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Although his legs were a bit weak, Emlyn White still bit the bullet and recited the The Fool's honorific name.
Then, naturally, he received no response.
Regarding this outcome, the Sanguine Elder Nibbs said it would be a lie not to be disappointed, but he didn't say much in the end, only using the reason of preventing accidents to have Emlyn White stay at his residence for one night.
Nothing happened that night, of course. Emlyn White lived safely until the next day, neither encountering misfortune nor anything unusual.
Under these circumstances, Nibbs naturally could only choose to let Emlyn White go home.
"Grandfather, do we need to find others to pray to the The Fool?" After sending Emlyn White away, Cosmi, Nibbs's grandson, returned to the room where the iron-black coffin was located and asked.
"Not for now. For the time being, secretly monitor Emlyn White's situation. Although there was no response last night, since Emlyn White has already recited the The Fool's honorific name, it is very likely that he has already been noticed by the The Fool. We need some patience to wait."
Nibbs's slightly aged voice came from the iron-black coffin.
"…Okay, Grandfather, I will arrange it." Cosmi replied after a second of silence.
"If Emlyn White indeed establishes contact with the The Fool and does not encounter misfortune…" Nibbs's voice sounded again from the iron-black coffin.
"You can try to build a good relationship with him. This might be a good thing for you. I think your relationship shouldn't be too bad."
"Yes." Cosmi nodded and said, "I understand."
After speaking, Cosmi couldn't suppress his curiosity and doubt, and asked:
"Grandfather, who exactly is that The Fool… who exactly is that hidden existence?"
"…I don't know. The Ancestor's revelation didn't tell me what kind of existence that The Fool is, but that one seems to be related to the Angel of Judgment." After several seconds, Nibbs's voice came from the iron-black coffin.
"Angel of Judgment?" Cosmi was clearly unfamiliar with this name.
"It's normal that you don't know Him. Although almost no Beyonder didn't know Him in the fourth epoch, there are indeed few people who have heard the name of Angel of Judgment now." Nibbs seemed not to mind giving his grandson some knowledge, and said unhurriedly:
"That is an extremely special existence, also a secret ally of our Sanguine race, and even the true mastermind behind the outcome of the War of Four Emperors."
"Mastermind the War of Four Emperors?" Cosmi was dumbfounded.
"Yes, those are secrets not recorded in any text. Now, I'm afraid only us old folks know these things." Nibbs seemed to recall something, and his tone gradually became subtle.
"I don't know too much, but I am very sure that the fall of the Blood Emperor, the Night Emperor, and even the later mad Death, are all inextricably linked to this existence."
"But wasn't the Night Emperor once our ally? Why…" Cosmi was already stunned. At this moment, he didn't even know what to say, and could only instinctively ask.
"Ally… Heh." Nibbs in the iron-black coffin did not answer his question, but only chuckled softly.
Then he said:
"Don't mention these things to others. These are secrets."
"I understand, Grandfather." Cosmi quickly responded.
…
While Nibbs and his grandson were chatting about those unrecorded secrets, Emlyn White had already returned to his beloved Harvest Church.
After completing the usual volunteer work, Emlyn White sat in the front row of chairs in the church hall, just about to perform his daily prayer, when he felt his vision blur.
Boundless gray fog filled Emlyn White's vision the next second. He looked in astonishment at the giant-like palace and the ancient, mysterious bronze long table before him, and for a moment, he truly hadn't reacted.
What astonished Emlyn White even more was that he suddenly found a figure shrouded in dense gray fog at the head of the bronze long table, looking down at him.
Emlyn White was not an idiot. Even if he hadn't reacted just now, at this moment, he realized who the figure before him was.
Just then, Emlyn White heard the other party speak, his voice deep, his tone indifferent, yet seemingly carrying an irresistible majesty.
"You prayed to me because of Lilith?"
"Yes." Emlyn White jolted, and his mouth answered faster than his brain: "The Ancestor told us through a dream that the apocalypse is coming, and I, and I am the key person to save the Sanguine race after the apocalypse arrives. The task the Ancestor gave me is to pray to the The Fool, to You."
You sure explained it thoroughly… Klein muttered inwardly. He naturally had some understanding of Lilith, the Sanguine Ancestor, an old friend of Lin Ruo. This mainly came from various ancient god legends provided by Little Sun and Lin Ruo's divine knowledge popularization lessons.
In the records of the City of Silver, Lilith, the Sanguine Ancestor, was an ancient god of the second epoch, the leader of the Sanguine race, who had fallen, or rather, was killed by the City of Silver Creator, and her authority was reclaimed.
Of course, this was only the City of Silver's record. In fact, according to the top-secret information Lin Ruo had given him, this Sanguine Ancestor Lilith had not truly fallen. Although she had indeed lost some authority, she was currently hiding very well.
However, Lin Ruo had not told him more detailed information, saying that some secrets were not yet time to be revealed, and he would tell him when he was able to know.
Hmm, not only that, but after speaking, Lin Ruo also assigned him homework, asking him to analyze the relationships between various races and their gods in the second epoch based on the content of the class.
Thinking of that 10,000-word essay he had painstakingly written, Fool Klein couldn't help but cry like a cat inwardly, but on the surface, he naturally maintained the majesty belonging to the The Fool, and spoke with a faint smile:
"What did Lilith ask you to pray to me about?"
Emlyn White immediately stiffened, and under the The Fool's gaze, which was gentle yet put immense pressure on him, he stiffly shook his head:
"I don't know."
How honest, but from another perspective, it can also be said that he truly knows nothing, a pure cannon fodder pushed out… Fool Klein sighed inwardly for this unlucky child Emlyn White, and then deliberately said:
"I probably understand Lilith's meaning."
"Ah?" Emlyn White's eyes were full of confusion. What understanding? Understanding what?
After thinking for a long time, perhaps it was the courage of a newborn calf, or perhaps he felt that the The Fool looked relatively gentle, Emlyn White still asked: "Respected Mr. Fool, why exactly did the Ancestor ask me to pray to You?"
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