"I heard that there is an Aurora 'listener' who is looking for traces of the true Creator, the sanctuary they preach about."
"True Creator?" Audrey asked doubtfully.
"That is an ancient existence that many mysterious organizations and secret sects believe in. They believe that the Creator has not completely died, and that His remaining core is the True Creator." Alger roughly explained, "Since the Fifth Age, the True Creator has
It has appeared in many images, such as the hanging giant, the eyes behind the shadow curtain, haha, many people believe that when Emperor Russell invented the Tarot cards, he referred to the image of the real Creator, so the Hanged Man came into being.
Play a card."
Having said this, he looked at Rawls and said:
"There is nothing wrong with what I said, Mr. Emperor."
Hey, why are you asking me? Shouldn't you be asking Klein?
Rawls frowned, leaned forward slightly, and carefully considered his words:
"I can confirm the former. The True Creator is as real as the Seven Gods. However, at the end of the Fourth Age, He was sealed by the Seven Gods, so He will use all means to return to the real world. As for the latter, I can only
It is said that the true Creator existed before Emperor Russell."
"Sealed by the Seven Gods?"
Audrey raised Klein's doubts just right.
And Alger's eyes quietly looked in the direction of "The Fool". Was this being also sealed by the Seven Gods? He wanted to use them to return to the real world and even subvert the order of reality. Otherwise, how could he have chosen two nobles by such a coincidence?
, and myself, an extraordinary person from the Church of Storms.
He saw what was in my heart? Did he want to steal the authority and power of the Lord of Storms through me?
"Yes, he was sealed by the seven gods. It is said that he has gone completely crazy and wants to destroy the world. Even if you have seen his image or heard his voice, you will be contaminated by him and will fall into madness step by step."
Audrey and Alger both secretly breathed a sigh of relief. With the "Emperor's" words, they could at least confirm that "The Fool" was not an evil god like the true Creator.
Klein's face was obscured by thick gray fog, and his expression was a bit ugly. Fortunately, no one saw it, and no one dared to do this.
The captain saw the blood-stained Hanged Giant in Heinus Vincent's dream. Was he contaminated by the true creator? No, I want to test the "Emperor", he knows better.
This is different from Tris's situation, which is related to the captain's safety.
Klein slowly straightened up and tapped the bronze tabletop. When he saw the three people looking at him in awe and lowering their heads, he chuckled:
"So I prefer to call Him the Fallen Creator."
Alger's body trembled. After experiencing Mr. Fool's ritual, he already believed that "The Fool" was the same existence as the true God. At most, he was in a bad state. But now he calls the true creator this way, and the "Emperor" said that the true creator is the same as the real god.
The Creator was sealed by the seven gods.
Does that mean that the true Creator is stronger than any orthodox god, not even a little bit stronger, so the Seven Gods need to join forces?
Is Mr. Fool, who is obviously hostile to the true Creator and even calls him the Fallen Creator, stronger than any orthodox god?
It's a danger, but it's also an opportunity. Alger whispered silently, and then said with a bit of a smile:
"Mr. Fool, your description is indeed more appropriate. According to our observations, the proportion of extraordinary people who believe in the true Creator, no, the fallen Creator, is out of control much higher than the normal value, and most of the rest are lunatics."
Audrey was a little vague about understanding, but she understood that Mr. Fool was in a hostile relationship with the true Creator, which made her feel a little more relaxed. After all, being in a hostile relationship with an evil god shouldn't be too bad.
go.
Rawls, who had lowered his head, had a strange expression. He didn't test Klein, so if he had nothing to do in response, wouldn't he be afraid of revealing his secret?
Or does he feel that being silent all this time undermines his majesty? But he, a keyboard warrior, should understand that there are too many mistakes to make!
No, he said this after I said that people will be polluted by seeing the image of the true Creator. He was thinking of Dunn Smith.
But I can only do so much. After all, 0-08 is here, and it is useless no matter how much I do.
Hidden behind the gray mist, Klein looked at the Hanged Man helplessly, feeling a little crazy inside, but he didn't tell you!
But seeing the "Emperor" look like I won't say anything else, Klein also knew that he couldn't say anything else.
After exchanging information for a while, Klein announced that this gathering was over, cutting off the connection between the three of them and the Crimson Star.
Watching their figures shatter and disappear, Klein rubbed his brows, and suddenly he felt a faint and inconspicuous sound of prayer coming from the crimson stars near him.
Klein was refreshed, and following the method he used to spy on the "Hanged Man" last time, he let his spirituality spread and touched the crimson mass.
A blurry and distorted picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and he could only vaguely see a young man with brown hair kneeling on the ground, facing a pure crystal ball.
…
Rawls, who returned from above the gray fog, rubbed his temples and thought that he had not missed anything and had done everything he could. The next step would be up to Klein. He would devote himself wholeheartedly to it.
Acting.
Pushing open the bedroom door, Rawls waved to Morris, the valet who was waiting at the stairs, and asked:
"Have my gifts been packed?"
Morris, who had slightly darker skin, bowed respectfully and replied:
"Sir, your salute has been prepared for you."
The sound of "thump thump thump" footsteps suddenly sounded. Rawls frowned and looked at the stairs. Such a sound should not appear at home.
As the footsteps got closer and closer, a figure appeared at the top of the stairs. He had gray hair but strong movements. He was the housekeeper August.
Rawls strode over. He knew that there must be an emergency, otherwise August would not have made such an unreasonable move based on his experience.
August's hair was a little messy and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. When he saw Rawls walking towards him, he quickly adjusted his breathing. By the time Rawls walked up to him, his breathing had become much more even:
"Sir, something happened with Mr. Witte Gaude!"
Witte Gaude? What happened to him?"
Rawls was a little confused. Although Witte Gaude was expelled from the Krag Club, he was unable to make ends meet because of supporting disabled soldiers. But August told him the day before yesterday that the Nozick family compensated Witte Gaude 200
pound.
Lord Philip even compensated Vit Gaude with some money on the grounds that Hillston Police Department had mishandled the police's affairs, and thereby took down the senior superintendent.
"Mr. Gaude was seriously injured by the Zmang party members."