A place abandoned by God, outside the abandoned city.
Colin walked out of the half-collapsed city gate, holding a handful of bones that were about to fall apart.
"Chief, what is this?" Valier, who had long brown hair and a thick beard, said in shock.
Colin glanced at it, tiredness settling in his eyes.
"The residents of this city have undergone certain changes, and some may still be lurking in the ruins as monsters."
"Let's set up a small camp first and wait until the next day to explore."
The other members of the exploration team had no objections and quickly established a simple camp with the help of piles of rocks on the edge of the river bed.
At the very end of the camp, a huge boulder blocked the sky. There was no need to worry about the rain. Just below, the team members raised a pair of bonfires. The remains of various strange creatures accumulated beside them. They were thrown in as firewood from time to time. Lovia looked at them.
The chief, who she secretly winked at, sat silently at the outer edge of the camp, separating Colin, Derrick and other team members.
At the edge of the camp, Colin glanced at his companions who were each eating dry food and monster corpses, turned to Derrick and said in a low voice:
"This gang in this city is more sinister and dangerous than expected. I wonder what your opinions are on the next action?"
What do I say about the dangers that follow?
Derrick was stunned for a moment, and his left hand unconsciously touched the back of his head and scratched it a few times.
He has just started exploring and it is also his first time in this city-state. Does he have any experience? How can he have any advice that can be helpful to the chief?
Looking at Derrick who looked embarrassed, Colin looked inappropriate and said coldly without any change in his tone:
"This was originally a city-state that believed in the 'God of Mysteries'."
"The God of Mystery"... Derrick's heart suddenly moved, and he suddenly had a clear understanding.
The chief is not asking for my opinion, he wants to know if Mr. Fool has any revelations!
But Mr. Fool only said last time that you should be careful "what you see may not be true." I have already reminded the chief. There is still one day for the next gathering... As his thoughts flickered, Derrick answered sincerely.
road:
"Your Excellency, I may need a day."
The big boy was holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, his eyes wandering.
"Well, I'll probably be able to find some problems next time day and night alternate."
Colin Yinliat breathed a sigh of relief silently, but faced with such a straightforward statement, he could only nod slightly.
"Okay, let's rest where we are first."
...
Backlund Bridge area, in the room rented by the postman.
There was no one on the bench, and Amon suddenly burst into laughter as he leaned against the sky that was gradually turning orange.
She snapped her fingers, and a ball of light instantly left her body, fell on the floor aside, and split into another Amon.
The clone pinched his monocle, looked around, looked at the postman's uniform that had disintegrated and rotted along with the clone on the ground, and curled his lips.
"Is this what you call a promotion?"
"Doesn't it count to return to the shared uniqueness of the ontology?" Amon still said with his iconic smile, not caring much.
"Then why don't you accept Antigonus's suggestion, return to your uncle's arms, and take the initiative to join the Source Castle? This should be regarded as a promotion." The new postman raised his monocle, without any intention of saving face for the main body.
"We are thieves, not philanthropists."
"Since we are no longer such a positive character, we must always try to break through the bottom line and make some challenging results." Amon smiled and took off his monocle, wondering what he was thinking about.
She repeated silently:
"Yes, do something challenging."
...
Backlund time, Monday at 3 p.m.
Above the boundless gray mist, the magnificent palace stands quietly.
Unlike the "Secret" Pigeon who plays house with the little guys, he dropped the party, left the hosting task to Klein, and hid in the vast sea of fog.
Flashes of crimson flashed across the sky, and "Moon" Emlyn once again appeared above the gray fog. As soon as he regained his sight, he was attracted by a unique figure.
So, is that a doll?
Although the gray mist models the specific image of each member, it does not erase the temperament and general characteristics of the members themselves.
Emlyn looked at the blond lady sitting dignifiedly on a high-backed chair with a graceful face and an indifferent temperament. He was fascinated for a moment. It wasn't until a neat greeting came from beside him that he woke up from the intoxication.
Lin remembered the important thing to say hello to Mr. Fool.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."
"Justice" Audrey bowed slightly, and her voice sounded much lighter than last time.
Klein glanced at the aristocratic lady's still somewhat gloomy emotional aura, and couldn't help but wonder.
Has Miss Justice encountered any difficulties recently?
As the actual convener and beneficiary of the Tarot Society, Klein believes that he has an obligation to care about the mental state of the largest donor.
However, considering the majesty of "The Fool", he did not speak directly. Instead, he nodded slightly and waited for Miss Justice to share her words during the exchange session.
"Mr. Fool, I have collected two pages of Russell's diary."
"The Hanged Man" Alger gently raised his hand, manifested several pages of paper, and pushed them to the top.
Russell's diary, those things written by incomprehensible ghost symbols are actually diaries?
Emlyn was just about to ask, but considering the reserve of the vampires, he had to hold back his action. He then turned to the manuscripts of Roselle's diaries kept in the hands of Bishop Utravsky in the Church of the Earth.
"Mr. Fool, I collected a page from Russell's diary."
Sharon withdrew her gaze from Emlyn, bowed slightly, and pushed the paper in her palm upward.
Holding the three diaries in his hand, Klein quickly browsed through the dates and discovered that one of the diaries submitted by "The Hanged Man" was a duplicate, exactly matching the one submitted by Miss Justice.
This is inevitable unless I teach them the simplest method of identifying Arabic numerals, which can at least eliminate repeated dates and random fabrications... Klein sighed secretly and decided to look at Sharon first.
Diary submitted by the lady.
"On August 23, this was the second time I attended that unspeakable gathering. It was truly a miracle."
An unspeakable gathering?
Klein's interest was instantly aroused and he couldn't wait to look down.
"This party went beyond my imagination. None of the attendees could mention the name of this party outside of the party. We were connected to each other by an unimaginable dream, spanning all over the world and ignoring space. This simply satisfied my expectations.
Everything you can imagine in a fantasy world.”
Across various places, ignoring space... Klein frowned slightly, rubbed the edge of the paper, and leaned on the back of his chair.
Judging from the description, that party was very similar to the party he hosted. The only difference was that he could not prohibit members from revealing what they saw above the gray fog in reality like that party, and he relied on the gray fog instead of dreams.
Using dreams to communicate with each other seems very similar to the ability of the "Sleepless One" or "Spectator" pathways.
But Russell has been in Intis, which is not the goddess's sphere of influence... Klein continues downwards
"Well, even though it was the second gathering, I still almost made a fool of myself. You can't blame me for that. After all, the archbishop told me about the legendary 'blasphemous tablet' the day before, and introduced this tablet that records all paths and all sequences.
Today I saw one of the magic potion formulas and ritual artifacts with my own eyes, which had a huge impact on me, a rookie who can only be considered extraordinary."
"Of course, I didn't believe it when I first saw the stone slab. The words used on the stone slab were not any occult language that I knew. As a 'generalist', I have absolute confidence in my memory.
, can’t go wrong with that.”
"But even though I didn't recognize those words, I still had the illusion that I could slowly decipher the content just by looking at it, which almost led to a big mistake. Fortunately, the old man next to me reminded me, so I didn't turn into a monster.
tragedy."
"Oh, that old gentleman is really a good man. He is completely different from the other guys who want to watch me digest. He is indeed the man who created the ancient Hermes language, the founder of human mysticism."
Hermes? This is an ancient powerful man... Klein's brows moved slightly when he saw it.
With a solid foundation in mysticism, he knew very well that this old gentleman was active in that era.
Hermes created the ancient Hermes language and laid the foundation for human mysticism as early as the Second Age. It was the era when the so-called Seven Gods appeared. He was a figure from the same period as "Mysterious". Being able to absorb such a member of the party,
Who is its convener? Is it an old friend of "Mysterious"?
A wave of coldness hit him from behind, and Klein subconsciously tensed up his body. He turned his gaze slightly, only to see "Secret" floating behind him, and his gaze fell on the diary.
She noticed Klein's prying eyes, snorted softly, and disappeared without a trace again, seemingly with no intention of explaining.
Seeing this, Klein showed no reaction and turned to the second page of the diary.
Although the part submitted by Miss Sharon is very valuable, I don’t know how much content was recorded in the huge font after several times of transcribing. Even the words in the last line were completed by Klein based on the previous text.
"On March 16th, I am getting tired of this dance in Intis."
"Woman, woman, still a woman. As a young demigod who has just been promoted, I can please all the ladies and madams with almost no movement. This is so boring."
"To be honest, now I feel that chatting with that old antique Baimon is more fun than dealing with the ladies. At least she won't always want to squeeze out my rest time."
Awesome, awesome... The corners of Klein's mouth stiffened slightly, and he slowly lowered his gaze.
"Well, to be honest, after being promoted to demigod, the thing that bothers me the most is Bernadette. The little girl has grown up and is no longer daddy's little cotton-padded jacket. She actually asked me a few days ago why I should continue to improve.
Steam engine?”
"That's ridiculous. Why should we improve the steam engine? Isn't this a natural thing?"
"Maybe these are children. They still can't understand the decisions of adults. Now I am more and more afraid of sharing my 'achievements' with children. My little princess is asking me where the slaves in the Southern Continent who are as old as her come from.
Wherever it comes from, I don’t know how to answer.”
"I asked Baimon for advice on this issue. When Bernadette was born, I also wanted her to be the child's godfather, but she never provided me with help in this regard. She always emphasized that it was my own.
The thing is, only when I share the good memories with my children will this guy calm down and stop yelling at me to shut up."
"It's really strange. From what she said, she had close students and adopted daughters, and even the second son of the Creator received her education. How come she turned sexual when she came to me? My children are no better than those in myths.
Russell must not have known the truth about the earth when he was a demigod. As someone who can have a family again and have his own bloodline, he is undoubtedly happy and lucky. The remaining two time travellers, whether they are the Creator or the "Secret"
, they no longer have a normal family, and they rarely even have contact with normal humans anymore, so their thinking is inevitably biased towards divinity.
Perhaps this is also one of the purposes of "Secret" taking the initiative to help Miss Sharon get rid of pollution, and even drag her into the party?
She hopes to leave more bonds with me, just like Benson and Melissa, so that I can leave more traces in this era?
Klein leaned back slightly, let the diary disappear from his hands, and said with a smile:
"Okay, you can start."
Derrick "The Sun" looked around, looked impatiently at the top, shrank his head again, and turned to the other members and asked:
"Everyone, do you know about the high-sequence abilities of 'Stealer' and 'Soothsayer'?"
It seems that "Sun" and the others have encountered a problem in that city-state... Alger changed his sitting position slightly and said in a normal tone:
"You can first talk about what you encountered. High-sequence abilities are often complex and changeable, and their performance may not be the same in different situations."
Derrick did not hide anything and answered frankly:
"We entered the city-state that once believed in Mr. Fool twice in total. We entered through two different entrances."
"The city-state is shrouded in fog, and the interior cannot be seen clearly from the outside. Only by using the 'sun' field or other flame abilities to shine can the scene inside the city-state be seen..."
He described the experience of his first attempt with the chief and the second exploration experience shared by the chief, focusing on the changes caused by the combination of the evolutionary sealed artifact left by the "blasphemer" Amon and the power in the city-state.
A large number of static puppets and the acceleration of time... Klein, who was absent from the last meeting and didn't know the cause and effect, lightly tapped the surface of the long table and glanced at Em, who was confused and was eager for someone to explain.
Lin made a certain judgment in his heart.
There should be a Sequence 4 sealed artifact of "Soothsayer" in that city-state, or a relic that can mobilize similar power. If it is Sequence 3, it is impossible that the iconic ability of "Historical Projection" will not appear, showing dangers
And definitely higher than the description of the little "sun"...
Klein increased the grayness in front of him, flipped his palm and took out a gold coin.