sure about the real goal of 'Uncertain Mist'. After all, it has too many choices in terms of restoring strength, whether it's 0-02 or 0-05 in the hands of Bernadette, or even the current Loen royal family.
The uniqueness of the 'Black Emperor' he has mastered, he has too many possible targets. I would not be surprised even if he gets his hands on a Sequence One characteristic. Although it is better than nothing for him, for us, this may be a complete lock-in.
The key to a trump card."
"As for 'Adam,' his biggest goal in the near future is to become a god, but I suspect that he still has in his hands some of the 'preparations' that you studied with him in his heyday."
"I have participated in the 'preparation'. Do you doubt that Saslier is still alive?" Zhou Mingrui asked thoughtfully.
"Night Goddess" nodded slightly, her voice became a little ethereal:
"After all, the existence of the first 'Profane Slate' restricted the 'Hanged Man' from entering the depths of the Giant King's Court. Sasriel may have taken advantage of a state similar to yours now. Although he maintained consciousness, he himself
Trapped there."
"Moreover, 'Adam's' recent actions reminded me of a fact that was ignored by us at the time. Before Redemption Rose took action, who was most likely to have contact with Saslier without being discovered?"
"You mean Adam?" Zhou Mingrui suddenly raised his voice and frowned, "But he probably hadn't awakened yet at that time. He should have been with Amon and was arranged away from the Giant King's Court."
"Perhaps when He wrote Adam's underlying program, he left a backdoor, a backup personality clone. Such a level of awakening would not reveal any flaws." "The Goddess of the Night" softly put forward her speculation.
"This level of avatar can preserve a part of his humanity, and it also confirms the attitude of 'The Hanged Man' towards 'Adam', which is to be wary but not hostile." The corners of Zhou Mingrui's mouth curled up slightly, as if he thought of something happy.
, "The only one who has shown hatred from beginning to end is 'Adam', isn't he?"
No wonder that when he briefly woke up in the Fifth Age, many of Roselle's suspicious behaviors related to himself, who joined the Twilight Hermits, were ignored. It turned out that he was not the only divinity left with the most utilitarian thinking as the criterion.
.....
Ha, if it were me, I would definitely do anything for the greater good. Thinking of this, Zhou Mingrui laughed at himself:
"I think I know the general situation. Thank you for your help, Amanissis."
"Night Goddess" shook her head gently, her voice as soft as a nocturne:
"I still have two questions."
Zhou Mingrui raised his eyebrows and motioned for his old friend in front of him to continue.
"Night Goddess" still had that gentle nocturne-like voice, and said lightly:
"How are you going to deal with the relationship between you and 'him'?"
Zhou Mingrui couldn't help but froze for a moment when he heard this question. He turned his head and looked at Klein who was 'sleeping' at his feet. He smiled hoarsely:
"I thought you would ask me why I deliberately allowed little Zaratul to take away the characteristics of the 'Servant of Secrets'."
He looked at Klein's face with his eyes closed at his feet and fell into a trance for a moment. He was silent for a long time before saying:
"I don't know, he and I are different. Apart from sharing the memory of the past, there is nothing similar between us. Even if he finally gets my memory, he is not the same person anymore, just like
I never expected Him to really be resurrected. 'Adam' and 'The Hanged Man' were just part of Him's own personality, almost another person. But Klein, after all, he was a hybrid of 'Klain'
For this new personality, my memory may be just a movie he has watched, nothing more."
Zhou Mingrui took a long breath and said in a deep voice:
"Amanisis, if I do anything irrational in the future, please kill me."
The "Goddess of the Night" just looked at her old friend sitting on the ruins quietly, until the whole dream shattered and turned into nothing.
Klein raised his head suddenly, as if he had been greatly frightened.
He rubbed his aching brows and found that his environment had not changed. He was still in the alchemy room of the Nighthawks team. Opposite him was still Fu, who was wearing a formal suit and had dark, silky long hair.
Deacon Lan Amani.
Did I just see the projection of the goddess’ kingdom? Is this the process of ‘taking an oath’ to let the gods notice you?
Indeed, if this is the case, under the watchful eye of the goddess who is the 'Mother of Secrets', it is impossible for me to violate the restrictions imposed on me by the temple, but the question is, what oath did I make?
Klein only remembered that the goddess looked at him, but neither Deacon Amani nor the goddess told him the content of the oath.
Although I can guess that the existence of the 'acting method' should not be revealed, and it is impossible for the goddess to talk to me... Klein looked at Fran and asked carefully:
"Your Excellency Amani, is this all right?"
Fran stood in the middle of the alchemy room, sorted out the wrinkles on her clothes when she was maintaining the ritual, and said in a cold voice:
"This is a fixed process, mainly to let you enter the sight of the goddess. As for the content of the oath, this has been determined at the beginning of the ceremony."
Then, she carefully examined Klein's current state, nodded, and continued:
"You can go prepare the potion."
Finally... Klein finally got a chance to relax from the tense mood in his heart. He solemnly walked towards the long table where the formula and materials of the 'Joker' potion were placed, and picked up the sheepskin containing the potion.
Paper.
He glanced at the various materials on the table. There was a palm-sized gray horn that was crystal clear, with flowing brilliance and layers of strange patterns inside; there was also a blue rose with human face patterns.
Adult Hornakis Gray Goat Crystal with Single Horn and Full Human Face Rose!
He skillfully took out the tools needed to refine the potion, closed his eyes slightly, and recalled in his mind the first time he entered this room, and the scene when Old Neil prepared the 'Soothsayer' potion for himself.
His eyes were slightly moist, he took a breath, then slowly exhaled it, restrained his emotions that were about to spread, and mixed the potion according to the requirements of the formula.
"80 ml of pure water, five drops of datura juice..." He silently recited the amounts of various ingredients and put them into the crucible in order.
After the main materials blended with each other in the crucible, and the liquid in it was dyed with three colors of gold, yellow, and red, he couldn't help but hold his breath until those colors were intertwined with each other, stabilized, and appeared unusually clear.
Klein took a deep breath.
He watched the bubbles in the crucible rolling up and up in the liquid, rising and breaking, and he couldn't help but feel nervous, excited and looking forward to it.
He transferred the potion to a glass bottle aside and looked back at Fran Amani, who was still standing in the middle of the alchemy room with a cold face.
Why are you like a child... Fran suppressed the emotions in her heart, put a faint smile on her face, and whispered encouragement:
"Don't worry, so far, I don't see anything wrong with your operation.
As she spoke, she seemed to have remembered something and added:
"Even if you fail your promotion, as long as you don't lose control immediately or break into a puddle of flesh, I can save you."
Madam, you have indeed dispelled my uneasiness... Klein nodded, skillfully removed the silver chain from the cuff of his left arm, and used the citrine pendant to divine whether he was in danger.
After getting the confirmed result, Klein no longer hesitated, raised the cup, raised his head slightly, and drank the potion in one gulp.
so bitter!
The moment the potion slipped into Klein's throat, it quickly decomposed under the guidance of his own spirituality, transforming into yellow, red, or golden light spots that penetrated into his body.
He felt as if his spirit had floated to infinite heights. He watched as his spirit seemed to be subdivided into several parts, absorbed by the countless light spots that escaped, and penetrated into every cell in his body.
middle.
It was a change that could be felt from the inside out, and it quickly reshaped Klein's body in a matter of seconds.
At the same time, outside Klein's field of vision, a thick gray fog had completely enveloped him. Within it, he once again saw familiar hallucinations and gibbering.
Under the hall supported by thick gray pillars, a huge stone throne stood in the middle. In the empty palace, terrifying roars continued to echo.
Klein closed his eyes and thought about the stacked balls of light in his mind, each one different from the previous ones, with strange light balls of fuzzy insects nested inside them.
In this way, he relied on the most basic meditation to get rid of the situation where his spirituality was slightly overflowing and he was slightly out of control.
Klein stood next to the long table where the "Joker" potion ingredients were once placed, sighed slowly, and opened his eyes.
He has clearly realized that he has been successfully promoted to the "Joker" of Sequence Eight.
A burst of crisp applause rang out, attracting Klein's slightly dazed spirit, leading him to turn his head and look at Fran Amani, who seemed to have never moved since he entered the room.
The young senior deacon was applauding while looking at Klein with a strange look.
From her perspective, Klein's eyes were dark and deep, making people feel inexplicably terrifying just by looking directly at them.