Walls of silent spirituality surrounded a small corner. Klein, who had already walked four steps backwards, fell onto the single bed covered with off-white sheets. The four black spots on the back of his hands shone brightly.
Wrapped in spirituality, Klein's spirit body quickly passed through the layers of gray fog filled with roars and murmurs, and arrived at the palace that seemed to be the residence of an eternal giant.
It's Backlund time now, 2:50 pm.
Klein rubbed the armrest of the stone high-backed chair and said in his usual voice:
"Who among us will host the party later?"
Seemingly empty, at the top of the long bronze table that was buried in the gray mist, there was a burst of crimson flash, and green and black tentacles emerged from it, squirming, and after a few rotations, it transformed into a figure wearing pitch black.
Image of man in robe and hood.
His facial features were blurred, and only soft lines and a faint smile could be seen vaguely.
"Of course it's you, isn't this what we agreed on?"
"You refused the help of my angels, so before you succeed in revenge, I will not get too involved in your life. The party organized by you should also be hosted by you."
"Why, you're not expecting me to host the meeting and then give you free knowledge while solving the puzzles for those little guys, are you?"
Tsk... Klein's expression did not change, as if he had never had any thoughts in this regard, and he tried very calmly:
"I'm already half of you, why can I tell you so clearly?"
"For a being like you, knowledge should have become an incidental resource, not very precious, right?"
"Secret" did not refute directly, but smiled extremely abnormally, with a gentle voice:
"I dare to give it to you, do you dare to ask for it?"
Do you dare to ask for it... Even though Klein has the blessing of the "Joker" ability to control his expression, the muscles on his face still have a subtle twitch, and his sitting posture is a little stiff.
Without waiting for his answer, the "Secret" sitting at the head of the long table silently disappeared and blended into the ubiquitous gray fog here.
"Tsk." The nervous Klein moved his neck up and down, left the stone chair where he was currently, and walked slowly towards the opposite side.
As he sat down, the strange symbol symbolizing the gray fog on the high-backed stone chair quickly took shape. Half a pupilless eye and twisted lines were mixed with each other, giving people a natural sense of contradiction.
He raised his arm slightly, spreading his spirituality, and put the reminder that the party was about to begin into the crimson stars corresponding to the small "sun".
After doing all this, he looked around at the edge of the table in front of his seat and found that the old notes in the lower right corner were still placed far away, but he could clearly see that new power was blessing the surface, like an invisible chain.
Klein picked up the note with both hands and tentatively opened it.
Sure enough, he couldn't open it... Feeling the change of breath on the note, he put it back on the corner of the table.
"I don't know why the 'God of Mystery' wants to strengthen the power of this note again. Is there anything in it that I can't read?"
With thoughts racing in his mind, Klein suddenly realized that he had almost forgotten that the party time was approaching, so he had to spread his spirituality again and touch several strange stars located in the center of the palace dome.
"Getting ready to party"
............
Backlund, Queens.
Audrey was facing her philosophy teacher when gray mist suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and the deep voice of "The Fool" sounded in her ears.
"Oh, Ms. Moro, I may not be feeling well." She adjusted her sitting posture almost reflexively, making a perfect movement that made her feel as if she would faint immediately.
Amid the concerned and panicked inquiries from the tutor on the side, and the teasing eyes of her personal maid Anne, Audrey returned to her bedroom, lay down flat on the bed, and lost consciousness as if she was resting normally.
............
"Derrick, won't you look at it again?"
Derrick, who had just sneaked away to the "black market" with his companions, declined the invitation of his friend Dak, and ran back home hesitantly, using the excuse that he had recently practiced magic and was in poor mental condition.
After locking the door, he carefully lit a candle, squatted nearby, holding a bone-white ceramic piece tightly in his hand, and silently counted his heartbeat.
............
Edge of the Mist Sea.
Alger locked himself in the captain's cabin of the "Blue Avenger". The fossil pendant given by Edmund was placed randomly on the map, and a burst of light purple filled the air.
Is this the lost ruins mentioned in the message given by His Highness?
I have just been promoted, so don’t be too anxious, just take the time... Not long ago, Alger had successfully been promoted to "Wind Blessed" by taking advantage of Qilingos's characteristics.
He tapped his finger lightly on a coordinate marked by a purple shimmer, and used the ability of "navigator" to deduce possible encounters and future weather changes one by one in his mind.
Suddenly, deep red water surged from the bottom of his eyes.
"Mr. Fool!"
The chaotic thoughts in his mind suddenly returned to silence. Feeling the invisible pressure on his shoulders, he lowered his head very "devoutly" and allowed the tide to swallow him up.
............
boom!
The seats on both sides of the long bronze table were filled with bursts of deep red. Three figures of different shapes were stretched or filled under the guidance of the spirit body, and quickly took shape.
"Good afternoon! Mr. Fool."
Audrey, who was the first to gather her consciousness, raised her voice and stood up to say hello happily.
Mr. "The Hanged Man" has been promoted?
Klein, who had activated his spiritual vision, turned his gaze away from the Hanged Man, stayed on her for a second, and replied very casually:
"Good afternoon, Miss Justice."
After the three of them had finished their salutes, they took their seats.
The "Hanged Man" sitting on Klein's left made a respectful gesture with his back slightly bowed.
"Dear Mr. Fool, I have obtained the 19 pages of Emperor Russell's diary that I mentioned to you before."
"In addition, I must thank you for appointing your own angel to get rid of Qilingos and selflessly gifting me with his characteristics. I will directly count these diaries as reward."
The appointed angel? Reward? Klein recalled the letter that Mr. Azik sent to him afterwards, and recalled the sentence in it, "I met an old friend."
It seems that "Secret" had already woken up at that time, and he specially sent his own angel?
Qilingos is only equivalent to a Sequence Five. No matter how weak Mr. Azik is, a being who surpasses ordinary demigods and is suspected of being an angel will not be defeated by him, right?
Klein was slightly puzzled, but due to the lack of relevant information, he could only act indifferently and nodded indifferently.
"I see."
Mr. "Fool" approved this transaction, and in his heart, Russell's diary seemed to have a very high status... Alger's heart relaxed, and he bent down more humbly, and said in a deep voice:
"My current memory limit is six pages. Please allow me to present it to you several times."
"Okay." Klein, who was still thinking about how involved the "secret" was in Qilinges' case, was a little absent-minded and nodded slightly.
Because I had never heard of Russell, and it was impossible to have the opportunity to present the "sun" of the diary, I looked at the pages of "The Hanged Man" as the diary appeared, and I looked away with a hint of envy, and glanced at
After glancing at Miss Justice and realizing that the other party had made no move, he considered and said:
"Mr. Fool, I recently obtained something related to a mysterious existence - a three-headed dragon in Silver City. I would like to present it to you as well."
Three giant dragons?
The unexpected statement interrupted Klein's thinking. He considered for a few seconds and said in a calm voice:
"Can."
Hearing that Mr. "Fool" agreed to his request, "The Sun" looked happy and hurriedly took on the appearance of the white porcelain piece he was holding in his hand in reality.
Klein originally wanted to read Russell's diary first, but after seeing the white ceramic piece presented by "The Sun", he was inspired. He had to neatly place the six-page diary presented by the Hanged Man on the table and picked it up.
That ceramic piece.
"The three-headed dragon, the foul smell, and the honorable name written in Elvish..."
"What kind of suture monster is this?"
He could definitely confirm that the aura exuding from this ceramic shard was definitely related to the "True Creator".
As someone who has fought against the descendants of the evil god, he has the most say!
Looking at the incomplete honorary name on the ceramic piece in his hand, Klein had a sudden thought and suddenly became worried about the safety of Silver City.
"This kind of thing appears directly in Silver City. Could it be that this suspected evil god is already hiding near Silver City?"
He must warn "The Sun" that Silver City is the most precious resource in his hands, second only to Miss Justice!
Just when Klein's lips were slightly opened, his body suddenly felt sluggish, and his limbs seemed to have been filled with heavy lead stone.
"Loholid, I didn't expect him to be alive."
Isn't this what I'm talking about, "mysterious"?
He turned his head slightly and saw a being who kept saying that he would not interfere in the party. He was floating next to the stone chair at the top of the long bronze table. His hood was taken off, and his soft facial features were clearly visible.
Isn’t He afraid that others will see him?
Klein immediately turned his gaze back and found that although the expressions on the faces of the three party members sitting down were different, none of them had set their sights on the "Secret" beside him.
Don't worry, I distorted their vision and hearing. I need to explain this dragon... Klein's ears suddenly echoed with the gentle and calm voice of "Secret", and he suddenly gave up the resistance after two seconds.
I watched "myself" playing on the back of my chair.
"Mr. Fool, do you know about this giant dragon?" "Sun", who was extremely concerned about the safety of Silver City, tried his best to restrain the impatience in his words and asked quickly.
"Yes." The "Fool" in the eyes of everyone nodded slightly, with a mellow voice, "This is one of my former favored ones."
"After the catastrophe, he still persisted in the land abandoned by the gods, established his own city-state, and acted as the guardian of the land."
"However, he seemed to have lost contact with me after I fell asleep. I thought he was dead."
A descendant of a land abandoned by God!
"The Hanged Man" and "Justice", who did not fully understand the situation, were shocked, and once again felt the unfathomable power of "The Fool".
Unlike "The Hanged Man" who has actually met "The Fool's Angel", "Justice" Audrey's understanding of "The Fool" still remains as "a kind-hearted and casual god with an angel".
Curiously, he asked about the origin of Loholid.
"Mr. Fool, can you tell us more about this giant dragon?"
"I remember that the symbol of the 'audience' is the dragon."
At the top of the long bronze table, Klein glanced at Mystery with his peripheral vision and found that the other person's soft-featured face was still calm, and he actually answered the question of "Justice" directly.
Didn’t He say that He would not answer other people’s questions casually?
"Loholid is not the audience path." "Mystery" first dismissed Xiao Jiujiu in "Justice"'s heart, and then continued, "He was once a Sequence 4 'Prophet' of the 'Reader' path, and later switched to the 'Reverse'
Through the Hanging Man's path, he became a 'Three-souled Saint'."
"Prophet" turns to "Three Songs Temple"!
Doesn't everyone have to choose only one path? Audrey was just about to ask when she heard the excited voice of the "Hanged Man" opposite.
"Mr. Fool, are these two paths interchangeable in high sequences?"
Alger, who had heard some legends at sea, combined with some information in Edmund's pendant, had a flash of inspiration, and with the support of the characteristics of the "storm" path, he spoke out his guess almost without thinking.
Klein, who had heard similar information before, was not that excited, but he still tried his best to restrain his sense of existence and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity created by Mr. "The Hanged Man" and Miss "Justice" to have a wave of "himself" for nothing.
"knowledge.
Of course, I would also like to thank the little "sun" for mentioning Roholid.
Amid everyone's expectations, "Secret" glanced at the body next to him and continued to say calmly:
"'Sun', 'Audience', 'Reader', 'Sailor', 'The Hanged Man', these paths can be interchanged at the beginning of Sequence Four, including when you are promoted to Demigod in Sequence Five, this is also a choice.
Chance."
After saying that, "Secret" quickly disappeared from sight, the left side of the high-backed chair above him returned to an empty state, and the stagnation on Klein's body was also lifted.
"Mr. Fool, can you still contact that favored one now? What can I do in exchange for that favored one's protection of Silver City?" "The Sun" was not like the other two participants who had fallen into reverie.
Like others, he has never changed his desire to become the "sun", he said in a sincere tone.
I also want to know if I can contact him now... Klein, who has taken back the control of the meeting, shook his head slightly and rejected the request of the little "sun" with a low voice.
"Now is not the time."
"Sun"'s face was shrouded in gray fog, disappointment swept away, and his eyes dropped to the table with loneliness.
"Thank you for clarifying my doubts."
I felt like a magician who had deceived a child... Klein quickly looked away and looked at Justice and The Hanged Man, who were still in a state of excitement from a spiritual perspective.
In order to prevent them from asking questions that he could not answer, Klein seemed to casually pick up Russell's diary that he had placed in front of him. After roughly checking that it was correct, he stopped their mouths by reading it.
Anyway, no one dares to disturb Mr. Fool's reading time. This is the rule... He flattened the diary on the first page, and a line of crooked Chinese characters came into his eyes.
"On December 16, I once again contacted the poor guy whom Baimon called a martyr."