Fors and Xio looked at each other, each seeing the surprise in the other's eyes.
That insanely smart golden retriever turns out to be an extraordinary dog!
Xio couldn't help but move his lips as he thought of the big dog that Audrey Hall and she used to exchange information with each other without leaving any trace…
No wonder he...she? showed such human-like disgust when approached by other dogs.
No wonder Miss Audrey was so confident in letting her carry such an expensive bag…
The camera switches again, observing Tingen from a bird's-eye view.
This time, the scene did not focus on the city of Tingen, but on the outskirts, in a house with a dark red chimney.
A middle-aged man in a double-breasted pure black clerical robe sat at the desk, holding a feather pen and writing notes.
Ince Zangwill! Leonard immediately recognized the figure, his pupils constricted, and he stared intently at the screen.
Although the drama of revenge has ended, it does not prevent him from having a deep impression of this person.
One page of the notebook was heavily scribbled out, and the following blank line read:
"What's puzzling, and lacking sufficient justification, is that Klein didn't commit suicide and managed to survive."
"Through Welch's case, he met Dunn Smith and joined the Nighthawks."
"Although this goes beyond Ince Zangwill's description, it doesn't seem to affect the development of the story."
"Bacchus and his brothers' luck turned bad. They lost their last chips at the gambling table and were heavily in debt. They decided to get some money and decided to kidnap and extort a wealthy businessman."
"When they were choosing their final hiding spot, they happened to be looking at the room across from Rel Bieber's house."
"Ince Zangwill..." Azik suddenly murmured in a deep voice.
He had chased the other man and made him take his son's skull, so that the child who worshiped and admired his father would not have peace even after death.
However, later, during the process of exploring the tomb of the god of death, the loss of the "golden ornament that replaced half of his soul eventually caused irreversible damage to him, forcing him to fall into a long sleep.
When he was pulled into this space, he was still dreaming about the figures lost in time. He didn't have time to wake up and read his students' letters, and he didn't know the whereabouts of Ince Zangwill.
Leonard's heart skipped a beat when he heard the quiet whisper, which contained hidden ripples of emotion. He suddenly felt something was wrong.
Isn't he Dwayne Dantès? The black-haired, green-eyed senior deacon of the Church of Night frowned slightly.
The old man said that Azik Eggers possessed a golden mask that allowed him to disguise himself as someone else, and this matched his speculation that Dwayne Dantès was an undead monster from the Fourth Epoch, and was connected to the Fool, and thus to Klein.
But if Azik Eggers was Dwayne Dantès, wouldn't his reaction to seeing Ince Zangwill be a little unnatural? It was clearly him who discovered that guy's whereabouts and informed Klein. He must have known he was dead, killed in our revenge, and implicated in the Amon brothers' apotheosis ritual…
Also, I originally speculated that it was "He" who guided Klein to believe in Mr. Fool, but from the film, it seems that it was Mr. Fool who marked Klein from the beginning!
Could it be that Dwayne Dantès wasn't actually Azik Eggers in disguise? Or was it another Favored One who had borrowed his mask?
But this didn't make sense in his reaction. After all, as fellow Favored Ones, if there was any relationship between him and Ince Zangwill, Klein would definitely report it to him... There shouldn't be any need to hide this kind of thing from him, because everyone in the Tarot Club is qualified to know…
Unless... Leonard thought of a possibility. Unless the relationship between Mr. Fool and "He" wasn't as he imagined! Azik Eggers wasn't Mr. Fool's favored one!
Audrey, as a spectator, looked at the screen. As a demigod in the audience path and a manipulator, she also knew the name of the potion behind the sequence and immediately had a guess.
When Mr. Hanged Man mentioned Ince Zangwill's murder, he mentioned that the 0-08 he was holding was taken away... Hmm, it was taken by A... Amon's brother. So, was that the 0-08 that Ince Zangwill was holding at this moment? Was it a quill? Audrey pondered. What was he trying to achieve?
Melissa and Benson had little knowledge of the mysterious world and had no idea what this image represented. They just instinctively sensed something was wrong.
The text displayed in the notes seemed to become a narration, and as it was read softly, the scene switched to Tingen in the rain.
A carriage drove up in the rain and stopped at the corner of the street. Two gentlemen got out. They were Klein Moretti and Leonard Michel.
A man with black hair and deep blue eyes, about thirty years old. stood in front of the window, like a sculpture, watching the two people walk into the house opposite.
As if he had lost interest, he picked up the black notebook on the table, walked out of the house without taking much with him, and closed the door.
At that moment, an invisible wind seemed to freeze behind him. isolating everything inside the door. He left without even glancing back.
The camera passed over the door panel and took in the interior - in front of the fireplace, on the rocking chair, an old woman in a black and white dress sat with her head lowered.
She was clearly lifeless, her body slightly bloated.
"At this time, Rui Er Biber has been attracted by the power of the Antigonus family notes and hopes to digest the gift from his ancestors."
"However, in his half-mad state, he failed to make the best and safest choice. He abandoned his dead mother..."
The narration voice runs through the entire scene.
As if guided by that voice, Leonard and Klein solved a kidnapping case, but Klein didn't notice anything was wrong immediately, but only realized it later.
When he brought his men here the next day, only rotten and smelly corpses were left.
Sure enough, they were defeated 0-08 without a trace! Leonard looked at the screen, regret welling up in his heart.
Even when Klein pointed out that the situation was too coincidental, he didn't take it seriously because it was all possible, and he didn't have a clear understanding of the mysterious world. Even if there was an angel parasitic in his body, he didn't ask too much out of caution and didn't follow the other party's suggestion to act stronger.
When I realized it later, it was too late, too late.
The sky in the picture changes from early morning to noon. A man in clown makeup and a tuxedo stands in the shadows of a hidden place. watching a group of people doing arm flexion movements as they walk towards the warehouse.
He took the coin and tossed it up.
"There's danger," he whispered. "I'll distract them. Go get the notes from the warehouse."
"Sealed Artifact '2-049' arrived in Tingen. Using this puppet of the Antigonus family, Dunn Smith led the Nighthawks to find Riel Biber and interrupt his digestion process."
"Riel Bieber turned into a monster and the situation got out of control for a while."
"Finally, the skilled Nighthawks defeated the monster Biber, but they immediately faced attacks from members of the Secret Order."
After the explosion, Klein just breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that the Sealed Artifact "2-049" had fallen two or three meters away from him!
His pupils contracted and his movements froze visibly.
After a while, he closed his eyes and seemed to be muttering something.
The gray fog surged silently, and Mr. Fool watched.
Immediately. Klein's eyes regained clarity.
The coin fell into the hands of the clown in Tuxedo. He looked at the upward side thoughtfully and did not rush to the warehouse door.
His lips moved slightly, and the wind carried his words to Klein's ears:
"Want to be awakened? As long as you promise me one thing. you can be saved."
"This matter is to help me pick up the Antigonus family's notebook."
"Nod if you agree. I know you can still complete this action now."
Klein on the screen nodded with difficulty, looking controlled. The clown smiled and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. With a flick of his hand like a magic trick, the paper immediately became as straight as a stick.
He was still very cautious at this time and did not try to wake Klein himself.
But as soon as the "wooden stick" touched Klein, he suddenly grabbed it with his left hand and pulled it away!
Caught off guard, the clown lost his balance and stumbled forward.
Klein didn't stop there. His eyes were very calm. He pointed his right hand holding the gun at the clown's back and fired two shots!
The clown subconsciously flipped forward and rolled into the range of "2-049".
"Bang!"
Klein pulled the trigger again, and this time, he finally aimed.
Leonard, who had once heard Klein's account of how he killed the Sequence 7 magician, suddenly realized that Klein was able to escape because he prayed to Mr. Fool at the critical moment!
Klein's calm behavior also made the surrounding Beyonders admire him. It would be quite difficult for a Sequence 9 fortuneteller with no direct combat ability to fight against a Sequence 7 Beyonder. Of course, it might not be impossible if he had the right Beyonder item.
But in such a short time, even though he had just escaped, he was able to calmly use the seal to kill the clown. It can be seen that Klein's combat instincts are very good.
As expected, Mr. World's strength didn't just come from Mr. Fool's gift, it stemmed from his inherent abilities and intelligence! No wonder he was able to hunt down so many powerful individuals after becoming Gehrman Sparrow…
Audrey thought quietly.
"Leonard, harboring a secret, was about to end the matter without a doubt, when Klein, who should have been dead, once again incomprehensibly killed a Sequence 7 member of the Esoteric Order."
"This did not affect the development of the story. Dunn Smith came into contact with the Antigonus family's notes, read its contents, and was secretly contaminated a little!"
Leonard closed his eyes and opened them again. After so long, he finally pieced together the puzzle of what happened.
He'd been targeting the captain from the start! By the way, while the captain was a Sequence 7, he was a seasoned Sequence 7, more powerful than even ordinary Nightmares... If you factor in the seal behind the Chanis Gate, and the cooperation of the others, while there might be heavy casualties, the chances of surviving a Sequence 5 were still very high.
Ince Zangwill began his plan from that moment on, using the notes and the image of the true Creator that the Captain later saw in his dreams to gradually weaken the Captain…
He secretly gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
This is another clip that was cut out and has no main description. but it still exists:
Old Neil's Ritual Magic 30 gold pounds
Fors: Is that even possible? Should I try praying to Steam... no, Mr. Fool? Well, I can't be too greedy, but praying for a higher fee should be okay, right?
Audrey: Is that even possible? (slightly amused) Is the goddess so gentle to her followers? Hmm... could I try praying to Mr. Fool... huh? Mr. Fool seemed to have said before that his favored one needed gold pounds. Could it be, could it be that Mr. World prayed to Mr. Fool in the same way?
Alger: Is that even possible? (Eyelids twitch slightly) ... If the Lord of Storms received such a prayer...I doubt He would immediately send down lightning, striking that bold believer to death on the altar…
About the role-playing method (actually it should be the plot mentioned in the fourth part, but I was playing too fast at that time and didn't notice that I pinched it, so I made up a cut):
Klein was locked in his room. By this time, his family had moved to a better place, and he had his own private room.
He set up the altar of ritual magic and chanted:
"Fools who do not belong to this era;"
"You are the mysterious master above the gray fog;"
"You are the Yellow and Black King who controls good luck."
Above the gray fog, the Tarot Club's gathering is in progress.
Mr. Hanged Man seemed to be teaching Miss Justice some common sense from the mysterious world: "...you must practice every day to truly master the power of the potion and unearth its symbolic meaning and further mysteries. Only in this way can you avoid the danger of losing control to the greatest extent. The key to the symbolic meaning of the potion lies in its 'name', such as 'audience'!"
At this moment, Mr. Fool suddenly knocked on the table and said in a low voice:
"It's not about mastering, it's about digesting."
"It's not excavation, it's acting."
"The name of the potion is not only a symbol and image, but also the 'key' to digestion."
Klein mused, muttering to himself. "Acting... digesting..."
Leonard thought he understood everything! (Hey!) He also thought Mr. Fool was really nice to the Tarot Club members.
Danitz finally understood how he had gone astray in the first place!
In the house with red chimneys, the middle-aged priest sitting at the desk reached out and turned to the next blank page of his notes.He held the quill in his hand, and the tip of the pen moved stubbornly.
The blank notebook page seemed to ripple, blurring the surroundings and gradually turning into a spacious office.
A middle-aged man with bronze skin, black hair and brown eyes flipped through document after document. The wrinkles between his brows did not disappear. He muttered to himself in confusion: "...Antigonus...Hornachis..."
On a new moon night, an ancient castle covered with moss and with collapsed outer walls.
The man in the double-breasted priest's robe crossed the outer road covered with weeds and thorns and entered the entrance of the lost gate.
After years of erosion, the stone pillars inside the hall have collapsed and the floor tiles have broken. The night is like a veil wrapped in darkness, enveloping the place, adding a sense of mystery and eeriness.
The newcomer, however, made no move and walked through the corridor and down the steps that separated the living room and dining room.
He seemed to have everything planned out, and there was an invisible soul beside him, which fell down before him.
The camera then moved down, revealing a small basement with a corroded and dilapidated entrance that could no longer provide a secret location.
A black coffin was placed in the center, nailed with crimson iron nails.
Azik Eggers watched this scene quietly, his eyes seemed deeper because of his depression and loss, and his expression seemed to contain no emotion at all…
Everyone was frozen in silence by this seemingly invisible chill. Many wondered what connection this scene had to the "history professor" sitting next to the magician. Some, however, considered it more deeply, realizing that a mere ordinary person couldn't possibly bring such a strong sense of oppression to ordinary demigods like them…
Amidst these thoughts, the magician glanced at Azik indifferently.
The middle-aged man dressed as a priest finally entered the basement. He looked at the coffin for a while and stretched out his hand.
Some of the crimson nails bent and deformed under the influence of external forces, no longer holding the coffin in place. The coffin lid was silently pushed open, and at that moment, a cloud of solidified black air seemed to spread out.
Inside was a skeleton. Strangely, the body was completely normal, but the skull was black, emitting the smell of decay and death.
The middle-aged man stared at it for a while and took away the strange skull.
"...Hahaha, haven't you had enough of deceiving those ignorant outsiders, you scoundrel Gray?" The middle-aged man, his face flushed from drinking cheap, watered-down beer, laughed heartily. "Give up! No one will be fooled by those antiques your grandfather said he'd taken from the castle!"
The blond man named "Rogue Gray," who was also drinking beer. had a flushed face. It was unclear whether he was angry or drunk. "I'm not lying... Isn't an oil painting copied forty years ago an antique?! That's the genuine portrait of the first Baron Ramde!"
As they argued noisily, the camera slowly shifted to a house where candles were still lit and to a storage room that seemed to be covered in dust.
An oil painting is on a pile of debris, and the picture gradually approaches it.
It depicts a man wearing a white curly wig, with a tan complexion. soft features, and a black mole near his right earlobe.
Leonard was stunned and surprised, and immediately understood why the Death Consul had mentioned Ince Zangwill in a tone that seemed to contain murderous intent!
The people buried in that castle, that castle belonging to the Ramde family, were either his direct descendants or people closely related to him! Judging from the appearance of the bones, the possibility of descendants was higher, and it was very likely that they were direct descendants within one or two generations.
The descendant was sealed in this coffin after his death, and then his skull was taken away by Ince Zangwill... He took a deep breath and couldn't help but glance to his right.
However, he soon realized that the other party was a Sequence 2 angel, and his relationship with Mr. Fool was complicated and confusing. He immediately retracted his gaze before his thoughts turned to analysis and scrutiny, staring intently at the screen.
From his behavior, it seems he absolutely hates the thief who stole his descendants' remains. If that were the case, it wouldn't make sense that he wasn't there during the ambush!
Hmm... "He" must not be Dwayne Dantès, otherwise there is no reason why he would not take action himself when he met Ince. Although it may also be because Ince was still possessed by the evil spirit of the Red Angel and 0-08 at the time... But "He" did not show up from beginning to end during the ambush. Did something unexpected happen afterwards?
No, Dwayne Dantès was quite calm when he discussed Ince Zangwill with him, which was inconsistent with his current behavior! He could conclude that at least it wasn't Azik Eggers he was communicating with at that time.
But in that case, what is the relationship between Him and Mr. Fool?
He felt like he knew more, but he felt like he had fallen into a deeper maze.
Others didn't know as much as Leonard, but they had their own guesses.
Judging from the castle's condition, "Baron Ramde" must have a history of at least five hundred years. Cattleya's eyelids twitched. Aside from the angels, she had the most knowledge of the occult among the people present in the Tarot Club, and she quickly came up with a few guesses.
Judging from the skull, a Sequence 4 "Undead" from the Death Path would be more suitable... Of course, judging by his aura, he could also be a higher-level saint, or even an angel…
An angel from the Death Pathway? Her eyes narrowed, and she suddenly remembered how she and Gehrman Sparrow had dealt with Admiral Hell's "Death Consul"...
She immediately controlled herself and kept her eyes from shifting to the right side of the semicircular table.
During the day, in the city of Tingen.
The blonde, blue-eyed young girl wore a lotus leaf hat and a loose skirt. Her features were delicate and her eyes were filled with happiness.
She stood in the corner, as if waiting for someone.
Suddenly, a middle-aged priest walked towards her.
Another page of notes filled up, reading: "...the kindhearted Ince Zangwill secretly helped Lanevus. He separated half of the traits he had collected from the descendants of the God of Death and implanted them into Megose's body a certain amount of time in advance."
Megose! So Ince Zangwill had a hand in this matter too... The light in Leonard's green eyes flickered as the film played....
The magician watched the "movie" and couldn't help laughing at himself.
The man had black hair and brown eyes, and wore a pair of glasses with lenses that were almost original.
Light streamed into the ward. He said to the patient, who sat on the bed and looked perfectly normal. "...What do you think?"
The blond man had long, thin cheeks, clear eyes, and a polite smile.
He didn't beat around the bush and said directly. "How do I know if what you're talking about is a crazy scam?"
The man from before pushed his glasses up and smiled. "Oh, my friend, your concerns are justified."
He paused here, his eyes clear and sincere, as if he could see through everything at a glance. "Of course, I was worried about that, too. But compared to the promised reward, these risks are nothing."
The man with the long, thin cheeks seemed to want to sneer, but he suppressed it and let out a long sigh: "Which one of them is not a righteous god?"
The bespectacled man stared at him intently for a moment before saying with a leisurely smile, "But the righteous gods can't save us. You should know that if wild Beyonders like us were discovered by the Church, we would either be imprisoned underground or hunted down..."
"My friend, why have you come to a place like this, carefully pretending to be crazy? Isn't the world outside more colorful than this little ward?" At this point, he spread out his hands and said emphatically. "Are you willing to hide here forever, avoiding the sunlight, like a rat that can't see the light?"
"Hood Eugen, as long as we can seize the opportunity, we can also become the controller of the world and become true immortals!"
"What you said is very convincing." The yellow-haired man's eyes were still very calm, as if he was not shaken or affected.
"Of course, I can't hide this from you, my perceptive psychiatrist friend." The man with glasses looked at him again, smiled, and changed the subject: "But you know, besides all this, we also face the risk of losing control."
This time, the yellow-haired man's face finally moved.
"How many times have you been awakened by mumbling in your sleep, afraid you'd lose control and turn into a monster?" The man with glasses said in a very low voice, then slowly and loudly. "Now, my friend, you have a new chance."
"As long as you help His offspring to be born into the world, would a true God be stingy with his rewards?"
"As long as you provide help. I will not only tell you how to master the power of the potion and prevent it from getting out of control, but I also promise to help you gain a little divinity in the future, immortal divinity!"
The yellow-haired man seemed to be struggling with the thoughts in his mind and remained silent for a long time. The other man was very patient and waited by the side while he was silent for that long.
"...You win." Finally, the yellow-haired man's voice was dejected and dry.
"jingle."
The blond, blue-eyed, beautiful young girl showed joy on her face. got up from the sofa and opened the door.
Her loving eyes fell on the man with glasses at the door. Just as she was about to speak, she noticed that there was another person next to him.
The man with glasses held her hand before she could ask, and said gently, "I'm a little late... This is my friend, Hood Eugen."
In the room set up for the ceremony, the young girl had a blank look in her eyes, and didn't seem to notice anything was wrong.
Behind the man with glasses who was hugging her with a smile, the shadow of a cross gradually took shape.
Aside from Benson and Melissa, who didn't quite understand what this meant, almost all of the Beyonders immediately revealed expressions of solemnity, surprise, and astonishment.
The magician subconsciously cast his gaze towards the two of them. Just as he was about to say something, he found that they were not behaving abnormally and were just looking around with puzzled eyes.
He immediately reacted and said casually, "It seems that the owner of this space is very considerate."
This "movie" should be like those murals and statues, without any divine symbols, only images, and this space should also isolate the possible gaze and punishment from the true God...
I wonder what "His" purpose is? Most of the content in the video is true. The only falsehood is the relationship between "The Fool" and me... Is it because of the secrecy of the Gray Fog that He can't know? It's not impossible, but anyone who can achieve this level must be at least a true God, perhaps even half-Old One... So it's more likely that "His" is deliberately hiding things for me.
Judging from this point of view, the other party seems to be somewhat friendly towards me…
Of course, if they were truly friendly, they wouldn't have dragged everyone up and forced them to watch my dark history movie... I still have to be careful and not reveal that I still care about Melissa and Benson, and that my humanity is more important than my divinity, so as not to let this weakness fall into the hands of others.
The other extraordinary people subconsciously dodged or closed their eyes. After realizing that they were safe, they were shocked and confirmed that the owner of this space could even isolate the power of the true God.
Derrick, the Sun, was most familiar with the phantom. He frowned and subconsciously asked, "The Fallen Creator?"
"That's right," Leonard replied in a deep voice. He had already guessed the truth and explained concisely, "They made Megose pregnant with the child of the True Creator, in an attempt to give birth to the offspring of the evil god."
All the Beyonders froze, and no one spoke for a moment.
Alger frowned and thought for a moment. He hadn't imagined that Tingen had experienced the disaster of the evil god's offspring being born. He knew that this would eventually be resolved.
Who could have solved it? And there's 0-08, the equivalent of a Sequence 1... Could it be that this was Mr. Fool's follower, Klein, who did it? Did he die because of this, or perhaps fake his own death, moving from the light to the shadows? He had a bold guess.
Thinking about it this way, the feud between Mr. Fool and the True Creator had been going on long before they knew about it! Were they really enemies?
Danitz didn't know much about these things, and his attention was drawn to the term "Fallen Creator." His heart was pounding: Bullshit! This Silver City elder actually had the audacity to call a True God fallen!
...He must also be favored by Mr. Fool. Could he also be a member of the Tarot Club? How could someone from the Tarot Club be so bold? Is it... is it Mr. Fool's attitude?
Thinking that Gehrman Sparrow could get involved with the Aurora Society... his expression trembled slightly, and suddenly he remembered something and turned to look at Anderson sitting next to him.
He seems to have had a connection with the real Creator!
Anderson didn't look at anyone. He looked at the shadow of the Hanged Man, listened to the tall man shouting "Fallen Creator", and then thought about the "History Professor" Azik on the far right, who was suspected to have lived for hundreds of years and was related to Klein, who was deeply favored by the "Fool".
He seriously considered whether he could successfully escape the disaster by pretending to believe in The Fool.
"Good morning. Mr. Azik. Where's my mentor? We agreed in the letter to meet at ten o'clock."
Klein knocked on the door and found that the person sitting inside was not the old man he expected, and he immediately showed a puzzled look.
"Cohen had a last-minute meeting at Tingen University and asked me to wait for you here." After Azik finished speaking, he suddenly frowned and looked at Klein carefully.
"Did I do anything rude?" Klein was a little confused.
Azik casually said, "Klein, when I was in college in Backlund, I came across some divination and did some research on it. Well, I noticed something inconsistent with your fate."
Klein asked with amusement, "What's inconsistent?"
"Have you encountered many coincidences in the past two months?" Azik thought for a moment and said.
The young man's expression gradually changed from indifference to a hint of solemnity.
The scene changed, and he was in his own room, seemingly performing some ritual magic.
After lighting the candles and adding essential oils, he wrote on the white paper in the middle:
"There are supernatural factors involved in Elliot's kidnapping case."
The pendulum in his hand suddenly began to move clockwise.
Klein's face showed genuine astonishment, and he wrote down another question: "The real cause of Elliot's kidnapping."
The picture gradually blurred, as if drifting into a dream.
In this dream, behind the colorful flowers and lawn, there sat a faint image of a twisted house with a red chimney.
"It's unbelievable! Klein Moretti sensed Ince Zangwill's hidden influence and saw that dark red chimney."
"This is because of the reminder from Azik, a professor in the History Department of Khoyi University. He is hiding many secrets."
"But even so, the fact that Klein was able to discover such specific clues is astonishing and inexplicable."
The quill pen writes smoothly on the notes to open a new page.