Dark Angel Sasrir might very well be the negative personality thatâs expelled from the ancient sun god⌠Mr. Door was once the most powerful King of Angels⌠The Abraham family also possesses at least two Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts thatâs at the level of an angel of the Apprentice pathway⌠The underlying rules of this world are chaos and madness⌠Pieces of mysticism knowledge resonated in Cattleyaâs mind, causing her to feel weighed down in addition to her shock.
If it wasnât for the Tarot Club, Mr. Foolâs protection, and The World Gehrman Sparrowâs help, she believed that it wouldnât be easy for her to obtain such knowledge. She definitely had to take a tremendous risk in exchange. If she wasnât careful, she would attract the attention of certain high-level existences, or be embroiled in madness and pain.
âThank you for your advance payment. This will greatly help me digest the potion.â Cattleya opened her eyes and thanked him sincerely.
According to her original plan, she believed that she would be able to gain some mysticism knowledge after meeting Queen Mystic. With Gehrman Sparrowâs current advance payment, her Mysticologist potion would most likely be completely digested. Unfortunately, a few days before she arrived in Backlund, Queen Mystic Bernadette had left the city to trace a lead. This left Cattleya extremely disappointed.
Upon hearing Maâam Hermitâs words, Klein, who was pretending to be The World, laughed hoarsely.
âA price is exacted for whatâs bestowed.â
As his voice echoed, he nodded at the two ladiesâJustice and The Magicianâindicating that he was also directing those words at them.
After the private gathering ended and the members left Sefirah Castle one by one, Klein stood up and walked back to the seat of honor from the bottom end of the long, mottled table, to the seat belonging to The Fool.
He leaned back into his chair and propped his elbow on the armrest as the void beside him rippled and formed halos.
These were prayer lights that came from puppets controlled by a historical projection that Klein had summoned. They had existed before the gathering, but the corresponding area had been hidden from the rest, so no one could sense it. It was only now restored to normal.
He cast his gaze at the rippling light and expanded his vision into the distance.
In the real world, a dark mountain stood erect. There was a mountain hole at the mountainside that extended downwards.
This was once a place that hid many humans who had survived the Cataclysm, but they were later turned into Dark Demonic Wolf Kotarâs marionettes.
During this period of time, Klein kept tracing the clues and found three spots where the Dark Demonic Wolff had hidden âHimself.â However, Klein didnât gain much from them.
The reason was simple. Just like now, there was a rock in the cave. On it sat a young man wearing a classic black robe, a pointed hat, a broad forehead, and a thin faceâAmon.
This Angel of Time seemed to sense the gaze from Sefirah Castle as âHeâ raised âHisâ head and adjusted âHisâ crystal monocle. The corners of âHisâ mouth curled up slightly.
ââŚâ Klein retracted his gaze, his facial muscles twitching slightly as he muttered, âWhat a haunting presence⌠Itâs not like this fellow doesnât understand the Dark Demonic Wolfâs past. Is there a need for him to destroy all the clues I need? Furthermore, âHeâ only comes slightly earlier than me every single timeâŚâ
If it wasnât because he wasnât Amonâs match, he really wanted to hang âHimâ up and beat âHim.â
Phew⌠Klein exhaled and immediately returned to the real world.
He wore a black top hat and carried a dim yellow lantern. He dispelled his maintaining of the historical projection and, without looking back, he left the mountain and ventured deep into the silent wilderness.
There was no hesitation in his footsteps, as he had already obtained detailed information about the Dark Demonic Wolf, Kotar, from the Evernight Goddess. He was well aware of the character, styles, and habits of the God of Wishes.
The reason why he was still searching for the Dark Demonic Wolfâs past was mainly because he wanted to verify the information. After all, the East Continent had been in the Forsaken Land of the Gods for more than two thousand years. The Dark Demonic Wolf had escaped the Evernight Goddessâs attention for a sufficiently long period of time, so it was very likely that some abnormalities and changes in character would occur. If he made a plan following the intelligence provided by the Evernight Goddess, there was a small chance that he would make the mistake of launching a surgical strike using an outdated map.
Under the tremendous pressure from the True Creator and Amon, the chances of the Dark Demonic Wolf transforming isnât low⌠Perhaps it has even turned abnormal or half-mad because of the excess stress⌠Klein couldnât help but lampoon inwardly.
The words âDark Demonic Wolfâ could actually be switched to âKlein Morettiâ or âZhou Mingruiâ ad verbatim. It just needed to be said in future tense.
The other reason for his persistence in pursuing the Dark Demonic Wolfâs past was that he was trying to fool Amon, making it difficult for âHimâ to guess that he had already grasped the key information.
Of course, this might not be able to deceive the God of Deceit. His main goal was to obtain a victory of the mind, so as to adjust his mental state that was overly stressed. This allowed him to reduce the frequency at which he sought Miss Justiceâs treatment.
Well, from the looks of it, the Dark Demonic Wolf still maintains its clarity and rationality in the late Second Epoch. It wasnât as violent as when it first fused with other Beyonder characteristics, bloodthirsty, crazy⌠âHisâ most important personality appears to not have changed; ever so suspicious. âHeâ doesnât even trust âHisâ own marionettes. Once âHeâ decides to migrate, âHeâ would leave all the marionettes that âHeâ had before and sever all connections⌠Also, the Dark Demonic Wolf seems to have migrated from the east over here⌠As he thought about it, Klein came to an abrupt stop. Under the darkness that was void of stars and the crimson moon, he cast his gaze in a particular direction by relying on his spiritual intuition.
His expression gradually turned solemn as he raised his right hand and pressed on his silk top hat.
Then, he adjusted the direction he was heading in and walked towards where his eyes were trained at.
That was the east.
In the endless darkness, the lantern in his hand cast a lonely shadow. His trench coat was almost the same color as the distant night as his footsteps quickened.
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Backlund, Empress Borough, inside the Hall familyâs luxurious mansion.
Audrey sat in front of the dressing table and began to seriously consider how to release the âbaitâ in a seemingly reasonable fashion.
During this process, she suddenly thought of something.
That was that, if she wanted to go near a Beyonder gathering and monitor the thoughts of the participants, there was a lack of quick and efficient methods.
As a Sequence 4 demigod, she neither could fly nor âTeleport.â She also couldnât use the flames to âjumpâ secretly. It would be fine if it was late at night, but if she wanted to use dreams as a springboard, she could only rely on her feet during the day and evening.
Oh⌠Actually, my speed isnât slow, but if I were to run faster than a steam train, I would definitely attract attention⌠There are so many powerhouses in Backlund, so thereâs no lack of existences that can see through my âPsychological Invisibilityâ⌠Similarly, in my dragon form, I can fly, but thatâs just too eye-catching⌠Currently, I can only let my consciousness and Spirit Body enter the sea of collective subconscious, while Iâm unable to bring my body in⌠As she pondered about the matter, Audrey could only consider purchasing Sealed Artifacts or mystical items that had âTravelingâ powers while deciding to travel through dreams if there were dreams. Otherwise, she could only rely on walking, carriages, or the metro.
What a simple demigod⌠Hmm, itâs no wonder the full name is half-human, half-god. Those terrifying Beyonder powers are the godly side of things, while these are the human side of things⌠Audrey gave a self-deprecating laugh and reined in her thoughts.
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Backlund, Hillston Borough.
Sitting beside the fireplace, Fors opened a book that was propped on her thigh as a platform for her to write.
Holding a pen in her hand, she stared at the horizontal lines on the paper and the tarot cards that were scattered on the ground for a long time.
âWhatâs wrong? You donât want to lie to your teacher? No, everything you write will be the truth⌠You donât want to set up your teacher?â Xio walked over, crouched down, and looked up into Forsâs eyes.
Fors shook her head.
âNo, itâs not because of this.
âI do feel a little guilty, but I know that this is a good thing for the Abraham family.
âIâm just hesitating. I keep feeling that our destinies will change after writing this letter.â
âAh?â Xio was a little stunned when she heard that. She didnât quite understand what her good friend meant.
Fors let out a sigh and said, âThe battles from the past and now were actually not that dangerous for us. We had the ability to avoid it and obtain the corresponding resources to continue our peaceful lives. Therefore, my feelings for them donât run deep.
âWeâre like people standing beside a torrent. We could have watched everything go by safely, but after writing this letter, we might perhaps be swept into the torrent.â
Xio listened quietly. She opened her mouth and pursed her lips.
âIf not for this, do you think we can avoid the torrent of fate?â
As she spoke, she picked up a tarot card from the ground.
The surface of the card depicted an angel blowing a trumpet and the deceased.
Judgment card.
Fors looked at the deck of tarot cards for a while before closing her eyes. She pulled her hair back and smiled.
âI understand.
âThis is an inevitable destiny.â
After praying to Mr. Fool and after obtaining The Magician card, it was an unavoidable destiny.
The fountain pen in Forsâs hand finally landed on the letter.
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Pritz Harbor.
Dorian Gray Abraham, who had long left the fishermenâs association and changed his identity, tore open the letter sent by his student.
As he quickly browsed through it, his expression went from shock, joy, and confusion to horror.
Bang!
Dorian threw away the letter in his hand and knocked down the table in front of him. It was like a monster hiding on that piece of paper with a curse.
He retreated to another corner, pulled open the drawer, and took out some items. Then, he rushed to the door and prepared to leave.
When his right hand touched the brass doorknob, Dorianâs actions suddenly slowed down and finally stopped.
He slowly turned around and cast his gaze at the letter on the ground. There was a complicated look in his eyes.
After a few seconds, Dorian Gray Abraham slowly walked towards the letter. He walked with hesitation, feeling the dilemma and struggles, but he didnât stop. It was as if he had been seduced by the devil.