Leonard glanced at Leyton and said coldly, "Sleepless are just more energetic at night, but that doesn't mean our daily routines are the same as those Vampires."
No, they are Sanguine! I will defend Mr. Moon for a moment. Leyton muttered in his heart, then sat down on the single sofa to his left and said, "I've found what I need, and Old Man needs to help me steal it."
"Heh, Moon, so you're also..." A voice incongruous with Leonard's appearance, an aged one, came from his mouth, carrying a hint of mockery.
After a pause, he continued, "Which Church's Sealed Artifact do you want to steal? Eternal Blazing Sun's? Or Steam's?"
As Pallez's voice faded, Leonard's voice followed up with a question, "Also what?"
"You don't need to know," Pallez replied irritably.
Leyton leaned back on the single sofa, watching Leonard speak in two voices, talking to himself, and felt a strange urge to laugh.
Only after Leonard finally quieted down did he begin to explain in detail: "In the Steel Church in the Trier diocese of the God of Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, there's a Sealed Artifact numbered 0-45 called the knowledge throne. It's a strangely ornate throne made of gold."
"It's a Mystical Item formed from the Convergence of Roselle's Beyonder characteristics after he was killed by the Eternal Blazing Sun, containing angel-level characteristics from both the Paragon and Hermit Pathways."
"You want to steal a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact from the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery? Are you sure you're not going to turn yourself into a Sealed Artifact and be placed there?" Before Pallez could speak, Leonard had already started to mock him.
The living room was silent for a while before Pallez's voice came from within Leonard: "The problem isn't how to steal it, but how we leave after succeeding. For such a blatant provocation, Steam is very likely to directly descend."
"The current Steam is not in the state it was as the God of Craftsmen before Roselle appeared. He has more than enough energy to act from afar, or even directly descend."
"And there's also an Angel in the Steel Church in Trier, Roselle's second son, Bornova Gustav."
Leyton nodded calmly. He had anticipated all of this and had already thought of a solution. When Pallez stopped speaking, he finally said, "I'll find someone to hold Bornova back. We just need to withstand the first wave of attacks from Steam, and then other existences will stop him."
"Hidden Sage?" Pallez murmured, then stopped speaking, directly interpreting Leyton's plan by stealing his thoughts.
Five or six minutes later, Leonard, looking leisurely, spoke again, his voice Pallez's aged tone: "Your plan is already very complete; you don't even need me to act. You could find an Angel in better condition than me to cooperate with you."
Leyton raised a hand to rub his face, forcing a smile, and said, "For something like stealing, it's naturally better to find a Marauder. The only Marauders I know are you and Amon."
Leonard sighed, saying, "Hmph, it's probably that only I and Amon are still alive."
"Although you've Concealment something, I won't go back on what I've promised, and don't you forget your own promise."
Leyton nodded, raising his hand to assure him, "Of course, if you don't believe me, I can swear to the Hidden Sage or the Knowledge Moor."
Pallez did not respond to Leyton's words, saying in a flat voice, "I need to go into a period of slumber to restore my state. Once I recover to Sequence 2, we can begin to act."
After a second's pause, he said to Leonard, "Don't bother me for anything during this time, and especially not for trouble. If you encounter problems you can't solve, go find this rude kid."
After his words fell, Pallez became silent, and Leonard regained control of his body. He swallowed and asked Leyton, "Hey, rude kid, is Knowledge Moor also a Hidden existence? It sounds more like a place?"
Leyton raised a hand to touch his nose, not taking Leonard's bait, and instead said, "I previously got some Worms of Spirit from Dark Demonic Wolf in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, and I still have some left. I can make them into charms to borrow power from my past self in history."
"Borrowed power is always illusory," Pallez, who had been silent, suddenly exclaimed.
"You don't need it?" Leyton raised an eyebrow and asked.
"I need it!"
"Don't joke around with an old man so casually, rude little fellow."
Pallez complained a couple of times using Leonard's body, then fell silent again, no matter what Leyton and Leonard said, he no longer spoke.
Leonard and Leyton exchanged silent glances for a long moment. Leonard suddenly sat up straight on the sofa, his dark green eyes brightly fixed on Leyton as he asked, "If the Old Man goes to Trier with you, will he then leave my body?"
Leyton was silent for a moment, thinking that Pallez never left Leonard's body in the original work. He said with some uncertainty, "Perhaps, but I think he might take you along too."
"And then let me bear the stigma of betraying the Church, and at the same time be hunted by the Goddess's Church and the God of Steam and Machinery's Church?" Leonard's tone was flat, as if he had already seen his bleak Future.
"Concealing identity is all it is; there are many ways to do such things, especially for Marauders and Seers; they are experts in this area."
"While Old Man is in slumber, you can write to me if something comes up, though I might not be able to make it in time."
After comforting Leonard for a few sentences, Leyton rose from the single sofa. At the same time, his body became illusory, rapidly disintegrating into complex streams of information, surging and flowing out of the room.
Leonard watched Leyton's sudden departure, opened his mouth, but swallowed back the words he wanted to ask about Klein Moretti's identity.
Deep within the Spirit World, Leyton, who was rushing forward in the form of an information torrent, suddenly changed direction. The mark he left on Cattleya had been touched, and the other party seemed to want to trace him directly through that mark, but failed.
"A bit interesting. To be able to touch the mark I left based on my main body's authority, is it that unlucky Genie?"
While muttering to himself, he had already arrived at the Fog Sea. On the surging sea, the Future drifted alone with the wind.
The next second, his body once again became ethereal, decomposing into complex streams of knowledge, transforming into a pure information stream creature, approaching the Future.
On the deck at the stern of the Future, several greenish vines hung down from mid-air, then quickly vanished.
Frank, who was nearby disposing of experimental waste, looked over with a puzzled expression. Seeing nothing, he withdrew his gaze, scratching his head and muttering, "Strange, I just saw some untreated vines. Am I too tired and hallucinating?"
"After the last batch of experimental materials is processed, I need two days off."
In the captain's cabin on the upper deck, a rectangular metal box engraved with intricate, layered patterns held a strangely shaped lamp. It resembled a miniature teapot, with a wick extending from its spout.
Suddenly, the lamp's golden surface bloomed with a bright but not dazzling light. This light lasted only for a moment before disappearing into nothingness.
In the captain's cabin, Cattleya, who was deep in thought at her desk, suddenly turned her head to look behind her. Deep purple floated in her eyes as she surveyed all the items in the captain's cabin, then lightly furrowed her brows and withdrew her gaze.
In a layered forest formed by countless intertwined greenish vines, Leyton, sitting on a chair woven from vines, gazed directly ahead.
Before him was a distorted and blurry figure formed by viscous, pale golden water.
Leyton and the other party stared at each other in silence for a while before he raised a hand to rub his forehead, chuckling softly, "First meeting. Should I call you Son of Chaos or Genie now?"
Before him, the pale golden figure's voice was flat, carrying an indescribable sense of majesty as he said, "For me, the appellation is not important. Whether Son of Chaos or Genie, it is all me."
"And what should I call you? Knowledge Moor, or Hidden Sage, or have you fabricated a new identity for yourself?"
Leyton leaned back in his chair, murmuring leisurely, "You can call me 'Lamplighter.' I am merely a guide for intelligent beings exploring truth and mysteries. I am not entirely equivalent to Knowledge Moor."
"Lying!" The pale golden figure's voice suddenly became high-pitched and stern.
"As the embodiment of order and rules, any lies are ineffective before me."
Leyton chuckled with a hint of provocation, "Really ineffective? Then how were you imprisoned in the lamp by the Celestial Worthy?"
As his words fell, Leyton felt as if he could see expressions of anger and fear on the distorted and blurry pale golden figure before him.
The distortion on the blurry pale golden figure became even more chaotic. His voice carried deep mockery as he said, "Hmph, how are you any better than me? You're just trapped in a larger cage, moving from a single cell to a collective dormitory."
Leyton raised an eyebrow slightly, saying, "You even know about collective dormitories. It seems you've exchanged quite a bit with Roselle."
"But we're still a bit better than you. Although sealed, we were given a chance, a chance to live, and we weren't torn into several pieces."
After a pause, he added, "Do you want to know about the Nation of Disorder on the Western Continent?"
The chaos and distortion on the pale golden figure gradually subsided. His voice was indifferent and extremely majestic as he said, "What do you want to gain from me? I am just a helpless Genie now, unless you are willing to send me to the Cosmos."
"But with your identity, once you leave the barrier left by the Primordial One, you will instantly be discovered and devoured by the Supernova Dominator and the High-Dimensional Overseer."
Leyton smiled noncommittally, "They want to take the authority of 'Civilization' and 'Knowledge' from me, and why wouldn't I want to tear something off them? High risk, high reward!"